#Thanks for requesting!

[fictionalsownme]

CAN WE HAVE WILFORD IN YOUR STYLE???🙏🙏🙏 PRETTY PLEASE /nf

based on this post by @argentuminannus !!

I've been wanting to draw this since I saw that post so thanks for requesting and giving me an excuse to sit down and do it hehe! in my mind, Wil wrote that himself the night before in a drunken attempt to cheer himself up later and now he's hung over and doesn't remember lol (also he's wilford and doesn't remember half the things he does!!) 💞 requests are open!

[edit edit: okay! colors adjusted and high quality once again! I want to throw my ipad in a fire!! please enjoy this handsome man 😌]

[rute-me]

Hello!! I’ve followed your art for a while and I adore the way you draw Harvey 🥹

I was wondering if I could request Harvey just relaxing? We all know he needs a vacation lol, something to take his mind off of everything

Thank you and I hope your day is going well!!

OFC! I think the doctor deserve a vacation, the poor man can't even remember the last time he went to sleep without worrying about possible emergency calls (thanks farmer)

(I will also put the one with no effect cuz I'm indecisive lol)

THANKS FOR REQUESTING! I really enjoyed doing this one XD

and thanks for the compliment, I really appreciate it, I hope you like it! S2 /gen

Have a nice week!

[nectorbruise]

So what if nerdy prudes must die was actually about Richie and max secretly dating and max dresses up as both his fears: being gay and ghosts. So um their fruity, what about it! I want to make them a Spotify playlist and condemn them to ghost hunts and attack on titan rewatches

[quixotical-lymbo]

IVE BEEN WAITINGGG FOR REQS TO OPEN FOR W LONGGG TIMEEEE!!! I LOVE YOUR WORKS SOOO MUCHHHHH!!!

beggginggg for a part 3 of the megatrons sparkling reader in tfone!!!! Like we know theyre around prolly a preteen or teen sparkling at best, but megatron and optimus’ fallout lowk seemed like a divorce LMAOO. Like its gotta be some sort of parental/sire trauma with both of their sire at war with the other, idk its just the way the last part of sparkling reader with megatron and optimus reaction had me INVESTEDDDDD.

Pairing: Megatron & gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Continuation of Wild Child. Warnings/Tags: Mild descriptions of violence, teen being angsty again, bittersweet, some fluff if you want to consider it that. Word Count: 2700+ words

It had been an entire cycle since that night. Prime had made it clear that he didn't want you involved with the war in any shape or form if he could help it. That did not mean you would refuse an opportunity to help if it came. Under the watchful eyes of your guardians, you never chased after trouble and trouble never came to you. Yet, the moment darkness covered Iacon, you were out and about learning everything you can from listening in on bar conversations, whispers on the streets, and anything you could absorb while the sun remained under the horizon. It wasn't much at times but when you heard stories of Prime's encounters with the leader of the Decepticons, you did not know whether to be proud or angry. On one servo, defeating the Decepticons meant saving lots of lives and Cybertron, but on the other the defeat of a bot you once saw as a bot who'd do anything to keep you safe was a complicated situation to mull over. 

Slipping inside of your berthroom, you closed the window and pressed your helm against the glass. Your optics dimmed as the first rays of sunlight broke through the reconstructed buildings, the bright yellows and pinks scattered across the sky and merging with the lingering hues of the night was a sight you'd never get tired of. Stepping away from the glass you backed away from the window and approached your berth, slipping inside and closing your optics for some much needed rest. The doors to your room slid open with gusto as a bright yellow mech skipped inside. 

"Are you ready for the craziest, scariest, funniest, and passion filled day of your life?!" Bumblebee exclaimed with wild servo gestures as he bounced over to your berth. He raised his knuckles to your forehelm and watched with growing enthusiasm as your optics came to life. You blinked a few times, compelling a smile that drained whatever bit of energy you had left, and nodded. 

"Great! Let's go or we'll be late for your first scouting mission with…yours truly!" Bumblebee's animated movement didn't stop there as he snatched your wrist and yanked you out of your room and into the cold hallway. 

"That's today?" You muttered as your pedes scraped against the floor in an attempt to keep up with Bumblebee's pace. As you grew, Optimus had to keep his promise of letting you learn and train to be a part of the war. It would be impossible to expect you not to learn some things in case of emergencies. With how dire the condition of the battles are becoming, it would be stupid to refuse to train you to defend yourself because of his own fears of ruining you. 

"Yep! I stayed up all night preparing where we would go, what to look out for, oh-! I even…have flashcards…that I forgot to bring…scrap."

You laughed and continued following the black and yellow bot outside. 

 

—---

The two of you made your way out of Iacon and its barriers. Large strongholds built due to recent Decepticon troops attempting to sneak inside, thankfully not much damage was done when the first few attacks on Iacon happened in the last cycle. 

"Watch your step, it's a bit slippery here." Bumblebee carefully stepped over a cracked platform and the two of you descended from the barely visible path down from the stronghold and onto the ground outside Iacon. You held onto the pieces of metal jutting out from the wall of the thick structure, using them to assist your way down. 

"How does anyone get out of Iacon easily? This feels so…"

"Annoying? Yeah, well, a lot of bots complained about that and during construction there was another way to leave through-" Bumblebee sucked a large amount of air in and tensed. You also stilled and watched as the scout fumbled over his words.  "-...uhh, anyway, hey look at that plant!" 

You stared at Bumblebee for a few more seconds before tearing your gaze away and looking at the direction he pointed in. Your expression twisted in confusion as you stared at…absolutely nothing. The landscape was barren as it was depressing, the only sign of life was the large cracks in the ground and burnt remains of what could only be fights that happened between the factions over the years. 

"...Yeah…what a pretty flower."

"Exactly! Now follow me!"

After a couple of breems, the pair of cybertronians arrived at their destination, a rock. The last bits of excitement you held onto were gone as you crouched behind the large rock with Bumblebee peeking around it. 

"What…is this?"

"Shh."

"I thought you said this was going to be-"

"Shhhh." 

"-Bee! I'm not sitting behind a rock for who knows how long-!" You raised your voice and were stunned when Bee whipped around and grabbed your face. His sudden action caught you off guard as you were pulled to his side and roughly guided by his  servo to look around the rock. Awkwardly on all fours and forced to lay low, you were spewing muffled curses behind the yellow bot's servo until the expression etched onto  his faceplate subdued your anger. Your optics flicked over to the edge of the rock and leaned out of Bee's loosening grip to focus on what made him so serious all of a sudden. Soon, your expression also mirrored Bumblebee's. 

Just a few feet away from your hiding spot looking out from below, all three of Megatron's top confidants were outside of their base. However, they weren't alone. They were accompanied by a group of…of…you didn't know what those things were, but they were large, pointy, and had sharp claws that looked able to rip through multiple cybertronians in one swing.  

"I can't believe it…they actually managed to..." Bumblebee trailed off. You turned your helm to look at Bee. Whatever stupor he was in broke as he turned to look at you, brows knitted together as the corners of his dermas were pulled downward. "We need to go and inform Optimus about them."

"What? Now?" Your wrist was grabbed once more but this time you broke free from Bumblebee's grip and stayed by the rock. "We just got here, we should wait and see if there's anything else we're missing."

Bumblebee closed his optics and took a moment to collect his thoughts before placing both servos on your shoulder pads, "Look, I know you want to help but you don't know those things  like I do, we need to leave before we're spotted. As scouts, we don't engage, we watch, we learn, we leave and I'm telling you we're leaving now."

"No."

"No?" Bumblebee paused mid-turn and stared at you with wide optics. "Wha-ha…what do you mean no? Young bot you have to-"

"I'm not leaving, you're not that much older than me anyway! We can't leave, not when we don't even know what those things are doing with the 'cons, what even are those guys?" 

"Sharp teeth, bad attitude, now let's go!" Bumblebee whisper-yelled. He didn't wait for you to refuse and turned around to begin the trek back to Iacon, but after a few nanokliks he looked over his shoulder pad and nearly offlined on the spot seeing you not following him, but even sneaking closer to the Decepticon base. Bumblebee yelled your name through gritted dentas and quickly pivoted on his heel to chase after you. You managed to create some distance between you and the yellow scout, but as you approached the group you paused when you felt another pair of optics on your form. Slowly turning around, you found many pairs of optics with a maw of sharp teeth and drool dripping from its mandibles, which a droplet of its saliva landed on your helm.

"...ah….hey?" 

"SCRIEEEEEE!" 

You screamed as you were grabbed by your pede and dragged over to the 'cons and other beasts who appeared startled at the noise released from one of their own. You were dangling in the air in one moment before being thrown at the pedes of Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave. Just as you were about to raise your helm, something heavy came crashing down and forced your faceplate to kiss the dirt. You grunted and blinked away the dust from your optics, as the dust settled from the corner of your optic that wasn't forced against the ground you could see the silhouette of Bumblebee's form retreat from the scene, not heading towards you, but running away. A twinge of pain twisted in your spark at the scene before your attention was forcibly directed to the seeker that crouched in front of you. 

"Well, well, well, another one of those Autobots' vermin sneaking around in places they shouldn't be…oh? Aren't you the Prime's brat?" Starscream muse as he waved off the beast's pede from your almost crushed helm and grabbed you by your chin. "Looks like we not only gained an upper hand but a bargaining chip as well, wouldn't you two agree?"

You glared at the seeker and struggled to pull yourself from his iron-grip. He seemed to enjoy watching you struggle until his grip on your chin moved to your throat, causing you to thrash even more as black spots entered your vision. Your servos shot up to attack but Starscream must've figured you'd try that and punched you square in the jaw with his other servo.

The brunt force of the punch stunned you enough to not resist, causing your descent into unconsciousness to accelerate. The seeker continued to squeeze until the young bot's movement came to a pathetic halt. He stood with the young bot hanging from his servo, glancing at his companions with an arched brow. The other two mechs glanced at each other before Shockwave responded with, "You can take them elsewhere while we deal with our…guests."

"With pleasure," Starscream crooned before leaving the scene with their new addition. 

 

—---

By the time you managed to wake up, you found yourself alone in a room with nothing but chains wrapped around your limbs to keep you company. You faintly recall moments of waking up a few times, but the fuzzy memories and pain from the dent prevented you from remembering what happened after you were punched. Where are you? How long were you out for?

Tugging and biting at your restraints did nothing, screaming seemed pointless when you didn't sense another soul within the vicinity and even if there was some 'con listening in, they wouldn't be foolish enough to entertain your threats. Slumping against the wall, you bumped the back of your helm and hissed as the dull ache from your injury reminded you of what happened. 

"Bee…" You mumbled as your knees came up to your chassis and you attempted with what little movement you had to wrap your arms around them. He left without even trying to save you, granted he did warn you not to engage further than he permitted and you…you disobeyed. What else would you expect from not listening to the experts orders? Still, it did not sit right with you to just…leave at that very moment. Something wasn't right and there was still a lot of information Bee was missing out on if the two of you left right then and there. Your optics flickered as you recalled the scene of Bumblebee leaving you at the mercy of the 'cons. At the very least you would've expected him to try and help you get away. This feeling felt wrong to have, but that didn't mean you couldn't stop trying to justify feeling this way. Betrayed. Is this what Prime felt when your sire turned against him? Or, was this a feeling that your sire had when Prime wanted to grant that dictator mercy instead of everything he deserved and more?

The whine of a heavy door opening caused you to straighten up. In the doorway stood a 'con that looked eerily similar to your sire but you could tell right away it wasn't him. Before you could question them, they approached you and grabbed the chains tied to you and undid them. The relief on your wrists did not last long as you were cuffed and pulled by the larger bot out of the room. You kept quiet this time around and observed, attempting to memorize the hallways and corridors. You were so absorbed with looking around that you did not notice the large 'con stopping. 

It wasn't until you were pulled in front of them did you stop to pay attention. You stumbled forward and glared at the 'con before freezing. Standing in the middle of what appeared to be a throne room stood the bot you wanted to see the most and the one you wanted to run away from at the same time. He looked older than the last time you've seen him, aged with scratches and less shinier than the mech who left you with the Prime all those cycles ago. However, those bright red optics were familiar and brought forth feelings you wanted to keep tucked away. Safety, warmth, comforting.

"Welcome home, little one." Megatron's expression neither softened or hardened as the soldier approached with you still cuffed. Megatron's gaze switched over to the soldier and without another word, the soldier bowed and left the room with the doors closing behind them. You were glued to the spot, still staring at the mech who took only two steps to reach you. You backed away but were grabbed by the cuffs and squeezed your optics shut. 

Click. 

"..."

"There." His voice and touch were too close for comfort, but you found yourself leaning towards the heat generated off his form, it didn't help that his servo found its way to your helm and paused when grazing the dent in the back. You flinched and blinked your optics open to the sight of a frowning Megatron. 

"Don't worry, they won't treat you roughly anymore." Megatron spoke up after a long stretch of silence and gave your form a good look. "You've…grown." 

"Yeah, without you." You snapped back before you could hold it in. Instead of a disapproving stare or harsher words, you were met with laughter. Granted, it was more like chuffing from an old generator, but still…it wasn't what you thought you'd hear. 

"Well…you and I won't be separated ever again." Megatron fell onto one knee to maintain optic contact with you. He pulled you in close and wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in an embrace firm yet gentle. You didn't move an inch and only relaxed after hearing the soft repeat of his promise in your audials, "Never again." 

You were speechless, utterly speechless. After all this time, now he wanted to play happy family? After leaving you? Abandoning you and not once trying to get you back? But, he still wanted you…didn't he?

 "Keep the liability with you, I don't have room for any weaknesses. Not anymore."

You found enough strength to push yourself out of the silver mechs hug. Creating enough distance between the two of you as you pointed a digit at his face, "I'm not fragging naive to believe you're telling the truth, you don't want me, you want what I can provide and that's bein' a tool to get Prime to agree to whatever demands you have, aren't I?"

Megatron's face contorted at the mentioning of Optimus, he moved to stand at his full height and stormed over to you. Your faceplate morphed into fear as he reached for you and you dodged his servo. That didn't stop him from attempting to grab you again while he hissed, "If that's what you want to believe, then fine, but I still want you here with me. Not with them."

"And if I don't want to?" You shot back and stopped backpedaling. Megatron also stopped and stared at you, tilting his helm as the corner of his intake twitched upward. 

"You'd rather return to the ones who left you here? I heard the scout left without even trying to rescue you." 

"He's just getting reinforcements." You seethed. "Prime and the others will be here soon, a single day isn't going to make me believe they aren't coming."

Megatron reeled back as his smile widened, he threw his helm back and barked with laughter at your confused expression. He lurched forward and took one long step to loom over you. You found yourself feeling smaller once more, squaring your shoulders and hesitantly transforming one of your servos into a blade. The sight of the weapon only made the silver mech's smile bend further.

"You don't know? Little one, you've been here for weeks." 

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 What? 

😼 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. banner(s) by @kodaswrld !!

[icycoldninja]

Cuddling with Dante (DMC 3) headcanons would be so cute

Aww yiss! Here ya go, enjoy the hell out of it! (I sure did)

Cuddling headcannons (DMC3! Dante x Reader)

-Likes being the little spoon; Dante is a sweet lil softie who just wants to be cuddled and snuggled.

-Doesn't mind being the big spoon if you want him to be, but he still prefers being cuddled rather than the person doing the cuddling.

-If currently being the little spoon, he will bury his face in your chest or shoulder, wrap his legs and arms around you, and just cling to you like a koala. If you want to get up, woe is you--he ain't moving for anyone or anything.

-If being the big spoon, he will wrap his legs around your back and his arms round your shoulders. Then he'll just lie there until he falls asleep.

-Never ever try to free yourself from Dante's cuddling clutches. It is an impossible feat; attempting to do so will only cause the cuddle monster to tighten his grip and whine until you cease your futile resistance.

-Very, very warm, almost like a mini heater. When you snuggle with Dante, there isn't a need for blankets.

-Sometimes puts on a movie or a show or something for you guys to watch while lying together; it's relaxing and is the perfect pre-bedtime cool down.

-Loves to play with your hair and loves it even more if you play with his.

-Will braid/brush your hair if you ask him to. He's also surprisingly good at it. Probably picked it up from Eva

-Also owns a pair of pizza themed pajamas that are very fuzzy and look super cute on him. He will definitely get you a pair if you want to match.

-At night, when he's asleep, he gravitated toward you. If you aren't already in each other's arms, he will scoot over to you until you are. More often than not, he ends up rolling on top of you, squashing you with his weight.

-But it's alright, Dante's not that heavy, and if squishing you makes him happy, then so be it. Besides, it's not like you'll feel the loss of circulation--you'll be asleep!

[punksrhea]

Could you please make icons for Stephanie Vaquer on Raw After Mania? Thank you so much! Your work is amazing :)

thank youu!! <3 made a few from screencaps since there wasn't any good photos for icons. hope you like them!

p.s. save these as png files <3

[chimckenns]

I have this “ scene “ in my head where you’re dealing with depression but one day your “ partner “ comes back from work to find you singing while making yourself coffee or cocking and just smiles and then you notice that they’re back so you greet them and before they head to your shared room they tell you “ Welcome Back “ softly but idk which redacted characters it fits with the most 🥲

The Summit affected Baaabe quite a lot. They’ve seen a lot from being involved in the magical world, but it was the first time they’ve seen someone die in front of them. They were shaken up and couldn’t sleep, and that was when Asher realised just how much they had on their mind.

Baaabe was someone that would keep their thoughts to themselves and spiral in them. Usually after a while they’d confine in him after they reflected and sort of made peace with their thoughts. But lately he hasn’t heard a word. Like they were trying not to talk about what happened at all. Asher wasn’t going to push it if they didn’t want to talk about it, but he noticed that they were holding in a lot. They’ve been tense, even when they slept. And they’ve been having more nightmares too. Asher would always wake up and hold them, but they wouldn’t say a word.

Gradually they started going silent, and Asher was panicking inside. They had dark circles under their eyes from the sleepless nights filled with nightmares. Their shoulders were always tight, even after Asher massaged them. He offered many times to talk, but they’d refuse with a smile, saying they were okay, and that they didn’t need therapy or anything like that.

He hated seeing them like this. His inner wolf was panicking as they became less and less like themselves with each passing day. Like they were a shadow of who they used to be. He hasn’t heard their laugh in a while now. And that hurt like a stab in the heart.

But one day when Asher came back from a security gig, he froze. There was a melody coming from the kitchen. He tiptoed in, not wanting to ruin the moment, and he found his mate cooking, humming to a random song. It sounded like heaven. Was their voice always so sweet?

Baaabe looked up at the sound of footsteps, and their eyes met his. They smiled, and welcomed him with a wave and puckered lips, wordlessly asking for a kiss. Asher all but skipped towards them, face lifting into a smile instantly, and gave them a peck. He shifted to stand behind them, arms wrapping around their waist and they swayed a little while Baaabe continued humming as they stirred the pot.

Asher closed his eyes and rested his head on theirs, enjoying how it vibrated slightly. They felt so warm. His core felt lighter and burned brighter, reflecting his mate.

He turned to kiss their cheek before resting his chin on their shoulder.

“Welcome back, Baaabe.” The words were barely audible, but they heard it loud and clear.

They turned around in their arms and kissed him on the lips, soft and sweet. When they parted, their eyes wrinkled into a smile and Asher felt his heart squeeze in adoration.

[rayllurn]

2x07, 17:20-17:27 PLEASE it's my favorite 😭

she punch!!!

[visionsofmagic]

Hello

Could I get a song lyric story with Billy Butcher with either song lyrics #1 or #13

Fluffy or sexy your choice.

⎯ better than him. [billy butcher – 1/2]

྾ summary: being denied by your crush, you find yourself at the door of butcher, only to get better since his your only company but it ends different than you thought. ྾ lyrics: #1, A little bit older. A black leather jacket. A bad reputation. Insatiable habits. He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe. Yeah, I said, “If you kiss me, I might let it happen.” ▸my oh my, camila cabello; #13, I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman. Plus all my clothes would fit▸boyfriend, dove cameron

wc: 1.4k ྾ notes/tags: fluff, mentions of nsfw content (a little) – part 2 will be the nsfw one, reader discovers inner facts, kind of mean butcher, kissing, biting, confessing, nicknames, cursing. ^^ ALSO, lots of thanks to @butchers-girl for the request! 💌 I know I made you wait for a while but I hope this one will make you happy. enjoy! *lots of kisses and hugs* [masterlist]

“You look like shit.” He says, rolling his eyes at your mess yet he leaves his door open behind him to let you in after he understands you are waiting in front of his door for a while now from the way you sit on the ground, no tears but sadness washing over your face.

“Yeah, got it from you.” You tease even though he can make you leave his house anytime soon. A voice tells you that he will let you because contrary to his common cold manner, he’s soft – for you. This was the reason, maybe not the main one, you came to him after feeling so down due to having a crush, ex-crush now, who said how he could never imagine liking someone like you. Well, it shouldn’t hurt but it did and you had only Butcher to make you feel good since he was your only close friend.

“Stop being a brat,” Not using the word ‘cunt’ with you, no, you were so delicate to hear that, Huggie wasn’t though. “I let you in, yeah, be grateful.”

Following him into the couch, you put no mind to the mess of his house. You know he nearly comes to his house and today was your lucky day that he finally came. You watched him as he took off his black leather jacket, only leaving with a black sweater, making him look more mature and older – he’s indeed a little bit older than you, enough to make you watch him for a while before he remarks with a smirk on his attractive and cocky face, “Liked what you see the princess?”

Rolling your eyes, you look at the closed TV in front of you and hide your face from him – probably already understood how he made the heat rush to your face. You knew you were like an open book for him – he knew you maybe more than you know yourself, and that was another reason you came here – not the main one still.

“Just open the TV.” You say after seeing your own reflection on the black screen of huge TV; you have a messy posture while he’s looking so good as always. His wide open legs make you focus on there for a moment before catching his eyes on the reflection, seeing how he smirks and puts his left arm on the couch’s edge, right above your shoulders, caging you with his body like your small body, comparing to his bigger one, means nothing.

Without saying anything, he opens the TV, some ads playing while he drinks a bottle of beer which you didn’t see until that moment. How he got that even? “Want some?” He asks, pointing to the bottle.

Shaking your head positively, wanting nothing but forgetting about everything, you take the bottle from his hands, fingers brushing into each other. Feeling hotter each second beside him, you take a few gulps of cold beer and put your head on the edge of the couch, making his arm behind you a pillow for you to sleep on. Closing your eyes, you say after a moment of peaceful silence – something you like about Butcher; he always knows when to talk or let you go while being in silence. “He said he would never be with someone like me.” You leave a sad chuckle, feeling insecure even if you want to deny it.

It takes a few seconds for Butcher to say after you feel his piercing gaze on your face. How you wish to open your eyes and watch his beautiful eyes, attractive face, and sharp gazes but you can’t – not yet. “I said that he was a bastard, didn’t I?”

Opening your eyes, you look at his face, rolling your eyes at his cocky attitude inside your brain. “At least say something – uplifting you cocky bastard.”

Your swear makes him smirk, shrugging, he points to the door, “You can leave if you need a fucking therapist, ya know. I ain’t one.” Knowing he will not let you leave, you chuckle, drinking the remaining part of the beer as he watches your face, not even taking any permission to do it – he doesn’t need it anyway.

“Rude.”

“I speak the facts darlin’, the cunt is a bastard, so, let it go. Not worth it.” – Not worth crying, not worth thinking about his words but it’s nearly impossible when his words flow in your system like venom and you want Butcher to make you find your own medicine for it – you know your worth but still, being a broken one now, you need him.

“Butcher,” you say, taking his full attention on you because your voice comes so low, revealing how bad you are feeling right now. “What’s the meaning of ‘someone like me’? Am I that bad? I am, right?” You leave another weak – sad chuckle, making Butcher swear to the guy before looking at you deeply, with sympathy and affection on his expression.

“Fuck the guy,” He says, his arm behind you now holding you by the shoulder, pushing you closer to him, his hot breaths hit your face. “Fuck them all, y/n, you don’t need them to see your worth.” Surprised by how he talks – so openly, you become breathless because of both his words and the proximity between you.

Putting your right hand on his bearded cheek, you say, “Being soft now, are we?” Teasing him makes you giggle.

“Only for you, darlin’.” He confesses, leaving you surprised at his words. Looking at him, you gain great confidence by the way he looks back at you, and your hand moves on its own, caressing his beard as one of his hands find your back, pushing you closer to him, earning a low, “Butcher –“ utter from you.

“Yes, love?” He asks; a cocky smirk on his attractive face. Rolling your eyes, you leave a chuckle, playing the game he’s up to.

“Will you show me my own worth? In your eyes –“ You say, trying to understand his motives; just to take away your sadness or express something he wants aloud. You know that if this moment, he kisses you, you will let it all go, and like he hears your own thoughts, he smirks, holding your cheek with his free hand, pulling you closer until your lips touch his – fireworks blow in your stomach at the sudden but waited, for a long time, action.

First, you stay without moving, then, when he bites your lower lip to get your blank mind working again, you let a soft moan out, closing your eyes, and you kiss him back – as passionately as he does. Lips trying to eat the other’s lips, hot tongues enter each other’s mouth. As you and Butcher kiss each other as your lives depend on it, the world under your feet seems to be disappeared, only leaving Butcher and his presence knowledgable to your mind – reality. He’s neither fast nor slow with his actions. He acts as if he knows every nerve of you, which to push, which to pull, which to touch.

He slowly, and gently – contrary to his common attitude, rises, making your back touch onto the surface of the couch. Pushing your legs apart with his knee, he finds his place between your thighs, hands positioned on the left and right sides of your head. You can’t help but feel small against his big body, not that you complain, not when he breaks the kiss – both of you need air, a necklace which you gave him swing, you pay attention to it for a moment before looking at his eyes, seem to have more sparkles now. “At the end of the night,” He begins, sounding both confident and assuring, “You will know your own fucking worth, doll,” He kisses your lips again, rough this time, leaving red marks on them due to biting. He’s so possessive, you can see that. “The most precious girl – my girl is the most precious girl. So fucking precious. That cunt – oh, that cunt will kick his own ass after he finds out what he missed, I’m telling ya – ”

“Butcher,” You say before holding his necklace and pulling him into you powerfully. You need him now – more than anything, and you know you have needed him for a long time now. “Just forget about him and kiss me. I only need – you.” He smiles, genuinely, then, the smile turns into a devilish smirk, leaving you breathless.

“Damn sure you need me. Will make sure the only man you can think of will be me at the end of the night, my girl.”

[rob1ns]

eek i see you like dc and have art requests open!! mae kent day is dec 15th if you wanna make a little doodle of her and one of the batgirls! her and steph coexisted but never really met, i think. there's lots of stuff about her on my page if you want to scroll for refs! no pressure obv - @mae-kent

I am so sorry I missed the Mae Kent day! I was super busy, but here are some doodles of her!

[nightmarereverie]

hiya! do you think you could pull iron bundle figure transparents? its this little guy-

can't find good pngs :(

Sorry for the wait, I just woke up, but regardless: Aye-aye Cap'n! One set of spooky future Delibird figurine pngs!

(If you wanted something else, please let me know, so I can correct it to the best of my abilities — whether it be a private message or another ask, thanks for requesting!) ✿༉‧₊˚.

[thefanvideoer]

❝ who has the greatest (friend/brother/sister/sibling/parent/etc) in the world? me, that's who! ❞ but with Sonic and Tails? Pretty please?

The sky stretches wide over Green Hills, painted in slow oranges and soft-pink brushstrokes that bleed into the gold of evening. Somewhere behind the hills, birds are calling out their last songs of the day, and the breeze tastes like pine and leftover warmth. Sonic leans back against the roof of the Wachowski house, arms folded under his head, one foot tapping gently as if the earth itself were humming a rhythm only he can hear.

Beside him, Tails is fiddling with something in his lap—a makeshift wind gauge crafted from an old soda can, a length of string, and a paperclip. His tails flick idly as he concentrates, but Sonic doesn’t mind when they accidentally brush against him. If anything, it grounds him. Every time the breeze ruffles Tails' fur and the sun glints off his goggles, Sonic finds himself breathing a little easier. It's been a while since they just sat like this without danger chasing at their heels.

No Eggman, no Emerald emergencies, no GUN.

Tails hums a little as he adjusts the calibration, mumbling numbers to himself, and Sonic grins. Not because he understands a word of it, but because the sound is familiar. It means everything is okay right now. It means there's nowhere else Sonic would rather be.

"Hey," Sonic says after a minute, stretching his arms wide above his head and letting out a satisfied sigh, "who has the greatest best friend in the world? Me, that's who!"

Tails freezes for a second, caught mid-adjustment, before looking up with wide eyes and an embarrassed laugh, his goggles sliding down his forehead a little. "W-what brought that on?" he asks, trying and failing to hide the smile tugging at his mouth. He ducks his head, cheeks tinged just a little pink under his fur, but Sonic only shrugs and leans in to nudge his shoulder against Tails' side.

"Nothing. Everything. Just...look at you," Sonic says, voice softening a notch. "Look at this. You built a wind gauge out of trash and a dream. You helped save the planet last week. You can fly with your tails and still know how to fly a plane, you fix stuff nobody else understands, and somehow you still laugh at my jokes." He pauses and lets his gaze wander to the horizon. "You're kinda awesome, you know that?"

Tails blinks, caught off guard by the sincerity, and for a moment the hillsides around them feel like they're holding a breath. Then his shoulders sag a little, like he's letting go of tension he didn't even know he had, and he sets the wind gauge down on the roof with careful hands. "You really think so?" he asks, quiet now. Not because he doubts Sonic, but because sometimes it still feels like a miracle that anyone puts up with him.

Especially Sonic.

Sonic turns onto his side, props his head up on one hand, and grins at him like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Of course I do. I don't say stuff like that unless I mean it, buddy. You're one of a kind. No one else I'd rather fly with."

He means that in more ways than one. Not just in the Tornado, as they have affectionately called the plane that Tails absolutely did not steal from Rachel and Randall's wedding, not just on missions or at his side during battles against Eggman, but in life. In every stubborn, joyful, loyal part of it. Tails has never let him fall. Never once stopped believing. He's a big part of the reason that Sonic knows what home feels like when the rest of the world moves too fast.

The wind catches a tuft of Tails' fur and blows it across his eyes, and Sonic reaches out without thinking to brush it aside, ruffling his bangs affectionately. Tails leans into the touch. Not much. Just a small shift, barely there. But it's enough. They don't need words for this part. They've already said them, a thousand times, in every rescue and every ride and every starlit night when one of them couldn't sleep and the other stayed up just to be there.

"Thanks, Sonic," Tails murmurs in quiet awe.

Sonic just nudges him again, then lays back onto the roof with a satisfied sigh, one foot still tapping the beat of some song only he can hear. "Hey. I'm serious. Greatest little brother ever!"

Tails' eyes widen. "Brother?"

Okay. Now Sonic is just exaggerating, right?

"Sounds a bit better than just 'Team' or 'friend,' doesn't it?" Sonic asks.

Tails nods, at a loss for words. Sonic may exaggerate sometimes, but not about this...right?

"Why don't we go ask Knux and see what he thinks?"

Tails still can't bring himself to say anything. Sonic takes his silence as a yes, already making his way off the roof.

Tails follows behind, the wind gauge forgotten.

Sonic and Knuckles started off as friends.

Well...maybe not Knuckles at first.

Then they had become teammates.

If his friends are brothers now...does that mean he has a family?

[mizaruwu]

Hello again! May I request fable x legend? I’d love to see them in your artstyle, it’s so lovely

If you don’t wanna draw them, that’s ok! Feel free to ignore this ask

-alttp Zelink anon from earlier

here you go anon~ I know this isn't exactly what you requested but I looked at the manga for reference and they looked cute so it's alttp instead of lu? afsdghjkl

if anyone wants to request a drawing too just send em in ^^)/

[quixotical-lymbo]

Hi- I was wondering if I could request separate Wukong and Macaque headcanons for a reader who forgets to do important stuff? Not like work stuff or anything like that- but like- vital stuff? Like sometimes they forget to eat or sleep or take care of themselves properly. It’s not that they don’t want to, they just forget sometimes. But with their friends and people they care about, they never forget. Always reminding the group to eat and rest and stay hydrated while pushing their own needs to the side? only if your comfortable doing this of course!

Pairing: Wukong, Macaque & gn!Reader Rating: SFW Warnings/Tags: Y'know the drill, fluff, brief mentions of starvation, lack of sleep, and some crack from you-know-who.  Word Count: 500+ words 🍜 - didn't know if you wanted romantic or not, but I guess you can decide for yourselves if want it to be either or!

WUKONG

☀️ At first, Wukong thought you were playing some long con joke. I mean, there's no way you could forget to take care of a few important factors in your small, mortal life? I mean, even he knew not to miss a meal or nap if he could help it!

☀️ However, Wukong managed to witness it himself whenever he had the opportunity to visit PIgsy's shop. You seemed fairly normal, save for the heavy dark bags under your eyes and the way you took a few seconds to reply to anyone, but overtime Wukong could tell you hadn't slept a wink last night.

☀️ He'd bring it up in a joking manner, and when you sheepishly reveal that you forgot, his joking tone would turn into that typical older brother tone and remind you about the importance of sleep and how your body is a temple yadda yadda yadda. 

☀️ After it happened a few more times, Wukong would feel a bit exasperated ESPECIA-FUCKING-LY when you would remind MK or Mei to get enough sleep or eat their meals on time. 

☀️ Literally would be like, "Oh, you're one to talk." or "Are you sure you aren't reminding yourself to do these things?" 

☀️ At this point, he's gonna bully you into remembering. 

☀️ Overall, underneath all the teasing and playful gestures of him forcing food into your mouth–Wukong is worried about your forgetfulness, even if you don't mean to forget. 

MACAQUE 

🌙 Assuming that the two of you tolerate each other to be above the acquaintance stage, he wouldn't care at first. I mean, people normally forget to do things in favor of other responsibilities–and he wasn't your warden, so who was he to remind you to take care of yourself? Plus, with how often you remind the others to eat and drink water, he assumed you were on top of your shit. 

🌙 Oh, how wrong he was. 

🌙 Macaque didn't think he'd end up being the one to supervise how much you ate, drank, and slept without your knowing. Without being obvious, he'd sometimes slip a cup of water in your general vicinity, an apple here and there, or even kidnap you and bind you to your bed until you closed those annoying eyes of yours. 

🌙 You were very…persistent in your forgetfulness that Macaque stopped keeping an eye on you just to see what would happen. 

🌙 Well, you passed out in the middle of the street due to dehydration. 

🌙 Never again. 

🌙 Anyway, he learned to not stress himself out with this problem as he turned to MK to take over his duties as your 'mom.' 

🌙 From time to time he'll check up on you, but he'll keep his distance unless the situation calls for him to step in and make sure you're safe. 

🍜 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. sparkle banner(s) by @adornedwithlight !!

[icycoldninja]

can i request dante with a half angel s/o? she has a trigger like the sparda families, except it's primarily used for healing - they are both devil hunters too.

Ah yes, great idea! It was a lotta fun writing this one, thanks for requesting. 💜 Hope you enjoy.

Dante x Half Angel S/O headcannons

-A devil and an angel's romance, a classic, almost always forbidden love story.

-Dante finds this hilarious as nothing about your relationship is forbidden--if anything, it's encouraged.

-You are one of the only person in the world who can tell Dante what to do. No matter what, no matter how crazy your request seems, Dante will carry it out.

-This unique skill leads everyone who meets you two to ship you as hard as anime fans ship their favorite couples.

-You and Dante going on missions together are like cookies and milk; you mesh together perfectly. He fights, you heal. You watch each other's backs, making you two the perfect duo.

-Dante used to be really worried that you'd get injured during missions, so he kept a close eye on you and always tried to stay close to you while keeping the enemy at bay--at least, until he saw your Angel Trigger.

-It occurred when he received a critical injury from a demonic sword. He went flying backwards and hit the ground, but unlike most of the time, he didn't get back up. He remained on the ground, still and unmoving. You panicked, racing over to him and channeling as much of your power into him as possible. Before you knew it, your form changed; you sprouted giant, feathery wings and your skin started glowing. Dante's eyes flew open in shock, and he beheld your radiant self in awe.

-From that point on, he never doubted your combat prowess again, and with extended practice, you learned to Trigger at will, much like how Dante's Devil Trigger works.

-Your Angel Trigger has the power to heal any and all wounds in a matter of seconds, regardless of the magnitude or location of the injury. It's a very handy ability that is more than appreciated during missions.

-When you're in your Trigger, you emit a lot of light, meaning that in extreme cases (like when Dante forgets to pay the utility bills again) you can function as a living lamp when the power's out.

-Loves to rub his face in your wings cause they're just so fluffy!

-When he has nightmares/gets too drunk and starts remembering bad memories from his past, he will snuggle up with you because your presence comforts him.

-He can't explain it, there's just something about you that soothes and relaxes him. Must be attributed to your angelic blood...