#I hate drawing tuxes....

[balletdoll]

really really bad chuck e i just drew

[taterswithranch]

Decided to redo Aldryx’s tux :3

I think this one suits him more :>

[omgfangirlland]

If the yautja and reader were to go on a date and the yautja was the one to have planned the date.. Where do you think he'd take her and what are they going to do? (Kinda want to ride a spaceship and go to space or maybe visit his homeland.. Idk)

-🔱

Part One and Part Two

It's been five years since you left- a lot changed. Your Demodog grew again and became what Cetanu called a very bratty whiny Demogorgon. Really, Goober only acted like that with him, with you, he was a very calm and loving boy- Cetanu called it two-faced once, and all he got back was the smug thing cuddling closer to you.

Fluffs was as dumb as ever(Cetanu's words), lazing around and playing with the few toddlers running around, can't catch his own tail, let alone help Predator or any of the other hounds hunt.

And Tux, an old tabby cat, you've been informed is an alien, a Flerken or whatever(Cetanu: Not whatever, that thing is dangerous!), she's still baby... Murderous baby. She ate a Xenomorph that snuck onto the ship, Fluffs still hides behind you when she comes strutting by.

But you've also lost Ve'sto in the hunt. Echa, despite trying to hide it, was a mess for a long while, burying herself in making sure her twin goes back to Yautja Prime for the ceremonial burial, and in being your fourth guard dog. Cetanu didn't have it in him to tell her off.

And every year, it would have been every month if Cetanu could, he took you off the mother ship, just the two of you, and showed you whatever planet he vetted was safe for you (and had no alien life you could get attached to).

He'd taken you on dates before, nightly outings on random planets he and a few others stopped to get resources or trade information, but the yearly vacation was different.

Cetanu would take you to non-populated worlds, all nature and wilderness, and while he loved looking at you, watching you admire and photograph or draw anything and everything, he enjoyed the night more.

Holding you close at his side or on his chest, warm and fluffy blankets and pelts surrounding you both, slowly feeling you fall asleep- he's never been more at ease, happier-

And he won't change it for anything in the world, not when you looked so lovely in the jewelry he made for you, with the delicate ring on your finger, something another alien brought to his attention.

You didn't want the ceremony your people had, but it was clear how much you appreciated the matching ring he wore, and maybe you didn't notice the pattern, but the yearly vacation would happen on the same day he presented you with the bands. And today wasn't any different.

On the other hand- Bruce and Dick could have a better day... Or years, honestly. The family may have gone a bit overboard- granted, Richard had been going mad since day one, since you first gave him an uninterested shrug, and he felt vindicated when it finally clicked for Bruce.

He was the only one who believed you left willingly. The others just went straight to the Justice League station, and Hal immediately recognized the symbols on the ship Batman showed him.

Bruce wasn't happy about anything he found out about these aliens, but he sure as hell wasn't backing down. He had plans over plans, when he broke into their ship with Hal and Martian, he wans't surprised when Dick snuck in as well, and he wasn't surprised when a fight broke out-

He didn't expect the fucking Demogorgon or dog Xenomorph to come out fight at the Yautja's side.

"I thought you said these Yautja don't do other aliens." Dick pouted at the green lantern. "Fuck you, too, kid." Hal grumbled, trying his best not to lean against the wall surging with electricity. They were quickly captured.

But Bruce and J'onn were looking right at the two Yautja women arguing near the door. "... They're talking about you." the Martian lets Batman know. "A useless mate who can't take care of all his young has no right trying to come back for any of them." And Bruce hates the implication. They're talking like they know you.

Speaking of- Cetanu is grumbling the whole way to the "prison" floor of the mothership, the only thing stopping him from just storming there and stabbing everyone is your warm hand in his. And Goober was just mimicking his grumbling with some growling of his own.

The anger comes back when he sees the mug of your father. While he immediately turns to talk to Echa and Ni'yteer, you walk closer to your brother and father, just staring at them for a bit.

Dick immediatelly jumps, happy to see you again, yapping faster than you can process, andthen he whispers, nudging you towards where he saw the aliens open and close the cage.

"... Why would I free you?" Dick flinches at your words. "You snuck on the ship and started causing chaos. You should feel lucky, others would be dead."

"We came for you-" Bruce cut in, but stopped when you snorted. "You're more of an idiot than I thought you to be if you came for me." The more you spoke, the more Dick looked ashamed, and the more Bruce settled in his nonbelief.

There was simply no way in his brain that you'd willingly leave him the family for some- alien-man thing. And as he started speaking, talking nonsense about you being brainwashed, you just sighed.

"If 10-year-old me knew that all she had to do was run away from you to get a crumb of your attention, she would have done it daily. Sadly for you, I stopped loving you and your merry crew years ago. Do your powers still work, Green Lantern?"

"Uh- yeah?" Hal cringes at the non-existent confidence in his voice. "Better think quick, then." You shrug and turn to Gobber, nodding at him once.

The Demogorgon does its best to show them the finger while pulling the lever. The floor parts in two, and they fall through- the only thing keeping them from dying is Green Lantern's hamster ball.

You would have to plan on how to avoid them. Bruce seemed crazed enough to try again. But for now, Cetanu wanted to shower you with some love to make up for you both being pulled away from your one on one time.

Taglist: @ye-olde-trash-panda @fscomet101 @legendarylearner18

[nick-knackwrites]

Marking: Levi POV

This is just a little bonus treat to distract you from the fact that the rest of my levinsfw25 prompts are going to be super late 😅 This is the same story (word for word in several parts) as my last marking fic but told from Levi's point of view. Let me know which version / pov you think is hotter 💖🔥😘

Original fic can be found here💖

Paring: Levi x Fem!Reader

WC: 3.2k

Content: Modern AU, Jealous Levi, Marking, Vaginal Fingering

AO3

“You know, as posh as this party is, I don’t think they sprung for diamond-encrusted glassware. You squeeze that glass any harder and it’s bound to shatter.” 

Levi felt his hand tighten reflexively at your comment and he glared at you from the corner of his eye. Well not at you. None of this was your fault. It was that damn dress. Deep crimson fabric with a daring v-neckline that ends just above your belly button before flaring out into a full skirt and a slit on the right-hand side that climbs all the way to the middle of your thigh. It clung to your body in all the right places and Levi had been delighted when he first saw you in it. He hated it now. Or rather, he hated the attention it brought to you. This wasn’t the first of Levi’s work events that he attended with you on his arm but it was the most formal. While his coworkers had interacted with you plenty of times in the past, they had never seen quite so much skin and you were drawing a great deal of appreciative stares from what seemed like every single man in the building. Appreciative stares that Levi did not appreciate at all. 

He’d even caught Erwin, straight-laced and morally upstanding to a fault, stealing a glance below your neckline. Levi briefly considered murder. It might still be on the table, the way things are going. 

A disgruntled, “Tch”, is all he can muster in reply to your snark. 

He hears you huff a sigh and then feels your hand on his, surprisingly cold against the heat thrumming through his veins. Your clever fingers find their way between Levi’s on the champagne flute and the feeling might have been soothing on another day but right now, Levi is too frustrated to be calmed by your touch. You pluck the flute, now replaced with your own hand, on the bar behind you. “I’m serious,” you're so close that he can feel your breath on his ear. His heart rate picks up.  “You need to relax.” 

He shoots you another glare. “I’ll relax when we get home where no one is appraising you like a damn piece of meat and I can get that infuriating dress off of you.” His voice is ragged, brought low by his fury. 

“Well,” His heart skips a beat entirely as you press yourself against him, the cut of your dress causing the bare skin of your cleavage to rub against his tux-entombed bicep. “I certainly hope that you don’t feel too relaxed when you're taking my clothes off.” 

He huffs your name and rolls his eyes. The nonchalance he is feigning is a desperate attempt to conceal the effect your words have had on him. Visions of his hands peeling the dress from your skin now plague his already jealousy-addled mind and he feels half-mad with lust. He opens his mouth to give a retort but is stopped dead by the sight of a tall broad-shouldered man with wavy blonde hair and a scruffy beard walking towards you. He is absolutely ogling your chest and Levi’s heart drums an angry staccato against his chest.  

“Fuck off, Jaeger.” Is all that can push past the storm in his head. 

Zeke laughs, a full-bellied fake thing that ramps Levi’s anger up at least three notches. “Ever the charmer, Levi.” Zeke flashes a smile at you and winks. You wrinkle your nose in distaste. Levi would like to wrinkle Zeke’s entire face. With his fist. Repeatedly. “Apparently charming enough to trap this alluring creature on your arm. Who knew you had it in you? Hard to imagine how you can be so bitter at work when you're coming home to something so sweet.” He turns to face you fully. “You’ve certainly got this room in a tizzy. Levi should bring you around more often. Especially when you’re dressed like that.” 

“Zeke, I swear-” 

“Mr. Jaeger,” Levi, so focused on the vermin in front of him, is startled by your smooth cut-in. “I’m flattered. Levi helped me pick this dress out. He has great taste, doesn’t he?” You run your hands down the length of your abdomen and Zeke’s gaze follows. Levi wants to gouge out his eyes.  

“Well I can’t argue that when he’s chosen you as your date. Though I do feel that your taste may be in question.” 

Levi is vibrating with anger under your touch but he feels you give his bicep a squeeze to placate him (it doesn’t work) before speaking, “Oh? You think I could do better?” 

Zeke’s eyes sparkle with mirth behind his stupid wire-rimmed glasses. The urge to gouge continues. “Yeah, I think you could.”

You give Levi an appraising look, scanning him from head to toe. He trusts you and knows you’re not serious but he gives you a fierce side-eye for your dramatics anyway. “Hmmm. I suppose it’s something to consider, Mr. Jaeger.” 

A feral grin slowly spreads across Zeke’s face. Now Levi wants to gouge out his eyes and his mouth. “I’ll be here waiting once you’re ready to move up, sweetheart.” 

You cock your head and furrow your brow, “I’m sorry but you will be waiting?”  

“Most certainly.” “But, Mr. Jaeger, I thought the idea was to be moving up, not down.” 

The smile slips from Zeke’s lips like oil through the cracks in the pavement. Levi relishes it. “You look like a sweet little thing but I’m beginning to suspect that you might be just as sour as your man here.” 

“Yes, well, appearances can be deceiving.” You wrinkle your nose again and Levi is nearly overcome with the urge to kiss it, especially considering your next words. “After all, you look like a gentleman with your suit and your cute little pocket square but here you are, behaving and reeking like a pig. Goodnight, Mr. Jaeger.” 

Levi feels just as gobsmacked as Zeke looks at your comment. He stands dumbly until you steer him away gently to find a seat at a table on the outskirts of the dance floor. Levi is vaguely aware of you making a comment about your heels hurting your feet but he doesn’t come fully back to himself until he sees you begin to sit down on a folder chair. At the sight, his hands shoot to your wrists and he pulls until your body is flush against his. This is hardly the time or place but Levi is barely thinking coherently when he presses his lips to yours. All he can think about is how incredibly hot it was to see you tear down Zeke fucking Jaeger and desire thrums through his entire being. The kiss is demanding and rough and Levi wonders if it’s too much but then he feels you melt into it. He growls lowly at the feeling of your body becoming soft and pliant in his hold but Levi knows he needs to stop this before he pops a boner in the middle of a work event. With all the self-control in the world, Levi rips his lips for yours and cradles your face in his hands as he husks, “I fucking love you.” 

You laugh at the dry statement and it breaks the sexual tension. Somewhat - Levi is definitely still feeling some stirrings below his beltline. “Alright, down boy.” You smirk at him as he rolls his eyes again. “I’m going to head to the bathroom to fix whatever havok you just wreaked on my lipstick. Behave yourself, please.” 

“Don’t take too long. I want to get out of here as soon as possible.” Partly to get away from all of these disgusting men and partly to address his growing problem. Watching you walk away is not helping that situation at all so Levi turns his attention to a small group of older coworkers talking with their heads bent low. 

“Yeah, she certainly is a fine piece of ass.” One - Levi thinks his name is Darius - is saying, “I definitely wouldn’t mind a taste of that.” 

“And that dress!” Another man whistles, “A helluva display if I’ve ever seen one - It’s almost like she’s asking for it, you know?” 

“Hey, Levi!” Levi groans internally at having been spotted, “What do you say? You interested in sharing the goods?” The men all laugh as the final speaker slaps Levi on the shoulder like they're in on some joke. Levi breaks. 

He doesn’t say a word to any of the men in the group - all of them old enough to be your father - and marches toward the bathroom. 

He slams the door open with a bang and catches your slight jump at the noise. You’re leaning against the counter, fixing your lipstick, and the position has your cleavage pressing against the fabric of the stupid fucking dress and your ass pushed out at a ludicrously sinful angle. He can’t take it anymore. Two stomping strides bring him across the room and allow the door to swing shut behind him. He doesn’t bother to lock it.

You turn at his approach. “Levi what are you-” you don't get any further before his lips are on yours once more. He crowds you back against the counter as his tongue plunges into the cavern of your mouth. The kiss is warm and wet and tinged with the flavor of your chapstick and the champagne you’d both been drinking. Levi wants to drown in it. Synapses fire in his brain and all he can think is more. Eventually, you have to break for air and Levi hums at the huge gulps of air that you seem to be desperate for. Levi can’t relate. He doesn’t need or want anything right now except for you. While you catch your breath, he simply moves his ministrations to your neck and clavicle. You moan when he sucks a mark under your ear and he loses whatever shreds of a sense of propriety are left at the sound. 

His hands band around your waist and he lifts you onto the counter with a low grunt, keeping his mouth on your skin the whole time. Your legs wrap around his waist as he does and he shamelessly cants his hips into yours.  

The new position puts your chest directly in front of his face and he vigorously dives into your cleavage, laving the exposed expanse with his tongue. HIs hands rise to knead and grope at the mounds on either side of his head and your head thumps back against the mirror. 

“Levi,” Levi could preen at how breathless and ruined you sound. “What - what are you doing?” 

“All these fucking pigs, undressing you with their eyes.” His voice is muffled by your tits and almost drowned out completely by the high-pitched keening sound you make as he deftly rolls a nipple between his fingers. He pulls away to look at your face, admiring the mess he’s made of you and the pure lust pooling in your eyes, “I’m giving them something to look at.” 

His hands continue their assault on your chest, knowing that he is being rough but unable to stop. The hot feeling of possession has consumed him and he will consume you in turn. As his hands keep busy on your nipples, his mouth works steadily at a spot in the center of your cleavage. It will bloom dark the instant he’s through, proudly displayed for all to see. The thought fills him with sick satisfaction. He wants more. He wants you covered in his marks. He wants all those dirty fucks out there to know that you are his. He dives back in. 

You arch into him, pushing your chest further into him and he moans into freshly bruised skin before turning his head to suck a new mark on the inner side of your right breast. He continues like that for what simultaneously feels like an eternity and mere seconds, alternating sides and leaving shades of red and purple in his wake. Your hips begin to rock into his in time with his own thrusts. He’s been fully hard for quite some time now and the friction feels heavenly, even through the layers of clothing still separating your lower halves. Fumbling hands struggle to undo his belt before he catches on to what you're doing and he puts an end to it. He pins your wandering hands to the mirror above your head and his lips find your neck again, tongue expertly tracing over every vein in a well-practiced pattern. 

“Levi,” Your voice comes out in a thready whine. “Please I need-” You cut yourself off with a gasp as he bites the junction where your shoulder meets your neck. 

“Got you.” He whispers the words against the bite mark he just left, knowing the cool breath will feel good against the heated skin. By the sound of your moan, he was right. He keeps his lips busy on your neck and lets his hands roam down your body from your chest to your thighs. He pushes them further apart around him, hiking the skirt up slightly to give him access to the lace panties you’re wearing. They’re delicate and beautiful and Levi would like to take the time to appreciate the way they look, clinging to your pretty pussy, but he is too drunk on desire and too stupid with jealousy to do so now. They’re gone in an instant, tucked safely into his pocket. Your hands reach for his belt again but he swats them away without looking away from your soaked folds. “No time.” 

He hears a choked sob and looks up to see your lips trembling. “Bastard.” You hiccup, “You can’t,”  -hiccup- “you can’t leave me like this.” 

Levi chuckles softly, “Oh, I’m not going to leave you like this.” He pecks your lips sweetly before stepping back fully between your legs, pushing his length against your exposed sex. “I was just saying that I don’t have time to fuck you the way I want to.” He gives a forceful thrust and sucks a new mark into your neck. He wants to preen at the noise this draws from your lips. “The way you deserve to be fucked.” He thrusts again and gives a matching mark on the opposite side of your neck. “That will have to wait.” The final thrust is slower, more deliberate. Levi relishes in the wet drag of your pussy against his clothed cock. He’s sure you’ve left a mark on his trousers.. He doesn’t care. “But there’s plenty of time for this.” 

Levi drops his head back to your cleavage, continuing to dot it with marks. Unable to hold back any longer, he slides his fingers through your slick and pushes one into your wet heat. The gasp that you let out pushes your chest further into Levi’s face. His lips move against your cleavage as he murmurs, “That’s a good girl, so wet for me.” 

His point is enunciated by a squelch as a second finger joins the first. His fingers move in tandem with his mouth, pushing and pulling, sucking and soothing. Your own mouth stutters over cries of “yes”, “please”, and, most frequently, “Levi”. 

He hums in pleasure but does not stop until there is not a single spot left on your chest that has not been marked. He can tell that the area is becoming sensitive by the way that you shudder and he promptly switches to giving kitten licks to the abused skin. When a needy whimper escapes, Levi responds by adding his thumb to the fray, brushing over your clit in decisive swipes. His hand is drenched with your pleasure and your legs are beginning to shake around him. He knows that you’re close. 

“Oh,” Your head knocks against the mirror after a particularly forceful thrust but you continue to moan in pleasure, rather than pain. “Levi, I - please - I can’t - don’t stop-” You can’t finish a sentence but that’s okay, Levi doesn’t need you to. 

His fingers curl against your walls and thrums his thumb over your clit in circles. He hisses your name in a rasp against your nipple as he commands, “Come for me.” 

The sweetest cry trumpets out of your lips and your legs spasm against the counter, shaking so hard that your left foot escapes the confines of the straps of your high heel. Levi watches in awe as your eyes roll back and your mouth gapes open, overwhelmed with your orgasm. The orgasm that he gave you. Once he’s had his fill, Levi cleans your come off of his fingers by popping them into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them slowly and purposefully. Then, Levi does the thing that pissed him off so badly when all of the other men in the building did it: He stares at your tits. It is a riot of color. Every single inch of skin is littered with red kiss-marks, some already beginning to bloom into shades of purple blue and green. Your neck bares his marks as well, though they are more scattered up there. Your boobs are where he was focused and Levi did not miss. He gently brushes his fingers between them and catches your wince at the feeling. You let out a shaky sigh before asking, “How bad is it?” 

Levi sucks in a breath. “It's. .  .” He kneels to fix your heel and gently lifts you from your perch on the counter. You stumble into his chest as he sets you on your feet and he smiles softly, kissing your forehead. “Take a look.” 

He spins you slowly to face the mirror, keeping his hands securely on your waist. “Levi!” you scold, though the effect is somewhat marred by how broken your voice still sounds. Your eyes rove over the mottled skin of your chest and neck but the look in your eyes shows fondness, not fury, so Levi thinks he’s probably in the clear. 

Levi watches you try to put yourself back together, paying special notice the way you tuck your tits back into your dress and straighten the skirt. When you move to put your hair in order, he only half-heartedly attempts to help smooth the flyaways - frankly, he doesn’t care if you look like you just got railed in a public bathroom, that was sort of the point of this exercise after all. Primping complete, you stretch a hand out to Levi, palm-up. “I’ll need my underwear back, too.” 

Levi looks at you thoughtfully for one moment, then ogles your chest for two. “No.” He states, patting his pocket. “I’ll think I’ll hold on to that for now.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay well good thing we’re going home, then.” You step close to him and he gasps as you gently cup him through his pants, “We have some things to take care of after all.” 

Levi smiles and moves your hand from his aching erection to intertwine your fingers with his. He can’t manage to pull his eyes away from your tits when he says, “You know, I’ve had a change of heart. I think we should stay a little longer and enjoy the company. I did give them quite a view, after all.” 

[rosewoodcafe]

So It Goes...

You've married into high society, the sacred twenty eight being the group you're seen in most. Though the Malfoy name and riches have suited you well, there's only one name on your mind.

18+ tw for smut

Ominis x Reader

[This is to make up for the sad post of yesterday lol]

[This is like my first time writing smut so like if it's bad I'm sorry]

[This is inspired by So It Goes... by Taylor Swift. Enjoy!]

"Darling, are you ready to leave?" My husband asked from the bedroom.

"In just a moment I will be." I responded.

My husband, Mr. William Malfoy, a respectable man in the wizarding community, and filthy rich. When I caught his eye after Hogwarts I took my opportunity to rise in the ranks of the wizarding community. These past two years have been the easiest, making this man fall so deeply in love with me that he turns a blind eye to how much I am using him. His money fueling the many parties I host, and the many things I buy to fill the mansion I call home. I have everything I want. How could I ask for more.

I settled the last part of my outfit, a diamond pair of earrings, before looking at myself in the full length mirror. A silky black dress hugged my figure, the sleeves long but sheer, and a slit up the left side. My hair was undone with it perfectly curled around my face, red lipstick being the only pop of color. I smiled at myself, knowing that everyone would be looking at me, and only be this entire party. The youngest bride amongst the other twenty eight families, yet the most stunning.

My walk out to the main hall was quick, clutch in hand with my wand tucked safely inside. I saw my husband waiting below, pacing in his all black tux. His eyes met my body and his jaw dropped.

"You look stunning my dear." He said, holding my hand as I walked down the steps. "You will draw the attention of everyone, and I shall be the one to break it to them that you are mine."

"Thank you, you look incredibly handsome as well." I smiled. He placed a small kiss on my cheek as I got into our carriage.

~

The Gaunt Manor was nearly identical to last year. 

Not a single thing on the outside had changed, its haunting look being elegant against the sunset. The carriage landed amongst all the others, and the door opened quickly. William helped me out and wrapped his elbow in mine, leading us the marble steps of the Gaunt home.

Inside there were people everywhere, each in black or white, a mask adorning each face.

"Sir. Ma'am." A house elf said, handing a mas up to the each of us. William took his and quickly put it on, and I did the same. We entered the main hall where more people were, dancing in the center of the room.

There he sat, at the front end of the room, like a king. 

Ominis fucking Gaunt.

I knew he would be here, obviously, but I did not expect him to be the one hosting the event in total. I hated seeing him. 

William walked us closer to Mr. Gaunt, the two of us having to greet him. The crowd practically parted for us, the gasping at the display of the Malfoy name. 

"Mr. Gaunt, wonderful to see you." William spoke to Ominis, who looked entirely unamused.

"Welcome Mr. Malfoy," Ominis spoke, "and, Mrs. Malfoy I presume."

"I am," I responded. "This is a beautiful party you have hosted Mr. Gaunt."

Ominis's eyes widened just a bit, the shocked expression turning to normal as quickly as it came. 

"I hope you enjoy. I will be making my round soon." Ominis said.

William walked us both from the front table, Ominis's blind gaze following our direction.

The night went on without a hitch, my husband dancing with me in front of the crowd, the many whispers reaching across the party. Each only had one thing to say.

She's the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen.

It fueled my desire. I could feel Ominis's foggy gaze on us the whole night. The power I held of these people that gawked over me, over my looks. They were looking at me, and that's all that mattered. Our dance concluded and William stepped closer to me.

"I have to deal with some business," he whispered, "don't get yourself into to much trouble."

"No promises." I smiled. He returned the smile before leaving, disappearing into the crowd.

I walked back towards the wall, where not many people were at, needing a breath of fresh air. A door lead down an empty hall, one I knew I should not be in, but even if I was caught nobody would punish me. A balcony overlooking the garden was visible, and I opened the door, letting the warm summer air grace my lungs. I wasn't sure how long I had been standing there when I heard his voice.

"Malfoy, huh?"

I turned to see Ominis leaned against the open doorway, his arms crossed.

"Yes, I married him earlier this year." I said smugly. "You were invited, but I suppose your invitation got lost in the post."

A small smile crept onto his mouth, a devilish grin that any normal person would be afraid of.

"Don't be short with me dove," he paused, "you may be a Malfoy now, but that still makes you less then a Gaunt."

I could feel my jaw tighten. I hated him, I hated his smugness, and I hated how despite it all if he took me right here and now I wouldn't say a word.

"Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled.

"Actually no, the snake did." I shot back. I leaned over the railing, looking over the garden. I felt a hand snake up my back, resting just below my shoulder blade.

"I missed you." He spoke softly.

"I haven't."

"You most certainly have. If you didn't you would be letting me touch you right now." He smiled again, that damn smile that got him everything he wanted. But he was entirely right.

"If my husband saw you now-"

"He would say nothing," Ominis interrupted, "he would think it's an honor that he picked such a wife that a Gaunt heir wants her."

"You don't want me, you made that clear when I last saw you."

"And you told me that no matter what I would never touch you again, yet here we both are. Breaking both of our promises."

He moved his hand low, settling it on my hip. I wanted to pull him in, to kiss him and feel him.

"You ruined me." Ominis whispered into my ear.

"You ruined me." I whispered back, his other hand was on my arm, tracing up the fabric. "I was bound to marry the man I loved until you said he wasn't enough for me."

"Because I will never be enough for you." His fingers delicately moved their way up to my shoulder. "I will never be enough of a man for you."

"I didn't care."

"I do." He breathed heavily as he moved his body behind mine, pressing into me. "I did."

"If you don't care anymore, then take me." I whispered. His hand placed itself lightly around my throat. 

"You are another man's wife." He hummed into my ear. "I can't take you."

"He hasn't had me." 

Ominis quickly loosened his grip on my neck, spinning me to face him, my ass pressed against the railing of the balcony.

"He hasn't had you yet?" He said quickly. "How could he resist a woman like you?"

I smiled at his comment. Of course Ominis was shocked, even I never let him have me before. I was waiting for marriage, but William said he didn't enjoy such past times, so only when we wanted children is when he would provide that service to me. 

"He has never once asked to take me." I said softly, pulling Ominis tie bringing him closer to me. His breathing became heavy. His hand weaving into my hair, tugging slightly.

"Would you let me take you?" His face was so close to mine, one slightly movement and our lips would clash.

"Only if you ask nicely." I smirked, leaning ever so close to him. He pulled my head back.

"Please dove, let me be the one to take care of you for the first time." He whispered into my ear.

"Yes, you may."

He pressed his lips needily into mine, his lips soft and sweet against my own. Ominis's lips trailed down my jaw, his hand tugging my head back by my hair to reveal my neck to him. I moaned into his deep kisses, the slight bites and licks he gave after. 

I placed my hands on the side of his face lifting up to me. Our lips met again, with more of a hunger then before. I wanted him so badly for so long, and only now do I get him. My fingers fidgeted with his tie, attempting to undo it while I was also unbuttoning his shirt. I kissed down his jaw and neck as he caught my wrists in his hands.

"Not here my love."

His arms tucked under my thighs, hoisting me around his hips. I kept kissing him, leaving red around his jaw, neck, and cheeks. He walked inside, and to a room on the left, opening the door as he held me up, and closing it just as quickly. He carried me to the bed, placing me down so gently.

"You don't know how badly I've wanted you. How badly I wanted to please you in the way you deserve."

He ran his hands up the curves of my dress, taking in the sensation of the fabric. His lips trailed kisses up to my lips, leaving a heat behind that was addicting.

"I wanted you so badly." I moaned as he sucked on my neck. "Omi- I want you."

My hands found his hair, entangling my fingers in his old money locks. He gripped harder on my waist, holding me under his grasp. He made his way back up, kissing me deeply and letting his tongue explore my mouth. I tugged off his tie, throwing it hastily to the floor. He broke our kiss, taking off his suit jacket.

"Open your legs my dear." He whispered, a hand running up my bare thigh. 

"What if I say no?" I humored, letting a small smile cross my lips.

"Then I will leave right now, and promise to never pleasure you again." Ominis smiled, leaning closer in and giving me a deep kiss. He settled his body between my legs, pressing his body against mine. I could feel the heat building in my stomach, and the warmth below from him. 

He kissed me deeper and I moved my hips against him, making him groan into our kiss. He pulled me up so I sat on the edge of the bed, his hand wrapped in my hair as he explored my mouth further. I grinded my hips further onto him, making him groan more.

"You tease." He laughed as he kissed down, pulling at the neckline of my dress. "I need this off of your body, now."

"Then take it off."

He smirked at my challenge, pulling me in for a kiss as his hands worked at the back of my dress, pulling the top down to my waist. His kisses trailed down my body, hot and wet, his tongue finding my peak, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. I felt so sensitive as I held his head, pushing him closer into me.

"O- omi- " I moaned out.

"Shh, you must be quiet." He licked around my nipple, giving it a kiss. "Unless you want the entire party, and your husband, to know I am making love to you."

"I don't," I let out a breath, melting to Ominis's touch. "I'll be quiet."

"Good."

He continued his assault on my mounds, taking time to pleasure each one until I was throbbing below. He teased me until I reached the edge, denying me the release. His fingers gracefully traced over the wet fabric of my panties, making my whole body shiver.

"I don't know why I pushed you away, when this could be you every night." He spoke softly between kisses. "This could be you as my wife ever night my dear."

I wanted to explode, every nerve ending on fire for how far he had pulling the string in me. I needed to release, every part of me needed to feel him.

"O-h Omini-s please." I moaned out as his fingers pressed into the fabric of my heat below.

"Someone is needy hm?"

He pressed against my sensitive bud, releasing a louder moan from me.

"Open your legs my love."

I did as I was told, opening my legs wider, the dress being pushed aside as he lowered himself to be in line with my heat.

"I'm going to taste you love. If you become uncomfortable, please tell me." Ominis placed a kiss at my stomach before moving the fabric down my legs, reveling my soaked opening. His finger moved along the inside of my thighs, finding the opening. "God you're going to be delicious."

Ominis's head delved into me, and I felt heaven for the first time. Each stroke of his tongue, each press of his finger, each suck made me reach higher and higher. I moaned his name as he held me closer, pulling my thighs into his face. I could feel that string tightening again.

"Ominis- I'm goin-"

He kept going at the same pace, relentless in the pursuit of my release. I could barely breath as I felt the string snap, sending me over. I felt as if everything was right, that I truly was Ominis's in this moment, that I only would ever be his. He lifted his face from me, licking his finger clean of my release.

"You are the best this I've tasted at this party my love." He whispered into my ear. I held his face as I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips.

"I want to taste you." I said softly.

"No, this is all for you tonight." He smiled. "I want you to feel as amazing as you can, so when you have to crawl back to that husband of yours, you'll think of me when you have to touch yourself."

Ominis raised himself from me, undoing his pants, and pulling out his length. Unintentionally I let out a small gasp.

"Like what you see?" Ominis chuckled.

"I- I didn't know they were that big," I paused. "I don't know if it will fi-"

"It will," he smirked, "you were made for me, of course it will fit. Now breathe, it will be a bit painful the first time, I will be gentle."

I took a breath as he lined himself up with me. I could feel his tip rub against my fold, a tingling sensation arising through my body. He finally eased it into me, slowly inching himself deeper into me. It was painful, like a stab into my body, but I also felt entirely complete. Ominis buried himself deep into me, finding my lips and exploring my mouth with his tongue. After a moment he pulled himself out partially, and pushed himself back in.

"Fuck darling, you are so wet," he whispered. "It's taking everything in me to not release into your perfect self."

He pushed in a little harder, releasing a groan from his lips. When he pulled out again it was nearly his whole length, and upon pushing it back in I moaned out one thing.

"Harder."

Something clicked in Ominis, his ridged body before gripping into my flesh. His careful demeanor gone, and the gentleness disappeared. Harder then before he began pushing and pulling himself in me, making me body shiver to his touch. 

I wanted to scream his name as he pushed deeper into me at a harder pace. His lips searing hot as he kissed my body.  I felt my nails dig into his back, scratching down as his dick slammed into the most sensitive spot in my heat. The string in me tightened each time he pushed into me, his hand held my wrists above my head. My body was at the complete mercy of Ominis, and I liked it. He moved his other hand to my bud, rubbing it as he pressed against me harder. His breathing became erratic as he pushed harder and deeper into me, making me see heaven again.

"Release for me darling, I want to feel you." He whispered as he kissed my neck. It sent me over the edge, my walls pulsating on his length as I rode through my high. "Fuc- love I can- I'm going to-"

"Do it in me!" I moaned out as he slammed into me.

"I-"

"I want to be yours Ominis Gaunt!" I felt my legs shake as he pounded harder, letting himself release into me. 

He let my wrists go, holding himself up while still plunged deep in me.

"Love, I need you to leave your husband." He chuckled. "I can't live without this- without you, anymore."

"Perhaps Mr. Gaunt, maybe a certain someone is slipping a poison into Mr. Malfoy's drink as we speak." I smirked. "Leaving me a fortune, and a widow."

"You're such a bad girl." 

"I only do bad things for you."

[ask-jaxy-boy]

Hi. I'm Jax. You know that already, or you wouldn't be here.

Hi! I'm Gangle! Sorry, he's a bit rude.

Hello! I'm Tux! Resident Therapy Cat at your service! I'm 23 and a licensed Therapist!

Hi! I'm whimsy! I'm 19 and just a little babyy~

(She is not a little baby. She a menace.)

((This is my ( @peppermintbarkyart )first ask-blog. Sorry if I don't do it right- characters might be a bit ooc, but don't pay that too much mind

This AU belongs to @rorydrawsandwrites and I have permission to do this. Canon will very! Anything I say is not indicative of how rory will continue the story if they decide to do so. Think of this as a parallel universe! There may be art! You may see two other characters interact, Whimsy and Tux. These are OCs. They're not as important as Gangle and Jax but I have a semi-story planned for those two.

Warnings!

This blog will have themes of Abuse!

This blog will have themes of suicidal ideation!

This blog will have themes of self-harm!

This blog will have heavy themes of escapism.

This blog may be a poorly disguised excuse to mess with mind control kinks.. don't ask lol

This is a Heavy ribbun ship account (not everyone's cup of tea, I know!)

There may be spelling mistakes! I do my best, but I am dyslexic! (Spell check is both my best friend and worst enemy)

Rules:

Don't be to rude. At least not to me. Please.

NSFW questions are okay, I am 18+ (23 as of 2024) but nothing to explicit. Please keep it 16+ at worst.

Please don't bug @/rorydrawsandwrites with asks about me. I'm in no way affiliated with them, I'm just a big fan of their AU.

Feel free to draw art about any of the asks I answer! I love seeing art of Jax and Gangle!

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Please do not ship whimsy and Tux. They are siblings.

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[prismuffin]

Could we get some Ethan hunt x old teammates m!Reader, where they have a kinda love/hate relationship yk? Were teammates because maybe the reader did something Ethan and the whole corporation didn't see fit so they went into hiding. But now (speaking of the latest movie) Ethan needs help and since he knows that he can trust the reader he tries to find him. Obviously they meet at some point maybe venice? but only because the reader caught wind of whats going on and also only helping Ethan because he has a grudge against Gabriel. I would like the reader to be more focused on stealth, like the best, no one can detect him, and maybe that also reflects in his fighting style.

Idk i hope you understand, not really good at describing what's going on in my brain

A/n: I totally understand and thanks for answering my call for M:I requests! I hope I did this one justice- also writing fights is hard as shit

Someone He Could Trust

Ethan Hunt x male!reader

( summary: After an old friend reaches out to you for help, you decide to go to a party in Venice )

Warnings?: spoilers for Mission: Impossible Dead Reckoning!! , mentions of guns, violence, fighting, knives, killing, light swearing, mentions of alcohol

!-!more under the cut!-! After all these years, the last thing you expected was a message from him. Ethan Hunt. An old...co-worker...of yours from before 96'. You both used to work together back then, not ever fully trusting one another, though you admit that that's mostly your fault. There were a few times where you may have left him in the dark but only when you knew he could get out of it easily. The last time you had though didn't go so well, a lot of people died and it ended with him being caught. You'd thought he was dead or in jail but time told a different story as you found out he was recruited by the IMF, a government organization that uses the skills of people like you and him to do dirty work behind the scenes.

"I need your help, I need someone I can trust." The message he left you included a file with a picture of a certain key. You'd heard of these things recently, everyone was racing to be the first to get both parts of the key. What exactly it unlocked you're unsure of and judging by the extent of Ethan's research he doesn't either. Though the key wasn't the only thing that caught your attention, a single name had as well. Gabriel. If you remember correctly he should be dead, if he's wrapped up in all of this then it can't be good. Either way, the last thing that lay within the file is a single invitation to a club in Venice Italy. Smirking, you stood, a party doesn't sound like a bad idea.

After a quick flight, you landed in Venice around 11pm, heading to one of the many canals in Italy you entered a boat that rowed you down to a hole in the wall building, the neon lights and loud music shaking the walls around you as you stepped out the boat, letting yourself get frisked before going inside. Entering the party, you straightened your tux as you scanned your surroundings, people danced on display like art as guests around them talked and drank. It was casual and not at the same time. Moving around the crowd of people you walked closer to the bar only to stop as you recognized a certain bearded man. Gabriel. He was older now, obviously, and he stood close to a woman you didn't recognize. You went just close enough to hear them, turning to not draw attention to yourself as you listened in on their conversation. "I don't have it on me," the woman spoke, ah so she was wrapped up in all of this. "I wouldn't expect you to," Gabriel spoke after her, "In any case, I'm not here for the key." 'He's not? Well, that's a contradiction,' you thought to yourself as you watched him turn his back to the bar, you moved to not be in his direct line of sight. "What do you want?" the woman asked though Gabriel seemed to dodge the question. "Suppose while we're waiting I tell you a little story," "You're obviously not the person I came here to meet." The woman said before deciding to walk away but stopped as Gabriel spoke again. "it's your story, Grace," So Grace was her name, "I know how it ends, let me buy you a drink and perhaps we can change it." Though you felt the urge to help this woman she's not who you came here for. Speaking of who you came for, looking near the entrance you saw him with a woman you'd seen before, though only briefly. British intelligence? You're pretty sure, or at least she used to be. Too bad you can't exactly remember her name. You moved again as they fully entered the party before getting stopped by someone who they then followed. Directing your attention back onto Gabriel and the woman you heard Gabriel telling her more about Ethan, though the way he was putting it made Ethan seem like this master manipulator to every woman he ever came across. You clenched your jaw as his story continued, he made it seem like it was Ethan's fault for the death of Marie when it was really he who'd killed her. "Grace," You were shocked to see Ethan just casually walk up to them both, he glanced over, noticing you and you winked before you quickly moved, preferring to offer him backup in the shadows if and when he needed it. You watched as they all talked before the white widow, or Alana as you know her, came over and decided to bring them all upstairs to talk. You'd crossed paths with her before but even then you doubt you'd be able to randomly convince her to let you follow them all the way upstairs. Still, you tailed them until you couldn't, deciding to linger until a fight broke out.

"Let's fan out, Hunt's here somewhere," You perked up at those words as you turned to notice two men, they nodded at each other before attempting to blend in. But to you, they stood out like a sore thumb. You were conflicted about staying near Hunt but knew he could at least handle himself against people he knew were threats. To you, these two were unknown threats that he'd unknowingly have to counter eventually. Taking them out now would be ideal you thought and so you followed them. If they moved far enough from Hunt then they wouldn't be a problem at all and you could return to him.

-

Tailing them didn't last too long, the venue was rather large and it didn't take them long to get far from Ethan. You walked back inconspicuously before stopping as you noticed a few guards run past you towards Ethans location. They ran up the stairs and you watched as Ethan jumped from the railing, spooking the patrons as he ran through the crowd. Following after him as quickly as you could without drawing as much attention to yourself you found him saving that girl from earlier, Grace, from two men. Fighting them off as best he could as she ran. He called out to her but she didn't come back to help, scoffing you pulled out two sai's from your person. Wasting no time you jumped on the back of one guy, putting a quick end to his life before you turned, narrowly missing Ethan's head as you plunged one of your sai's into the eye of the second guard. Ethan stood, watching as you removed your weapon, flicking the blood off. "Long time no see huh?" You said, watching the slightly out of breath Ethan tilt his head briefly as he nodded. "Yeah well," he shrugged before looking past you, seeing Grace's retreating form he moved to follow her only to stop and do a double take near the grounds. You peeked, noticing the two guys from earlier, they noticed Ethan before running to stop him, was everyone really after this guy? "I'll deal with them, you go after her," You said and he nodded. "There's a safe-house, third floor, south of Minich Bridge, my teams waiting there!" He yelled to you as he began running and you nodded, preparing yourself for the company of the two men.

Hiding beside the entrance to the corridor you were just in you waited for them to run in. The older white guy ran in first followed by his younger partner, who you went for first, hitting him hard with the back of your sai. He fell quick and quiet, though not quiet enough as the older guy seemed to notice immediately. He turned quickly, pointing his gun at you and firing off a few shots though you threw down a smoke bomb of sorts, blinding the man. You waited, moving slowly behind his person to strike again though he had anticipated your attack, blocking you last second though not before you were able to knock the gun out of his hand. He was strong and well-trained but you've taken down men bigger than him. He threw a few punches that you'd dodged before countering, causing him to stagger as the smoke started to dissipate. Kicking him, he flew off to the side, hitting the railing of the balcony. Grabbing your sai's again you were ready to finish the job, pulling your arm back to ready yourself for your attack you were suddenly pushed from behind. You hit the railing, your Sai's falling out your hand. "Shit," you were quick to turn, kicking the younger guy down, how he got back up that fast you were unsure.

Moving quickly you fought the younger guy off, not forgetting about your older opponent who had recovered from his initial fall. You threw a punch at the younger guy who'd blocked it but you'd countered quicker than he thought. Punching him in his throat he fell to the floor struggling to breathe, giving you enough time to turn and kick the older guy in his knee, knocking him down as you used your leg and wrapped it around his throat, effectively knocking you both to the ground as you choked him out with the strength of your thighs. He punched your side but you held out long enough for him to stop struggling. As soon as he was unconscious you moved to knock out the young guy again who had weakly put his fists up to fight back. Smirking you hummed, "What a shame, you're kinda cute." He charged at you and you sidestepped him. He turned quickly just in time to get kicked in the chest making him fall on his back. Some might say you should never kick someone when they're already down but you say that's the perfect time to strike. Delivering one final kick to his head, you knocked the consciousness out of his body.

Sighing you looked at the two unconscious bodies before stretching, "Finally." You moved to grab the guns that had since been forgotten in the hand-to-hand combat that just ensued before leaving the way Ethan did. You doubt you'd catch up to him now so it was better to just try and find that safe-house he'd told you about.

-

Finding the bridge Ethan told you about wasn't hard though you were more than shocked to find Ethan there, above a woman who was now dead. Grace stood behind him, unsure of what to do. "Ethan?" you walked up the bridge, but his eyes never left the woman. "She's.." he muttered, not finishing his sentence. Looking at the woman you recognized her from earlier she was that former British Intelligence agent whose name you didn't even remember. Now though it's clear that she meant a lot to Ethan. Kneeling down to his level you hesitantly placed a hand on his back. "I'm sorry Ethan," Hearing a boat come down the canal you were quick to remove your suit jacket, delicately placing it over her as the boat neared.

Ethan stood, still looking down at the body before ripping his eyes away from the scene. You placed your hand on his back again, shocked when he leaned into your touch. "I'm sorry," Grace spoke up but Ethan quickly shut her down. "No, it's not your fault. It's Gabriel's." He stated matter-of-factly, anger dripping from his tone. The boat finally neared and stopped making both you and Ethan look up. "Benji," Ethan said, referring to the man driving the boat. "He's on our side?" You asked and Ethan nodded. The man now known as Benji seemed relieved that Ethan was ok but confused at your presence. "I'll explain who he is later, right now...let's just get back to the safe-house...I need to think," Ethan spoke to Benji who nodded before he urged Grace onto the boat. Hopping over the railing yourself you landed with a huff onto the speedboat, sitting in the tight space before Ethan sat next to you. He held a somber expression on his face as Benji turned the boat around. Bumping him with your shoulder, you offered him a smile, "We'll make him pay for this Ethan. I promise." You whispered and Ethan looked at you. You both gave each other a determined nod at the mutual agreement and he offered you a brief smile, but it quickly fell again One way or another you were going to find Gabriel and kill him.

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Shadow Service Animal AU Brainrot

OKAY THO LIKE HEAR ME OUT

cause artists are always drawing Shadow as a service animal of sorts, and like, what if there was an au made of it? Ex-

---Humans and Mobians exist on different planets. There are mobians on Earth and humans on Mobius, but it's only been a few decades since the technology was even achieved for planetary travel.

---Further stress on planetary relations are due to.. well.. speciesism. Mobians are offput by humans and vice versa. Most humans are under the assumption that Mobians are just cute animals and unintelligent.

There are, of course, Mobians on Earth and Humans on Mobius, but it is VERY uncommon. . Cross Planet news is also very sparse.

---Not sure about Shadow's backstory, but kneejerk-> ---The ARK facility is a very secretive project on researching Mobian biology for technological advances for the human race, with a specialization in Biomedical research and weaponry using chaos energy.

---The Robotniks are a wealthy and influential family in biomedicine. Gerald was chosen as the lead on the humanitarian side of the ARK, and was allowed to bring Maria under the guise of finding a cure for her NIDs using clinical trials.

---Shadow is one of the major breakthroughs on the ARK, with both teams collaborating to lead to his creation. This breakthrough is due to the fact that Mobian biology is compatible with Chaos, and human biology's relationship with chaos is at best undocumented and worse, akin to radiation poisoning.

---In this AU, The SHADOW project's breakthrough did give a cure to Maria, though not a one off. The researchers are unsure how much time the cure will give her, but hypothesize that it makes NID's a chronic illness instead of a fatal one.

(pardon me, I am not someone with a chronic illness nor do I know anyone who deals with that sort of thing. Don't mean to offend, please lmk if I misstepped with that terminology. Trying to say that she wont die from NIDs anymore but still suffers other symptoms due to the illness.)

---Gerald and most scientists on the ARK believe in the inferiority of Mobians. Therefore, while Maria is still a sweetheart, her only knowledge of Mobians comes from what she's learned from the ARK. Therefore, her understanding of Shadow is that he's a pet that can talk. She loves him, but he can't survive on his own ofc. Very patronizing towards him.

---Shadow, someone whose been raised on the Ark, assumes this is normal. He is a pet, humans know better than him because ofc they do, etc. His only purpose is to help Maria get better, and he shouldn't expect anything else.

---Since Maria is at a much better state then when she entered, she begs Gerald for her to go back to Earth. Gerald does NOT want this to happen, because, what if she relapses?

---After a lot of red tape, he finally lets her go with the caveat that Shadow is registered to her as an emotional support animal. Furthermore, twice a year, they are to return to the ARK to take more of Shadow's DNA and check on Maria's progress.

---So, Maria is on Earth with Shadow as her ESA when she gets word of her parents going to Mobius to visit distant relatives/some political thing/whatever. She manages to get on the trip!!!

---Part of the trip is a ball for influential people on the planet. Maria goes and takes Shadow.

---On the flipside, Sonic gets some stupid letter in the mail about ANOTHER ball. Unfortunately, it's not just Sonic but the entire team, so Sonic has to accept. This is due to the fact that the mobian part of the council that oversees peace between the two planets wants to show off their best. So Sonic and co. are basically flaunted to show how cool they are.

---They get to the ball and Sonic is dressed in some suit that is WAY too uncomfortable. He has to mingle but he also hates events like this so he ends up sliding up next to this hedgehog who's hanging outside the restrooms. Tries to make small talk, like "How come you don't have to wear a tux. What's your vest say?" etc while Shadow is standing there like 👀👀👀🤨🤨🤨 because A) Never seen another Mobian before and B) Why is this person talking to him???

---Thankfully, Maria comes out of the restroom and freaks because she gets to talk to a mobian!! She introduces herself and they get excitedly chatting before Sonic's like "Does he just lurk behind you all the time or does he speak"

Maria looked confused, "Hm?" She turned, and notices the black hedgehog Sonic's referencing. The subject of their conversation raised a questioning eyebrow at her, and, to Sonic's mild confusion, she let loose a laugh. She covered her mouth as she turned back to him, waving the other hand carelessly.

"Don't mind him, he's my ESA," She said breezily. Sonic cocked his head, and at his uncertain glance, she continued, "My service animal. He alerts me if I strain myself too hard."

Sonic blinked. That explanation didn't help at all. "I thought those jobs are for, like, Flickies or something." At Maria's confusion, he elaborated. "Animals." As in, Service Animal. Not Service Mobian, or Service Human-

The Earth duo looked at him with different degrees of bafflement. Maria ended up laughing again as if he told a particularily funny joke, the bright sound at odds with the creeping realization that was dawning upon him as he looked at her "service animal" again. The other's vest isn't a bizarre fashion choice, but a uniform. He stood behind her on her left, and, beyond his eyes observing the situation from time to time, didn't interact or speak. Sonic still didn't know his name.

"You're silly, Sonic. But I guess I can understand. You and Shadow do look really similar. But don't worry, Shadow isn't like you. He was made specifically to help me."

Sonic nodded along at her explanation, but couldn't help his eyes straying over her shoulder to see the designated "Not Mobian." Despite Maria's playful reassurance, intelligent ruby eyes met his own, and he felt this night get a lot more complicated.

Cue plot about Sonic and co. tryna rescue Shadow and teach him that YES he actually is allowed to have wants and needs outside of Maria's and YES he isn't just a pet.

[phantongator]

Hi it’s Problem Solverz headcanon time

Problem Solvers Headcanon Time

Horace (Problem Solverz leader)

Age: 19

Gander: Male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: bisexual 

Family: Roba (twin brother), Thaz (adoptive mother and landlady), Alfe (technical pet)

sometimes has a habit of smoking, he’s trying to quit but often sneaks a cigarette or two in.

he STILL loves Sweetie Creame even though he knows damn fucking well that she was evil.

almost always has to look after both Alfe and Roba (mostly Roba) when they’re left alone together.

he and Roba spent their first 6 years at an abusive orphanage (technically 5 years since their parents were killed when Horace and Roba were only 1.)

He found Alfe in a sewer when he was 11 and Alfe was a months old.

He is very athletic and plays soccer on the weekends when there aren’t any problems to solve.

Temporarily had a fear of the forest (ever since he was 4 he was purposefully left alone in the forest by the orphanage headmaster as a punishment for absolutely no reason other than to traumatize him for fun. Yea Horace and Roba had the worst childhood.) He got over his fear thanks to Tux Dog.

Horace HATES coffee (he instead settles for tea or sugar free energy drinks)

- During childhood Horace would often sing to Roba at night so they could both fall asleep.

He’s a total workaholic!

Roba (Problem Solverz nerd)

Age: 19

Gender: Trans male (FtM)

Pronouns: he/him 

Sexuality: transgender + gay

Family: Horace (twin brother), Thaz (adoptive mother and landlady), Alfe (technical pet), quite a few random ex-boyfriends 

he is Autistic (he often stims, is socially awkward, and has identity issues.)

he still wears bras sometimes, mainly bras that are super tight and help flatten out his chest (technically they’re binders)

he transitioned from female to male at age 13 (he only got top surgery because he’s not ready for bottom surgery ever, idk why I brought that up, but those who know, know.)

He has many allergies, including (listing these from least severe to most severe) longhair dogs, pollen, raspberries, beans, hornets, and peanuts.

Horace NEVER lets him eat sweets (especially chocolate and fudge) after 8 PM. Trust me, you do not want to encounter Roba when he’s high on sugar (you’d immediately be dead if you were even MADE of sugar.)

he’s kinda a femboy, and when he’s not wearing his usual robot outfit, he likes wearing crop tops or oversized hoodies, sometimes even wearing a dress if you’re lucky

He has a part-time job working as a Femboy Mooters (parody to Hooters) waiter, and that’s how the Solverz are able to pay the bills.

He is chubby because of all the empty insults Tux Dog throws at him, and because the trio order pizza A LOT BECAUSE OF A CERTAIN BROWN SOMEONE!!! Roba also stress eats a lot in private so there’s also that, and he can eat more than Alfe can (he REFUSES to admit that)

Roba still acts very feminine despite transitioning into a man, and he likes buying and doing luxurious stuff because it feels nice and he thinks it’ll make Tux Dog like him more (also Roba smells like lavender and vanilla 24/7, and Tux Dog hates lavender smell.)

Underneath his helmet is longish blond hair, overgrown haircut, it’s usually greasy because Roba rarely takes off his helmet.

Alfe (Problem Solverz Fur Monster)

Age: 8 (18 in fur monster years)

Gender: Male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: pansexual

Family: unnamed fur monster parents (deceased), a whole bunch of unnamed brothers and sisters (unknown whereabouts), Horace and Roba (technical owners)

- Alfe is overweight 

- Alfe secretly throws fur monster parties when Horace and Roba are not in the house

- While he can eat ALMOST anything, Alfe is allergic to seafood (especially shellfish.) He’s also allergic to cats (or at least only Badcat.)

- Chocolate is also poisonous to him but they’re like apple seeds, he needs to eat a whole bunch of chocolate to get sick.

- in my artstyle I usually draw him like a wolf simply because I’m a furry (but I can draw him in his canon design)

- he is closer to Horace than Roba

- Alfe is pansexual but he is more attracted to girls (same with Horace but Horace is bi)

- Alfe wants to smoke weed and do crack but Horace always says no, so Alfe has to sneak it in when Horace isn’t around.

- Although Alfe takes a shower in the toilet, Alfe doesn’t always smell like shit because he’s forced to wear one of those car scent pine tree things around his neck.

- Alfe deeply loves both Horace and Roba, so he gets lonely when they’re not around (that’s why he throws parties.) he’s afraid of being abandoned.

[lifeonthemurdersim]

"And we'll all dance alone, To the tune of your death, We'll love again, We'll laugh again..."

I promised I'd give Jet back to @cptsadist now 😔 but before I do let me quickly do the most ridiculous payoff of my blog name ever...

I usually draw Jet's eyes more wide open but I tried to make him look a little woozy because of the blood... but it's the tiny goth squad as the Demolition Lovers! For some reason I decided to use this for practicing making sprites too, hence the animation. Side by side with the original LOTMS cover and still art variations below.

I had to move them compared to the original because they're the same height, hehe. I did almost put them in the outfits but the idea of Jet in a tux-printed vest (and a choker tie for that matter) was too fucking funny to resist. Still version of them smiling and a bloodless, textless version:

I hate drawing in profile but these are two of my favourite characters to draw which I think made up for it 😊

[asogizer505]

i love it when people post drawings with the mspaint or tux paint ui but i hate drawing on my laptop, so i made my own fake drawing program ui (copied from tux paint because i love the tux paint ui) i also used a bunch of ibispaint free assets so everything looks as chaotic as possible

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, September 22nd

Xander: “Hey, Red. What you got in the basket, little girl?” Buffy: “Weapons.” Xander: “Oh.” Buffy: “Just in case. Like the tux, Xander.” Xander: “Bond. James Bond. Insurance, you know, in case we get turned into our costumes again. I’m going for cool, secret agent guy.” Buffy: “I hate to break it to you, but you’ll probably end up cool head waiter guy.” Xander: “As long as I’m cool and wield some kind of power.”

~~Fear, Itself~~

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[hilarychuff]

"Alright, Cunningham," Eddie says, wriggling his way into a comfortable position on his side so he can face her, both of them in matching band tees and sweatpants. “So, I’m no expert like you, but I’m pretty sure this is the part of the slumber party where we talk about all of our crushes. Should we start with the movies? What’d you think about King from Victor/Victoria?” He already knows the answer. She fucking hates the guy. He’d seen her face while James Garner’s character was on screen, watched her brow furrow into an angry frown and her nose wrinkle in disgust when King washed out Norma’s mouth with soap, when he spied on Victoria getting into the bath, when he told her to quit her gig as a female impersonator so she could come be his girlfriend in Chicago instead of his boyfriend in Paris. It’s kind of funny. King had actually been the reason he’d picked this movie. Eddie’s seen it before — Wayne’s got a real thing for Julie Andrews, so they’ve gone through pretty much her whole catalog — but it had been a while back. Still, he’d been prepared to have an entire conversation with Chrissy about King Marchand, the macho man who starts to fall for Victoria before he knows for sure that she’s a woman and not some guy in drag, a nightclub owner and general tough guy who ends up in a pseudo-gay relationship with Julie Andrews’s character. Eddie even had a speech half-planned in his head about how King met a person he didn’t think he would or even could like and found himself attracted to them anyway. About how sometimes you meet someone and their gender just doesn’t matter, the space they occupy in society doesn’t matter, because the connection that exists between you goes beyond that. The things that draw you together aren’t so simple. Don’t always stick to the rules you thought you’d established. How there aren’t really any rules at all. Sometimes you just love someone in whatever way you can. However you can. No matter what the rest of the world thinks when they look at you. The same sort of stuff she’d been saying about her queer cowgirl flick last night. And then they’d gotten to those parts of the movie and, honestly, they were a lot less gay than he’d remembered. It was also clear that Chrissy was not impressed by the love interest — but she holds her tongue now, offering only a tiny shrug. “Um, I didn’t really see what Victoria saw,” is her only answer. “No?” he asks. “Well, how about Lesley Ann Warren? Maybe Norma and her little strip tease is more your type?” “She was OK,” she hedges. “I liked Toddy and Victoria.” “Oh yeah?” It’s interesting to see her mention Toddy, one of the two actually gay men in the movie, but Victoria he can see, especially when she’s dressed up in the tux. “Julie Andrews in tails,” he says. “Kind of like Buckley wearing those blazers.” Chrissy flushes a little, and from the way her mouth twists he can tell she’s biting the inside of her cheek. “Think maybe you’re into that?” he pushes gently. “Girls in coats?”

all the best people see you (all the best people know), chapter 11, a season 4 buckingham au

[skyof-atlas]

HC bout Ningguang

Warnings: kinda suggestive + sfw drawing

General HC:

I think we can all establish that Ningguang is the richest women in Teyvat

She would totally host charities and donate

She loves hearing all about the new tea from Beidou, sometimes she would go down to the harbor just to personally get a scoop

She gives Zhongli an allowance because she can’t have Rez Lapis starving frfr

She would also send him a shit ton of imported tea

As your S/O:

THIS WOMEN WILL NEVER STOP SPOILING YOU

no matter how many times you tell her you don’t need it she will shut you up and get it for you

She got you a custom made dress/tux for you

Jewelry, shoes, perfume you name it

She has a collection of dildos all custom made

Sometimes you ramble to her about your favorite things and she gets them for you

She remembers every little detail about you. Whether it be your features, your favorite thing, food, drink, position; she will know.

She likes cooking for you on days she has free

On those days she likes to spend it with you ofc

When she says ‘she knows a spot’ it’s not gonna be the jade chamber but rather the coast of the Guili Planes looking towards Guyun stone forest

Matching rings!

She hates when rumors about you go around and immediately shuts it down

She’s poly (can’t forget about our lovely captain Beidou)

Side note: yk I can see why Hunnie draws reader w a hoodie. It looks better

I did this in a rush

[ask-maple-leaf]

Will maple marry Nutella?

No, never ever. But I will feed you some sketches of that.

( NOT CANNON ART / UNRELATED )

these drawings were just for funsies because i thought the ask was kinda silly /pos

Maple would wear a Tux because she absolutely hates dresses.

( REMINDER, NOT CANNON. This was all just Nutella's imagination.)

- Creator

[ask-jaxy-boy]

Tell is more about Whimsy and Tux!!!

((Well. I'll tell you information I'm willing to share without lore development, and stuff I've already established in canon

Tux: (23) He has a pansexual polygamous brother in the real world. He is a licensed therapist, which he became because he struggles with issues that he was medicated for. Despite how put together and stable he looks he's actually struggling greatly with out his medication, luckily Noone has made him super angry (he is very violent when angry, like he blacks out in rage) he has tried to kill his brother a couple times when he was little, but formed an understanding and close bond with his brother, and misses him greatly. He has hallucinations m, mostly veiw8ng himself abstracting, and has to check himself in a mirror every morning to make sure he isn't actually abstracting, even though he knows logically he's nowhere near abstraction. He views Whimsy as a sister. Out of canon, he's adopted by Caine. One of his clients gave him the headset, stating they were far to afraid to try the game their friend (who works at C&A) wanted her to play test as this friend was known for his harsh pranks and almost abusive treatment of the girl. Tux likes murder mysteries and horror to a level where he can experience them with little to no flinching. Despite his sweet caring personality, he can get annoyed easily and is often quite rude in his own mind, but having been through school and training to be a good therapist he has developed quite the skill to be fake. Its almost unnoticable how fake he is or isnt in any given moment. Tux is based upon me although I have no real training in being a therapist.

Whimsy: whimsy has almost abstracted once, and lost her arms as a result. Due to this she hates Caine, even though he gave her hands so she could still talk, write, and draw. She was born and raised in a brothel, drugged and left to suffer at the hands of multiple "mean men" (I'll let you all make assumptions as to what happened to her in that room). She is mentally stunted due to never going to school and only learning to cook, clean, write to male suitors her dad planned on selling her off to once she got old enough, and be a "proper lady" for the man she married. Thankfully the man who quite litterally bought her was a very sweet elderly man who only wanted to save her. He was teaching her all sorts of things that would help her in life. He taught her how to draw, that there's more ways to live then how she was taught, taught her some math, science and simple things you'd learn in school. She was in university when one of her friends gave her the headset and game.))