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[sharpace]

135. A Special Gift

The Interloper could never.

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[pechebeche]

hey. it was always shitty and damaging. to repost art without artists' permission. but now that midjourney is known to be scraping tumblr. if you repost something from artists without permission. i am literally coming into your house and committing violence upon all of your personal belongings

[chloesimaginationthings]

This eye shape is so…

I love drawing Michael’s eyes wide and he gets the look✨

[0039pf-third-blog-hooray]

commission

[scintillating-scales]

Dude I need claws SO bad. Except I need prosthetics to be really sturdy, so I can actually like. Use them for shit. Like I wanna be able to wear them to help me climb or claw at stuff or whatever I need them for. But people only make like plastic or foam or resin claws. It's not STRONG enough. I need like. IRON claws. STEEL claws. Claws I can climb trees and rock faces with. Claws that could kill a man if I wanted them to. It's a fucking TRAGEDY these aren't a thing, and I swear to God I'm about to learn metalworking just so I can make myself a suitable set.

Edit: someone actually made me some ��� he's open for commission if anyone wants their own set. Check the RBs for my post !!

[oh-no-its-bird]

Whenever I see anyone draw kakashi having fangs or claws I start screaming around kicking my feet🙏 an Angel gains there wings everytime!!

Meow

[kidovna]

your Viktor looks a lot like your Will

i mean…

[sharpace]

On one hand, I feel really bad for divorce era Viktor because he's working himself into an early grave and Viktor really needs to take better care of himself but on the other hand, divorce era Jayce being a miserable drunk is just hilarious in the most pathetic way possible mainly because seeing Piltover's golden boy being such a mess is just so much fun to read about. Thanks for the comic!

He's incredibly pathetic.

[feyburner]

I loved LOVED a word, a look, will be enough. I’m obsessed with the way you write jason and tim. No pressure to answer this at all, but I was curious if you have a headcanon about how the missing spleen reveal eventually goes

Jay »

Good afternoon Timothy.

« tim

uh oh

Jay »

I just had a fascinating conversation with Doc thompson

Care to hazard a guess about what?

« tim

pollen season

Jay »

No.

« tim

bird flu

Jay »

Is there a reason you havent told anyone in your life that you dont have a fucking spleen?

« tim

okay first of all

i’m not sure why doc thompson felt the need to tell you my private medical information

pretty sure they have a rule about that

Jay »

It’s not her fault.

I mentioned that you got whammied with that stupid germ bomb from Typhoid Tony or whatever the fuck his name was

« tim

vik vyral

Jay »

And she got all serious and told me I should get you into the clinic asap, and I was like no he’s fine now, it was basically a 24 hour bug, and she was like no, theres no such thing as a 24 hour bug for him, he needs to come get his blood tested yesterday

And then she clearly realized I had no fucking clue what she was talking about and clammed up. Wouldn’t say a thing. Told me to ask you myself.

Jay »

The look she gave me when I said you slept it off and went back to work. Like I should know better. like I was letting you be careless and shit bc thats just how I am or something.

« tim

“letting” me?

Jay »

yeah. Letting you. I know you know what I mean

« tim

i’m not sure i do.

Jay »

When youre with someone you take care of them.

I dont pretend to know much about this shit but I know that.

I’m not talking about handcuffing you to the radiator. Im talking about knowing whats going on with you and knowing that sometimes you let shit slide that I wouldn’t. When it comes to you

You do that for me and the others all the time. Thats how it works.

« tim

doc thompson doesn’t know you’re “with” me

Jay »

If you think everyone doesn’t know exactly what’s going on then your detective skills need work

Jay »

Also, Jesus, Tim.

« tim

ok sorry, i didn’t mean the scare quotes part

but did you pause to consider maybe there’s a reason i haven’t told everyone other than whatever shortsighted masochistic bs you’re assuming

Jay »

I dont need you to tell everyone. I’m not asking you to write a report on it.

Just like. if there’s any other major medical shit can you maybe tell me

Before you fucking die of a sinus infection or whatever bc the asshole who lives with you didn’t know your immune system has the horsepower of a bicycle

« tim

did you know you curse more when you’re fronting like you’re not worried about me

Jay »

I’m actually not fronting! in this moment!

« tim

okay

well. i am sorry

that sounded sarcastic bc of who i am as a person

but it’s not. i mean it.

Jay »

Sorry for yelling at you

« tim

i dont wanna go into it over text but i’ll tell you tonight. okay?

about what happened.

also there’s nothing else. it’s just the spleen thing

ok?

Jay »

Okay.

« tim

well and the mango allergy

well. and i’m double jointed specifically bc i have joint-hypermobility syndrome

which is why im so flexible :)

but also why i dislocate things a lot :(

um and im mildly allergic to carrots, bananas, pineapples, and most legumes, but it’s fine they just make my tongue itch

i think that’s all

Jay »

Tim can you be honest with me for a second

« tim

yeah…

Jay »

Are you inbred

« tim

NSJDN/&2&jdj?!_£_??

Jay »

Like are you that type of rich person

You can tell me. We are not going to procreate so I dont mind either way

« tim

just scared the living shit out of an intern who had never seen me laugh before. i think she thought i was choking

jesus CHRIST

i will see you at home.

Jay »

You

didn’t answer the question….

[chloesimaginationthings]

I love your art, and I really love how you did him, he's such a guy (he's my fav 💜)

I HONESTLY didn’t expect such a big reaction to the silly way I decided to draw Withered Bonnie this time, but so many of yall clocked it LMAO

[c7arisse]

Omg bro? U can draw a sharkduo (Raichi&Kurona)? I so fuckin love them n like ur art is cutie🥺🥺🥺

🦈🦈🦈

[craske]

do you think there would be any future posibility for dejammed shmilk to grow fond of the younger cookies(ginger, wizard, strawberry, etc) and maybe his entertainer persona could come to play in showing them cool things or tricks?

the fucking giggle i let out when i read this ask. anon, you know me so well

anyway, a bit more of a serious answer, thats honestly one of main things that made me wanna start this au. i love character exploration, observing them under a microscope and putting them in situations (especially difficult or unusual to them personally) to see how theyd act.

i really want to put shilk through the horrors of regaining something that he lost a long time ago when he started corrupting. and now that he is basically a regular cookie again, he has the opportunity to interact with others. and the more he spends time with others, the more familiar everything becomes. the hostility and malice slowly melts when he actually realizes that teaching again, or trying to get a genuine laugh out of someone feels... good?

sharing his knowledge with the pink robot kid who soaks up all of it like a sponge and always wants to learn more, or teaching the self-taught wizard hat twerp some more complicated magics, or organizing a show that doesnt require tormenting people, instead providing them with actual fun times is a surprisingly nice change

and it only gets worse when the inevitable soft spot starts forming. oh the horrors, disgusting. all of this is temporary while they work towards a common goal. he cant have a funny feeling in his chest when children let out a genuine laugh, or when the little wizard gleefully manages to cast a difficult spell they both have been working on. unacceptable, stomp that feeling down into the ground and bury it

i wont say he mellows out that much though, i dont want for him to lose what makes him a fun character. plus itd just erase not only what he has done, but also what he experienced. i dont want it to be a total redemption and change of character, but at the same time... i just like the stories where villains/antagonists have to work with the protagonists for one reason or another, becoming begrudging allies and starting to actually bond (megamind or coach oleander and loboto, not to mention earlier ice king or dr nefarious and many other cases)

also, in case anyone wondered if it also includes the other beasts...

hehe

[pangur-and-grim]

the FIP meds run for 84 days, and then there’s a follow-up course of medication, so…… I’ll have to stick near Belphie until March 12th of next year. if I travel, he’ll have to come with me. kitten friendly hotel rooms, etc.

[wyervan]

Quick question, what color are Slasher Moon’s eyes? O.O

@stainedglassstainedmyass made a slight change ✨

[fascinationstreetmp3]

I have what you're looking for. High quality. Befitting a man of my tastes. I have a room over on Divisadero, not too far a walk.

[halfway-happyyy]

more of frank talking you through it pleaseeee

i’m thinking like.. during prone bone maybe

ask and you shall receive, friend.

I actually hc that one of frank’s go-to positions is doggy (the man loves a view), so this isn’t much of a stretch (ha) at all. the rest is under the cut because it's naughty.

it’s one of those evenings where neither of you have successfully satisfied your appetites for one another. he’d come home from the site in a way, thundering through the front door in a huff and muttering something about having to drive home with a hard-on the entire way. fresh out of the shower, he’d given it to you hard and fast up against the kitchen wall while pasta sauce simmered on the stove, but even that wasn’t enough to scratch the surface of your craving for him. 

“what’s it gonna take, sweet girl?” 

frank’s got you pressed up against the window in your bedroom, the whole of manhattan spread out before you like a starlit tapestry. his fingers dance up your neck, and for a moment, you imagine the feel of his hand as it closes around the base of your throat, and a tiny, desperate whimper emanates from you.

“what’s it gonna take for you to get your fill tonight, huh?” frank presses a kiss to the side of your jaw and rasps, “open up.” 

doing as you’re told, your mouth falls open, allowing him to insert two fingers into it.

his head drops to your shoulder and a low groan sounds from him as your cheeks hollow out around his thick digits. “atta girl. just like that.” he lets you suckle on them for a little while longer before pulling them from the heat of your mouth with an obscene pop, and trailing them down the soft skin of your chest and stomach. you hiss as the cool air from the open window kisses the trail of moisture he’s leaving behind in his wake, and causes a shiver to wrack you.

“you always take everything I give you so damn well, baby.” he muses. "how did i get so lucky, hm?"

his wet fingers hover inches away from where you need him most when he asks, “can I touch you here, sweet girl?” 

all you can manage is a rushed, “yes, god, please, frankie…” 

his fingers circle the swollen bud of your clit a couple of times before pushing into you completely, and it’s all you can do to keep from crying out at the stretch.

“‘sat feel good, baby?” he whispers.

“mhm,” 

his head falls back to your shoulder while he continues fucking his fingers into you, and you’re entirely powerless at this point to keep from grinding your hips back against him, trying to glean as much friction as you can.

“I need more frank,” your voice is fragile, desperate, a wine glass at the edge of a tabletop. “please.”

frank tuts, giving his head a half-shake. “I’m not totally confident you can handle a third one, baby. I think that might just be too much for your sweet little pussy to handle, hm?” 

“please, frankie…” 

he finally relents and sinks a third finger into you, groaning loudly at how wet you are for him, at how he can feel you dripping down his hand. 

“you like making a mess as much as I do, baby.” 

you’d already come twice for him earlier, and the tell-tale signs of your third orgasm begin smoldering in the pit of your belly. he can tell by the way you involuntarily clench around him, and his lips find the shell of your ear. 

“I don’t think you need a third finger baby, I think what you need is my cock.”

he pulls his fingers from you without warning then, which causes tears to brim in your eyes. the sudden loss catches the breath in your throat like smoke, and frank shakes his head. 

“none of that, sweet girl. you know I’ve got you, hm?”

his hands grasp the sides of your face, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. 

“who takes the best care of you?” 

you swallow hard, in an attempt to find your voice. “you do, Frankie.” 

“that’s right, baby. now get on the bed for me, yeah?”

making it there is half the battle, but you do as you’re told, and position yourself onto all fours for him.

frank saddles up behind you and taps the soft skin of your hip twice. “want you on your stomach, pretty girl.” 

you comply, and feel him line the head of his cock up against your soaked entrance. he teases you by rubbing himself up against your slick slit, cursing at the feeling of your wetness. 

“gonna fuck you so good, baby. gonna give you everything you deserve.” 

normally he’s careful to go nice and slow with you on account of his sheer size, but there’s simply no need tonight. 

“lift your hips up a bit for me,” his voice is breathy and barely audible, and your compliance is rewarded by being filled to the hilt with him. “yes fuck, just like that.” 

he starts slow at first; likes to watch the slow push and pull of his cock inside of you, slick with your arousal. his fingers leave miniscule half-moon crescents in the skin of your thighs that only heighten the pleasure he’s providing you. still maintaining his speed, he leans forward to press a series of kisses down the length of your spine. 

“fuck, frankie…” 

he nods against you, his warm hands resuming their purchase on your hips. “I know baby, I know. I feel it. you keep squeezin’ my cock like that and you’re gonna make me come.” 

and you want it like you’ve never wanted anything before; the feeling of him filling you with absolutely everything he has to give; his warm spend dripping down the length of your inner thigh and onto the bed sheets beneath you.

you like making a mess as much as I do, baby.

he slows against you, the sharp, fast intake of his breath telling you that if you make a single move, he’ll come apart completely. you’re so still that you can feel his cock twitch and throb deep inside of you, the sensation enough to cause a tremble of unbridled pleasure to wrack you.

“I want it, frank.”

"I know you do, baby. I can tell how cock-drunk you are just by the sound of your voice alone."

"Please,"

your wrecked plea is the catalyst for his release, which hits him like a freight train and pushes him over the edge entirely. your name, similar to a prayer, is a repeated, wrecked chant on his lips, and he stays inside of you for a couple moments longer, reveling in the all-consuming heat of you- his favourite place to be. with one past peck to your back, he pulls from you with a soft groan. 

“always so fucking good for me, baby. let me get a warm cloth, I’ll be right back.” 

“okay frankie, I’ll be right here.”