#all cool tho. after all it is commission work!

[thebuttsmcgee]

THE SAME PLUSH CREATOR FOR THE LUMITY PLUSHES HAS PLANS FOR A WILLOW AND HUNTER PLUSH SET LETS GOOOOO

[todayisafridaynight]

Your brain is massive and your opinions are correct. I fucking LOVE SA2 and Shadow bro 😭 Last time I revisited my Sonic era I was trying to unlock training mode in Shadow by A-ranking all the missions and bosses. SA2/Shadow/Sonic Heroes/Sonic Riders were the ones I replayed (and still do every couple of years) the most :)

my god PLEAAASSE THE TRAINING/EXPERT MODE IN SHADOW i love how the hints just fuck off and are replaced by the cast chattin with shadow.... like black doom the fuck are you doin talkin to me you are dead.... leave me alone.....

as a part of my All-326-Routes playthrough of shadow im SO stoked to unlock that mode again for the first time in like. A Decade... i've just been clearing out all the routes from the very top all the way down but i might just A-rank all the levels and routes first just to get the mode..

the adventure games + shadow are my faves to play honestly like as much as i still do like sonic games nowadays i just really enjoyed that 3d free-roaming aspect of the gamecube era games (and even 06: just wish it wasnt such a glitchy mess and i was more of a fan of the models/art style)

PLUS WITH THE ADVENTURE GAMES YOU HAVE THE CHAOS LIKE WHY DID THEY GET RID OF THEM BRING THEM BACK !!!!! THEY WERE SO CUTE

[sleepey-demon-liker]

i wanted to ask for something with levi x a streamer reader, like reader is a pretty popular gaming streamer! :D reader as male pawsible 👉👈

Sounds so cute, let's go~ ☆

Leviathan with a Male Streamer Reader

Levi thinks it's so SO cool that you stream! No matter what platform you stream on, he is always the first one there, donating you hundreds in every single stream. How does he even get that money? He just says don't worry about it~!

He admires you for having the confidence to go in front of an audience and present yourself in such an honest and sincere way. (Games bring out the true feelings of the heart, according to him) Though, he wishes he could have you all to himself... Not that he would ever tell you that! Baka! (LOL sorry ik I'm cringe)

He would also totally commission you a vtuber model if you wanted or are interested in one! Of course, he loves seeing your handsome face stream games, but something about having an anime-like persona is just so appealing to him... and hot... oh no he's blushing now-

Totally clips your streams without you even knowing it's him. He'll post funny moments of you out of context on a deviltube account, moments that made him laugh, moments that made him blush, really he saves everything you stream, whether he posts it or not. Bro probably has a whole flash drive of clips and whole vods downloaded he is obsessed-

If you only started streaming after you guys were together he would totally buy you the highest quality pc and consoles and setup- literally the works. (Again how the hell does he get the money for this-)

If you had member exclusive streams you can bet he's gonna be there too. He is one of your highest tier members and superchats even more money than he does in regular streams! He is just so supportive of you, he loves you so much, this is one of the ways he shows it

Would definitely nosebleed if you gave him a personal stream. He swears his heart will burst out of his chest because you make him so so embarrassed but... he can't get enough... That's the Avatar of Envy for you! Let him have all your attention now, won't you handsome~?

Another request done! I really like this one, I love Levi, and being a streamer sounds so cool, I would totally wanna be a vtuber if I ever got the chance, I would need an agency tho bc I'm broke asf lolll. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed~

See you lovelies next time~ ☆

[shapelytimber]

Wdym it's been 5 months ? Anyway, here is the end of my little comic serie about this niche Skyrim mod

*Insert me 100%ing the 4th arc of the hit mod 'vigilant' for the elder scrolls V Skyrim with little difficulty having a grand ol' time*

I messed up my files so Teldryn divorced me while I was away ckgkckkc And you know what good for him, he got a cottage and a kid out of it

[PART 1] - [PART 2] - [PART 3]

[COMMISSIONS]

If you're interested in my thoughts about this mod, you can read that below (it's fucking long so I'm sparing you all just here for the art to have to scroll through all that) vvv

A fantastic mod for sure ! I had so much fun, the voice acting was (for the most part) quite impressive, the music !!!!!!!!! Excuse me who gave this mod permission to have this fucking banger of an ost ???? Loved the new environnements, and there was so much of them !! Especially in act 4, I felt that all the locations had a unique and gorgeous aesthetic (frankly it was the most fun I had doing dungeons in skyrim... the bar is on the floor tho- if I ever see another nordic tomb or draugr I'll not be responsible for my actions), and fucking impressive mise en scene.

And the fights were so fun ??? In skyrim ?? Incredible.

But I still have some problems with it- first let's get the elephant out of the room : act 1 and 2... Boy oh boy were they not so great- I get that the begining is a slow burn to 1) get to know the vigilants of stendar, and 2) drive home the fact that the vigilants are quite incompetent and stendar hates them. Ok this is cool ! And they definetly were some highlights, like with the story of the three kajiits (I'm not good with remembering names (forshadowing for later-)), the ending of act 1, and uuuuuuuhhhh underground windhelm looked sick in act 2 !

But the quests in general were not very fun, at least not fun enough to distract me from the parts of the scenario I understood- which were kind of sexist and not that interesting (the sexism doesn't get better with act 3 and 4 but at least I'm having fun)- like I don't expect great women characters, this is still a tes mod, and it definitly doesn't get to "the man writting this is a fucking creep and I'm not playing this any longer" territory... But all the women we interact with are either : prostitutes, mothers/wives, or abuse(it's nearly always rape) victims- like I don't really mind that the first quest is to track down a vampire prostitute who propose to show me her sweetrolls, but it gets pretty tiresome after a while (and kinda ridiculous, like do all the big musley men I'm fighting in act 4 have to angst about their wives ? Can't a big musley woman angst about her partner too...). The worst one is Lamae Bal. From the charadesign, to the dialogues with her, to her story- hated that.

And also we don't have much dialogue choices and ways to influence the story in these 2 (3) first acts. Which I understand like this is a lot of work for fan content, but it's such a stark contrast to act 4 it's a bit jaring.

But speaking of the story... I get this is a very thoughtful and well researched story. A lot of work reading the tes wiki as been done by the author... But I, on the other hand, did not read the entire extended lore wiki- and I admit I was not understanding any of it during Act 4. Like I got a general idea, and the epic, dramatic and emotional moments were still impactful ! But I really don't think the author did a great job getting the story accross, and the more the mod progress, the more this problem becomes relevant. The recuring problem of tes games is that they have really deep interesting lore that we rarely get to see in the games ; the problem of this mod is that we get presented with this lore as if we already knew it.

And after watching an explaination of the story, it's such a shame because it's really good !! And well written ! But I don't think I should need a youtube video to understand it...

Also omfg I am not good with names mod please- everything has like 2-3 different weird fantasy names (but it's never explained it's the same thing, and what the thing is is never explained-), there is a billion men characters with weird ass long names, and the mod expects me to remember them all 5-6 hours after they got killed ??? I don't remember them 5 seconds after I'm done talking to them-

But I had fun playing it, and that's what matters <3 and I'll never get other twink molag bal <3

Also, my mage dragonborn is even more op now omg I can summon an army of 8ft musle men + molag bal + Jyggalag ??? The only fight I had a bit of trouble with was Pelinal's, the rest got obliterated easily (by Pelinal) kgkgkfjfifb

I'll probably need to nerf Elaris at some point in the future-

[iamnmbr3]

what are some really outstandingly written and creative hp fics. (please no wholeslae canon rewrites tho. AUs are fine).

Here are a few fics that I find to be especially outstanding and creative and well written.

Amulette d'amour by The_Carnivorous_Muffin, Vinelle (words: 58,092 | not rated | Tom Riddle/Alphard Black)

Tom is commissioned to repair a magical amulet.

Why I rec it: Listen. This fic is absolutely phenomenal. It has a fascinating and well developed exploration of wizarding society, brilliant and highly complex and multifaceted characterization, and very original and unique plotting. It's extraordinarily well written and is both thought provoking and dramatic as well as laugh out loud funny in places. It's not a fic premise or pairing I would ever have imagined but it's legitimately an outstanding piece of writing that will live rent free in your head.

At Your Service by Faith Wood (faithwood) ( words: 95,752 | rating: E drarry )

Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There’s only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.

Why I rec it: This is the closest to book 8 that I've seen. Stylistically it really recalls the feel and structure of the canon books and it has a lot of really cool plot developments and world building. It follows on nicely from the rest of the series and expands on whats there. It feels like a book 8 where drarry happens.

the pleasure, the privilege by asterismal (asterisms) (words: 19,901 | rating: M | Harry/Voldemort | CW: Horror, Extremely dark themes)

It begins with Vernon Dursley’s body, dead across the table. In which Voldemort is dosed with amortentia, and nothing is better for it.

Why I rec it: It takes a crack plot premise and runs with it and really makes it work in a serious way. This fic is DARK and very unique and creative in its plot resolution. It kept me on the edge of my seat and is incredibly innovative and dramatic.

Running on Air by eleventy7 ( words: 74,876 | rating: T | drarry)

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

Why I rec it: Brilliantly well done characterization and amazing world building and plot. The relationship and characters all develop so naturally and the writing is incredibly beautiful. It never feels rushed and yet you can't put it down.

Denude by Faith Wood (faithwood) (words: 4,172 | rating: E | drarry | CW: Underage)

This is a HBP AU. It's set a few days after the Sectumsempra scene and takes the story in another direction, asking the question: "What if the Sectumsempra scene had a greater impact on Harry and Draco?" Harry and Draco are sixteen. In medias res beginning. Non-linear storytelling.

Why I rec it: Stylistically it feels like it could be taken out of book 6. The characterization and dialogue is so spot on and its very emotionally evocative.

Sparkling Cyanide by Asenora (words: 1,415 | rating: G | Gen | complete)

Tom Riddle had nothing to do with the death of Hepzibah Smith. Hokey had just had enough of being a slave.

Why I rec it: Amazingly creative world building and premise and characterization. It feels brand new and yet wholly plausible and right.

[floorbe]

“Straying Eyes” [Hector Barbossa x Fem!Reader]

**Commission for @jesseapples !**

Warnings: phonetic spelling of accents, p in v s/x, possessive behavior / language, hints of soft Barbossa, men hit on reader in a pub but not for long

Summary: When you and the rest of the Black Pearl’s crew finally docked in Tortuga, you hoped for a night of celebration in the pubs— of course, things never quite go to plan, do they?

Or;

Drunken men hit on you in a pub and Barbossa gets jealous.

Pairings: Hector Barbossa/fem!Reader

A/N: gods this dialect was hard to pin down, so so fun to work on tho omg

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Word count: ~5.3k

~

As much as you loved the sea, and you did love it, you were excited to stand on solid ground that didn’t shift and shudder beneath your feet with every wave. As sturdy as the Black Pearl was, you couldn’t help how the creaks and groans of the wood at night reminded you that you really were at the sea’s will. 

This fact popped into your head once more as you hopped easily off the boarding plank and onto the pier below. Despite the disorienting feeling of walking on steady ground again instead of the familiar pull and weave of the ship, the earthy (and alcoholic) scent steadied you. You stretched your arms over your head, cracking your back with a grunt as you felt your muscles stretch. 

Before you could take a step forward there was a familiar warmth pressed against your lower back. You let out a curious hum, tilting your head back to meet your partner’s gaze. Barbossa’s cool blue eyes met yours with a smug cock of his eyebrow. His fingers tapped a rhythm on your lower back before settling on your hip, tugging you into his side. 

“Attached already?” you teased quietly, nudging his side with your hip, “We’ve barely docked, Cap’n.” 

He scoffed beside your ear, rolling his eyes with a scowl you knew was just for show by the way his hand squeezed your hip with faux warning. “Be it a crime now to lay claim in what’s mine?” he asked. His voice dropped an octave as he leaned a bit closer to rumble sarcastically, “Forgive me if I’ve… concerns about the ingrates that swarm the bars of Tortuga.”

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out, cheeks warming at the reminder. “...Maybe,” you retorted lamely after a moment, clearing your throat. 

He hummed, tapping his fingers on your hip once more before drawling, “Well, what’s another crime added to our list, hm?” 

You groaned playfully, turning away from his faux curious gaze. His breath puffed against your neck as he laughed at your demeanor, pulling away only to lead you alongside him as the rest of the crew crowded past you, scattering through the streets of Tortuga. 

You let yourself be dragged towards your usual pub, slipping inside the rowdy bar with ease. The familiar warmth of Barbossa’s hand on your hip faded as you both weaved through the crowd, ducking beneath potted plants being thrown and beer spillage. It was easy for you after all of these years, the pub becoming like a second home (ship?) away from home with how often you all stopped there. The musicians played a hearty tune as you spun through the sea of people, eyes scanning any available seats. 

As you slipped into an unoccupied bar seat you felt a familiar presence looming over your shoulder. You glanced to the side to find Barbossa leant comfortably on the stool beside you, scanning over the crowd with an elbow twisted to rest on the bartop behind him. He briefly met your gaze, raising his brows in acknowledgement before turning back to the crowd. You watched as Jack, the little monkey that had grown quite fond of you, scittered down his arm to the counter before grappling onto your shoulder. 

“Hi, Jack,” you cooed, reaching a finger up to scratch behind his fuzzy ear. He let out a trill of contentment, butting into your finger encouragingly as you relayed your order to the bartender. The presence was one you were all too familiar with by now; Barbossa often had Jack “watch over” you when he couldn’t be around to do it himself. 

It was sweet really, how protective Barbossa was over you when he claimed to be otherwise. It was also, admittedly, a bit annoying how often he seemed to swoop in whenever you were faced with the tiniest bit of danger. Even now you remembered how, when you two had first started seeing each other, he would shove you out of the skirmishes on deck in favor of banishing you to his cabin. Despite how furious you always were at the end, he ended up brushing off your complaints with a sneering reminder of who was Captain. 

It had taken you a long while to see through his cold demeanor and realize it wasn’t that he thought you couldn’t take care of yourself, rather that he hadn’t wanted to risk anything happening to you. It was a startling yet sweet realization, one festered with his taunts of how “there be a reason naught but few ladies on these seas”. It was bullshit, of course, an insult to keep you at arms length from his feelings. 

Still, the concern from him was… touching. You rarely saw the softer side of Barbossa, even when concealed with his snark, and any reminder of it left your heart clenching in affection for the man. You supposed Jack was proof of that, regardless, though– your furry friend only ever left your shoulder to perch on Barbossa’s. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts as a mug was placed in front of you, the bartender already whirling around to serve another patron. You took a big gulp of the drink, nose scrunching up at the burn that followed. You suppressed a cough, favoring swirling in your barstool to survey the bar once again. Your gaze flitted through the crowd, searching for any familiar figure. 

You barely made out one of your crew, Ragetti, trying in vain to grasp his wooden eye that you assumed was rolling on the floor. You snickered into your mug, taking another gulp as you appreciated the view of Ragetti’s frantic crawling and weaving through the crowd’s legs. The blasting bar music muted whatever he was trying to yell, and you huffed out a laugh when someone ended up tripping on the eye, setting their angry sights on Ragetti as the culprit. 

Before you could witness what was certainly most entertaining fight of the night, you felt Jack’s tiny claws sink into the cloth of your shirt with a quiet chirp. You furrowed your brows, tilting your head to see whatever had caught his attention. Before you could turn fully, you felt a weight snake around your waist from your side. Assuming it to be Barbossa, you swiveled in your seat with a growing smile. 

It immediately faded into a scowl when you didn’t recognize the patron. His eyes were hazy, already way too drunk to be in the bar, a sleazy grin on his face that you were sure he thought was sexy. You cringed, leaning away from him with a roll of your eyes, “Not interested.” 

“H-hey gor-rgeous,” he slurred out, batting his eyes. He either hadn’t heard you, or… didn’t care. Either way, it made your frustration spike. 

“Take y’er hand from my hip or you’ll be losin’ it,” you growled, shoving his chest. Jack screeched in what you assumed was agreement, quickly clawing at the man’s face for emphasis. Too drunk, Jack’s claws easily met with the man’s cheek, blood already clotting from the scratch. 

“Y-ye fuckin’ rat!” the man shouted in surprise, stumbling backwards. In the time you’d taken to reject this man, another had saddled up on the other side of you, his smooth voice booming in your ear uncomfortably. 

“The lady said nay,” the new man scoffed, wrapping an arm around your waist. You cocked an eyebrow in disbelief at the bold move, turning to see the, slightly less, drunk man who took it upon himself to “save” you. “Ye okay, lass?” he asked with a crooked grin, sending a wink towards you before continuing, “I can keep y’a company, lass. Keep these scoundrels away.” 

“Nay, she won’t be needin’ the likes of you to assist her,” another voice growled, one that sent a flutter through your chest. Jack screeched in greeting, scampering off of your shoulder to race up the inky black sleeve of your beloved. 

“An’ who are you to speak for th’ lady?” the man scoffed, tightening his grip around your waist. You’d forgotten his arm was still around you, scrunching your nose in disgust as you made eye contact with Barbossa. The corner of his lip curled up into a scowl you’d seen far too often, his hand instinctively snaking down to his holster. 

“Her lover,” he ground out with a snarl of his lips, eyes narrowing dangerously. In a flash, Barbossa’s gun was pressed to the man’s jaw, prodding uncomfortably as he toyed with the trigger. “Whaddya think, Jack?” he taunted, tilting his head to the monkey, who chittered in response. A sick grin grew on his face at the supposed response, cocking the barrel with a practiced thumb, “Aye, you be right, Jack. He be worthless.” 

Within seconds the man’s arm was jerking away from your waist, palms raising up in surrender. You watched the man gulp, trembling as Barbossa leant in closer to him. Your chest squeezed once again at the display. Another reminder of his care for you. …Even if he was about to shoot someone in a bar. 

“Cap’n,” you tried, raising a hand to rest it on his forearm. His eyes flit to yours briefly, raking down your form to check for anything that might’ve happened. His thumb didn’t relax until you stepped closer, squeezing his arm with a silent reassurance. You were fine. 

His scowl deepened momentarily, and with a flourished spin his gun was back in his holster. Jack let out a whine that you swore sounded disappointed as the man stumbled back. “I’d advise y’e keep y’er hands to yourself, boy,” Barbossa hissed, watching intently as the man scrambled away, “Lest ye lose ‘em to a man far crueler than I.” 

Before you could process what had happened, Barbossa’s arm was curled tight around your waist, fingers digging into your hip almost painfully. Within moments you were dragged out of your own seat, hands scrambling for purchase on his sleeve. Your feet bent awkwardly as he pulled you onto his lap, his arm steady around you. 

Your back hit the solid warmth of his chest, thighs slotting between his as you shifted to get more comfortable. His chin settled on your shoulder, and when you felt his warm breath puff against your cheek, you instinctively leaned your head against his. You huffed softly, leaning back into his embrace as your brows furrowed in annoyance. 

“Thank y’e,” you mumbled, reaching out to grab your mug of rum for a sip, “Gods forbid I spend more than a few minutes alone lest the dogs swarm.” 

He hummed in your ear, his arm shifting around you more securely, “Dogs be a lackluster term for the vermin here.” 

“An’ what would you choose?”

“Feckless ingrates, horned mutts, cockroaches–” 

“Aye, aye,” you laughed, leaning back into his chest and earning a huff of laughter against your cheek, “Well, it be not our problem now–” you were cut off by him suddenly shifting beneath you, raising you both up from the seat. 

You felt yourself being tugged away from the bar, eliciting a surprised exclamation and a final gulp from your mug. “Hector,” you whined in his ear, squirming in his hold, “I didn’t even get to get tipsy–” 

“I’ve rum in my cabin,” he muttered, not relieving his grip on your hip.

“The crew–?”

“Will find their way back,” he shot you a sharp glance, squeezing your hip lightly as he dragged you out of the bar. 

You groaned in frustration, struggling to hold back the amused grin trying to worm onto your face. “Is that how ye thank y’er savior?” he mocked, rolling his eyes as he shoves open the pub’s doors.

“Thank you,” you retorted sarcastically. Despite your tone, you readily leaned into his side as he weaved through the alleyways of Tortuga. He huffed in response, and you’re sure that if you’d seen his face he would be rolling his eyes once again. He was silent the rest of the short trip. Silence wasn’t unusual for you two; many nights you two spent in his cabin silent, him charting his maps and you milling around with his trinkets or reading.

You admired the stars above as he led you back to the boarding plank, wood creaking beneath your boots. You hopped onto the ship easily, noting the way Barbossa’s hand slid from his ironclad grip on your hip to resting firmly on your lower back. You resisted a shiver at the feeling, biting the inside of your lip as he guided you to his cabin. 

“Were I a dumber man,” he started finally, kicking his door behind him shut, “I’d say y’e enjoyed that little show.” 

“Enjoyed?” you scoffed, sending a grin over your shoulder, “Sure, if you call me getting two sips of my rum enjoyable–” 

You were cut off by his hand snaking down to grip your ass, squeezing one cheek between his nimble fingers. A startled noise was ripped from your mouth, back arching instinctively to flinch away from his hand. “What was it you were sayin’?” he taunted, his other hand raising to trace his nail along your jawline. 

You scowled at the action, twisting your head to angle a half-hearted glare at him, “I said,” you repeated, a pout gracing your lips as his hands left your form, reaching for his own stash of alcohol, “I only got two sips of my rum before you interrupted me.” 

“I interrupted you?” he guffawed with an obvious roll of his eyes as he poured you a replacement mug of rum, “An’ I suppose we’ll just be ignorin’ the attention you got, then?” 

“Aye,” you tutted, crossing your arms defiantly, “We will be.”

“Ah,” he gave you a thin smile as he placed the rum in front of you, “So, am I right t’be assumin’ you liked the attention y’got?” 

“You know I didn’t,” you shot back, snatching the cup from in front of you to bring to your lips, “I just want one night where I’m not dragged out by the end of the first hour.” 

“Be it my fault those ingrates–?” 

“No,” you groan frustratedly, “But do we have to leave the second it happens?” 

“Well, apologies for not enjoyin’ the way those boys were tryin’ to take what’s mine.” 

“Why d’you care, Hector? You know I be yours,” you sighed again, rapping your foot on the wooden floor quietly. 

“Aye, you are, and it seems y’e need a reminder of it,” he rumbled, taking your chin between his fingers, forcing your eyes to meet his. You met his icy gaze, resisting a shudder at how intensely he inspected your features, as if trying to commit them to memory. He thumbed gently at your bottom lip, almost tender in the way it traced over every curve and dip. His gaze trailed over your features, his own softening slightly, only enough for you to notice how his brows unfurrowed the tiniest bit, how his nigh permanent scowl seemed to quirk up into something almost affectionate. 

You swallowed hard, heat blooming in your cheeks at how vulnerable you felt under his eyes. When you tried to glance away, feeling embarrassed at the attention, you only heard him tut quietly, similar to a sound he makes when scolding Jack. 

“Shy?” he asked, the corner of his lip raising to reveal a crooked smirk.

“...Nay. Hard to concentrate when y’er looking at me like that,” you mumbled, scrunching your nose in defiance at his taunt. 

He hummed in response, using his grip on your chin to turn your eyes back to him, “An’ how else should I be lookin’ at y’e?”

The question made you falter, combing through your mind for any sort of smart retort. It seemed you took a moment too long, for you heard Barbossa’s chuckle as his thumb climbed up your lip and prodded at the seam. Obediently, you allowed his thumb into your mouth, dropping your jaw agape. 

“Cat got y’er tongue, lass?” he continued, emphasizing his words by pressing the pad of his thumb down on your tongue with an amused chuckle. You closed your lips around his thumb, nipping the flesh playfully. 

Barbossa’s eyebrow cocked, slipping his thumb out of your mouth with a scowl (one that you knew was teasing from the softened curves of his expression) before rolling his eyes, “Charmin’. No wonder I’ve competition for y’er affections.”

“Aye, I’m a catch,” you grinned up at him, placing your rum aside as he drew closer. 

“Aye, and y’er mine,” he growled out, eyes crinkling as he grinned crookedly down at you. 

You couldn’t stop the shudder that ripped through you even if you’d tried, swallowing hard at the sudden warmth pooling in your abdomen. Fuck, sure he’d said similar before, but never this direct. He seemed to notice your sudden flustering, for he chuckled before tugging you up out of the chair. 

“Ah, hit a nerve, love?” he nearly purred, his free arm snaking around your waist. 

“...Nay,” you lied, feigning nonchalance. You could practically feel your clit swelling, each throb making your mind fuzzier. His hand squeezed your hip before tugging you closer, pressing your hips flush to his. You were just barely able to suppress the gasp that threatened to slip from your lips. 

“Ah, so if I were to…” he released your chin, instead sliding his hand down the side of your torso, tracing each curve before halting just above the waistband of your pants. 

“Go ahead,” you breathed out, swallowing hard. You could feel the lips of your cunt already sticking to your underwear, clinging to the fabric as his hand dipped beneath your bottoms. 

You shivered as the pads of his fingers traced over your folds over the underwear, tutting teasingly, “Y’wouldn’t happen to be lying, would y’e?” he murmured, pressing a finger down on your clit, just weighted enough to make you gasp. 

Encouraged by your response, he let his finger circle your clit through your underwear, applying the slightest bit more pressure. Your knees weakened at the sudden pleasure, clasping onto his sleeve to keep steady. “U-unfair, Hector–”

He cut your complaint off with a laugh, crowding closer to you to guide you back to the bed, “Unfair that I know y’er body better than those slobberin’ mutts?” 

“Aye,” you pouted, allowing him to back you up onto the bed. 

“Best hope I be feelin’ merciful today, then,” he retorted, eyes glinting in the dim lighting as he climbed on top of you, “Though, somehow, I think that be not the case…” 

A snarky reply made home on the tip of your tongue, furrowed brows accompanying the playful scowl that curled your lips. Before you could bite back at him his hand was finally slipping underneath your underwear, calloused fingers dipping through your folds. You shuddered at the feeling, hips bucking up when his thumb joined in by pressing down on your clit. 

You gasped out a moan, leaving your cheeks feeling warmer at the sudden noise. Barbossa’s chuckling was not helping your flustered state, and neither was the way his middle finger circled your hole teasingly. You swallowed down another soft moan as the tip of his finger just barely dipped into you, swirling around as if collecting your slick. 

“What was it y’e were sayin’, lass?” he laughed breathily, sliding his finger up to swirl your wetness against your clit before pinching it lightly. He grinned as your hips twitched, a noise mixed with pain and pleasure jetting from your lips. You bit your lower lip instead of responding, knowing him well enough by now to know he would just do it again if you tried. 

You felt his hand slip out of your underwear, leaving a trail of wet as he glided up your abdomen. You watched with interest as he raised his hand to his mouth, only to gawk when he popped his middle finger into his mouth. “Y-you…” you sputtered, still reeling from the sudden rush of arousal that shot through you at the sight. Your body burned, a deep throb reminding you of how empty you felt without him in you. Gods, was it really this easy to rile you up? You would be embarrassed if he didn’t look so fucking hot doing it. 

“Better than apples,” he teased after a moment, licking his lips as if to collect any leftover fluid. He looked over your expression with obvious amusement, eyes crinkling in a silent laugh as he leaned closer to you, “Want a taste, love?” 

You found yourself nodding before you even processed his offer, body buzzing in need of any sort of relief, any sort of touch from him. Your hand found the nape of his neck, dragging him down to meet you.

His lips met yours in a passion, his tongue immediately licking the seam of your lips. You bit his lower lip teasingly, refusing his tongue entry into your mouth. You vaguely felt his hand reach up to cup your chin, keeping you in place as his other hand dipped beneath your underwear once again. This time, his finger had no problem slipping into your dripping entrance, eliciting a gasp from you. 

Barbossa used the startling to lick into your mouth, slipping his tongue against yours and exploring the familiar grooves of you. You moaned softly as he slowly added another finger, sinking them deeper at a painfully gradual pace as you squirmed beneath him. 

Your tongue tangled with his eagerly, pressing closer to him as you faintly tasted your juices on his tongue still. He seemed pleased by the reaction, for he let out a low groan and quickly sped up his fingers, curling up into that perfect spot that made your hips jerk. His mouth quickly moved from your mouth to trail down to the column of your throat, nipping at the skin before suckling harshly on the sensitive area. You tipped your head to the side, encouraging the marking as you grinded down onto his fingers. 

“Needy,” he growled against your neck before letting his thumb join below and rub circles on your sticky clit. “Still pissy we left early?” he continued, pairing it with a third finger sliding into you, spreading out to stretch your hole.

Even his fingers inside of your aching hole weren’t enough to sate the deep emptiness you felt in your core, even if you felt your orgasm coming along quite quickly because of them. Nothing compared to feeling his thick cock splitting you open, throbbing inside of you as his arms caged you in… Fuck, the thought was enough to send you to the edge as is. 

The feeling of Barbossa’s fingers sliding out of you snapped you back to attention, an irritated groan leaving your lips as you shot him a weak glare. Your cunt ached at the emptiness, walls clenching around nothing. “N-no,” you answered finally as he cocked a brow at you. 

He hummed in mock thought, using his now free hands to rumple up your shirt, rolling it easily over your head. “An’, remind me, love,” he started, voice in almost a coo as his fingers found your puffy nipples, rolling them over with his thumbs, “Why is it that we left?” 

You shuddered at the new stimulation, back arching slightly to encourage the action, “Th-there were men–”

“Cretins,” he corrected swiftly with a pinch to one of your nipples. 

“C-cretins,” you repeated, body shuddering as he crowded more into your space, spreading your legs with his knees as he knelt above you, “And you be jealous.” 

Despite the technically correct answer, his lips curled back into a scowl with a roll of his eyes, “You might want’a be rephrasin’ that, lass.”

“An’ how would I rephrase it, Cap’n?” you retorted. He scoffed before shifting closer, hooking your knees over his thighs as he leant over you. You felt his hips slot against yours, his already hardened cock rubbing deliciously against your clothed clit. 

“That I was almost plundered,” he growled, rutting his hips against yours with a low groan. His hardened cock rubbed against your clit, making you gasp as your hips instinctively moved in tandem to meet his. 

“Pl-plundered? What, am I an object?” you bit back, though the breathy tone in your voice left the edge weak. 

“What be mine was almost taken from me,” he rumbled, hips rolling perfectly against yours as his hands eagerly groped your breasts. His eyes were locked onto yours, glinting in what you could only describe as a predatory fashion. He continued breathlessly as he leant closer, “Be that not plundering?” 

Your hips jerked at the statement, eyes fluttering closed briefly as your poor pussy clenched around nothing. 

“Aye, that be what I thought,” he chuckled, interrupting your protests with another hump of his hips. 

“H-Hector,” you gasped out, shooting him a weak glare, “Stop teasin’-”

He tsked, halting the movement of his hips to give you a cocky grin, “Nay, I think there be a better way to ask, don’t you?” 

You let out an indignant groan, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. The sudden lack of friction was making your head fuzzy; you tried to grind your hips again instinctively. Barbossa’s hands were gripping your hips almost immediately, stilling any movement you hoped to make. He tilted his head, pouting teasingly down at you as if he wasn’t the one contributing to your frustration. You could feel his bulge grazing lightly against your soaked folds, crumbling any resolve you may have had to be defiant for him. 

“Yours, I’m yours, now please–”

“Y’can do better than that, lass,” his hand slid over to lightly circle your clit through your bottoms, putting just enough pressure to make you squirm underneath him, seeking more friction than the almost painfully light touches. Heat rushed through your body, throbbing deliciously and making your mind spin. 

“Need you to fuck me,” you finally gasped out, clutching onto the ruffles of his shirt as your hips strained against his hold, “I feel so empty, please, need you inside me–” 

Barbossa growled at your words, moving to grip your bottoms. He yanked them off in one go, revealing your drippy folds to his eyes. You matched his energy easily, unbuckling his belt and dragging his pants down to reveal his aching cock. You wasted no time taking it into your hand; it was heavy and hot, and as you gave it a shallow pump you swore you already saw a bead of precum dribbling out of his tip. 

It seemed Barbossa was just as eager, for within moments his cock was prodding at your pudgy clit, hips jerking to rub against it. You shuddered at the feeling, whining with a kick of your hips and eliciting another chuckle from Barbossa as he finally, finally, edged his tip into your fluttering hole. 

Your eyes rolled back as he slowly sank into you, caging you with his arms as his cock bullied its way into you, splitting you deliciously open. “I’d say y’e were thrown overboard with how wet you be,” he mumbled, a low groan underlining his words as he pressed his forehead against yours.

The comment sent a snort of laughter through you; true as it was, here he was, cock stretching you open, and he compared you to a traitor thrown overboard. “Romantic, Cap’n,” you retorted playfully, squeezing your cunt around his cock for emphasis. You caught his familiar eye roll before you squeezed, making him groan and jerk his hips. 

The sharp riposte poised on his tongue died as you squeezed around him again, forcing a low moan from his lips as his form shuddered above you. Instead of replying, he set a slow but deep pace, hips slotting against yours.

A choked moan left your lips as you felt his balls slap against the backs of your thighs, his elbows dipped on either side of your head. One of his hands reached down to pinch your clit once more, grinning at the whine you let out. You could feel his cock throbbing and twitching inside of your cunt, eager to feel you contract around him once more. 

Truly, nothing compared to how Barbossa would fuck you. His mouth circled your nipple, suckling it as his pace quickened with each clamp of your walls. You could feel your orgasm rapidly building already, mind already too hazy to care about how wanton your cries were coming out. 

It was, of course, right when you were about to tip over the edge that he halted. You let out a petulant groan, tossing your head back in frustration of being denied your pleasure again. Barbossa was merciful with your pleasure, usually, but it seemed tonight those vagrants at the bar had gotten to him. 

“Who d’you belong to, lass?” he rumbled against your collar, nipping at the heated skin, “And choose your words carefully, lest I find myself less… generous to y’er plight.” 

“Y-yours, you know that,” you gasped out, a whine underlining your tone as you felt his cock throb inside of you, “The men in the bar meant nothing, Hector. Nary do they compare to you.”

“Aye,” he growled, resuming his pace with a newfound passion, “That be true. None can make y’e cum as hard as me, isn’t that right?” 

You moaned out his name, nodding emphatically as you wrapped your arms around his neck, locking your ankles behind his back and pushing him deeper. 

“Aye, only my hands do this to y’e, my words, mine,” he moaned, pressing his forehead against the crook of your neck. You could feel as his hips began to stutter, the gasping breaths that puffed against your neck another telltale sign that he was close. 

“Fuck, aye, only you, Hector-!” your head tipped back as his thumb suddenly found your clit again, rubbing in deep circles as you toppled over the edge. You came hard, squeezing your walls around his cock to the point where you could hear an almost pained hiss come from behind his teeth. You didn’t have time to question it before he was trembling, hips stilling with a deep thrust before he finished inside of you. 

Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cum spilling deep inside of you, each jerk of his hips making sure that none went to waste. Your ankles tightened around his hips, pulling him closer, deeper as your cunt milked his cock dry. All you heard for now was the heavy breaths of you two, followed by a creaky groan as he slowly sat up, slipping his softening cock out of you. 

You shivered at the feeling, squirming a bit underneath him at the sudden emptiness. He chuckled, hands resting on your thighs before one traveled down to slide through your folds. The overstimulation made you whine, though it quickly turned into a gasp as he pushed a finger back inside of your still fluttering hole, grinning down at you. 

“Waste not,” he drawled before chuckling, eyeing the way your combined fluids molded around his finger. 

“Tryin’ to knock me up, Captain?” you teased breathlessly as he climbed over you to rest beside you. 

“And if I am?” he rumbled, tossing an arm over your middle and dragging you against his side, “A swollen belly will keep filthy dogs away from y’e.”

“...You want to raise a babe on the seas?” you retorted with a raise of your brow, grinning. You couldn’t deny the flutter your heart gave at the thought of being, well, domestic with him, though your lives were far too hectic for that. 

“...Aye, y’have a point,” he grumbled, pressing his nose into the side of your head, “I’ll just have y’e on my lap at all times, then. No mistakin’ there.” 

You huffed out a laugh, already feeling your head drift off into a comfortable sleep, turning over to press your nose against his collar, “...Aye, more than fine by me.” 

[kxmikomrade]

🍁˖࿐ Artist! S/O - Isagi, Bachira, Reo, Sae

╰┈➤Hcs of them with an Artistic S/O!! Genre: Fluff and crack Gn!reader or Any gender Warnings: Swearing, Not proof read bcs im lazy, idk wat else but lmk if theres anything else Waiter's Note: OH LOOK WHO FINALLY PULLED THIS OUTTA THEIR DRAFTS AFTER A WHOLE ASS 5 MONTHS LMAOO I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY <33 Reqs Open as usual!! Masterlists

Now Playing: An Art Gallery Could Never Be As Unique As You

Very VERY VERYYYY fascinated on what you do, he thinks it's really cool

He canonly likes art too so let him join in!!

Draw him in any way like even a small doodle and he WILL COMBUST

He decorated his wall infront of his desk with your drawings and doodles, other things like custom keychains, origami, glass paintings are on his desk so he can see it everyday when he wakes up 🥹🥹

Study dates with you two often end up in drawing-cuddling sessions

Starting with studying so you can both pass your exams to you two beside eachother, legs tangled under the kotatsu table while you both lay on your stomachs, drawing whatever you felt like drawing 🫶

Let's just hope that you both pass your exams 😭😭

When you have art block or you feel stressed, he offers to take you out to a walk (yk he loves those esp with you)

It may seem kinda annoying at first but trust me, it does WONDERS

YOUR WORKS ARE DISPLAYED THROUGHOUT THE ISAGI HOUSEHOLD ✨

His parents like your creations too but they ALWAYS remind you whenever you come over that it's okay to take breaks and do other things 🥹💖

He's not rich by all means, but he's willing to spend his money to get you supplies u want

When he got the letter for blue lock, you both agreed to meet at a park at night and you talked things through, promising to work hard and improve while you both are separated

Whenever the topic of art or s/o comes in, he just ends up talking everyones ear off in blue lock and the question was just from a truth or dare game😭

Whether or not you got recognized for your art and got more commissions/promotions or quit art to start something new that interests you, he's supportive just as you are for him 🫶

HE LOVES ART, AND YOUR AN ARTIST?? MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN

Introduces you to his mom <33 you both share tips and tricks and now she's like your teacher ITS SO CUTE

But Meguru gets pretty pouty if you just sit there beside his mom talking about art related things all day 😭

If you let him lay down on your lap and give him occasional kisses then he'll be able to sit still for a while longer

You gave him a bee-themed soccer ball you painted once and he ALWAYS has it on his bed so he can fall asleep hugging it 🥹

He doesn't play with it tho, atleast not outdoors bcs he doesn't wanna ruin it 😭💖

Painting with him and his mom if she isn't busy!!

He always plays around and puts paint on your face, his mom scolds him for it LMAOO

Don't take him to art museums pls 😭😭 HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE WAS IN THE LIGHT NOVEL?? you both would get in trouble just because he was bored 💀

BRAGS TO EVERYONE AND ANYONE IN BLUE LOCK ABOUT YOU THAT THEY LITERALLY KNOW YOU AND EVERY SINGLE ART PIECE YOU HAVE DONE BEFORE EVEN MEETING YOU OR SEEING THEM 💀💀😭

Has tried to eat paint before 🧍‍♂️Much worse if you paint food then bro might try it again 💀💀💀

You sit on a bench nearby and draw while he practices, it's relaxing, just watch out for the ball 😭💀

Oh boy

Id say for a FACT that you were broke until you started dating him unless you have really cheap materials or you're just really good at saving

Yk how art materials and art school is so ridiculously expensive?? Well, your LOVELY boyfriend here has it all covered

Mans literally already bought a whole art shop 💀

Its not like it's anything new *looks at art big art studio*

PLEASE get a frying pan and smack some sense into this man's head bcs he was just about to buy his way into getting your art showcased in an art gallery/convention

He might, MIGHT stop if you use his own words against him. Like the whole 'i want to carve my own future' thing

Lets be fr, he won't stop, the most he could do is stop bribing his way to get your art showcased

Bby supports you alot tho :((

He just admires how much effort you're able to put in each work

When art block kicks in, he'll take you to go to expensive art galleries or to wherever the Mona Lisa is currently being showcased at

Just drag him out and tell him u wanna learn soccer 😭 it's honestly more fun than roaming around an art gallery

Paint him with his parents and they'll already start planning your marriage 💀😭

Bro when collage comes along, then your tuition fees and apartment bills are already paid like??? I wonder how 🤔

PLS DRAW HIM AND SHOW HIM THAT THERE ARE OTHER WAYS TO EXPRESS LOVE OTHER THAN MONEY SPENDING BCS HE'LL ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND WITH ALL THE TIME, EFFORT AND SKILL YOU PUT IN

He DEFINITELY frames all the drawings/paintings you give him. No buts

Let's be fr, he probably has a room in his house filled with your creations 🧍‍♂️

I'm pretty sure that blue lock allows anything to be brought unless it's a phone or something (because they'll have to earn it back) so Reo brought this photo album/journal decorated by you and/or your drawings

AND YK THOSE MINI PRINTERS??? HE BROUGHT ONE TOO SO WHENEVER YOU SEND A NEW ARTWORK, HE PRINTS IT 😭😭

Talks Nagi's ear off every time 💀

Supportive bank in general 👍 jkjk pls don't use him just for money or I will come for your eyeballs 🤗

Sae is pretty chill compared to his hardcore emo brother like did you see that one panel where he wanted to go home in the middle of a game while applying lotion???

He doesn't seem like the type to check social media often too so I hc that he draws after practices when he gets home to cool down for the night yk

I can definitely see him drawing his favorite characters from Chibi Maruko-chan whenever he feels stressed or has a bad day because of his stupid teammates who play like headless chickens 🙄(his words not mine)

So like when YOU came in, it's like he's surrounded by comfort when you two draw in silence while listening to your shared playlist 🌼

drawing fanarts for him that you wanna show off to everyone since he's beautiful and he's even more beautiful in your artstyle <33

he doesnt know about it tho because thats too embarrassing

rin follows you on that account with his private acc LMAOOOOOO

LISTEN. IMAGINE DRAWING HIM WITH HIS YEE YEE LOOKIN ASS BANGS AND TEASING HIM ABOUT IT HAHAHSHAHA

you secretly sent one to Rin for funsies once and he sent you a pic of Sae when he was young back, now you both have this sketchy deal thing going on that Sae doesnt know SHIT about

dw tho, both your mouths are sealed because now you got Rin to approve of you

If you live with him abroad, then your apartment/house is FILLED with notes/drawings/sketches/paintings/origamis, etc. im not exaggerating at ALL.

Imagine those cute and decorated fridges but make it the ENTIRE house

You both just slap some sticky note on walls, tables, chairs, cabinets, shelves, counters and draw on it,and neither of you clean them up, you just leave it there 😭😭

it comes off when it comes off ig 🤷

If you dont live with him abroad, then you guys have a minecraft server you both share thats literally FILLED with builds. Somehow, Sae's RIDICULOUSLY fast at learning these things and now hes an architect 🧍‍♂️

Also those cooperative drawing websites/games?? yeah, you both have them OFTEN, like, every night other than when hes like SUPER tired

just stick to screenshoting him and drawing on his face

He buys you anything you need/want too and theres basically no stopping him 🤷🤷

Tagging: @inariezaki

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[lunareclipsa1026]

Genshin x TWST AU Headcanons (might be more soon)

Yuuri does the most commissions for Lumine, so that way she can focus on finding her brother and rather than the commissions. Ace & Deuce sometimes help too.

The twst squad somehow create their own realm space in the serenitea pot with some magic, the space looks like the island NRC is located, their house is literally a copy of Ramshackle Dorm, the space in the realm has copies some things that are from the NRC & some details from the dorms, like Bonatical Garden, Stautues of the Great 7, The Roses in Red Pain & more.

(more below)

The twst squad would probably take some Genshin Characters to their world & experience it, mostly Lumine & Paimon.

After the We Will Be Reunited Quest, when Lumine was on the verge of breakdown of Aether not returning to her, Yuuri, Grim, Ace & Deuce would comfort her & reassure here that they will find Aether & will be there for her no matter the darkest of time.

Lumine sees the squad as her family now

Yuuri & Deuce = Cool & Calm Energy; Lumine & Ace = Confident Energy

Grim would sometimes be a bit of a thorn to Paimon whenever she said something dumb (like she doesn't know what an alibi is for example; Diluc story quest) , and would probably brag to her that he went to school unlike her (Grim has gained knowledge for the past 4 years attending NRC, he's still the stupid cat we all know and love)

Tho Grim and Paimon got along well with their love of food. Paimon is a bit weirded out when Grim eats the weird or bad tasting food.

Ace & Scaramouche/Wanderer get along well (at first they didn't, but after the whole Irminsul ordeal & after some time they got along well), they both are not afraid to speak on what's in their mind, and like to tease others sometimes. They ar basically each other's rant buddies

Yuuri brought the Ghost Camera with them, taking pictures & making memories in Teyvat. When people were to find out how the Ghost Camera works they'd probably bombarded Yuuri with question on how they obtain such an amazing device that can take photos that can jump out of the picture and replay scenes/memories.

Zhongli reminds Yuuri, Ace, Deuce & Grim of Malleus a bit, when it wa mentioned Zhongli was quite curious about Malleus.

Yuuri considers Childe their Frenemy and acts nice and civil towards him, despite him being a Harbinger. To which Childe happily accepts.

Yuuri likes Cyno's jokes that they express laughter which is a rare sight to see. Ace & Deuce are contemplating whether to be glad that Yuuri is expressing emotions more or cringe at the fact that Cyno's bad jokes are what Yuuri finds funny that made them express laughter.

Yuuri is pretty mad at Aether (Abyss Prince) for leaving Lumine behind without giving any explanation & that he chose the Abyss' mission over family. They swore next time they see him, they'll kick him in the nuts (literally)

Lumine is the 4th Descender, & since Yuu, Grim, Ace & Deuce came to Teyvat at the same time, they count as the 5th descenders, basically like MC & Grim being half students, this is a 4 in one. 4 people as 1 descender

Yuuri's favorite Region is Inazuma, mostly because it reminds them of their home back in their world Earth.

The twst squad would compare the Akademiya to Night Raven College at times from there time at Sumeru.

Yuuri would collect materials from Teyvat and experiment with it by combining it with materials from Twisted Wonderland in potions to see the results.

Since Teyvat Language is deffrent from the language the TWST squad speaks & reads, they luckily have a spell put on them whenever they to a different world that makes them read & understand Teyvat's language easier (like in the 1st epeiode of Welcome to demon school Iruma kun)

Similarly, the currency they bring from their world turns into the other world's currency whenever they go to another world (Madols/Traumarks turn into Mora when they got to Teyvat basically)

Anyway that's is all for now. If you have more suggestions of headcanons of this au, feel free to say it in my ask box or this post.

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(Have fun translating this 0u0)

[yeastinfectionvale]

OKAY so kind of part right. Naomi doesn't drive anymore, but she does work as an engineer with Williams. Her father drove rally cars in the 90s, before he lost his hand in a horrific accident. Despite this Naomi was raised around cars (her mother was a mechanic), and fell in love with driving and karting, though her dad always warned her against that life since it, by his own admission, made him absolutely miserable before permanently disabling him. She showed great promise, though, and her parents wanted to support her through it all, so long as she always aimed for better than her best.

She and Suki drove in f2 together, usually ending up vying for first place against each other. Naomi kept his advances of friendship at arms length for a long time, worried it would distract her from her father-given mission. She was a reserve driver for Alpine for a time, driving her first and last f1 race in Monaco in 2022. Eventually, she and Suki got closer, since Suki is Not one to give up trying to be friends with people, and she really did feel quite lonely. Their friendship was pretty well publicised, and for a long time, people speculated they were dating. It was racing against her that Suki had his big accident, and she witnessed the whole thing, ending up striking his car and having her own accident which, although overshadowed by the more dramatic injury served to her friend, put her out of commission for the foreseeable future.

Suki did assume she wouldn't want to be friends with him after, but she turned mostly to him for comfort. She decided herself after watching what had happened to her friend, what had happened to her, and what happened to her dad, that she just wasnt willing to risk it, especially since she, at that time, believed her chances of ever getting into f1 were extremely low, deciding instead to go to university to study engineering and help out around races for some experience. Her parents were extremely disappointed, and her father particularly blamed Suki for a while, refusing to speak to him and being generally bitter. It took some talking to from Naomi to get him to come around.

In the wake of the accident, Naomi and Suki spent a LOT of time together, and as Suki recovered and went back to driving, he was offered a place driving for Aston Martin, and their supposed relationship ended up even more publicised. With Suki not particularly wanting to stunt his growth by coming out, he just went with the lie and the two of them fake dated for basically the entirety of his rookie season. Which is funny because tho the media ate it up, literally any queer person who had ever seen Suki in person would say That Boy Does Not Like Women.

Anyways here are some pictures I've invented of her

Also she's from London. Do with that info what you will

OOOOOOH RALLY DAD (GROUP B?) THATS SO COOL. OH CHOOSING TO LEAVE RACING AND STUDY MUST HAVE BEEN A TOUGHT DECISION TO MAKE WOW. GOD THE F2 ACCIDENT MUST HAVE SHAKEN HER BADLY. THE FAKE DATING BIT IM CRYING OOOF.

Oooh I think what September was to Suki, Naomi might be to Mina (minus the whole toxic yaoi hehehe). But the most important thing

ANOTHER LONDONER (Mina is buzzing). Where in London???

[echonidae]

patroness

i really said "i'm not drawing hands for this one! nope!" xD meant to go for a simple portrait c': but yes, hello! i'm alive!!! :D here with a portrait of Lucille, a background character for now, cool lady tho regardless c':

og sketch under the read-more!! :3c

messy, messy sketch. xD

i usually do the sketches with a lot more detail than this, as it saves me trouble during lineart — but for this one i foolishly thought "ahh no need :D", like a fool. had to rework the lineart for this portrait some three times, which sure was not at all frustrating xD but after caving in and refining the sketch, and then getting into the groove of linework, it was all smooth-sailing. c:

but yes hi hello how have you folks been? my apologies for the very very long radio-silence, went through a lengthy moving process during the beginning of the year, then had to focus entirely on commissions once the dust settled down — got a lot of cool stuff to post now!! c': which i'll be doing for the next while.

i'd like to also get back to drawing personal pieces, so i'll be getting that back on track too :> starting with this portrait!! haven't worked on proper OC pieces in forever :')

as for commissions also, i'm working on reopening them soon — gotta update the website and everything, i'll keep you folks updated on any new batches c: but thank you so much again to everyone who ordered last batch, and everyone who sent messages and questions while i was away!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) happy to be back posting stuff :')

[fossil-frenzy]

A recent commission I finished for @dappercritter of a design for his Sonic AU!

A brief description made by him is under the cut! Take a peek!

"You’ve seen, you’ve heard of him, and if you live on a little planet called Mobius, you might just have felt the wind when he zipped past you! Sonic’s a regular folk hero to the people of Genesis Archipelago, quickly winning their hearts with his random acts of bravery and winning “way past cool” personality.

His latest mission: standing up to the tyranny of Eggman Enterprises, tearing down his machines of mass industrialization, finding the legendary Chaos Emeralds before he does, and restoring the joys of freedom to Mobius!

He lives a fast-paced adventurer’s life, carefree but compassionate, never staying in one place too long but always lending a hand to someone in need. While he may come off as cocky or immature at first, Sonic’s just a teenager overloaded with youthful energy with the power to back it up. Make no mistake tho: Sonic’s got a pretty strong moral core. He wears his heart on his sleeve, wholeheartedly believing in friendship and caring for nature. But pick on the little guys or overstep your boundaries and he won’t hesitate to put you in your place with a spindash! Although he draws the line at getting wet.

In addition to his iconic speed, Sonic’s also got some nifty upgrades from his new friend Tails: his running shoes are Lightspeed Runners powered by gold ring nodes when he needs an extra boost (Sonic has to be careful those don’t pop out if he gets hit). He’s even got a Bounce-Bracelet for elemental shields!

While being the first to stand up to Eggman’s forces–not to mention being the best at running circles around him–earned him a solid reputation, more interesting still is his mysterious backstory which has sparked all kinds of rumors. Was he raised by a secret clan of birds? Were he and the princess of the Sol Isles a thing? Is he searching for his lost uncle?! But unless you’re a close friend, you’re more likely to get a zinger and some life advice if you ask him."

I had a blast working on this commission. I like to stretch my stylization muscles sometimes, and after getting through a lot of the IDW Sonic comics recently I had lots of fresh material in my brain to help me out ^_^

[the-autumn-apple-artworks]

OPEN COMMISSIONS!

Sup sillies !!

I've decided to try out commissions to support me through University and gain some experience as this will probably end up being one of my main source of income (I plan to be a freelance artist + open either YouTube or Twitch or even both slay)

Since my University classes will take me occupied for most of the day (from 9am to 6pm), the waiting times will be a bit high and the slots very few (3 by default, 5 if I really manage to do it)

So pls be patient and thank you for any kind of support that you will end up providing me, I love you sillies <3 /p

‣ PERSONAL use ONLY

‣ Do NOT use it for any kind of merch or anything that would work as a source of profit. Other than that, do whatever you want with it

‣ Please CREDIT if you decide to share it around, do NOT claim it as yours

‣ As the artist I have the right to keep the credit and use your commission as future commissions' examples. The artwork will be obviously covered in watermark and you'll have the original one with the signature

‣ Please keep in mind that you will be paying the FULL PRICE FIRST, immediately after we establish all the details and the official price, I do not plan on charging for minor changes but I may think about adding a fee if the change is extremely radical and will force me to redo the entire composition from scratch (around like, $5 or something)

‣ I know this may sound very dumb but please PROVIDE DETAILS, give proper references, describe me the pose, BE CRYSTAL CLEAR about what you want. I know it's boring but it'll make my job significantly easier and will make it so that your commission will arrive much faster

I WILL draw

• Robots

• Anthro (Furries, Hollow Knight characters... y'know)

• Humans

• Object-heads

• Minor body-horror (Ex: eyes and/or mouths in places where they aren't supposed to be)

• Mild gore/violent content

• Any kind of shipping as long as it's not problematic (self-shipping, OCxOC, OCxCanon etc etc)

• Slightly suggestive stuff

I WON'T draw

• Complex robots/mecha (Ex: Transformers)

• Feral or any complex anthro (Ex: Pokemon, My little pony characters, etc)

• NSFW (Again, suggestive is fine, just not straight up smut)

• Anything offensive/problematic

• In general anything super detailed/complex/close to realism

• Heavy/Extreme gore

I'll mainly do my commissions through Artistree

Which is directly connected to my STRIPE account.

It's safe, it's user friendly and supports artists

When you request a commission with Artistree, the system will take care of the procedure step by step and it's very intuitive! The artist you commission won't have a fee when you pay and your commission will help plant a tree! How cool is that!

I don't like to use PAYPAL due to how badly it treats its users...

But, if you prefer to pay with it (which is totally fair), then my Ko-Fi is also awailable

BTW‼️

Other payments would be Robux, Steam games from my wish list, Discord Nitro, etc. For that, please contact me on DISCORD: the_autumnapple

... still I put it as an additional option cuz why not, I'm on desperate times atm and I prefer to try save money for myself instead of having to keep asking my parents for it, also cuz it could totally help me by default cuz I could have my own money that I've gained myself for eventual emergencies, you get me

Other than that, Artistree + Stripe combo is hella preferred, tho that'll be up to y'all

Before you pick: A heads up to the general ADDITIONS!

• Flat background: +$0

• Simple background/scenery: +$5

• Complex character that isn't in the "Won't draw" list (Ex: multiple limbs, heavily detailed clothing, etc): +$5

• Every new character added will cost an additional half of the total price of the selected commission (Ex: a rendered full body with an additional character will be $30 + $15 = $45)

Now on the actual commission types‼️

That's all‼️ Hope this will go well and happy commissioning ‼️

EDIT: Realized I forgot to add my Carrd with all my socials and info so WOE‼️CARRD BE UPON YE‼️‼️

[levmada]

Can you imagine Levi having a teenage daughter with any kind of issue that sets her apart from the "normal" but no one dares gives her shit because... Levi.

yesss ok i think of this more often than one might think bccccc reasons

i just think Levi would be the best father in the face of this planet. He’s strict, but he’s fair. say a reasonable curfew like 10:30pm and no phones at the table at dinner time when you’re all together after school and work :(

Levi is the type of dad, no matter how old she’s getting, to go to his baby’s room and say goodnight. he eventually stopped saying, “If you need anything, you know where I am,” because it’s understood and the fact is that his baby doesn't need anything much anymore (which does not give him an existential crisis or anything).

but Levi is also the type of dad that his daughter can go to anything about?? he has that open energy and never blows up no matter what happened + is surprisingly good at advice. It’s just that he has no idea what to say if it’s a boy/girl issue and will usually direct her to you if he doesn’t know😭 and damn will he try.

god he’s so protective. try as he might to be open about his emotions, he struggles to be vulnerable when he’s hurt that his baby kept something important from him. again Levi doesn’t blow up, but he gets sarcastic and snippy in an argument.

you try to tell her to be understanding, but more often than not Levi blames himself anyway. he just wants to be good for his daughter, and he tries to rectify that by getting her a gift or making a treat for her to eat as a peace offering. Levi, as always, is not a wordy man.

whenever you say issue my mind goes to issues of anxiety, like maybe she gets fidgety and nervous or she doesn’t dress like the norm.

“What the fuck do they know about you?” he will grumble. “I’d beat the fuck out of them if they weren’t a bunch of brats.”

cue daughter beating the fuck out of her bullies and Levi staunchly defending her actions. you need to step in at that point dkfjdnsnsnd

he always supports her tho :((( i don’t think modern Levi knows how to dress beyond a bunch of white shirts and black jackets+coats but as for fashion he’ll nod with a microscopic smile on his face when something looks good, and when it doesn’t, he recognizes that kids at that age get reallll rebellious. there’s no use controlling her when that’ll make her fight him even more. he has endless patience.

and he’s always there for a shoulder to lean on when his baby’s broken down to tears. whether he’s helping with homework (Levi is the BEST at math) or having relationship problems, he’ll cool down his homicidal tendencies and just… be there. his full attention is on her, whether she needs him or not.

best dad. best best best dad :(

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Things Are Awkward Now

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There is once again something going on that you can’t quite grasp and gods is it frustrating. You almost want to ask Pat what their problem is. 

But you don’t. And it seems like this is something fundamental between the two of you. You can’t remember why, but you’ve still got your gut instincts. Pat doesn’t ask you why you change your name in the middle of the day, and you don’t ask them why they’re suddenly acting weird towards your new friend. 

But. Then again. You’re also pretty sure nothing bad would happen if you did ask them. 

So you do. 

“Hey. Are you alright?” you ask, with as much neutrality as you can muster. 

Pat lets out an almost startled laugh. “Yeah, no I was just caught off guard.” 

“Ah. Sorry. Was that rude?” Theo asks, looking concerned. 

“Not unless I was rude first. Turnabout’s fair play. This is my bad,” they deflect.  

“Oh,” is all Theo has to say to that. His face still falls 

Pat nods, and turns their attention back to you. “Eat up, kid. We’ve still got work to do,” they say, pointing at your bowl with a chip in their hand. 

You nod and tuck in, wishing you could taste it but knowing that food is important anyway. 

“You’re both welcome to some of my chips if you want,” Pat offers. 

“Oh. I might. Ah. Can I?” Theo puts his hand out to take one, retracts it part way, then reconsiders and takes a chip when Pat nods at him. 

“Thank you,” he says. He takes a comically small bite of the chip. 

“So. You mentioned work. What sort of work do you do?” Theo asks. He cocks his head to the side as he does. 

Pat doesn’t quite laugh, but they breathe out sharply like they want to. “We’re paranormal investigators,” they lie with a straight face. 

What. 

Why? 

You give them a look but they just shrug and gesture at your food again. 

You can take a hint, so you nod. 

“Really? Like ghosts and stuff or like, vampires?” Theo asks. His eyes practically glitter with excitement and curiosity. 

This gets a genuine laugh out of Pat. 

“No, no. Well. Actually I guess just because I haven’t met a vampire yet doesn’t mean they aren’t out there. But no. We’re here for ghosts,” Pat explains with a wink. 

Theo’s face takes on a bit of color, making him seem a tinge more… real, than he has appeared since Pat came back in. 

“That’s really, cool,” he enthuses. 

“It can be,” Pat agrees. “So. Theo. What sort of work do you do?” They turn the question back around. 

“Oh. Uh. I’m an artist,” He says, once more fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck with the hand not occupied with food. 

Pat raises an eyebrow. “What kind?” 

“Digital art. I do a lot of commissions and stuff these days. So it’s whatever the customer wants me to be drawing. I do a lot of portraits and like. Drawings of people’s pets and stuff,” He rambles. He takes another bite of his single potato chip. 

“Oooooh an artist? Nice. You’ll get along with Sylv then, he’s artsy too,” Pat says. 

You freeze at being addressed with the spoon still in your mouth. 

Are you an artist? 

“Oh! That’s cool! Did you paint your phone case yourself, then?” Theo asks, gesturing at it. 

You inspect it. It does look like the flowers are hand painted on. And Pat didn’t include themself in the artist category just now. So it was probably you. 

After a too long pause to think it all out, you nod. 

“Nice! It’s acrylic, right? Those can be fun. I prefer oils myself,” Tho says. He reaches out to touch your phone case, tracing a finger along the stem of one of the flowers. 

“I thought you did digital art?” you ask. 

Theo pulls his hand away like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. 

“I do. I was classically trained though. Went to art school and everything. Didn’t finish though,” he says with a strained smile. “And paint gets kind of expensive, even if you do manage to sell a physical painting, which is easier said than done.” 

“That’s a shame,” Pat says, and it sounds like they mean it. 

Theo shrugs, but the spark’s gone out again. He’s back to trying to fade into the booth. “It is what it is.” 

“I suppose that’s true,” Pat agrees. 

Silence settles back over the table. 

You manage to finish your bowl of soup. 

Pat convinces you to eat a few chips while you wait for the waiter to come by with the check.

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Dr Sasha Waybright Child Psychologist headcanons

Figured this would be next after Anne. Here’s a few quick things I can think of:

A few of her patients’ parents were classmates she went to school with, because of that she knew exactly what the problem was with a few of them.

When a kid is shy or doesn’t want to talk, she’ll break the tension by telling of her adventures with Grimes, Percy and Braddock. The kids are enraptured and think she’s the coolest person ever.

She had her swords remade by a professional blacksmith that attends renaissance fairs, she also took them up on the offer to upgrade her old armor. Now she shows off her old skills every year and has a ton of fans. Anne and Marcy never knew about this until after they got married to her.

Unable to find someone to remake her beetle guitar except for the stickers she commissioned Marcy to make, Sasha went with the closest she could find and plays music for the kids and solo songs at open mic nights (mostly love songs about her current partner or longing songs for Anne and Marcy).

Mrs. Boonchuy helped make a hand puppet of Grimes for Sasha to use with the kids. A grumpy toad named Grimothy always makes them laugh and open up.

While she’s neutral with her parents and talks with them every once in a while, she became closer to Mr and Mrs Boonchuy as the years went on. As her and Anne’s friendship drifted, she requested that they don’t tell Anne about when she (Sasha) sees them when she goes to their restaurant. Mostly because she knows how hard Anne is working and doesn’t want to distract her or make her feel like she has to stay friends with her. The Boonchuys assure her that Anne misses her and Marcy a lot.

Partners have tried to have Sasha cover up or fix her scar(s) but she refuses and ends up dumping them shortly afterwards. She views them as physical reminders of who she was and who she never wants to be….plus they make her look cool.

She prefers sleeveless shirts but when she’s at work she follows the dress policy and wears long sleeve shirts to cover up all the tattoos she has along her arm. The Eye of Grimes, the Wartwood Rebellion, Toad Tower, her Calamity Gem and various other tattoos both about Amphibia and Earth. She also likes sleeveless shirts cause they allow her to show off her biceps.

Her back still hurts from Darcy’s scythe. Weightlifting gets painful after so much weight but it’s another threshold to overcome for her. The spinal scar tho’ gets a number of stares when she’s wearing a swimsuit at the beach or pool, she doesn’t mind the stares cause it’s a cool scar and story but only Anne and Marcy are allowed to touch it directly.

She still trains with swords and joined the fencing team in college. When Anne and her started sparing again after moving in together they try and keep tally on who wins more…but it usually ends up with them making out due to the romantic tension (Marcy keeps count and so far it’s 37-41 in favor of Sasha).

She tried to have a pink stipe in her hair in high school but her girlfriend at the time thought it looked stupid. Anne however saw this and did a blue stripe to cheer her up (and Marcy a green), the gf broke up with her shortly after but Sasha let the stripe go away naturally.

She and Marcy kept in contact more often as she’d commission her with things the kids she’s helping want. Marcy gives her a discount for this but Sasha tips the rest anyways.

Sasha is banned from the kitchen. No one knows how but things always go wrong when she tries to cook. However she’s been getting lessons from Mr and Mrs Boonchuy and she’s getting better but it’s a good thing they have insurance. She surprises her wives one anniversary with a homemade meal (and the kitchen only partly caught on fire instead of mostly).

Sasha wakes up in cold sweat often due to war memories. She has breathing techniques to help but after rekindling with Anne and Marcy she’s had less nightmares but when she does which ever one that wakes up as well will cuddle with her to calm her down.

She failed her driving test 3 times due to road rage.

Because of her time as Commander of the Wartwood Rebellion, she got really into strategy games. She and Marcy have days long games and she can’t play any games with her patients because she gets too competitive….and crying kids is the opposite of her job.

That’s a few I thought of during lunch break but didn’t have the time to type till now. I’m sure I’ll have more when I make more comics.

[ryuzatodraws-backup]

surely fandom is all about creating works and the viewers and fans reacting and loving it. but part of being in a fandom is communication with the work. like yea i can post and just receive likes and kudos but yea that really feel thats just it isnt it?

commissions are fun tho, i draw what you like and i get moolah for it. we're both happy

but what about original works? original or new depictions of characters, art that i made.

im rambling again lol

basically im just thinking about the fact that on instagram when i post copiiia i just post and i would disable the comments

because thats all that matters right? me drawing what i want and letting it go in the wild. that's it, right?

feels like venting into a cave and theres nobody else there to reply back to you saying 'hey man its fine. its cool' or something.

im planning on going to a hiatus after the xmas commission and to just finish up all my writings , series and everything else

but honestly if people arent really reacting to the things i do then whats the point lol