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I would like to see the genderbend version of Atlas and Sweetheart? 😔🙏

Here's the couple with the genders switched! ✨

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shit, my posts are going out of the 'bubble' of my profile and reaching more people than I would like... I am embarrassed lol

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I have a suggestion for the name of the smol baby of Atlas and Sweetheart: Devon! Little guy just looks like a “Devon” to me. :) 💜

I was really undecided about the names, and Devon seems to be the one that suits him best 🥹 That's going to be his name now! Thanks for the suggestion 💜

✨✨The baby finally has a name ✨✨

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Um... Atlas... Sweetheart... Baby... How?

✨ Miracles of science lol ✨

They saw that the genetic material of a common human and that of Atlas were compatible so they did tests and saw that everything worked out :D Then they did artificial insemination :3

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I would like to see the genderbend version of Atlas and Sweetheart? 😔🙏

Here's the couple with the genders switched! ✨

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May has already arrived and I didn't even notice :0 And with it came mermay :D

So, Atlas mer? Why not?

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It wasn’t supposed to be so much.

A kiss. That’s all it was meant to be.

But when something that big leans down to show affection, there’s no such thing as “just” a kiss. Not when the lips that descend are wider than your body is long. Not when their mouth alone could cover the entire space you stand in—and then some.

You barely have time to gasp.

One moment, their face is hovering above you, pupils blown wide with hunger—not the kind that eats, but the kind that devours in every other way. The next, the sky falls. Velvet lips crash into you like a tidal wave of skin and heat. And suddenly, you are flattened.

Not crushed, no—never that. They’re too careful for that. But the weight of them? God.

You’re pinned instantly, your back hitting the floor. Their mouth blankets your entire form in one overwhelming press, soft yet impossibly heavy. Your limbs splay, stuck in place, every inch of your body engulfed in the plush heat of them. It’s hot. Wet. Suffocating in the way passion can be. You can’t move. You can barely breathe.

The floor feels miles beneath you. The ceiling may as well not exist. All that’s real is them. That mouth. That need. And you, smothered into helpless stillness beneath it.

They kiss like they’re starving.

Their lips mold to you, dragging slightly as they adjust—just enough to send a shiver through your whole being. Your hands twitch, your legs buck against the weight, but it’s useless. You’re caught beneath something so vast, so hungry for you, that resistance is laughable. Irrelevant.

And still, somehow, they’re gentle. Ravenous, yes. All-consuming. But measured. Your bones aren’t bruised. You aren’t broken. Just… claimed. Thoroughly. Completely.

When they finally pull back—slowly, as though reluctant to let you go—the air rushes in like a flood. You’re gasping. Drenched in the heat of their breath and the faintest trace of saliva. Your clothes cling to you. Your heart is pounding so hard it hurts.

Above you, their lips glisten. Their mouth parts slightly in a smile. It’s wicked. Breathless.

They let out a low, guttural mmm, deep in their throat. It rolls through you like thunder, full of satisfaction and craving. A sound that says more than words ever could.

You don’t answer. Can’t. You’re still lying there, dazed and trembling, imprint of their affection still tingling across every nerve.

They kiss like they want to own the world.

And in that moment—you are their world.

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Thinking about putting Atlas and Sweetheart in a fantasy AU, in the same world as them…

New ocs? Hehehe erm… I'm full of commissions and doing this ;; They are a little mean. A dark elf/drow mage and your dragon.

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New ocs? Hehehe erm… I'm full of commissions and doing this ;;

They are a little mean. A dark elf/drow mage and your dragon.

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picture this:

Your giant taking you swimming. My favourite scenario like ever

they’re tugging their shirt off, completely unbothered, muscles stretching, skin catching in the light—and you’re just standing there, frozen, all six inches of you gaping up at this tower of casual divinity. They don’t even realize they’ve turned into a walking monument of skin. They’re just getting ready to swim. But to you? it’s like watching a mountain shed clouds.

in the water, they move slow, but even slow sends waves rolling in every direction. You float helplessly in the current, spinning in a little whirlpool like a leaf. every shift of their arms sends ripples that tug you gently along. it’s playful. unintentional. massive.

Maybe them cupping you in their hands—fingers curled in like a cradle, palms full of warm, rippling water. your own private pool.

You try to swim after them, but there’s no hope of catching up. Their strides are too big, too smooth, and suddenly they’re gone—ducked beneath the surface, becoming a large shadow from the deep. The water goes still.

When they rise—they’re like some ancient and godlike sea creature, water cascading off their shoulders, hair slicked back, smile breaking across their face as they spot you spinning circles like a wayward boat. You gawking. They laugh.

You tire quickly, of course. and without a word, they scoop you up, cradle you for a second, and place you gently on top of their sun warmed head.

Just like that.

From your perch in their wet hair, you watch the world glide by—watch them glide, really. Their back flexes with every slow stroke, their shoulders pulling like tectonic plates with every movement. The water churns around them, like they were carved from seafoam and thunder. And you? you’re just along for the ride. drifting. weightless. tiny. safe.

Every so often, they glance up at you with that sheepish little grin. Like they’re the lucky one.

You, stretched out on their chest after the swim—soaked and breathless, clinging to their warmth like it’s the only sun that matters. Your curled into the dip between their collarbone and shoulder, so tiny it’s like laying across a sunbaked boulder that happens to breathe. One of their massive fingers moves lazily, brushing your back in slow arcs, and your whole body tingles from the attention.

You sigh, melting into them. You could fall asleep right here.

Cry

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I haven't drawn fearplay in a while… I have a lot of ideas in my head

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Hi hi! I've been following you for a while and I really love your Atlas and Sweetheart series (collection?)! Anyway I was looking at your recent sketches of them, and I'm curious, does Sweetheart have prosthetics? For her legs I mean?

I just notice the gears and the way her knees and joints are like those for machines

Yes!! She uses prosthetics ✨

Before meeting Atlas, she used a long boot. But after one fateful day, she needed to use prosthetics and did not give up working as a soldier.

I've had this part of the story in my head for a long time. However, until today I didn't think about telling it for fear of triggering someone, finding it disturbing or even thinking of Atlas as a bad person (yes… he was the one who accidentally did this to her).

Who knows, maybe one day I'll write or draw this event.

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WIP ~

I'm trying to make a sketches/comic to show you how the lovebirds met. Wish me luck and strength

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Hello,

maybe some people already ask this, but I'm intriguited... How Sweetheart is pregnant? Like artificial insemination? And how Atlas reacts about becoming father? 😍

Hello!!

Yes, a lot of people asked (all anonymously, which I totally understand lol). They live in a futuristic world where science is capable of true miracles. But even so, I wanted to go with something more organic: Atlas's species' genes are fully compatible with human DNA, so artificial insemination became a real and viable possibility.

When I say "species," it's because this marks a major shift in his lore. I used to imagine Atlas as a clone — something artificial, created in a lab. But now, I find it more interesting him as an ancient being who somehow got stuck in time. Someone who, in ages long past, was worshipped as a king… or even a deity. Maybe both... Nothing too fixed, I'm still thinking XD

And about Atlas being a father: HE IS VERY HAPPY ✨✨🥰

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Baby meeting daddy

I don't know what to write as a description lol but here's a silly minicomic :)

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Sweetheart 🩷💜

Just a study I took too deep XD

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a lil wip :D