#grumpy answers

[bloatedandalone04]

Im in a need for more episodes of the "The way I need you" serie. It became a craving, your writing IS SO GODDAMN GOOD.

Plz plz plz plz, feed us 🙏

thank you so much ! i miss writing this series and i still love it so much, but it is on hold at the moment...

but...

how about a little 200 word teaser ? 👀

“Are you going to get good news or bad news today?” you asked as Clay led you into the hospital where Jack worked. “Because if it’s the second one, I’d rather wait out here.”

Clay shook his head with a smile, keeping his hands to himself as you walked towards the nurses station alongside him. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “It’s just a checkup.”

You looked like you were about to say something else just as Clay was about to ask for Jack, when the man himself called out to him, “Mr. Beresford,” he greeted, a charming smile on his face as he stepped out into the main area of the hospital. 

“Jack,” Clay greeted back, stepping away from the desk as he moved towards his friend with you trailing behind him. “It’s a pleasure, as always.” 

“Is it?” Jack teased, shaking Clay’s hand before giving his elbow a gentle squeeze. “I’d rather not see you in my place of work considering what my job is, but it’s good to see you nonetheless.”

Clay grinned, and when Jack looked over at you with curious yet friendly eyes, Clay’s smile grew even more. “Jack, this is Y/n,” he said and slid his arm around your waist. He didn’t care if Jack knew about you, he knew he’d never let it get back to his mother before he was ready to tell her himself. 

And he didn’t want to hide you. 

“She’s my girlfriend,”

[shurisneakers]

cold hands in warm hands + hand kisses with my beloved bucky

Warnings: swearing, snow??

A/N: I see that you all like those grumpy x grumpy assholes. well here have some more of them

All it takes is one bad decision, and now the two of you are stuck in what has to be a walk-in freezer. Or maybe Siberia. Either way, it’s cold enough to regret every choice you’ve made today.

"You're not getting my jacket."

"Don't need it."

"Glasses are mine too."

"Don't need that either "

"Not givi--"

"I don't need your stuff," Bucky interrupts, rubbing a hand over his face. "I'm fine."

You’re too cold to argue, so instead, you stomp off to the corner of the freezer to rummage through empty boxes, hoping to find something remotely helpful. Nothing. Just the sound of Bucky’s boots crunching in the snow behind you, breathing down your neck like some clingy demon.

"You’re really looking for gloves?" he deadpans.

"Some of us don’t come with central heating."

He leans against the wall, arms crossed, looking like he’s impervious to the cold. Like this whole thing is a minor inconvenience and not, you know, a potential frostbite situation.

You don't respond, pulling out tins and empty boxes but nothing that can help warm your freezing fingers.

"Give me your hands," he mumbles.

"Get your own."

"You're gonna get frostbite."

"Promise?"

His eye twitches.

Half an hour later, you've turned away from him to hide the fact that you're blowing into your hands for any semblance of warmth.

"Just give me your hands," he sighs, clearly at the end of his patience.

"I’m fine," you grit out.

"You’re an idiot," he says instantly.

You send him the middle finger.

"Gonna be hard to flip me off once your fingers snap off."

You glare at him as he thrusts his flesh hand toward you, clearly daring you to refuse.

Reluctantly, you slap your hands into his, grumbling under your breath the whole time.

"Christ, your hands are fuckin' ice."

"Who's asking you to hold onto them," you snap, trying to tug them away.

"Quit movin'," he mumbles, tightening his grip. "I just said they were cold, nothing else."

Bucky's a space heater in human form. His hand radiates heat, almost immediately warming your fingers. You hate how good it feels. The additional heat the annoyance he provides you with also helps.

"Where'd the metal one go?"

"It's metal," he replies, tone flat. "What d'you think happens to metal in the cold?"

You narrow your eyes at him. "Pipe down, Mr Science. You're so fuckin' bitchy."

"Shut up," he groans, "Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking for."

Still, he stays where he is. The warmth from his hand is enough to have you regain feeling in your fingers, the sting of thawing making you wince.

"Give it," you demand after a moment.

"What."

You pry one hand loose of his, holding it out expectantly, sending an eyebrow at his metal hand that hung loose over his knee.

"What, one's not enough for you?" he evades.

"It's only fair," you argue.

"Fair? You think this is a democracy?"

"It's called paying it forward, asshole," you retort. "I'm not gonna let your one hand stay cold."

"No."

"It's so funny that you say that, because I don't remember asking."

"You’re cold enough as it is. It’d freeze your hands solid in seconds."

"Good to know you’re selectively useful," you mutter, but your voice is quieter now.

The two of you stare at each other, deadlocked, frost gathering in the air between you.

You pull your hands back.

"Christ alive, what are you? Six?"

"Either both hands are getting warm or neither are," you declare. "Cry about it. You've got both hands free to wipe your tears."

He sighs irritatedly.

You both sit in the cold, arms crossed over your chests.

"Give me your hands," he says, voice low.

"You first."

Finally, with a muttered curse, Bucky thrusts his metal hand at you. "Happy now?"

You clasp both his hands, and the two of you sit in sulky silence as the warmth slowly spreads.

You glance at him after a moment. "We look like we’re auditioning for Les Misérables."

He huffs a laugh, his breath freezing in the air.

Bucky lifts the arm holding his metal hand, and presses a kiss to your open palm, lingering for a second, before letting it down again.

"You argue too damn much," he mumbles.

The tips of your ears feel warm, and you don't think it's from the cold.

You roll your eyes, "You're the one who threw a hissy fit."

Either way, you shuffle closer to him as you wait for someone to come pick you both up.

[rakiah]

TWST ask!

Is lady Ruggie taller than Ruggie sir? Since, female hyenas are, larger than males.

OF COURSE 🩷

[myokk]

As she continued to stare, the deep reds starting to show their colors more clearly as the sun rose - there, underneath the massive bouquet, was a smaller sprig of small, light-pink-almost-white flowers. The deep greens of their leaves made the pale petals stand out even more, and Eloise found herself reaching out once again. As her fingers grasped the stems, a thorn seemed to reach out and prick her finger. She watched as blood bubbled to the surface of her finger and a huge drop fell on the tiny piece of paper tied to the flowers. She hadn't seen it until then; curious, she grabbed it and opened it. The huge smile spreading across her face and the deep flush of her cheeks as her eyes drank in the words couldn't be helped.

Eloise would recognize his beautiful, tiny, neat handwriting anywhere. Her fingers traced the words as she read them once, twice, three times...

Of all the flowers, me thinks a (Wild) Rose is best.

Sebastian doing his research (bc he knows she loves muggle literature) and quoting Shakespeare to her😌

From the latest chapter of my fic🫶

[hitwiththefandomz]

I love imagining your BENT turtles after finding out Donnie's ages.

On one hand, Leo would be whining to Donnie about Raph and Mikey being mean to him, since Donnie is technically the oldest.

On the other hand, Raph treats Donnie like the baby and like he's still tiny, because in his mind he is, and yells at anyone that so much as looks at him wrong.

And Mikey just watches it all in mild amusement.

Their dynamic is definitely a fun one! Totally agree that after talking about ages they would all change how they interact with each other a bit

Also the B.E.N.T turtles are not mine - they’re owned by @butterfilledpockets and I just doodle them because I love the AU ε-(´∀｀; )

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Could you please write something that is spicy and fluffy? I adore your writing!

“So…” the hero purred. They scratched three perfect lines into the villain’s forearm, their lips close to the villain’s ear. “…when are you going to regret having kidnapped me?”

The villain squeezed their eyes shut and waved with their hand, as if to shoo the hero again.

“I didn’t know you’d be this annoying, that’s for sure,” they said. They stared back at their phone and continued with the scrolling.

“You can also let me go…” the hero suggested. They grabbed the villain’s forearm and squeezed until the villain was staring at them. “…I mean, it’s kind of a waste of my talents. To sit here. Do nothing.”

“You’re always welcome to watch TV,” the villain said.

“That’s not exactly what I want.” They let their gaze crawl down the villain. “You know, you brought me here so, technically, you’re responsible for entertaining me.”

“Is that so?” They let their eyes drop to their phone again.

“Yeah. I get bored easily.”

“I can tell.”

“Come on. Let’s spar.”

“Not right now,” the villain said.

“Then tell me what you did today.”

“Burned down an orphanage and ran over three cute puppies,” the villain answered bluntly.

“You’re not funny.” The hero stopped leaning over the villain and stood up fully. They crossed their arms in front of their chest, their eyes narrowing.

It had been over a week and the hero was beginning to feel like this was getting somewhat ridiculous. On day one, they had tried to punch through the walls. On day two, they had used their powers. On day three, they had started questioning the villain.

To no avail - the villain wasn’t talking. Attacking the villain wasn’t going to lead anywhere, so, the hero was trying everything they could to get some information out of their nemesis.

Why on earth were they stuck in an apartment that was certainly not the villain’s with the villain coming and going whenever they pleased?

What was going on?

The hero took the villain’s phone.

“There’s no SIM card in there,” the villain said. They looked unimpressed. “In case you were planning on contacting anyone.”

“Talk to me, baby,” the hero said suddenly. They put the phone aside and sat down on the villain’s lap. Their hands found the villain’s neck easily and although their nemesis tried to look annoyed, they didn’t push the hero away. “Talk to me. Don’t be shy.”

“You’re really testing my limits here,” the villain whispered.

“Is that so?” The hero leaned forward and they could see how very quickly, the villain started to look very shy. The hero loved it when the villain let their guard down in front of them. It was very sweet, very rare too. They were so grumpy and mysterious all the time. It was lovely. “I just want a few answers, pet.”

“What do you want to know?” The villain put their hands on the hero’s lower back, but rolled with their eyes at the same time.

“Why am I here?” Their gaze dropped to the villain’s lips.

“Because I kidnapped you.” Still no answers, then.

“Do you want me all to yourself, is that it?” the hero asked. They let their thumb follow the curve of the villain’s bottom lip. God, for how long had they been tiptoeing around each other?

It was probably a year by now.

Their other hand played with the hem of the villain’s shirt and their knuckles brushed against their enemy’s naked abs accidentally.

The villain took in a deep breath.

“I mean, I’m not complaining, you’re so very good to me. But there’s a lot of helpless civilians out there that need my help.”

“Do you think I care about civilians?” The villain asked. They leaned their head back against the armchair.

“No, but I think your greed should be a bit obvious to them. After all, civilians don’t like sharing their heroes with villains,” the hero said. “And you know what happens when the people get upset…”

Admittedly, they were getting greedy themselves. They wanted their nemesis. They really did. Maybe more than getting answers.

They kissed their jaw. Was the villain a good lover? Were they passionate? Or shy?

“Damn you,” the villain whispered.

The hero let their fingers go over the other’s stomach, exploring carefully. Whenever they could feel scar tissue, they took their time to follow it.

“What?” They kissed the villain’s temple next. Then their cheekbone. They exchanged looks, both clearly longing for the enemy.

This was only happening once. The hero couldn’t allow themselves to do this regularly.

“Is it a possessive thing?”

The villain let out a pained sigh. Their fingers dug into the hero’s lower back softly.

“It’s a a-lot-of-people-want-to-kill-you-thing,” they said, defeated almost. They looked away.

“Aww, you care about me.” Their gaze jumped back to the hero. Both of them were aware how much the villain was blushing.

“I don’t. Now, kiss me properly.”

“Say please,” the hero said.

“Kiss me, please.”

“There we go.” The hero leaned in and realised quickly that this was definitely not happening only once.

[markscherz]

what's your LEAST favourite herptile? the stupidest frog? the ugliest lizard? no, not either of those. so which one is it?

it's actually the very word 'herptile'. It's like saying 'birdosaurs'.

I'm guessing it stems from people wanting to expand 'herp' out into a longer word that is a noun for the animals we study as herpetologists or are interested in as 'herpers'. But that doesn't really exist. So we get this weird portmanteau of herp and reptile, apparently forgetting the amphibians. Reptibian or Amphibitiles would be better portmanteaus if we actually wanted a reasonable word representing both groups.

[askthehedgehogs]

beeeee whoooo yoouuuuu arrrreeeee!!!! it's pride month you gay ass hedgehogs let's celebrate!

*throws rainbow glitter everywhere*

Not this time.

[trustymikh]

Have you done a full body drawing of Cacao? I think you'd draw his clothes really well

nope! I haven't drawn Cacao much, let alne ful body, since it's just too much effort. I really like his ascended outfit, but little beats that really cool furred cape he has in alternative skins, so I kind of mixed stuff together

[dragqueenstarscream]

What would TFA Ratchet be into in terms of kinks/fetishes?

ohohohoHO, time to give this grouchy old bastard some love!

- switch, leaning towards being a top. he likes being in control to help relieve stress at the end of the day, but also, he knows damn well what he's doing and enjoys showing his partner the ropes. if he's gonna bottom, he'll be crotchety and embarrassed about it, but be patient with him and he'll be putty in your hands.

- surprisingly, no medical kink. he takes his job too seriously for that, and the trauma of his time as a battlefield medic isn't something he wants to remember during interface. what he DOES have is a raging daddy kink. dress cutesy for him and call him daddy, and you might see steam rising from his chassis. he might even bust out pet names, if he's really getting into it.

- along with the daddy kink, he's into brat taming/orgasm denial. he enjoys a partner who pushes his buttons, because then, he gets to punish them in delightfully kinky ways. the same skilled hands which protect you from danger and heal your injuries can also spank you until your ass turns red, or bring you closer and closer to overload before taking it away from you, because that's your punishment for being a brat. you've gotta be good to deserve an overload.

- now, if you're gonna play with his valve, you've gotta give him some grace. he's old, he doesn't have as much stamina as he used to in the days before the war. he really does enjoy it, but only with partner who understands his needs and doesn't get mad at him for not being as spunky as he used to be.

- SIT ON HIS FACE. this bot has eaten more than a few valves in his long lifetime. if you call his skills into question, he'll get back at you by wrapping your thighs around his helm and showing you what a determined old bot is capable of.

[yingxtkm]

I'm so happy for your milestone!!! Your art is so expressive and I always get choked up whenever I see it. You've more than earned it!

If I could request a Sephgeal hug?? They're so cute

Local grump rejects hug from his soon to be future bestie :^))) Thank you for your support <333 Honestly, I probably wouldn’t be as active here on tumblr if not for you and the rest of the FFVII community fueling my sad wet cat pre nibel Seph brain rot. Fingers crossed that I gain the courage to chat more/post non art related stuff in the future I guess :’))

Hey look I remembered to slap on a watermark for once haha- and also why is the image quality so BAD AJSKFHDJSDS

[bloatedandalone04]

I NEED DREW SMUT. I BEG

how about festive drew smut ?

[soulaires]

hiii can I request for grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji hcs plz I love that man so much 😩 and that trope is such a 🤌

also can I be 🪸anon?!?!?!

THAT’S MY BABY

pairings: grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji kishimoto.

warnings: absolutely shitty pick up lines and horrible attempt at flirting. also sexual innuendos lol

summary: kenji and his intimidating gf

notes: I need this man so bad I’m not even joking. Also yes you can be my coral anon 🫶(you guys can claim any emoji you guys wishes) also kenji is orange while you are purple.

you absolutely hated kenji when you first met him.

he was obnoxiously loud, very annoying, doesn’t read the room, and sarcastic. way too sarcastic.

although his little sarcasm comments really can make you break a character

while you hated him at first sight, you absolutely caught his attention when you arrived at omega point.

he was stars truck that he mad it a goal to impress you, to notice him and maybe, maybe you can possibly like him back.

when in training, he’s really trying so hard to impress you

you noticed him once with a comment saying “nice work, kishimoto.” and he absolutely froze at that moment

he had it imprinted on his mind, treasure the moment on his heart, and blush at the moment every time he remembers it.

he actually like the way you played hard to get, or at least that were you doing instead of genuinely hating his ass

he says random pickup line at you.

and will always try to insert his flirty comments.

are you a map? ‘cause I just got lost in your eyes, princess.

hey, I think I have a low iron cause every time I get up too fast I always end up falling for you.

no pen, no paper…but you still draw my attention.

the sunflowers would mistake you for the sun, all turning to look at you.

hey, what’s the month date today again?

It’s may now. may I finally be yours?

hey, Princess. Do you know the word of the day?

the what???

word of the day. it’s ‘legs’ so, why don’t we go home and spread the word?

no pickup lines today?

nah, don’t have any pick up lines cause I’m not tryna be picked up I’m trynna be pinned down. he smirks

It’s stupid, really.

but sometimes you find yourself blushing and a small smile coming at your lips

and of course, it won’t get unnoticed by him. he always feel proud at himself and a smug smirk is displaying his face

and, you sometimes tease him by flirting back.

“hey, how’s my favorite girl doing?” Kenji said as he enters the gym.

“your favorite girl is doing okay. how about her favorite boy, hmm?” you replied, as your eyes are still focused on the lifts. With the lack of reply, you look at him and there he was, standing frozenly as his cheeks painted tomato red.

“that was smooth.” He finally said after a solid minutes.

“wanna see if my lips are too?” you replied with a smirk.

—

“Watch out, sweetheart. You kinda sound like you’re flirting when we argue.” Kenji suddenly said as you guys argue over something stupid, again. You only roll your eyes as a response that make him chuckle.

“Whoa, watch at that attitude, princess, yeah?” he said after he whistled.

“attitude isn’t the only reason my eyes roll back.” you countered with a smirk, staring directly at his eyes.

—

“relationship are 50/50, you are a catch, so am I.”

“yeah right, a relationship is 50/50 you give me your last name while I scream your first.”

“WOAHH!?”

when you finally smile at him openly he gets caught off guard like

wow??? you are so beautiful??

He still continues to win you over even when he already has!

he calls you sunshine ironically because you are actually just the grumpy black cat gf

I don’t need protection.

yeah, believe me she doesn’t .

he calls you sweetheart, princess, pretty girl, baby and ma’am

you who glares while kenji just grins

he loves the way you laughed at his stupid jokes

you are laughing. I told a joke and you are laughing. I LOVE YOU.

kenji who looks at you first when he makes sarcastic comments / jokes to see if you are laughing.

My girl not allowed to watch IT cause i'm the only clown she needs in her life

LOVES LOVES the way you glare at everyone but smiles only at him.

like he is your only exception make him wanna just marry you right there

gets jealous when you suddenly a lot less grumpy in warners presence

he scrutinizing the fuck out of him FOR REAL

he will never admit that he's jealous of warner for his pride and ego cus he know warner only doing it to get on too him

but he will pout and will sass you

he will play pranks on someone who flirt with you using his ability to be invisible

It really gets handy

anddd aaron warner is always the victim of it

I mean yes, Warner can sense him BUT not when someone is really keeping him distracted

EHEM juliette EHEM

can't keep his laugh whenever warner come out annoyed at him bc of the pranks

“Remind me again, what did you even like about kishimoto?” Warner asks while kenji just huffed.

you, who is reading a book blatantly says without looking up, “his personality.” you feel someone’s pair of eyes on you

Warner raised his eyebrows, surprised. “Really now?”

“Fuck you mean by that?” Kenji interpreted while warner look at him with disgust on his eyes.

“yeah, i was surprised too.” you replied which cause your boyfriend to gasp dramatically and warner who chuckled.

Kenji grabbed at his chest dramatically, “wow. Betrayed by my own girl?” You laughed at him while you gave him a kiss on his temple while Warner rolled his eyes and left. Kenji who still annoyed at warner ignored it while he sassyingly left.

he ignored you for a solid 1 hour and then he comes at you asking for cuddles

he peppered some kisses on your face and calls it "skincare"

he puts flowers onto your hair

you always dig holes into someone just by glaring, and he'd bend down gently and lean over to whisper, “why don't we like them?”

he follows you like a puppy

whenever you stand up to go somewhere HE FOLLOWS.

WHENEVER YOU GO HE GO.

he worships the ground you walk on

he sees you a gift from God

he loves to be babied by you

but will never admit it

at the end, he is your sunshine to your cloudy mood.

[hoe4hotchner]

Hii ! Can I request a hotch x bau!reader with the grumpy x sunshine trope where hotch is kind of protective of the reader and she (or you can make it gn I don’t mind) is oblivious and I don’t rly have an idea for the plot maybe on a case or smt 😭 tysm if you write it and if you don’t it’s ok too <33

I honestly had to google the trope, I've been writing fanfics for nearly 10 years and at this point I still only remember the classic tropes.

Anyway, I don't know if I used it correctly. Hotch is a teeny tiny bit dramatic

"Alright, team we have a lot of work to do. The sooner we get on top of this, the better." Hotch said looking at his watch, hoping he could be back in Quantico by tomorrow morning for the yearly budget meeting. Who else would defend the expenses of the BAU?   "Don’t worry, Hotch. We’ve got this. I’m sure we’ll crack this case in no time!" You flashed him a smile, despite the situation.   "Let’s focus on the details for now." Hotch's eyes softened gradually as he nodded.   Throughout the day, Hotch’s attention seemed to drift toward you more often than usual. Whether it was a glance when you ventured too close to the edge of a crime scene or a slight increase in his tension when you had to interact with potential witnesses or suspects, it was clear he was more on edge than ever.   "Y/N, be careful over there," Hotch’s voice rumbled as you peered over the edge of the cliff the last victim had been thrown over, a hint of concern veiled beneath his gruff expression.   "I’m always careful, sir. No worries!" You glanced back with a bright smile.   Hotch’s jaw tightened, though he tried to conceal it with a curt nod. As the case progressed, so did the danger. In the evening, while following a promising lead, you and Reid were near a run-down building that had become a potential hotspot where the unsub potentially performed his twisted rituals and routines. Hotch was nearby, coordinating the team's efforts, but his eyes never strayed far from your location.   A loud noise echoed through the building, the dust stirring into the air. You instinctively reached for your weapon and moved toward the sound, but Hotch’s voice cut through the chaos.   "Y/N, stay back!" he commanded, his tone firmer than usual. You froze for a moment, a bit taken aback by the intensity in his voice, but quickly resumed your position behind Spencer.

"Got it, sir."   Despite your reassurance, Hotch’s anxiety was palpable. When you finally emerged from behind the building, safe but slightly shaken, Hotch was waiting for you, his concern evident even as he tried to keep his face emotionless.   "Are you alright?" He asked, his voice softer now, though still edged with an underlying urgency.   "I’m fine. Just a little adrenaline rush." You smiled up at him, brushing off the dust from your clothes. Hotch’s gaze lingered on you, a mix of relief and frustration in his eyes.

"You need to be more careful. I can’t always be there to protect you guys."   "But you are always there, Hotch. I’ve never felt unsafe with the team. We’re all in this together." You tilted your head, puzzled at what he meant.   "It’s just…" Hotch’s expression softened slightly, and he took a deep breath. Before he could finish, the team regrouped, and the focus shifted back to solving the case. Yet, the tension between you and Hotch remained.

It wasn’t until the case was closed and the unsub caught that Hotch finally found a moment alone with you.   "You did well today."   "Thanks, Hotch. So did you. I couldn’t have done it without your support." You beamed at the praise, trying to pay it right back to him.   "It’s more than just support. I—" He hesitated. Hotch’s gaze lingered on you, his usual stoicism cracking just a little. "I worry about you. Sometimes more than I should, I think." Hotch’s expression softened further, his protective and cold nature finally giving way to a vulnerable side. "Just promise me you’ll be more careful. I can’t afford to lose you."   "I promise." You reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. Hotch’s eyes met yours, a rare smile touching his lips.

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[regency-monster-love]

Could we get #23 with the Grumpy Orc? I could see him getting drunk and then professing everything to the reader while his inhibitions are lowered 😈

I like the way your mind works, anon!

23. A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

Male orc x female human

"I shou' hate you—I should!" The orc scowled and tried to jab a thick green finger at her, but it just kind of waved in the air, with how drunk he was. "Why d'you have to be so bloody sweet an' charming an' kind? And pretty." He leaned closer to her face, squinting. "How are you so pretty?" That same green finger poked at her mouth, making her purse her lips to keep from laughing. "You don' even have any tusks, but your mouth still looks so nice. Wish I could kiss it."

She batted his hand away from her face. "Then do so."

His bushy black eyebrows drew together. "Pardon?"

She grabbed his cheeks and pressed her mouth to his. It took his addled mind a second or two to comprehend what was happening, but then he kissed her back with gusto, curling his tongue into her small mouth and eating up the soft little sounds of pleasure she made. Her thumbs slipped down to rub against his tusks as they continued to kiss, and the jolt that gave him made him groan.

"God I love you," he mumbled against her mouth.

She pulled back, her eyebrows leaping up her forehead. "Pardon?"

[You can read more about grumpy orc and the human woman he "hates" here]

Written for the kiss ask game. Keep 'em coming!

Read all of these kiss fic snippets at the tag #kiss snippet. Read all of my Regency monster stuff at the tag #my writing.

[sandeewithtwoe]

Could you draw nightmare sans but.. the palette can only be the colors of the pansexual flag.

Is this okay?? I changed his design a bit

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog