#and in the middle of it I was like ‘no…I need to draw something for this NOW’ and I did

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 17

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

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You sit beside Bucky. He’s stoic. Patient in an ominous way. You don’t try to mimic him. You know you can’t. You just keep still and listen. He does too. 

“Something in the boats, boss. Someone undercutting us down in the southeast.” Gio explains. “That fisherman, he drove off when I tried to talk to him.” 

“Hm,” Bucky nods. “And you’ve been watching? How do you know there’s something coming in?” 

“Just the way he’s actin’.” 

“The way he’s acting,” Bucky clucks and taps his fingers on his jaw. “Not much of a reason to pull the alarm. Put some eyes on the dock. Come back next week.” 

“Yes, boss. I’ll put my boys down there.” 

“Good,” Bucky sits back, hanging his arm over the side of his chair.  

He reaches for you, taking your hand and bringing it onto the high armrest. He squeezes. You focus on your posture. You resist the urge to look around at all those eyes staring back. You know they’re watching you. They have since the moment you got here. 

“The flower shop on third,” another man steps up. You recognise him. He used to come see your dad; Alfie. He meets your gaze with a squint. “They didn’t pay me in full. Said they can’t make cut.” 

“How much is cut?” Bucky asks. 

“1500” 

“Fifteen?” Bucky scoffs. “That’s as much they’d pay the government for their license. Take half.” 

“Half?” 

“Jumped up little man,” Bucky sniffs. “I got capos not taking that much from business in north side. Half. You’re lucky I don’t ask for it all myself.” 

He snaps his fingers and dismisses Alfie with a flutter of fingers. The older man gives you a long look as he backs up. His lip twitches. 

“One more thing,” Bucky drawls and shifts. “When you look at my woman, you don’t do it like that.” 

Alfie flinches. “I ain’t--” 

“Don’t fucking lie to me. Now walk away.” 

Alfie grits his teeth and lowers his head. He retreats. The air in the room turns stagnant. You focus on not fidgeting. You don’t want to draw any more attention. 

And the dress. It cinches to tight in the middle, it shows too much of your chest, it hugs your figure a little too snugly. You are dressed up like something you aren't.

“I got a wedding to plan. I need you all to start carrying your weight. You got a problem, go to the underboss. I’m not taking council over florists and fishermen.” He tuts. “Oh and make sure you RSVP.” 

He stands and tugs you up with him. You rise and adjust the high arch of the heels. He draws you to him and kisses your forehead. 

“Come on, doll. Now that it’s top of mind, we need to figure out flowers.” He lets go of your hand and puts his hand on your lower back, ushering you out of the room without a glance sideways. 

As the door shuts behind you, you exhale slowly, quietly. He takes you down the hall and up the stairs, pointing you up first. As you climb, he hums. “Perfect view.” 

You stiffen but keep going. You walk past a door and he chuckles. You turn back as he opens it. 

“You forgot?” He wonders. “It doesn’t remind you of that first night?” 

You blanch as you near him. You look him in the eye. “I remember.” 

His eyes flick up and down. He waves you inside. You enter ahead of him. The door clicks shut behind him and he brushes his palm along your rear as he dips in behind you. 

He goes around the desk to the cabinet in the corner. He pops open the glass door and takes out a dark bottle. He pushes his fingers into two glasses and pinches them together. He spins and carries it all to the desk. He sets them down with a clink. 

Quietly, he pours. He peeks up at you. A lock of dark hair falls forward. His dark tie is knotted high and firm, his collar starched and perfect. He puts the bottle down. 

“You asked me to do it.” 

“You didn’t.” You blurt out and look away. You shake your head and blink. Your finger twitches. You feel the trigger, you smell the gun powder. 

“I gave you the power you wanted.” 

You bite your lip. This isn’t what you asked for. You asked for safety. For peace. For your sisters. 

He comes around the desk. You sense him. You smell the alcohol before he holds out the glass. You glance at it and hesitate. 

“I don’t drink.” You say. 

“You need it.” 

You take it and turn away. You put it back on his desk. You keep your back to him. 

“You did good,” he says. You can hear him slurp. “You sat and listened. You didn’t let that man intimidate you.” 

“Why would he? He’s not you.” 

Silence. He drinks again. He comes up next to you. 

“You scared of me?” 

“I know I’m not in charge.” You shrug. “I know how it goes. I’ll do what needs to be done. Whatever it is you need me to do.” 

He sighs. “I’m not like him, don’t treat me like I am.” 

Maybe not, but the situation isn’t so different... 

“I know,” you lie. “Last week, I was just his daughter. I only had to worry about my sisters. It’s... a lot.” 

“And I know you can handle it, doll,” he rubs your hip and sets his glass down. “Come here.” 

He turns you to him, cradling your cheek as he steps closer. He squeezes the soft curve of your hip and smirks. His nose brushes yours. 

“I chose you because I know you can. You know when it’s time to take out the trash.” He caresses your cheek. “And you got a hell of a poker face.” He leans in and kisses you. You can taste the smoky scotch on him. He draws back and gazes at you, purring. “I’m gonna call your bluff, one day.” 

[hazard-haze]

Eddie and Volt headcanons (no player)

Soooooo

My brain has decided this shit is my new hyperifxation

And that these are my new comfort characters

But I heard that everyone was getting a hate ending with them and guess who got friendship with them first tryyyyyy! So uh, skill issue/j heres some headcanons for ya'll :)

-He doesn't do it often because he knows Eddie hates it, but Volt can 110% pick up Eddie and will abuse this power if he needs to

-Eddie is Volt's anger translator. It usually goes something like this:

Volt: "We are sorry you weren't satisfied with our service, but this is the best we can do and I'm going to have to ask you to leave now."

Eddie *passing by behind him*: "Pay your fucking tab and get out!"

-Volt cannot keep his hands still, he tries to play it off suave-ly (?) by just tapping his fingers and running his hand through his hair repeatedly but when he gets really excited or angry about something he will wave his hands with big, fast, eccentric gestures.

-Volt wears eyeliner, sometimes Eddie helps him put it on.

-Eddie is very talented at most things he does, fixing, building, mixing drinks (he can even do some tricks with shakers), and there's a plethora of odd things he's picked up throughout the years. However this makes him get pretty frustrated when things don't work out the first couple times he attempts something. While not the main reason, this is part of why he was so frustrated and irritable during most of his main plot. Volt sometimes has to remind him that it's okay to not have everything figured out immediately, or pull him from his work if he's starting to stress out or exhaust himself too much.

-On the topic of pulling Eddie from his work, that is a feat. Volt full well knows he can't just ask Eddie to take a break, usually he has to either ask him to do something easier as a favor, or blame the break on himself.

"Oh Eddie, I know your in the middle of something but could you wipe the bar down? I have no time before we open."

"Eddieeeee, I have no one to watch the new season of Cougar vs Cougar with! Would you take a break to and come watch it with me? Please! Just for a little bit! Just one episode!" (They got through like 2 1/2 before Eddie passed tf out)

-Oh yeah, Volt loves reality TV and Eddie pretends to not be at least a little invested.

-Eddie can draw. Volt cannot. Volt is very jealous of Eddie in this regard.

-Infodumpingggggggg. They infodump to one another without even realizing it, it is so much of how they communicate. They will ramble and bounce ideas off each other, mostly about the club but about other stuff too.

-On the flip side. They can also communicate by saying pretty much nothing, just through brief glances. I think it would partly be because they are literally split from the same thing but it's more in that way when you widen your eyes slightly at your bestie and that equates to like a full paragraph of text.

-Eddie is short af, Volt is tall af.

-Volt makes fun of Eddie for being short

-Like seriously ya know that audio that's like "I know we don't always see eye to eye" "that because your too short to do so"

-Eddie will get revenge. He can kick/punch really hard but he can also come up with some other very clever ways of revenge. Do not mess with the guy who has access to the tools.

-Neither of them really like just hard liquor. Volt likes sweeter drinks and Eddie likes quality craft beers. If either sees the other drinking something like scotch/whiskey they can usually assume somethings wrong.

-Volt has sooooo many ideas for the club, several of which are not exactly... possible. Eddie has to be the one to break the news to him that No Volt we can't break down the retaining wall of the bar and turn it into an inanimal fish tank. Why? Because without it the roof would collapse!

-Volt's love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation

-Eddie's love language is acts of service.

-Going deeper into that, Volt loves physical touch, as previously mentioned. Eddie however does not. But they make it work, Eddie can tell when Volt needs a hug or just to have someone next to him, Volt can tell when Eddie is getting overstimulated or just needs space.

-They both have their ears pierced. Volt did it for both of them.

-Eddie actually quite likes talking to people, I mean he's definitely tended the bar at some point, he just doesn't like talking to annoying people. He's sarcastic and his humor is a bit deadpan and he's more reserved, but he 100% can be very funny and hold conversations very well with patrons and even better with friends.

-That being said, bro does not chat while he works on maintenance. If anyone, including Volt, is working with him, he isn't saying shit unless its telling them what to do, or looking over their work. If someones lucky they get a "Good job."

-Neither have ever been a fan of the dark, but they especially would not be after the black out.

-They both hate silence, I mean they work in a night club, at this point it just feels unnatural.

-Kinda already mentioned this but Volt gets quiet angry and Eddie gets loud angry. If Volt goes silent, you know you fucked up. On the opposite end, it will sometimes be assumed that Eddie is mad because he's being quiet but that just how he is, if Eddie actually is properly yelling you know he's upset.

-Nerve damage babyyyyyy. It is all up Eddie's arms, contributes to why he's not super touchy because his arms get that awful pulling, itchy, pain when something touches them.

-Volt can get some nasty fatigue. The electricity fluctuates? Bro is immediately drained, head rush, migraine, the whole shabang.

-Not really headcanon but neither of them are good at admitting they need help or at accepting it when its offered.

-They both know each others triggers tho, and make sure to tell the other to rest when they need to. Neither take their own advice.

-Eddie hyperfocuses like crazy. If he sits down with his tools, something to fix and no one around he will not move from that spot for hours.

-Volt is always jumping from project to project, person to person, never slowing down. There's a lot to do in the breaker box and he is more than happy to juggle all of it.

-Both of them forget to sleep because of these facts. and eat (do they eat?). and talk to other things. and talk to each other. and-

-They would be cat people. Volt has definitely brought up getting an inanimal from Mateo but Eddie is always hesitant (even though he would 100% end up loving it to bits if they got one)

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Ya'll I think I'm a loser. Instead of being out on a night off I am sitting in my bedroom writing headcanons about an actual breaker box in a dating sim that I'm not even attracted to, I just think their silly. What is my life T-T

[robinvomit]

[ excuse me? ] + not rated, but uses the term tits.

it had been a day. one of those soul sucking, head throbbing, everything has gone wrong, need a voluntary coma kind of days. the kind of day where even breathing felt like too much effort, like you may just give out with every inhale. somewhere in the middle of trying to survive it, through the missed bus, the passive aggressive emails, shitty customers, spilled coffee, that one unavoidable puddle, the weird guy on the street who definitely called you something that classified as a slur - you made a very important, life changing decision:

you were going to bury your face in kon's absurdly perfect chest and simply cease to exist for a while. pretend the day never happened. pretend the world around didn't even matter.

by the time you reach the compound, still half vibrating with rage and not an ounce of willpower left in your body, you don't even register the ability to hesitate.

you find him in the rec room, slouched back on the couch, watching some ridiculous sitcom rerun. he doesn't register you being in the room until you're in front of him, glaring like his comfortable existence has offended you as a whole, just by breathing.

"hey-" kon starts, brows drawing together in that effortlessly confused, pretty boy way of his. it makes the rage boil hotter in your veins and you can't even name why. maybe it's because he looked so.. laid back. like the world didn't even register to him. you knew that wasn't true, but he'd always been good at hiding things.

you cut him off with a sigh that sounds like it came from the depths of your fucking soul before shaking your head. "no. don't talk. i don't want to hear your voice. please."

"…okay..?"

you could hear the breathed out "hurtful" that followed but you didn't acknowledge it.

"i need to," you say, voice heavy, dramatic, annoyed beyond belief, as you nudge his knees apart to step between them and jab a finger a bit hard into his pec like it personally owes you the comfort, "drown in your tits."

he blinks a few times like he's processing each word separately while also still taking in the fact you just pushed yourself between his legs like you belonged there. his lips parted for a second before any words came out; "..excuse me?"

your hand just flattens against his chest before curling a bit. you lean closer to him, fingers pressing into all that ridiculous, infuriating, shirt straining muscle that has you almost at a complete loss. "kon. i'm not kidding. i need to go full face first into your chest. like. suffocate. just for a little while. it'll heal me. restore the part of my fucking soul that's somewhere out in the city."

kon stares at you, and you stare back.

he opens his mouth again, probably to make a joke because it's kon and he can't help himself, but you glare, and the joke dies in his throat. he clears his throat, shifting a bit. "are you.. okay?" he asks instead, voice a bit softer.

you shake your head again, lip beginning to wobble. "i'm exhausted. i'm gross. i am a burnt out, emotionally flammable gremlin that hasn't eaten. i slept like shit, started my day with tim in my ear and you are warm, and soft, and strong, and *superboy*- look, are you gonna let me smother myself in your man tits or not?"

"…i mean," kon says after a second, the tips of his ears turning pink. "i'm not gonna say no, but like… there are couches.. and blankets.. pretty sure there's some plushies.. and words we could use to-"

you're already crawling into his lap, ignoring the other suggestions. "oh, okay, no then-" he muses, letting you make yourself comfortable.

"shhh," you mumble, cheek pressing directly against his left pec. your arms circle around his waist with the kind of desperation people have when their boyfriend is the only good person seemingly left on the planet. "you talk too much. just flex. for my spirit. because you love me and any other time you'd be showing off anyway."

he lets out a stunned breath that may or may not be a laugh, you aren't sure, his arms instinctively settling around you as you settle against him like a weighted blanket with trauma and tears threatening to form. "you're so weird." he sighs, patting your lower back.

"mmhmm," you hum into his chest. "but your chest is doing god's work right now, so whose fault is that, really?"

kon just squeezes you a little tighter as you shift, nosing against the center of his chest. "you're lucky i like you."

"i'm lucky you're built like a superhero and mine and always so stupidly warm and soft."

"i mean, i.. kinda am but that's not the point." he mumbles, more to himself, just sinking further into the couch.

you stay like that; for how long, you don't know, just melting into him, drowning in the safe, steady rise and fall of his chest, letting yourself disappear for a minute into someone who holds you like you're worth something.

"better?" he asks after a little while, nudging his cheek against the top of your head. he doesn't say what he's thinking. how small you are like this, not weak, just vulnerable and human. how you've never let yourself be seen like this in front of the others.

you just nod, attempting to squeeze closer to him, like you're trying to fuse with him for the sake of comfort.

[cantstoptheimagines]

All Tied Up (Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Usopp | One Piece)

Series Masterlist

Summary — Luffy’s dream of tying you to the main mast comes to fruition. Zoro and Usopp join the fun.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Another pirate smut for the collection (rough foursome; free use (human fleshlight vibes at certain points); exhibitionism (fucking on deck but no one’s around to see); oral (female receiving); penetration (vaginal); overstimulation; bondage; hair-pulling; fingering and pussy slapping; creampies and facials; spanking; degradation and name-calling; biting and licking).

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,283. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

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Uncontrollable pants filled your ear at the sound of skin on skin echoed in the air. Zoro’s heavy balls slapped your clit with every thrust of his hips, sinking his aching cock deep into your entrance over and over. His efforts were made simply by your position.

It was one Luffy had pleaded to see you in for weeks. In the middle of his ship’s deck, you’re bent over a wine barrel, hips digging into the wood while your legs and feet dangle weakly. Incapable of touching the wooden deck, they swung back and forth with every harsh thrust against your backside. Yours arms have been stretched out in front of you, all so your wrists could be tied to the main mast of the Sunny. The knot securing them there was formed with one of Luffy’s infamous pirate flags. 

The sight of you, according to your captain, was nothing short of delectable. And his description must have been somewhat accurate, given the eagerness in joining the fun both Zoro and Usopp had expressed when they had first wandered onto the deck that morning. And Luffy, being Luffy, was always happy to share. 

On your right, he grinned down at you while stroking his long, twitching cock, “Perfect day for this, isn’t it? Nice and clear, easy to focus our attention on using you.”

Your response is incoherent, muffled by the fabric of your underwear. Usopp, moaning intensely on your left, slapped his own leaking tip against your cheek, and spoke up, “Can’t say anything, huh? Keep quiet next time and maybe I won’t need to shove something in that pathetic mouth of yours.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. Had that really been why Usopp had forced your underwear into your mouth? Did he not like your moans? Were you being too loud this time—?

You let out another muffled gasp after Zoro gave a particularly rough thrust into your core. His large hands dug into the flesh of your ass as he huffed, “Give her a break, Usopp! It’s hard work, taking cum all day. We’ve gotta let her squeal at least a couple times. She’s earned it after letting us bend her over like this.”

One of his hands slapped your backside, drawing out one of those squeals he had just mentioned. Usopp didn’t have much time to think of a response before a wave of pleasure raked over his spine. His orgasm burst from the tip of his cock. Creamy, white ropes of his release splattered onto your face. His length twitched with every spurt. 

Once his release had subsided, Usopp smiled with a deep moan, “Damn, that was good. Bet you like all that cum on your pretty face, huh?”

“My turn! Ah! My—! My turn now!” demanded Luffy.

His hand fiercely stroked his own length, attempting to reach a quicker finish. One squeeze of his balls sent him over the edge. Another wave of cum sprayed onto your sweaty skin. Luffy’s fingers wove themselves into your hair as his other hand aimed his cock’s mushroom head at your face. His release mixed with Usopp’s, leaving white beads dribbling down your forehead and along your nose.

Behind you, Zoro let out an amused laugh. He yanked your hips, roughly dragging your tight entrance on and off his thick length. With his strength, it didn’t require much effort. His teeth filled out a feral grin, “Bet they’re gonna wish they came in your pussy more when they had you to themselves this morning. It’s mine now though, I’m taking it over. Look at ‘em, trying to get it back up.”

He was right. Both Luffy and Usopp were already stroking themselves back to life, desperate for more.

“Fuck!” grunted Zoro, his thrusts becoming more frantic. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Get ready, I’ve been saving this for you all day. Gonna fill up that tight womb with my cum, got it?”

He rocked you against the wine barrel, occasionally readjusting your position with a grumble whenever you got knocked out of place. The wood made your hips and pelvis ache with each of Zoro’s unyielding tugs on your body. Even now and then, you’d get a peek at your clenched toes whenever they were forced to swing forward enough. 

“Filthy little cunt, it’s always so damn tight,” he groaned, your muffled cries causing warmth to pool in his tightening abdomen. “Take it! I’m dumping everything inside, take it all! Suck in my load with your pussy, c’mon, taking my fucking cum! Oh, fuck, you little slut! Hah!”

He spread your cheeks for a better view, gritting his teeth at the sight of his cock sinking into you one last time. His balls pulsed, flush against your clit. His cum flooded your walls and painted your insides white. 

“Shit, that’s it. Take it all in there,” he muttered, slowly easing his length out of your entrance. He gripped himself with one hand and then struck the quivering head of his cock against your unused asshole. Still exposed by his other hand groping your plump flesh, your tightest entrance clenched around Zoro’s thumb when it sank inside. “Gonna ruin this one later. Need to get some energy back first.” 

He slapped your sore cheeks a few times before smearing his cum through your sensitive folds as it oozed out of your wet hole. Finally, with another few taps of his leaking cockhead, he stuffed himself back into his pants and sauntered off. 

Luffy wasted no time in taking Zoro’s place. His hips collided with your bare skin as he bottomed out inside you. His hands pressed against your lower back, forcing your spine into a deep arch as he began thrusting at a fast pace. You couldn’t help but whine through your makeshift gag.

“Zoro got you all stretched out! He’s too big for you!” he huffed angrily. “He’ll ruin you for the rest of us if he keeps stealing so many turns with your pussy. Why d’you let him do that, huh?”

“Mmph! Mmph! Mm—Mmph!” was all he got in response. Over and over, his cock sank into you, your wetness squelching out around him with each movement.

Usopp slowly stroked himself to the sight of his friend making you go cross-eyed, “That’s it, pretty thing. Enough about Zoro. You’re gonna cum on Luffy’s cock now, aren’t you?”

His words seemed to only bring Luffy closer to a release upon hearing them. You whimpered when Luffy pressed his chest against your back, restricting your movements even further. One of his hands tightly gripped onto your shoulder. Meanwhile, the other reached around your head, allowing Luffy’s large, sweaty palm to press against your forehead. He forcefully pushed your head back as he panted into your ear.

“Pretty pussy,” he muttered, only seeking the pleasure your body offered him. “My crew’s pretty, perfect pussy, all tied up. Ugh! So good, this pussy’s so good, wanna eat it.”

Still stroking himself, Usopp stepped closer, reached beneath your swaying body, and found your swollen clit, “Let me help ya out.”

“Yes, yes!” cried Luffy.

Although the feeling of Usopp attacking your clit with his fingers was almost too much for you, neither of them seemed to care. Tears welled up in your eyes while your cunt clenched around Luffy’s cock. His speed was so fast, it could be considered inhumane. He offered your pussy no relief.

Instead, he cried and huffed and whimpered into your ear upon feeling the increasing tightness of your sopping entrance. It wasn’t until Usopp struck at your aching clit, pulling your own squirting release from your cunt, that Luffy’s resolve finally broke.

He sank his length deep into your walls while his teeth suddenly dug into your temple. Rope after rope of hot cum shot into your wet cunt. All the while, Luffy’s bite shifted to your cheek and then to the side of your neck as his eyes rolled back. To anyone else, he probably looked akin to a wild animal, desperate to mark and breed its mate.

Usopp gasped, tearing his hand away from his cock before his own release could wash over him. However, he continued his assault on your overstimulated clit, grinning as you twitched and whined uncontrollably.

“What’s that?” he mocked. He then pulled your underwear out of your mouth, and chuckled, “Speak up, cutie. C’mon.”

“Please, please, ugh! Please, wait!” you cried out. A gasp fell from your lips when Luffy’s teeth released your neck, only for his tongue to repeatedly run over your sweaty skin. “Luffy, need you—hah—to slow down! Too much!”

“Almost done,” muttered Luffy, though he listened to your pleas regarding his pace, and pulled his cock out of your entrance. However, it was quickly replaced with his tongue when he knelt behind you, and said, “Still wanna eat.”

Usopp groped your ass, spreading your cheeks for Luffy, who gripped your shaking thighs. His long tongue ran over your folds once, then twice, before it sank into you.

Usopp teased your asshole, much like Zoro had done earlier when he was still on deck, while Luffy took a deep whiff of your arousal. Your captain’s mouth explored your wetness carelessly, panting and slurping. His release from just moments ago, now mixed with your own, dripped into his awaiting mouth. He let out a series of satisfied groans, sinking his nails deep into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Pussy tastes—yes—so good! Need it! Don’t squirm too much! Put it back in my mouth, c’mon, your clit! There you go! Mmph! Yes, yes!”

“Cum again,” ordered Usopp. “Cum on his tongue so I can put my dick in you already, c’mon!”

Your vision blurs as another orgasm washes over your body. You hardly realize it when Luffy gets in one last lick before he walks away with a satisfied grin, his softening cock swinging between his legs with every step. He toyed with his balls while making his way to the kitchen.

“My chance with you now, pretty thing,” muttered Usopp, disappearing from your sight to take his place behind you. “Talk to me. You still feel good?”

Every part of you lies still, your limbs weak. You’re panting uncontrollably, trying to catch your breath from your time with Luffy. You can only hum in response to his question. Quietly, Usopp laughed from behind you, and you can’t help but shudder when a warm hand runs over your spine.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, only to groan when he took a glance at your soaked folds. “Those two always fuck you up, huh? I think you can take another round though.” 

Usopp abruptly shoved into you, stretching you even further. You can’t stop a loud, surprised cry from escaping your lips. One of his hands wrapped itself in your hair while the other reached around to grasp your throat. He quickly yanks your head as far back as he can manage. Your back is arched at an almost impossible angle, not that he seemed to care.

Hunching over you, Usopp cursed and immediately set a quick, unforgiving pace with his thrusts. He resists the urge to choke you every time your throat pulses beneath his palm with a new plea for him to slow down. Instead, he leans over you enough to lick the sweat that beads on your temple. 

“Ours, ours,” he groaned. “Pussy’s ours. Wanna fill you up and leave you tied up for everyone to see. Want every ship passing by to know whose cum is dripping outta your guts.”

“Usopp, ugh!” you whined, gasping each time his hips smacked your aching backside. “Please! Can’t do it again!”

“Can’t do what, huh? Cum?” he chuckled with a deep huff. “You don’t need to worry about it—fuck, baby! I’m taking care of that for ya. Yeah, I’ll make you cum again, just as soon as I’m through with this pussy of yours, m’kay?”

Your eyes squeezed shut and you were unable to do anything but pant and whine as Usopp had his way with you. He hissed into your ear, occasionally licking your skin, as he dug his nose into your temple.

With his eyes rolled back and his teeth clenched, Usopp's hips become a blur. His thrusts are so quick, so rough, that you’re beginning to experience whiplash.

“Gonna do it, fuck!” he panted. “I’m gonna cum in this cute, little pussy! You do it with me, okay? You hear me? I’m going to make you cum!”

One hand forces your head down against the barrel while the other dives between your legs to torture your aching clit. Usopp is practically drooling with pleasure as your release finally overtakes his pulsing cock.

He slaps your clit a few times as you orgasm with a loud cry. He pounds into you harder and harder until he’s flooding your insides with his own release. With thick, white cum frothing out onto his balls, he grunts and pants into your ear, still occasionally licking your sweaty flesh.

He doesn’t pull out until his cock is soft and unable to continue with another round. Not for lack of trying, however. Usopp does his best to stroke himself back to life, slapping his throbbing tip against your twitching asshole upon spreading you open with a large palm, but it’s all to no avail.

Realizing he’s unfortunately spent, he finally gives up on stroking his overstimulated, twitching cock. He runs his fingers through your folds instead, admiring the excessive amount of cum that oozes and drips out of your used body.

“Get some rest,” he said, slapping your backside one last time. “I think Sanji’s got something special planned for you later.”

[m4rz1t0ne]

south park kids vs. braces

thinking about what south park kids would have braces once they get to middle school so far i've got: 1.) Kyle. Seems right. But also because, 2.) Cartman, but SPECIFICALLY AFTER KYLE HAS ALREADY GOTTEN THEM. When Kyle gets his braces, Cartman spends the following week(s) relentlessly teasing him for having them. He also frequently teased other kids who had them. Kyle was dreading getting them for this exact reason. Until Cartman goes to the dentist, and they tell him and his mom that he’s gonna need braces. He tries to get out of it, but alas (Actually no, he probably reluctantly stopped fighting when his mom said she’ll buy him all the ice cream he wants while he’s recovering from the pain of first getting them). Anyway he comes into school with braces, and now suddenly, he treats Kyle like his sworn brother in arms or something and he’s all “us brace faces have to stick together kahl” and Kyle is like “OH STOP IT. YOU SPENT THE LAST 3 WEEKS MAKING FUN OF ME FOR HAVING BRACES, AND NOW THAT YOU HAVE THEM, YOU’RE PULLING THIS SHIT.” and he’s like Jeez kyle i thought this was something we could connect on but i guess i was wrong . Cartman also doesn't give two shits about what foods he should avoid when he has braces and he eats them all anyway and every orthodontist appointment there's breakage. And when he finds out about retainers oh Jesus Christ. He crashes out. He also takes them out all the time, and is constantly complaining about them, and Kyles like GROSS DUDE PUT THEM BACK IN AND GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH 3.) I think Kenny needs braces, but his family can't afford them. I usually draw him with a missing front tooth but before that I think he had a tooth gap (and i frequently debate giving him back his front tooth and just drawing him with the gap HAHA). Maybe some other issues too but I don't think his teeth are that bad, and because of this when he's older and can afford them, he doesn't bother. I'm undecided on whether or not Butters would have braces. I'm leaning no. However, if he did need braces, I can see his parents grounding him over it. some stupid shit like “What did I say Butters? I said if you needed braces you were gonna be GROUNDED, Mister! But you went ahead and decided not to listen, and here we are. Do you know how much this will cost me and your mother each month for the next 3 years?” Feels in character for them to ground him over something that is completely out of his control. Also he would not be allowed to eat any of the forbidden foods and if his parents catch him they ground him for that too. Other kids who I think end up having them are Craig and maybe Tweek. Maybe Bebe too. I know Jimmy already has them so he probably has them in middle school too but I'm unaware of the specifics of that..

Feel free to add onto this with any of the other kids !!!

[monster-disaster]

I’m a total werewolf girlie, but… are you possibly planning more Bruk’x content? Needy, pining men totally do something for me, I just love you and your writing skills ms Disaster🥹❤️

We will definitely meet [alien] Bruk'x again soon, but until then, let's see how our alien is doing...

Patience be damned.

His captain is right. Patience be damned. You are not one of his kind. You are a human; warm and soft with your own customs, and he knows he has to adapt. He can do that. He can go against everything drilled into him since birth just to have you. Easy. Maybe you would find him more attractive if he would just come up to you openly and honestly about his desires instead of staring at you from afar. It shouldn’t be that hard. Their women do it all the time. They are not subtle about their wants and needs, and Bruk’x should do just the same. Easy. Simple.

He just has to go to you and-

The tall, blue alien stands up abruptly in the middle of the mess hall, chair scraping against the metal floor. The noises around him dip. The sudden movement draws the eyes of everyone around him, their gazes snapping at him in surprise and curiosity. He feels the weight of their questioning stares, but then his own eyes lock onto you across the room. You are watching him too. There is something in your expression that almost pushes him to cross the distance between you, but before his legs can obey, they betray him. The strength drains out of them, and he drops back into his seat, heavy and frustrated. The chair groans in protest beneath his bulk. The protective plates woven into his rope-like hair clink together with a muted rattle as they settle on his back.

No.

Maybe not now. The others would lose their minds.

But maybe later...

He just has to find the right moment.

[strange-little-spy]

Just had the fun thought of teaching Bucky piano. Sitting next to him, guiding his hands…a shoulder lean.

I think this calls for a blurb!!

---

He'd seen you playing the large instrument with evident skill and poise, but it looked so daunting to him. Finally, he had worked up the nerve to sit beside you when you practiced.

"Hi, Bucky." You had smiled while still flicking your fingers over the keys, carefully playing.

"Hey," he smiled shyly back, his hands tucked under his thighs. "You know..you're really good."

"Thank you!" Your nose scrunched at the compliment.

"And it looks very hard work."

"Its discipline, and memory." You rambled as you came to the middle of the song where it slowed. "But it's not that hard once you understand the system."

He listened in silence for a long moment, allowing you to finish the song, his low voice quietly humming in your ear.

As you finished, you added a flourish and looked at him.

"Tada."

"A round of applause for the mistro!" He clapped and was grinning.

"Thank you one and all."

"Hey...could- you think I could learn?" The question caught you off guard slightly. "I mean, not that song, but maybe somethin' easier?"

You snickered, but also filled with warmth, not that he was already sitting this close--

"Of course,' you smiled brightly. "I'll teach you the easiest song ever."

---

His brows were knit together in concentration as you showed him the notes one more time then he would be on his own.

"I'm swearing you to secrecy-" he pointed to you with a semi-firm expression. "No one will know I can play Mary Had A Little Lamb on the piano "

"My lips are sealed, Bucky." You grinned as you made a zipping motion. "Scouts honor."

He made you snicker again when he raised an eyebrow in mock threatening before trying to song one more time.

"Here-" you stopped him before he began again. "I've got a better idea. " you moved around to him and placed your hands over his fingers-- good lord he was warm. "I'll push your fingers down, see if that'll get it through your thick skull."

Your cheek was touching Bucky's ear as you keyed the notes, slowly and deliberately. There was something in that connection, almost as if he was feeling your heartbeat.

You finished the song and pulled back a little bit, but before you could fully step away, his hands grabbed yours and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. "I have to pay for my tutor." He rumbled as he looked at you.

Now you knee you were blushing.

"I can teach you something harder. "

"Then looks like I'll owe you more."

--

I need to draw this-

[urmomsfavoritelittleone]

Erik Campbell X Reader

Here's a chapter from my Erik one-shots Wattpad story

Let me know if anyone wants to request a chapter I can post on both Tumblr and Wattpad

Female reader X Erik

You sat on your spinning stool at your desk in your shop drawing designs for customers. You take off one of your black gloves to change the music on your phone. You grab a remote to change the LED lights that surround the roof of your shop from blue to red. You hear the door ring as it swings open.

"Y/N?"

You stay staring at your desk drawing your tattoo designs not even needing to look up to know who it is.

"Erik?"

You yell not letting your gaze fault from your drawing.

"You didn't forget about my appointment did you?"

He asks.

"Of course not. Come sit down."

You hear him sit down in the adjustable chair as it squeaks under him.

Finally, for the first time, you look up from your drawing at the messy-haired boy who is sitting in front of you. You wheel your chair over to the chair he sat in sitting inches away from him.

"So what were you looking to get done today?"

Erik sits up seemingly excited at his idea as he grips his phone in his hands.

"Well y'know, I was thinking of getting something new done."

You're eyebrow raises

"Mhm?"

"And since you've done all my other piercings I thought it would only be right to come to you for this one too."

"Just spit it out already."

"I want to get a Prince Albert."

You're eyes widen.

"Okay just so I know there isn't a miscommunication, I know some people like to make up names for piercings, you are aware a Prince Albert is located on your penis?"

"Yes, and I already did the research and shit."

"Okay. So if we're going to do this piercing I would need to take you to a closed backroom. Just for privacy reasons."

"Alright alright, I know."

Erik swings his legs around the chair standing up, and you quickly do so as well. You throw off your other black glove that you neglected to remove earlier into a bin next to your desk.

You had Erik follow you into a locked room in the back of your shop. You mess around with a bunch of keys on a Keychain attached to your belt loop before grabbing a bright pink one and unlocking the door with it.

You place the key back in your key ring and point to the chair in the middle of the room.

"You can go ahead and sit there."

Erik practically skipped over to the chair as he quickly sat down. You can't tell if it's from nerves or if he's genuinely excited.

Before you sit down you grab two more black gloves and tug them onto your hands snuggly. You grab a few items you're going to need. You take one of the alcohol pads and wipe the table before placing your needle, tube, alcohol pads, marker, and jewelry down.

You stay focused on your tools as you start to talk.

"Okay so before I do this, I am going to have to inform you of some health concerns that can come with these types of piercings, I know you said you researched but I still gotta inform you for y'know legal purposes or whatever."

"Whatever you gotta do doll."

Doll. The name made you blush. However, he couldn't tell due to the way you were sitting away from him.

"Okay so typically with these kinds of piercings since they go in your urethra, they can cause UTIs and STDs however that's a bit unlikely. If you have to go to the hospital say Micheal pierced you."

Erik laughed. You tried to lighten the mood, as you could tell how his breathing was starting to quicken as it got closer to the time to pierce him.

Erik wasn't a wuss when it came to getting pierced but he always tended to get a bit anxious right before.

You continued to talk.

"These piercings usually take 8 to 14 weeks to heal however I would wait up to 20 weeks before engaging in sexual intercourse."

You cringed at the string of words. Sexual intercourse? You and Erik were friends it wouldn't have been too weird to just say sex. However, you still tried to remain professional. Since you didn't want to get fired.

You finish your spiel of health risks that came along with the piercings. You stood up and threw away the gloves you used to set up your materials.

"Okay, so I'm going to step out and give you a bit of privacy to undress from the bottom down. You don't need to take off your pants but you're more than welcome too."

"More than welcome too? That sounds kind of weird."

"I'm required to say it shush."

"That's weird."

"Shut up."

You walk over to the door.

"Just give me two knocks when you're ready."

"Will do."

Erik gave you a thumbs-up as you walked out of the room closing the door behind you.

While he was getting ready you decided to change your sign that said Open to Closed since it was already so late. Once you were done with Eriks piercing it would be time to close shop.

You almost jump from the sound of the knocks on the door behind you. You rush over to the door slowly opening it.

"You ready?"

You try not to glance down at Erik who was now sitting back down in the chair with his pants draped over the top of the chair. His shoes are in front of him on the floor.

"I guess so."

You grab another pair of gloves tugging them onto your hands. You grab your blue marker and wheel over to the edge of the chair Erik was occupying.

You carefully grab Erik's penis opening the marker and marking a spot that he couldn't see yet.

"Is that good? Do you wanna it higher, lower?"

You place the lid back on the marker as Erik grabs his penis looking at the placement.

"It's good."

"You gettin' nervous?"

You could tell whenever Erik would get nervous during a piercing. He would only resort to the bare minimum of dialogue.

"Just a little."

You turn around to your table and grab a clear-looking tube and an 8-gauge needle.

"Okay, so this tube is just going to go in your urethra only to the point that I marked. It might be a little uncomfortable but it'll only take a second. However, tell me it hurts and we can maybe find another way to do this."

Erik slowly nods looking up at the ceiling and back down at his penis repeatedly.

You slowly put the tube in the proper place and hold the needle in your other hand.

"Do you want me to count off?"

"Y/N. You know me. When have I ever asked you to- FUCK!"

You poked the needle through his skin and are now grabbing the jewelry to put through it.

"I would recommend only using titanium jewelry for this piercing, I know we say that for all of them but since this one is in such a place that is susceptible to infection I would make extra sure that the jewelry in this one is always titanium."

You finish screwing the piercing closed and stand up to throw away your gloves.

You hear Erik chuckling behind you, which makes your heart flutter.

"Damn, you didn't even give me to think about anything."

"If you thought about it for too long you might've chickened out."

"When have I ever chickened out?"

"Well I mean you almost left my shop with one nipple piercing."

"What if that's just the look I wanted?"

"It wasn't."

You turn around to see Erik pulling up his underwear and pants over his freshly pierced penis. The sight makes your cheeks turn a shade of red.

"What? You like what you see?"

You were used to this kind of flirty nature from him.

"Erik."

"What?"

You grit your teeth.

"I still gotta be professional, you doofus."

"Oh right."

Erik winks at you as he zips up his pants and puts his shoes back on.

"So how much was this again?"

He asks.

"You know all your piercings are on the house."

"Yeah yeah."

You both walk out of the room, and you lock the door behind the both of you. And meet Erik at the front of your store.

You place your hands in your pockets as you rock back and forth on your feet.

Erik points to your now Closed sign.

"I see you're closed."

"Yeah?"

"Does that mean you still gotta be professional?"

There's a pause for a moment. Not an awkward one. More of a comedic pause.

"I guess not."

"So how about let's say we go to a movie sometime?"

You chuckle a bit.

"What are you 15? And when would be going to this movie?"

You can see a smirk start to appear on his face.

"The next time you're off soooo..."

He looks down at his invisible watch before continuing.

"Next Wednesday? Maybe 6 pm?"

"You have my schedule memorized?"

You laugh.

"Just the days you're off..so I can know when we can hang out."

"Uh-huh.."

"So whatdya' say?"

"Sure."

You give Erik a warm smile and for a second his smirk is off his face and he replaces it with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll see you then."

Erik turns around to leave.

"See you later."

Erik walks out of your shop leaving you alone.

You grab your phone and resume the music that was playing before he arrived.

You couldn't help smiling like an idiot as you cleaned your shop for the night. Because you Y/N just scored yourself a date with Erik Campbell.

[optimisticgrey]

Non-sexual intimacy prompts 😊 ♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort & ♟: Patching up a wound

👏You👏are👏treating👏me👏

Thank you (for helping me procrastinate) 🫶

Based on this ask, my all time favorite: ✨Non-sexual intimacy✨ Please send more.

Patching up a wound for Celeste and Halsin Cuddling in a blanket fort for Celeste and Gale

VP by @rdekarios and I cannot get over this picture 🫠

Patching up a wound - Celeste and Halsin

“Halsin.”

His name, spoken in that soft, coaxing tone of hers — so gentle, so quiet — nearly made him roll his eyes. Not out of frustration with her, never her, but because the battle had only just ended, and his blood still hummed with the ache of survival. His body was taut with purpose, muscles still alert and heavy with the instinct to move, to heal, to help. Rest was not yet a luxury he could afford.

“There are people in need, duckling,” he muttered, the words ground between his teeth. His wounds, while not insignificant, were nothing compared to what others had suffered. He had work to do. Lives to touch, hands to hold, pain to ease. That was his duty. That was his place.

But Celeste’s hand reached for his forearm, halting him mid-stride.

“You are bleeding, big bear,” she said, and the words were so full of concern and love, that they struck a chord he did not wish to acknowledge just yet.

“Celeste,” he sighed, torn. Not because he doubted her care, or because he wished her away, but because he feared that to yield now would mean to surrender completely. He could not lose himself in her, not yet. Not while others still cried out in pain.

“I know,” she said gently, and her smile — soft and certain — unraveled something tight in his chest. She pressed her hand more firmly against his arm, turning him ever so slightly until their eyes met. Her gaze was steady, full of that fierce tenderness that never failed to undo him.

“Please, allow me to take care of you. You are wounded—”

“— As are others,” he interrupted.

“And bleeding into the tunic I just washed for you,” she added with a raised brow and the barest hint of mischief.

That earned her a low, reluctant chuckle from him. He sighed again — he was doing that a lot around her lately — and folded slightly under the warmth of her presence.

“If I let you tend to me,” he said, “will you leave me be afterwards?”

Her grin curled at the edges, playful and knowing.

“Just a moment,” she said. “A moment of care, that’s all I ask.”

He shook his head with fond exasperation. “You promise to let me return to my duties?”

She huffed, folding her arms, but that grin remained. “If there’s a kiss between your duty and mine, then yes.”

Halsin couldn’t help himself. He reached up, cupping her cheek with a blood-smeared hand — unintentionally marking her — and leaned in. Their lips met, gentle and unrushed. She smiled against his mouth and leaned into him carefully, mindful of his wounds, her arms wrapping lightly around his waist.

The sigh she gave was worth more than sunlight through the canopy or spring after a long winter. He felt his body slowly begin to yield to her, to the moment, to her presence. The storm of battle receded just a little in her arms.

“Thank you,” she whispered, drawing back just enough to guide him down to sit on a nearby log. Halsin sank onto it with a groan, not of pain, but of surrender.

His body suddenly remembered its wounds. The ache flared, exhaustion rising in his bones like tidewater.

Celeste’s hands were already at the straps of his armor, deft and practiced. Her touch was efficient, gentle, reverent. She kissed his temple and passed him a waterskin, which he accepted without protest.

“Thank you,” he murmured, taking a long drink.

“It’s alright, my heart,” she replied in Elven, brushing his sweat-damp hair back from his forehead. Her touch, her voice, it rooted him. His eyes drifted shut as he leaned into her hand, forehead pressing softly against her belly.

She stepped in closer, cradling his head to her middle. Bowing slightly, she pressed a kiss to the top of his head. For a long moment, she simply held him like that. Tike earth holding root. And he let her.

He wrapped one arm around her waist, grounding himself in her warmth. In the bond they shared. The certainty of it. The love, unspoken but steady, that had taken root between them.

Then came the pain — a sharp lance shooting up his arm and into his shoulder. He flinched and pulled back, glancing down.

The gash in his arm was deep and bleeding freely.

Celeste only smiled. Kissed his brow again, and without a word, knelt beside him. From somewhere — a pocket, the air, a spell? — she summoned a clean sponge and began to wash the wound with the same care she showed when gathering herbs: precise, respectful, unhurried.

Their eyes met briefly.

He found her smile there, soft and sure.

And for the first time since the fighting had ended, he felt himself begin to breathe.

Cuddling in a blanket fort for Celeste and Gale

Gale took the stairs two at a time, his stride invigorated by the long-awaited reprieve from the day’s endless obligations. The summit had been fruitful—if one measured such things in carefully worded agreements and lukewarm promises—but his thoughts had drifted more often than he would admit. To her. Always to her.

Theoretically, Celeste might have attended. She was more than welcome, even expected in certain circles by now. But, as ever, her wisdom surpassed his. She had simply smiled and excused herself from the affair, murmuring something about needing the evening, needing stillness. Gale hadn’t questioned it. He rarely did anymore. When Celeste needed solitude, she meant it.

The moment he stepped over the threshold of their tower, the familiar scent of lavender and ink greeted him—hers. It wound around him like an embrace, and his shoulders dropped in unconscious relief.

Boots abandoned, robe carelessly discarded across the banister, Gale made his way to the kitchen, retrieving a bottle of wine and two glasses with the practiced ease of a man who intended to make amends for his absence, however minor.

He fully expected to find her in the garden, curled in the hammock with a book and a summoned light dancing across the page. It was her favored ritual when alone: feet bare (as always), shoulders relaxed, her mind someplace far from politics and prophecy.

But she wasn’t there.

Nor was she in her study, not in her chair by the fire, not at her desk with quill in hand. His brow furrowed with mild curiosity, not concern. Not yet.

“Celeste?” he called, already halfway up the stairs again.

“Library!” came her voice, clear and untroubled.

Relief bloomed, and Gale allowed himself a quiet smile. He took the remaining stairs in strides, pausing only to knock politely—pure habit—before entering. He never waited for a response. She rarely minded.

What he found within the library, however, was not the Celeste he expected.

She had removed every cushion from the chaise and floor pillows from various corners of the room, gathering them in a great haphazard pile. A bedsheet floated above, corners suspended by mage hand, the interior illuminated by the delicate shimmer of dancing lights that glowed softly through the thin fabric.

Celeste was nestled underneath, sprawled on her stomach like some star-blessed scholar in exile. Book splayed open before her, a steaming cup of tea within reach, quill abandoned nearby.

Gale laughed, genuinely, helplessly delighted. “My love.”

“You’re early,” she replied, as if that were the only notable part of this entire tableau.

He set the wine and glasses on a nearby table and dropped to his knees without pretense, leaning in to kiss her. Her lips met his with a slow-burning warmth, and to his mild surprise, it carried the unmistakable pull of longing — soft, certain, yet unmistakable.

“You’re reading smut again, aren’t you?” he murmured against her mouth, brushing an errant strand of hair from her cheek with a tenderness that came so easily now. “For Wyll?”

“I am. The pile is still excruciatingly high,” she sighed, flopping onto her back in theatrical dismay, “and I want him to have a good selection when they return from Avernus. But unfortunately, this one lacks nuance.”

“Odd,” he teased, inspecting the kiss-warmed flush to her cheeks. “You didn’t seem entirely unimpressed.”

Celeste sat up, cross-legged now, and met his gaze with a warmth so radiant it knocked the breath from his lungs.

“Well, dear Archwizard,” she said in that voice he adored—mischief lined with affection, wit edged in devotion—“it has come to my attention that my dear husband spends far too much time away from home. I was, once again, left to suffer the unbearable fate of solitude.”

“A tragedy,” Gale said solemnly, lifting the sheet and crawling into her little sanctuary. She welcomed him at once, curling into his arms like a melody finding its harmony. Her lips pressed against his throat, slow and unhurried.

“Unfathomably cruel,” she agreed.

“You’ve certainly made the best of your dire fate,” he murmured, casting a glance around their makeshift tent. “Is this… a blanket fort?”

“A woman must do what she must,” Celeste replied, rubbing her nose gently against his beard.

Gale chuckled into her hair, brushing his lips against her temple. “Did you bring wine?”

“I was hoping you would,” she said, grinning.

He tilted his head and smirked. “Then it seems—despite my monstrous absences—I’ve done at least one thing right this evening.”

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

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I'm honestly embarrassed by the amount of effort I'm putting into this. But in my opinion, we're down to the ultimate battle, and I gotta pull out the big guns. (Kinda like ford here)

A lot of young fords ramblings were inspired by stuff people said in discord. I paraphrased a lot of it from @curiouscatastrophe

So far, Ford has been in the dark as to who the Father would be. He's going to confront bill in the next one.

Cipher says: VOTE FORD - YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT.

[satsuha]

ema's standard for prosecutors...

i like the original version of this dialogue because she says she doesn't like klavier because he's "jarajara" (sfx for jangling/clinking) because of his chains and not "hirahira" (sfx for fluttering), an obvious reference to edgeworth's cravat but i like to think it refers to lana's scarf too

[bixels]

tarpit site.

[monofazz]

"I hate Starscream," I lie, as I consistently draw him for the past 8 months

[rystiel]

well that’s one way to come out i guess

[sturgeonz]

Guys he lives in there (click for better quality PLEEASS)

[doctorsiren]

Art of Patroclus wearing Achilles’s armour that I did while writing an essay for my Greek and Roman Lit class last week