#ahh i love drawing him sm

[eurydia]

fake romance scenes (3/?) - Zevlor, pt. 2

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(let's pretend Tav has Cure Wounds/some healing touch spell and Zev can't cast it on himself in this case, lol). I hc if Zevlor can be part of your team, he's the kind of person who's always worrying about everyone else except himself 🥺

I also just love drawing him getting comforted and loved!! he deserves it and more ❤️

[enden-k]

Just wanted to say that the way you drew Kaveh gave me babygirl vibes

idk why I immediately thought of that /.\ I love it tho!!

- snow fox anon

ppl on twt and here went like that too and im glad bc he absolutely IS babygirl just like childe. the ultimate most gorgeous babygirls ✨

[tigerzreal]

I WATCHED THE NEW DRAGON BALL MOVIE

I WILL SPOILER WARN WVERYTHING DONT WORRY IK HOW AWFUL BEING SPOILED IS💗

[lunargrapejuice]

sephiroth + "it's getting crowded. here, hold my hand." and/or "i will never let you go."

p.s i adore how you write sephiroth sm i will always eat it up ravenously thank you <333

ahhh thank you so much lovely!<3 i wrote one but i'm still gonna write the other because i can't help myself with this man hehe🤭🩷 i hope you enjoy this one🥺 it got kinda long im sorry ahh again i could not help myself😵‍💫

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i will never let you go prompt

"it's getting crowded. here, hold my hand." | sephiroth x reader with no pronouns used

tonight the moon seems nothing more than a dim light in the distance against the bright city street that is busy with midgar citizens despite the late hour. booths and open storefronts line the street for as far as you can see, public security having blocked off the area so no vehicles could get through and people could wander the bustling night market freely. the scent of sweet and fried foods fills the air, accompanied by the chatter and giggles of everyone around you but it all feels dull against the butterflies in your chest that hadn’t stopped for a single moment since the start of your walk home.

but how could they when sephiroth had waited at the office in order to see you home safely and had kept close since you left the shinra building? you could feel the heat of his body, his long strides slowed in order to keep next to you but it’s a comfortable pace as he walks on the side of the walkway closest to the street and crowds of people.

with how broad his shoulders are, anytime you look up at him, he takes up your whole world, making your cheeks burn at the reminder of just how beautiful he is and how close he actually is to you. one sway of your hand to the right and your fingers would be brushing against his. you could reach out and move his long hair away from his face to give you a better view of those cat-like eyes that have always captivated you. but you don’t and instead let yourself fall into a comfortable silence when your mind runs away with thoughts of how it would feel to card you fingers through his hair, touch the tender skin of his cheek-

before you can get too far away from the reins you normally keep on your feelings for him, your attention to your surroundings come back just in time to see someone running in your direction a little too late for you to move out of the way, their eyes not in front of them and instead of the person jogging beside them. your body tenses, your eyes closing and you draw in a quick breath as if to prepare for the impact and the crash to the ground.

while you do feel the world around you move, there’s no force to the ground and instead of a harsh clashing of bodies, it’s as though you’re being gently tucked into one. the smell of leather and flora fills your senses and you know without a doubt you’re against sephiroth even before your eyes open to confirm it’s true. he had moved so quickly you are only now registering the arm around your middle that keeps you pressed against his body and when your eyes flutter open to be met with his worried ones, light brows knitted together in concern, you’re glad for it as your knees wobble.

he feels the shift in your body weight and easily adjusts his hold on you so you don’t lose your footing but hopes that you don’t hear or feel the way his heart is rapidly beating in his chest with how it feels to have you pressed into him. it certainly gets no better when you look up at him with eyes that sparkle in the street lights. but to his surprise, despite the overwhelming bursts of electricity firing off like fireworks in his chest, he’s able to speak.

“are you alright?”

slow to pull away, regretful that you have to, you feel his hold leave your side only when he knows you’re steady on your feet. your nod your head and the smile you wear is hiding your embarrassment. “ah - sorry about that.”

“it’s fine,” he chuckles, low and sweet, and the melody of it stops your worries in their tracks. all you can focus on is his handsome face in a soft, almost boyish, expression you quite like on him. “distracted by something?”

your cheeks burn and you’re unable to meet his eyes. yes but you’re not able to admit about what. “i guess so,” you try not to think about what was keeping your eyes and your mind occupied, what it felt like to be in his arms, pressed against his chest, just moments ago even though the feeling of him still tingles your skin everywhere your bodies connected. “theres.. just a lot going on out here. i think i’m a little used to the quieter walk home.”

it wasn’t entirely a lie. normally this street was empty on your way home and anytime sephiorth walked you it was just the two of you. you think you both prefer it that way considering how many eyes have looked sephiroths way tonight. you’re thankful they at least have been too busy to stop the famous war hero. or perhaps too scared to with how intimidating his presence felt to most. 

a feeling that wasn’t in your personal repertoire of emotions for him.

oh no, there was nothing close to intimidation or fear when he closes the distance between you, one step that puts you impossibly close as a couple walks behind him and takes a double look back. you hear them whisper his name amongst themselves but his focus is only on you. you’re unable to discern the emotions swirling like mako in his eyes but a part of you wonders if they are mirroring your own.

sephiroth knows this is just a crowd of citizens, not a battlefield or enemy territory, but there’s a deep need within him to protect you, keep you as close as possible so you don’t have to worry about anyone nearly crashing into you again or touching you if you don’t want them to. 

he’s been keenly aware of everyone around you, not normally liking being in such large crowds to begin with and wanting to ensure your safety always, but a part of him is also thankful for them tonight. at least in the sense that he might not have given in to his want to hold you had he not needed to in order to keep you safe. such intimate and tender moments are not something he is used to in the slightest but he craved it with you and the desire had only grown each time you touched. 

now was no exception - goddess it had only made it amplify to the tenth degree. he hadn’t wanted you to step away from his chest that caught your breath on his exposed skin or to be away from the softness of you in his hold. and you’re still here, right in front of him, right within his grasp, so close he could easily lean down and capture your lips.

it takes all of his strength to fight against the heart in his chest that aches for you but even in his seemingly infinite might, it still somehow gets the better of him. if only a bit.

“it's getting crowded. here, hold my hand.”

in your speechless state, all you can do is nod at his words as your cheeks burn and you take his offered hand. the leather of his gloves feels clean and his hand easily encases your own with its size but you also can’t deny how utterly perfect it feels and give it an experimental squeeze at the first step you take back down the street, hoping this walk home will last much longer tonight.

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[yourmaidsp]

ahh i love your art sm can you please draw clyde x pip pretty please 🥺

Woaw thank u!! This might be one of the rarest pair I've ever drawn _(:3 ⌒ﾞ)_ I think Pip could be a good guardian angel for him, and shows up when he cries～

Thank u for the support n req, hope u like it

[blue-jisungs]

holding their hand ♡

author's note. i need to write for my boys more since i kinda neglected them ?!

┆彡 GUNIL [ 건일 ]

ahh this guy :”)

tbh i feel like… he has his hands all over u 24/7

just LOVES holding ur hand

whether it’s during a walk, holding hands underneath the table or just grabbing onto your hand while you’re mid convo with someone

he couldn’t care less by the disgusted looks the guys give him 🫡

he just wants to hold his partner’s hand and ain’t no one holding back this dude !!

but also he’s so so gentle about it

his hands sometimes are scattered with cuts and bruises, therefore are more in the calloused and harsh side

but he holds your hands so tenderly as if they were made out of fine china :(

he just loves u sm

(and i love him)

┆彡 GAON [ 가온 ]

i mean you saw it coming, we’ve all seen the clips where he pretended to cut his hand off

yeah

he does the same to you

will pretend to cut his hand off if you’re the first one who grabbed his hand

but will get annoyed if you do the same when he grabs your hand first…

also will teasingly squeeze your hand randomly

won’t admit it out loud but he loves holding your hand

that’s why he’s not that big on holding your hand while you’re with the boys (because they’ll tease him to death)

but.

will definitely sneak a hand into yours when you’re in a crowd of strangers

┆彡 JUNGSU [ 정수 ]

screaming wailing sobbing

he is so soft and and gentle and tender and and …

will hold your hand no matter what, even if the guys tease him or if they’re ice-cold

like 24/7, even in his sleep his hand will always look for yours 🥹

i feel like his hands are soft and taken care of (?) like he carries handcream and regularly uses it

(he also creams your hands for you, gently and precisely,, like ,, it’s so adorable ;((( )

so due to that fact it’s just… like his hands r smooth okay

will also sneak kisses on the back of your hand/knuckles before or after he interlocks your hands

it’s just such a sweet gesture that has become his habit

… because he loves the way your cheeks redden because of it ^_^

┆彡 SEUNGMIN [ 승민 ]

seungmo is like . . .

acts like he doesn’t really care ?

“yeah you’re holding my hand cool🙄”

but deep inside he loves it and prays you never let go

and if you don’t hold his hand for whatever reasons, he’ll aggressively grab yours and shrug nonchalantly when you send him a puzzled look (´･_･`)

lives for interlocking fingers with you

while he does it, he giggles that there’s no way out now… and truly, there’s not

this man has an iron grip…

at first he was also shy to hold hands w you in the boys’ presence but with time, he actually started to love it

just uses this fact to rub it on his faces that he has a partner and they don’t~

┆彡 JUNHAN [ 준한 ]

my lil shy bunny boy !!!!!!!

it took him some time to get used to it, hence why you always initiated hand holding

he was always kind of taken aback, stiffing and blushing, before finally relaxing into your touch

he loves it so so much and even told you one day because he didn’t want you to think that his awkwardness means he doesn’t like it :(

same as gaon, would prefer holding your hand in private or hidden from the members’ eyes

(or hidden literally, underneath a table etc)

and and

when he wants you to hold his hand he’ll shyly interlock your pinkies first :((

giving you puppy eyes and just hoping you’ll catch on :(((

and it becomes an alternative for you, so sometimes you’ll just link pinkies :((((

i’m actually sobbing and banging my head against the wall he’s so precious

┆彡 JOOYEON [ 주연 ]

now this mf …

he’s so dramatic about it

the first time you held his hand he was like “ew cooties…” “take those sweaty hands off me” “ew…”

but THEN WHEN YOU WANTED TO LET GO HE INTERLOCKED YOUR FINGERS AND REFUSED TO LET U GO ???

yeah um,, anyways,,

it’s chaotic – he’ll gasp, whine, roll his eyes

but then the sheepish grin on his lips gives him away

loves to draw shapes on your hand with his thumb, often spelling some words

(‘gaon is dumb’)

(and you need to stop yourself from laughing because you’d look like a maniac)

or or when you intertwine fingers, he’ll put your hands up and try to separate your fingers from his (?) … and when you’re like having flat palms against each other, he’ll suddenly close his fingers again and trap you,, just to repeat that 😭

to summarise, he’s like … if you gave a dog a ball,, he can entertain himself with your (and his) hands ??

and also couldn’t care less about the boys; just like seungmin, he’ll brag that at least he has a hand to hold

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[bowieandqueen11]

Take Us Back / Izzy Hands Imagine

Request: ahh hope i didn’t miss the izzy request deadline!! honestly just a really fluffy one about what the reader and izzy might do on a day off on land would be super cute , could be either established relationship or the confessions could ensue during! whatever you think would work best, love ur writing sm 💘

Ahh I love this idea so much!! You know me I always love a good love confession. although this one is a little more subtle than I meant it to be!! Thank you so much :) Although this managed to turn more into hurt/comfort, so sorry about that!!

I'm sorry if this sucks ass, writer's block has been kicking my ass and I'm trying to write through it!

Warning: mentions of blood, mentions of child abuse, some strong language!

(I do not own OFMD or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @tinylilvalery.)

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Izzy Hands had been seven years old the last time he had sat in the foot of a river's mouth.

Life had felt different then: harsher, colder. Even the sunlight had felt a pale wanton impression of the basking heat the crew lay under now, leaving nothing but pocked scars across his soul and a rigid fear woven through his lancinating ribcage.

But that day- god, that day. It had been one of the rare instances that his mother had been lucid, if not tolerant of the mere sight of him. She had just received news from his brother, informing her that he'd finally managed to wrangle his way into one of the crews dotted around the local docks. He still remembered pattering into their cramped kitchen that morning: remembered crawling into her lap, afraid that the shock slumping her usually sapless face as she leant her elbow wearily on the tablecloth was due to his tardiness, not registering in his tired state the opened letter his mother was clutching in her left hand. He had shut his eyes, expecting the usual sting of reproach to come burning across his backside, but instead he was met with shallow laughter and the feel of his mother's frigid hands wrapping around his spine.

She had carried him the whole way down to the bay, had spent the whole rest of that strange, surreal morning in a trancelike contentment. Instead of going to their usual morning prayers, his mother had taken his hands and had danced with him: her feet splashing across the slivering waves as they bit and hissed and fell in aglow bubbles around her feet. Instead of being sent down to the docks to haggle for some small scrap of leftover meat for him to come back and boil for their dinner, his mother had cupped his cheeks as if, for one glorious, unprecedented moment in his life, the hopeful smile timidly warming his cheeks was the most important thing in the world.

The thing Izzy remembers most, though, was the magical way his mother had sung. How the sound made his knees grow weak, tears collecting in the crinkles of his eyes as she sang a strange song about finding beauty in the mundane: of rosiness the shade of his cheeks, of the end of grief, of embracing the beautiful imperfection of our mistakes.

He was almost inclined to believe her. But even at that age, he knew reality was far crueller than her. Because even though she was still humming into the shallow depths, she had refused to even once meet his desperate eyes.

He knew the song wasn't for him. He knew, as he glanced down at the lonesome creek that he suddenly realised was bitingly cold against his waggling toes, that his life was resigned to one of subordination. How she had walked him into the water until their ankles were coated in a fine line of salt, clutching his hand to her heart as the invocation began to wear off. That this grandness, this gloriousness, was to be found inside the soul of others. As his mother began to lug at him again, drawing him further and further into the benighted depths he suddenly didn't want to wade into: was suddenly afraid to approach, he finally understood the truth of his life.

He knew he was just there as collateral to her joy. And as he began to cry out in fear, feeling that all too familiar burn against the ruddiness of his cheek, he realized that hope was created to dwell within other people.

'See child, I told you. Change comes with the tide. Fortune comes to those of us who are deserving of it', she took a deep breath and darted her eyes down to him in antipathy, before digging her spindly fingers into his wrist until they drew blood. She didn't even blink as she used her free hand to pull the letter out of her pocket, kissing its inked lines and clutching the crumpled parchment to her chest. The dying light of the day seemed only to coat her in cerement as she sobbed silently, Izzy too afraid to move in case the sallow light entombed him as well.

He hadn't allowed himself to feel the sunlight since. Instead, he shrouded himself in Stygian shadows, stifling himself under their abhorrence: he had tried to cage his heart to keep it safe. Little did he know, that instead he had created a shroud, and left the shredded remains of what was left to shrivel in the darkness.

You. You! You, god, oh you. Coming swanning into his life with the rest of Stede Bonnet's infuriating little toy miniatures, cresting with graceful consideration along the sinews he had long locked away, with a determinant hankering for his heart. Every look his way just to try and catch his wandering eye: every shit-faced smile in defiance of his crude orders and the callous bite of his words was exhuming an anguishing pain within his chest.

Which is why he found you so fucking obnoxious. Insubordinate. Just as obdurate as him. You seemed to make it your life's mission to get the tomb holding him captive to crack open.

And by god, if it wasn't about to.

He was almost embarrassed by how quickly he had agreed to join you on the shore during the crew's solitary day off that month: his head had nodded as if a screw had come loose in his neck, and although he had to punch Lucius in the stomach for guffawing at how absurd he looked from where he was pretending to mop by Stede's cabin doors, it was worth it to be able to spend some blessed time alone with you.

Which is how he found himself perched on the shallow end of a crag: the sand sifting off his boots and the midday sun burning a white-hot hole into the top of his head that even the nearby leaves of the shimmering banana tree couldn't defend him from. He kicks lazily at the water, scaring away a few darting fish as you finally give up your wrestling match with Jim and come to sit criss-crossed next to the rather forlorn looking man. He does his best to raise his frown once he feels your fingers poke at his stiff shoulder, but even you're able to see the way the smile barely makes it past the top of his stubble, let alone his crestfallen eyes.

'So...', you start with a twist of your lips, an idea suddenly popping into your head as you catch sight of a few lengths of haggard bark popping out of the mud. 'You ever fish when you were younger?' You pull some of the twine out of your makeshift rope belt, looping a knot around the cleanest ends and handing one of the makeshift poles to the first mate.

'Fish? Did I ever... fish?', Izzy asks incredulously, tilting his head at you as if in disbelief. He had fished before: in fact, he was actually rather good at it. When his mother's health began to fail and the poor relief filtering into their household in drips and drabs began to be unable to keep dire poverty from banging at their door, Izzy had taken to smuggling onto the back of boats and fishing out of barrels to get food.

'No. No', he lies. 'I'm not a fucking fisherman, I'm a fucking pirate-'. He didn't know why the memory was making him so irritated. Maybe it wasn't the recollection at all, he thought in a stricken horror, but the way you turned your full attention to him. That- that swinging gaze, that coy smile lifting your cheeks as you try your best to read every microcosm that flashes across his panicking face. That- that kindness in the furrow of your eyebrows, that forbearance as you gently took his shaking first and unfurled it, placing the fishing rod in his palm.

Your fingertips tenderly swirl against the seamed linen of his wrist before you let go. Izzy blinks unsurely, something akin to trepidation making his breath choke in his nostrils, making them flare uneasily.

'I know you're going to be a natural', is all you whisper, sensing his alarm and placing the man's hand back onto his knee with great care. With a final nod, you turn your head back to the sea line.

Fuck. Fuck. How could you read him so easily? How could he, a man so ruthless in his faux arrogance, be laid so bare before you, when he had spent so many years devotedly poisoning that part of himself? He was about to fucking burst, and if you even fucking dared to place your warm fingers against his bare skin him one more time, he was going to draw his scabbard loose and lacerate his billowing heart himself.

The feel of you sitting next to him, holding your own fishing pole between relaxed fingers was almost enough to make the sound of Frenchie hollering in the distance bearable: the man trying to do half-crab like 'somersaults' across the sand. Izzy sighs, pretending the screaming cackle of Roach as he chased the Swede with one of his juggling pins was just the faraway caw of some mythical seabird. Even though the sound of your cheerful hums were sending spears of a long buried fear deep into his stomach, he was content to let the memories of his mother wash over him, to be instead overlapped with his rapt ruminations of you.

'Am I... am I doing this alright?', he asks, daring to break the silence, although his hoarse voice barely seems to penetrate the gleaming air at all. Thankfully, you have your ears finely tuned to hear both his scolding remarks and tender confessions, and so your reply is both astute and quickly timed as you whip your head to take an enthusiastic look at his pole.

You dart a finger out before he even has time to prepare for your approach, drawing his thumb further up the stick. 'That's it... that's it! See, I knew you'd be a natural at this!' It takes all of Izzy's self-control not to whip out his wrist, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to instead try and alleviate the way his cells seemed to catch alight every time your skin brushed against his.

'Although', you start, poking your pointer finger against your chin and looking at him in contemplation. 'Your angle is a little wrong. Do you know how to fix it?', you ask, not wanting to offend him and have him scuttling off like a snow crab when you had put so much effort into getting him to trust in your company.

'I- I don't know', he lies, already moving his torso so you would have easier access to wrap yourself around his tensing shoulder blades send ripples spreading across the back of his vest.

'Here-', you reach an arm out, palm spreading against the rigid meat of his lower back as you turn the man to face you more directly. He jolts, and for a second you're worried that you've accidentally brushed against an old injury, but then the man unconsciously mewls, his thighs bucking forward against the sand grains.

'Like this', he asks breathlessly, knowing damn well that his posture was absolutely perfect.

'Like that', you reply with a smile as sweet and meek as the champagne bubbles lapping hungrily at his feet. It was almost enough to blow away the cankered cobwebs encasing his heart: almost enough to flood the chambers of his heart with a child-like resurrection, if he only wasn't stubborn enough to keep the latches of his heart's coffin lid closed.

'I'll tell you something, you're far better company than Ed', you say to alleviate the tension, feeling sorry at the way the man seems to be cursing himself with thick, inaudible swears. You let your fingers dart across the last few vertebrae's of his spine, enjoying the way his whole body seems to convulse like an electrified eel once you let go. 'The last time I tried to teach him to fish, I swear I was two seconds away from kicking him overboard. That man genuinely does not know how to stay quiet for two seconds.'

He grabs onto your wrist, so desperate to retain every ounce of your attention. So desperate to feel you set him aflame, without the embarrassment of having to ask. For the first time that day, he stares deeply into your eyes, his thick eyelashes flickering back and forth as if searching for something.

'You don't have to tell me. I very unhappily managed to overhear him talking to himself this morning about all the ways Captain had used his fingers last night-'

You clasp your hands to your ears, a high pitched giggle pealing out of the back of your throat. 'Oh god, please! Just stop! Whatever the hell our dads do, I don't want to know!'

God, you were bewitching.

'What about your father', you ask suddenly, raising a curious eyebrow at the man. 'I know that you, Israel Hands, must have had a phenomenal upbringing to turn out the way you did.'

'I can't fucking tell if you're being sarcastic or not', he replies curtly, but the edges of his lips are curling up despite of himself.

'Come on', you prod at his side with the jut of your fishing pole. 'I have to be completely honest, I've been dying to know your story ever since you got on the revenge. Until today, Mr. 'I'm god as far as you're concerned', you've been a bit of an enigma to me.'

He looks at you sharply, his lips lingering upwards and making the warm glow that followed through into his eyes paint him as an angel against the goldenrod hues of the sun’s rising throne. 

'Until today?'

You can't help but match his bashful smile.

'Something tells me you've fished before', you reply smartly, nodding your head down to his tugging line.

It seemed to come to him then, that hope he had long forgotten: reverberating through his already troubled mind like a deafening echo, screaming and writhing and cacophonous as it pierced every fragment of his brain it could, begging him to remember the days when love had been true. Pleading with him to allow veracity to forburn the self-inflicted death he had allowed to coat his now pounding heart.

His mouth twists, unsure as where to start. It had been so long... so long since he had been truthful with anyone, let alone with himself. He swallows thickly, eyes roaming over the scuffs of his boot that are sliding further and further into the chilled depths of the shallow water, before he curls his fingers into a fist and goads himself into being compliant.

'I used to... I mean, I used to go down to the river with my mother, when she could be bothered. Which wasn't very often.'

He prays that you won't notice the faraway look in his eyes. How they begin to cloud over with unshed tears for a life he should have known. Should have had. For innocence robbed, and exasperation capitulated into its place. How his hands were now beginning to jolt so harshly, he nearly sent his fishing role flying into the ocean with one particularly intense heave.

'My mother always used to tell me, that you could begin your life again if you could pinpoint the exact spot where the rivers began to merge with the sea', he seethes out through gritted teeth, a low whistle sliding over his tongue as you reach your hand out and offer him the only form of solace you can think to give. 'She used to say that this is the spot where Calypso fell after Odysseus left her. That if you sing to her, her face will appear within the waves and grant you immortality.'

'Did you believe her?'

'I didn't before.'

'Hmm, what made you change your mind?' You entangle your fingers messily with his gloved hand, allowing both your poles to clamber noisily into the rugged pit chipped out by the toes of your feet. You knew if you broke the spell, interrupted this moment, it might never come again for him.

‘It was you, for fuck's sake!’, he wanted to shout. It was the truest thing he had ever known, plain and so soul crushingly simple.

Instead he flops his head back, and looks dead-set into the blinding light of the sun. 'I heard you singing. Heard you with Frenchie earlier, when you were singing shanties on the deck. My mother also used to sing to me', he warbles, voice hoarse.

The swallow tattoo scored onto his neck seems to thrum to life with each pulse of his juddering arteries.

'Ah-', you frown, 'I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up all these... memories for you. That's why you've been brooding so much today.'

His head darts to the side to scrutinize you, but when you mumble another sweet apology he finally stops scowling. If you hadn't been so lovestruck yourself, you might have found the courage to tear your head away from the horizon in that moment to meet the look of gut-wrenching devotion that brightened the man's widening eyes, a vestige kind of hope widening the gloam of his pupils.

He tilts his head to the side: towards you, eyes dipping down to almost imperceptibly gaze over your pursed lips.

'Don't be sorry'. His bottom lip trembles as he heaves a breath and squeezes your hand tight against his own. He felt like he was falling onto the cusp of something dangerous, but he refuses to allow his obduracy to suffocate the words.

'You sounded...', he grits his teeth, trying to bury his words by seething them into his skin instead. You watch him shove his chin into the side of his shoulder with humoured curiosity, giving him the time, the space, the security to finish his thought. He buries his eyes into the water, watching the rippling reflection of his face wallow into the shoreline. 'You sounded beautiful. It was nice to hear music again. I haven't in so long.'

'Well, Israel Hands', he trembles at the feel of your warm breath brushing against the tip of his ear. 'Good thing I'm immortal now.'

He smiles at that.

'Looks like I have all the time in the world to sing for you, if you'd like.'

For the first time since he was seven years old, Izzy Hands felt like he was allowed to live again.

'I'd- I'd like that very much.'

[sebastiannarrator]

One of my kinito design plus a tiny fanart of another kinito:)

@krislgfox love that one kinito i did so i did a whole drawing of him :D , he is inspired by scene and kidcore style :D (bc i love those style sm and i HBFJBSHJVF) ( i got more kinito fanart coming btw >:))

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and a tiny drawing i did on magma :D

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@kofuii MWAHAHAAH GET FANARTED >:)))

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No anon hate, no hate overall, don't be mean to others.. Basic dni, no racist, transphohia, paedophilia, homophobia and overall just nothing in the lines of those. If you don't like my content don't waste your time hating, just scroll.

THIS ACCOUNT IS (13-16+)

Also the creator of this blog is a minor pls be aware of that plus the creator is transmasc, pls use he/him pronouns :3

Anywho- of cursing cuz I'm an idiot and if I ever touch up on dark topics I will be putting warnings

I don't post NSFW this is a full SFW account, I'm just a silly guy that's gonna post some art lol maybe some like mildly suggestive? I don't rlly post stuff like that often but really nothing too bad!!!

I hope we can rebuild my account back, I had a great time with you guys on my other account so.. I hope I can have as much fun here as I had there. I love you guys. And if you could help spread this so people could bee aware that would help me a lot <3

Edit: (Thank you guys am for 200+ followers I love you all sm❤❤)

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Tiktok: @/mr.scribbleman or 👹I'm coming for your toes👹 (don't ask)

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Art trades: Currently closed

Commissions: would do that but have absolutely no idea how to work it

Art requests: It takes a while for me to do art for stuff in my inbox sry-

My sona 👀

[doumadono]

Ahh, I hope I'm not late for Sinful Sunday,

cuz I love your writing sm and I was rereading the kny manga and just couldn't stop thinking about Douma with a size kink, LIKE WHY IS HE SO TALL AND BIG ACTUALLY, I just want him to manhandle me so bad🫣😭

A/N: thank you for your kind words about my writing. Yes, Douma is so tall and handsome, and I'm certain he would have a massive size kink, being so turned on just by looking at your small, fragile body ♥

SINFUL SUNDAY

“Fuck, Douma!" You can’t breathe from the stretch; you thought two of his fingers would be enough, thought one orgasm would make you slick enough to take him. “Douma, ah!"

He grins, pecking your lips before he sits up, pulls his fingers out slowly. “You’re too small," Douma jokes, “At least I know that pussy’s gonna feel like a vice when I finally fit.”

“Any pussy’s gonna feel like a vice around your dick, Douma-sama,” you smile.

“Yeah, but I only want yours, lotus." He grins, leaning down to kiss you again. “You know,” Douma props himself up over you, pinning your hips to the bed with his tummy, your legs splayed either side of him, “I don’t have to be inside you to get us both off.”

You nod, “I do know. What are you thinking about?”

He kisses you, then ducks his head to kiss your neck, moving down your body with a trail of nips and licks and kisses and faint scrapes of teeth. He stops just below your bellybutton, eyes dancing with mischief as he looks up at you. “My dick might not fit, but my tongue will.” He laughs, hands moving to the underside of your thighs, holding you open for him. “So pretty and small, so sexy.”

You clench around nothing, drawing his gaze to your waiting hole.

With no more preamble, he ducks down, licking a long stripe up your slit and seals his lips around your clit, groaning at the taste of your wet heat, eyes locked on your face.

It’s like being devoured, like he’s a starving man, and you’re an all-you-can-eat buffet, like you’re giving him the best thing on earth just by letting him eat you.

He can’t keep his rainbow eyes on you for long, giving in to your taste, groaning again as his mouth moves down, licking at your pussy, thrusting his tongue inside you as his nose bumps your clit, all his senses full of you. He could stay here for the rest of his life and never get bored.

“F-Fuck, Douma!" Your hands move to his silver hair, tugging the strands as he somehow moves closer, trying to suffocate himself in your cunt. “So good, Douma, so good, right there!” You grind your hips into his face, and his grip tightens on your thighs, thumbs digging into your soft flesh, hard enough to leave bruises over the recently healed ones he’d already left, fitting his hands in the same spot as though there’s a permanent imprint of him on your skin.

Your body seizes and spasms, relaxes and tenses all at once, your neck bared and strained as your cries fill the air.

The noises he makes as he laps at you, works you through your orgasm, brings you down slowly, are downright obscene; wet slurps, rough groans as you gush over his tongue. Douma could live between your legs if you let him.

"Douma," you gasp.

He positions himself at your slick entrance and easily pushes in.

You let out a loud growl, your head rolling back as his length stretches your pussy out. "Oh, yes, Douma-sama, yes!"

His hips snap as he thrusts hard into your pussy, his pace relentless. Douma lifts both of your legs and rests them against his shoulders, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust he makes. His pace quickens, and soon the chamber is filled with nothing but your moans and his guttural grunts until he reaches his climax, spilling his seed into your pulsating cunt.

"Mmm, that's it, my lotus. My little, beautiful flower."

[infinite-ticking-clock37]

Alright fellas, here's Infinites thoughts on III 17

!!SPOILERS BELOW!!

(Also CW for SilverCandle (for one of my moots))

Alright, so first off imma say I LOVED THIS EPISODE SO MUCH LIKE HOLY MOLY, IT WAS DIFFERENT FROM THE REST OF THE EPISODES IN A VERY GOOD WAY AND IT WAS FUNNY AS HELL TOO

Honestly SO GLAD that this was just to make extra episodes and not that the contestants help writing, idk why but I'm jus happy about thay

Sadly there wasn't much Silverloon this episode BUT WE GOT SOME SILVERCANDLE! AND I LIKE SILVERCANDLE SO THIS IS A WIN!!

Love his face bro omg. BRO IF THE OBJECTS CAN BLUSH THEN WE TOTALLY COULD'VE GOTTEN THE PART IN III 16 WHEN SILVER BLUSHES WHEN BALLOON COMPLIMENTS HIM AW MAN, tho this was very cute

THEN WE GOT MORE OF SILVERS INNER FLAME WHICH IS AMAZINGG

Sad that my theory on him setting on fire like a torch when his Inner flame comes out is wrong but yk we live on this is still cool (where's the cool third eye tho)

THEN WE GOT THE SUDDEN APPEARANCES OF CHEESY, PAPER, AND COINY FROM BFDI FOR SOME REASON

(didn't get a good screenshot of Coiny) also hfj one challenge real omg (I say we nominate Balloon to play the baby tomato/Charlie)

Oh god what to I talk about now uhhhhhhhhh OH YES

So much second hand embarrassment with that animation machine EVERYTIME, I CANT WATCH III 9 WITHOUT HAVING TO SKIP AHEAD FROM THE EMBARRASSMENT OF THE SHOWS, NOTHING GOOD COMES OUTTA THAT DAMN MACHINE AND THATS FINAL. (A little funny tho)

And to top this all off, GOODBYE NICKEL, YOU WILL BE MISSED!! FAREWELL

ok Nickels gone this means Silverloon has more opportunities for interactions =D /hj

Aww this is sweet I like this this is cute

Aww I'm slowly starting to like Nickloon a bit more aww-

OH WHAT THE FUCK AHH SPRINGY GO BACK DOWN THERE WHAT THE HELL I KNEW WE COULDN'T TRUST THAT DAMN WALKY TALKY WHAT THE HELL AHHHHHHH-

Anyways some final notes here

- Silver Spoon has a big fuckin crush on Candle

- Balloon is amazing at card towers

- Cabby can't draw for shit

- Springy is coming back

- fuck you Walky Talky lady

- II and BFDI are in the same universe

- Balloon can only befriend coins like the socially awkward guy he is (relatable I kin Balloon sm after that actually)

- Silver Spoon is amazing with cartoons

- i hate the animation machine

Thanks you for listening to me ramble about this episode there is just so much to talk about in this

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Random Headcannons 3 🌼🥀

Requested: naw

Characters: Scarabia + Pomefiore

A/N: I'm getting back into the writing mood yay I'll probably take requests in the future because I am slowly getting over writer's block. I looked up a word in Arabic and if the word is incorrectly translated incorrectly feel free to correct me.

If you liked reblogs and likes are appreciative <3

Kalim

Knock knock who's there? Autism br br br where the hoes at? not here

I love my Autistic headcanon for Kalim. I also saw a headcanon he has ADHD too. (I forgot the word for ADHD and Autism combined help)

When he's unmedicated Jamil is that one meme of Shinji his stress levels are high. He's practically lived with Kalim so he knows he can get hyper although he pushes through it being used to it.

I headcanon Kalim has sensory issues that mainly have to do with touch. (Mine are sound and taste :skull:)

Since he likes parties and is extremely sociable I feel like sometimes he can get overwhelmed he chills in his sensory swing. I also feel like since he plays the drums he does have backup headphones on hand in case it's too loud.

Jamil tends to calm him down with essential oils (Don't ask me what kind he likes I only know Rosemary, and Cherry blossom)

Jamil

Jamil drop the hair routine or I'll break your ankles Sangwoo style so you can't dance anymore. I will even report your music-listening account so you are no longer allowed to play hip hop DROP THE ROUTINE RN JAMIL

This is my no 2 pookie bear I love him sm ANYWAYS

I feel like in his alone time Jamil has his own hobbies he hides from Kalim and will go above and beyond just to have them to himself. One of those I feel like is reading romance books (Not the feral ones booktok gooners read) romance is one of the genres he reads I feel like he also reads fantasy. (He has read Pride and Prejudice)

He'd probably also go to art conventions on his spare time. He has a sketchbook and draws on occasion (I think he draws similar to Hyunjin's style)

Him and Kalim speak Arabic and English although I feel like when Jamil wants to cuss someone out or insult someone he will bring the Arabic out.

*Ace messes up a play*

Ace: so um great play

Jamil: اهبل (Google says this means stupid/idiot)

Ace: HUH?

Vil

*Throws my genderqueer headcannon at you Eminem style*

Gender queer Icon Vil.

If I am correct he is referred to as Queen by Rook?? so I believe Vil doesn't really care for pronouns and just simply exists. So Vil would use any pronouns interchangeably.

Also random headcannon but Vil's father is like..famous right? So I feel like he gets insulted and called a Nepo baby.

Peep Epel and Vil get into a fight and Epel calls him a Nepo baby. Oh all hell is breaking loose.

(I also headcannon he'd make an appearance in Eurovision)

Rook

I need Frenchie to become a slur so I can shout FRENCHIE at Rook 24/7

This man either has a really good memory or a diary in which he keeps info of students. (Their height, weight, UM, etc) its freaky ngl. AND NOT A GOOD FREAKY WAY.

I saw some art of him and Floyd in the bathroom and he was peeking over the urinal. BRO KEEP YA EYES ON YA JUNK.

I can imagine certain NRC students have a group chat dedicated to slandering Rook.

He probably knows about it :Skull:

Epel

Guys this my son <3

I am a firm believer he is an Amish hater.

"I hate the way you talk the way you walk" ahh beat.

From a farmer's perspective I don't think he's 100% vegan, but if you bribe him with bbq he will start foaming at the mouth.

Bro probably listens to Dixon Dallas good looking-

He's also a Dolly Parton and Carrie Underwood fan.

I feel like with people he's close with especially the first years he lets his country accent loose and it will get even looser if someone (or Yuu) has a country accent as well. The rest of the first years will be like "They are speaking in tongues"

[justlikearat]

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Jaime reyes you are so special to me omg…. You… you’re so special. He’s the specialist little guy. AGHHHHHHHHH it makes me insane thinking abt him. He’s so fun. He’s actually so great. It’s so unfair. Nobody gets him like i do, no, they do. But he’s special to me. He makes me crazy. I’m descending into madness for this bug guy. AHHH this is insane. This is. I’m so. AHHHH i need to bite him. I dont need him or need to be him i just need to put him in a glass jar and shake him. I’m obsessed. It’s. Insane. I need to draw him. I need more fics centering around him. He’s so. So. So good. I love him like. Like not in a romantic way like in a way that you love a. Idk. Idk. I’m. I’m crazy. There needs to be a word for the love of a fictional character like this. Like. I NEED to shake him around in a glass jar. He’s literally like. AHH. I like him sm. Idk. Idk how to describe it. Like. He’s. He’s someone id simp over but like. It’s beyond that. Like i simp for Brenda or la dama. But. He’s. He’s just special To me. Idk. Does anyone else like him??? I do. He’s crazy. I’m crazy. He’s normal. He’s acutally so me. I need more blue beetle moots. Anyway. I’m sane now. Sorry its like 1 am. :(.

[ottoslab]

(Shakes you) otto you've GOTTA tell me more about the freelance mystery solvers I GOTTA KNOW ABOUT EM WHAT ARE THEY DOIN !!! I love your designs sm btw your SO REAL FOR THIS AHH

HEEHEE ohhh ok cracks my knuckles. Im gonna be writing this right before passing Out for the night so apologies in advance if this isn’t very comprehensible but i will GLADLY explain the funny freelance mystery solvers o7

EDIT HI This got so long im putting it under a readmore KGJFNGKJSGK.

Also! I didn’t draw anything to go with this ask because i told myself id give my hand a break, but I do actually have some recent doodles of Vern and Kitty i was doing in between the lineup so I’ll put them here for a little display ^_^ theyre not in context of anything im about to mention, just some dynamic exploration stuff that are their own whole other rambles

Ok! Readmore time! Paragraphs of nonsense! For your viewing pleasure!

So!! Vernon and Kitty are both employed by True Psychic Tales independently of each other when theyre older. Vernon is an illustrator/interviewer for the graphic novel division and Kitty works in special effects makeup for the more-recent live action film division! They don’t end up crossing paths for a while until being assigned to work together to research stuff for an up-and-coming TPT film project or smth. They become work buddies after reconnecting (though they choose to mostly ignore the fact that they knew each other as kids due to How They Were back then. They’re both very embarrassed about it for numerous reasons)

It becomes commonplace for them to help each other out with projects, and eventually through their research (fact-checking and digging through old psychonauts mission archives) they start to come across old psychonauts files of unfinished or ‘suspicious’ looking missions, ones that normally didnt get the green light to be told in graphic novel form due to the fact that they were inconclusive and, as a result, don’t make for good stories.

Kitty and Vernon end up sort of… picking up on these old missions in their spare time. It’s not psychonauts work but its also not not psychonauts work, you know? They team up to try and work out what lead to dead ends in missions and cross-referencing possibly related stories with other stories, and go out into the field to try and get answers. I picture it a lot in my brain as an episodic mystery series vis a vis scooby doo. They pick their archived mission log of the week to check out, go out, get some answers, and get a conclusion to bring back to TPT and a new graphic novel is made of the story they were able to uncover! With some more overarching plots where they get a little in over their heads here and there.

Franke’s got a bit less of a fleshed out role in all of this atm, mostly because i havent thought of him as much as the other two? My current vague-idea i have is that she and kitty had a falling out during their teen years, and Franke calls Kitty and Vernon falsely claiming to have a lead on a mystery theyve been working on, in order to try and reconnect with Kitty after she stopped talking to him. He has to come clean when whatever she leads them to actually ends up being a real psychic issue, and she has to explain that she doesn’t know what’s going on because she hadn’t actually called in about anything legit.

Franke does end up being a good help despite technically being the reason they got into deep shit in the first place, and Vernon’s probably the one who asks her to stick around (Kitty isn’t against it, but definitely isn’t really all too welcoming about it either.) They definitely have a whole thing where they all get closer and Kitty and Franke get to mend fences (a character arc along the lines of franke realizing he was kind of a hardass who wanted to make up without actually accepting any faults, and some other super impressive character arcs along the way im sure.) And all three of them continue to go on mystery deep-dives and uncover unfinished psychonauts missions!! Wahoo yahoo!!

Mystery incorporated asses! They’re fun, i enjoy them a lot! Hopefully this is some good tidbits of detail for u thank u for asking about them :]

[corpsebridalshower]

Hello

I heard you take OC requests?

Say hello to Michael

This man is Lucifer’s twin, btw. He dearly misses his lil brother but if they ever meet again it will probably lead to an exchange of passive-aggressive comments

This man is powerful

He single-handedly banished an army of angels and his own twin??? I mean he’s the first angel but ahh

This is kinda how it went. That one comment might have saved Luci’s entire existence

I’m sorry for infodumping I just love this idiot sm

He’s so silly

He’s like that one cool uncle

He also has a burning hatred for Sera :D

This is his sword

It’s kinda always there with him, just dematerialised. You’ll rarely see him with it, he only summons the thing when he has to fight/when he’s angry af

He fli

I’M SORYR THERE’S SO MANY IMAGES LMAO

This is his original design

Would love if you could draw him :D

You don’ have to tho

I really love this and don’t apologize I enjoyed reading it! Here he is now! I tried to make him look as similar as possible to his twin brother! Michael everybody!

[bbiemochi]

(headcannons) what would it be like to date both chiaki and nazuna? how would their unitmates react? or how would they both make it work? also! the reader could be an idol as well :]

𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕 | nazuna & chiaki

[an]: i’m back hello—hi there anon let’s pretend this didn’t take a year to post ahahaah 🫠 tysm for requesting!

summary: fans in all across japan wonder…what’s it like to date an idol from the biggest idol company? y/n for sure knows what it feels…

pairing: nazuna & chiaki x g/n!reader! [ separate ! ]

genre: fluff!

NAZUNA NITO

• such a charming and thoughtful boyfriend!

• even if he was busy with idol schedule or university duties, he’d always find a way to have some time for you! <3

• as said, nazuna trusts you with all his heart, so please don’t hurt him! </3 he knows what it’s like to have a broken heart because of being separated.

• the type of bf to drag you into picnic dates (i reassure you they’re going to be sweet and adorable af so be prepared)

• ofc, he makes half of the desserts provided there.

• “here! try some! say, ahh!” a spoonful of sugar with sweetness was met with your tongue. he knows damn well how to make the best desserts.

• expect him to always hold your hand tight when among big crowds. ‘fears he might lose you then a minute later he’s the one who goes missing.

• loves drawing matching doodles in both of your arms! not big ones though, just those small cute designs :3 like a doodle of a bunny for example!

• it’s a little pressuring of how you have to highly keep your guys’ relationship a secret or else everyone will start exploding.

• but let me tell you, nazuna’s always by your side for comfort!

• candid photos of each other!

• he doesn’t like it when you treat him like the child of your relationship ToT

• he’s the oldest among the ra*bits! and even the other unit members from different idol groups!

• alwaysaskpermissionwhengivingheadpats

• let’s not forget, his unit members also have a huge liking towards you!

• including mitsuru! he always clings next to you whenever nazuna would bring you in for practice

• the members were just happy their ni-chan had found someone who understands him sm 🥹 difbsid proud children

[ IF S/O IS AN IDOL, TOO?? ]

• now for this, doing this has to take big (as in really big) responsibilities. idols dating another idol is a sign of danger and social media breakdowns from hardcore fans. the idols have to be extra careful when going out on dates, included.

• nazuna knew he was in love with you. someone from another idol unit. he doesn’t care how many terms or way he’ll say it, but he is highly infatuated with you.

• when he told to his unit members he’s officially has a date, and it was an idol—first, they were super happy for him (of course), though tomoya was the one who cut their celebration short and asked him if hiding a relationship with someone like you, would be easy.

• nazuna knows it isn’t simple. after all, two famous idols going out with one another…and if those idols have extreme fans? it’s almost like a death sentence. sure enough, nazuna will make it work for the both of you. he promises that <3

• dating nazuna as idols…eh, let’s say it was hard to always go out in disguises. masks, sunglasses, hats, you name it. you two did your absolute best to go out and look unrecognisable in public. paparazzis are crazy after all. the cinnamon cafe was the best destination mostly for your dates. praise niki.

• he’ll always make sure the atmosphere around you both is comfortable enough to be in, and once your approval has been ensured, the date begins.

• there were times their producer would invite you for collabs with rab*its, either for a song or a photoshoot, and with wide grins you knew this was the best thing to do while in a secret relationship.

• nevertheless, nazuna would do anything just to stick with you.

• he’ll sneak kisses as a reward at the back rooms ;)

CHIAKI MORISAWA

• buckle in, folks, for being in a relationship with this man is going to be a rollercoaster ride.

• CONGRATS! a hero has saved his love interest!

• being with chiaki morisawa…how do i put my finger into this?

• it’s almost like you’re the mother and he’s that super excited son going on a field trip. a small explanation of your relationship.

• though as said, chiaki’s love language is definitely acts of service without any doubts. he’s a hero after all!

• dates would him: mostly on arcades, karaokes, shopping sprees, and sometimes even visiting toy stores (i’m a 100% serious). this man is a definition of an adult toddler.

• also please don’t bring him into a test of courage :,) he will run like he was usain bolt.

• but he won’t leave you behind! that’s not what a hero does!

• anyways, matching hoodies!

• when he introduced you to his unit, you were immediately greeted by a guy in wet clothes (he just came out of a fountain).

• midori was polite while the other two were loudly shaking your hand.

• “you’re y/n, right?!!! i’m tetora!”

• “i’m shinobu sengoku! nice to finally meet you!”

• they’re like his children tf..(i love them).

• midori was…err, timid. though most of his questions were like: “how are you able to keep up with this guy? isn’t it a bother?” yet you just told him that you were used to it because simply you love him :)

• soon, ryuseitai became so used to your presence it’s so cute ToT

[ IF S/O IS AN IDOL TOO?? ]

• just like nito’s, this was going to be extremely difficult for both you and chiaki, now you two stand as a popular figure in the idols’ industry.

• though, he promises big time, he’ll make it work between you two. he promises that.

• he talked with a lot of producers and managers to let him have this one secret within off the media’s knowledge, and after a long time of consent they agreed.

• actually, i bet he’ll give zero shits if you two are seen in public. he’ll actually be proud to let everyone know you two are a thing now. (depends if your industry is strict, that is).

• “c-chiaki…! wait, we’re in public…!”

• “dash out of the cameras, love!” <33

• you two are fools in love, what else?

• gradually, midori knew about your relationship, and now he’s praying a thousand prayers for your guys’ safety from the media T^T <33

• “idol fans are weird” —midori takamine. but scratch that, he thinks they’re creepy.

• don’t worry! if you two ever run into trouble, ryuseitai is there to rescue the day! chiaki double included.

• there are times things don’t go as planned, and prepare for the most sweetest apology you’ll ever hear from someone. (he’ll drag tetora for help).

• with chiaki as your lover, he promises nothing but affection, acts of service, and words of encouragement. and a ring he’d like to slip in your finger one day.

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a/n: hi, firstly, i’m so sorry for disappearing for months :,} like i said, i’m a very busy peep, school’s a bithc and what not. motivation is lost these past couple of months and that’s why i took a small break. besides, i’m lowkey getting into blue lock that’s why, too :,3 hope you lovelies understand~ <3 i love u all, mwah. sorry again for late replies for your requests