#feel free to use the pattern if you want btw

[astronomicatastrophe]

completly forgot to post this but oh well

i made a gigant green lizard from rainworld!

it took 2 weeks to make

(160cm long)

made him as a surprise christmas exchange pressent for my sibling

[yueebby]

sooo i read your "indulge me?" piece and that's why i wanted to ask for gojo simping for reader that doesn't really seem him as more as a friend and he's fine with it (lol he's not but he's need to keep the facade you know???) hope you write it at some point! btw loving you writing so far <333

11:34pm — gojo satoru

contents. highschool!gojo, fluff, he’s so in love bye, underage drinking, tokyo and kyoto students have a little get together!

“what’s wrong with him?” utahime watches her white haired underclassman down another can of beer. it was rare to see gojo drinking with the rest of the group, always opting for a soda instead.

shoko takes another swig out of her drink, unsurprised. “[name] is on a date.” 

a pathetic groan leaves gojo’s lips and the upper half of his body is splayed over the kotatsu in shoko’s room, sunglasses long forgotten somewhere. he lets out an unapologetic burp. everyone at the table spares him a glance of pity. 

utahime grimaces and mutters a quiet, “gross”. 

“don’t provoke him,” geto scolds shoko, flicking some ash from his cigarette to the ashtray below. “she’s just dealing with clan matters. arranged marriages and whatnot.” he used his free hand to land a firm pat on gojo’s back. what kind of best friend would he be if he didn’t try to comfort satoru? 

“poor thing. i can keep you company in the meantime,” mei mei’s smile is far from something with good intentions. gojo shakes his head to refuse, but with the way his forehead was pressed to the table, it looked comical. like a child throwing a tantrum. 

the only thing that managed to get gojo satoru out of his drunken slump was a soft knock on the door. he could recognize that pattern anywhere. could it be–? the snow haired boy immediately perks up. his drunk dazed eyes brighten as he quickly makes his way to the door. 

geto snorts at the way his best friend reacts. he thinks he can see an imaginary tail wagging, as if he were a dog. 

“you’re late!” gojo accuses you when he opens the door. you blink.

“are you…okay?” your voice is laced with concern as gojo’s large frame towers over you. gojo preens.

“awww, is my [name] worried about me now? don’t worry, ‘m doing just fine!” there is a goofy grin painted on gojo’s face as he leans against the doorway. all conversation has stopped and every sorcerer was listening attentively to gojo's hopeless conversation with you. utahime can’t help but feel just a little compassion for the boy. he was pining so much it hurt.

“i wasn’t worried. it's just that your words are all slurred– don’t tell me you let shoko talk you into drinking with her again?” you sigh. it was hard to miss the smell of beer on him. gojo and alcohol never mixed well, and the last thing you needed tonight was another lecture from yaga. 

from inside her room, shoko shouts, “it wasn’t me this time! the idiot decided to drown himself in beer after we warned him not to!” it was common knowledge that gojo couldn’t handle his alcohol. 

the male in question pouts.

“can a man not grieve about the love of his life being married to another?” gojo deflates. on the other side of the threshold, you wrinkle your nose.

“who said anything about marriage? like hell i’m going to accept a proposal from naoya zen’in.” you grumble. it had been a long night. dealing with your family and naoya was enough to scare you into staying in jujutsu tech for good. you’d rather lose your sanity to gojo than your dignity to naoya. 

“never mind that though, are mei mei and utahime still here? i was hoping to catch up with them!” you smile, crouching under his arm to make your way into the room. gojo doesn’t hesitate to trail right behind you. 

“[name]!” utahime waves happily at you, her mood no longer sour after she sees you. your wave back is enthusiastic. mei mei acknowledges your presence.

“how was dinner with naoya?” suguru asks. your face pinches up. he laughs before handing you a cold can of soda which you accept graciously.

you hear gojo mutter to himself from behind you.

“what’s up with him?” you whisper to suguru.

“you know how he is when he drinks,” he sighs, ushering you to sit beside him. gojo seemed to have his own agenda though, forcefully squeezing himself between the two of you. you shoot him an annoyed look to which he responds with a grin on his face. 

“‘m tired,” he whines, stretching his arms dramatically while letting out a loud yawn. you grunt when there’s a heavy weight on you; gojo has thrown his entire body on your side.

you don’t bother pushing him off. you’ve learned in the two years you’ve known gojo that he is like a baby when he gets drunk. it’s best if you let him have his way.

“go to sleep then, idiot,” you flick his forehead. he juts his bottom lip childishly, looking up at you with wide eyes. his eyes are captivating and you think you see nervousness through those azure orbs.

“will you come to bed with me too?” he rests his chin on your shoulder. you raise an eyebrow in surprise.

“eh? why would i?”

“because i’m cute.” gojo bats those long eyelashes of his innocently. you roll your eyes playfully before taking another sip out of your soda. 

“you’re weird– that’s what you are.” your lips quirk upward, eyes twinkling with mirth. he sulks, chin still comfortably supported by your shoulder.

“‘m not that bad!” he protests, a frown forming on his lips. you look at him for a long moment. this was the first time you’ve ever gotten to look at gojo this closely. 

his hair was getting longer, you note silently. with your free hand, you slowly move a strand of hair out of his face. gojo watches you earnestly. if his cheeks were not already flushed, they are now. 

“can we stop it with the flirting? let us single folk live in peace.” shoko speaks up. you turn your attention hastily from gojo to the rest of your fellow peers. 

“i feel like i’m intruding on something,” mei mei says scandalously. your eyes widen.

“we are not– no way!” you shake your head repeatedly. no one believes you. especially not while gojo is still resting on your shoulder, eyes watching you, full of love.

“stop giving him all your attention and talk to us! we’re much better company,” utahime scowls, pointing her beer disapprovingly at the white haired boy on you. you think you hear gojo grunt.

“alright, alright,” you concede. 

“i hope you don’t mind me asking again, but do tell us how your night with the zen’in kid went,” suguru snickers. you groan exasperatedly.

“where do i even start?”

the rest of the night goes by pleasantly. you had been so engrossed with retelling your experience with dealing with your family that you had failed to notice what gojo was up to. by the time everyone left their respective dorms (or temporary dorms), you noticed the head of white hair sleeping soundly on your lap.

he mumbles something in his sleep, nuzzling himself closer into your stomach. cute. you giggle at how innocent he looks. 

you don’t know what took over you, but you remember bending down and placing a soft kiss on his forehead. to your surprise, gojo reciprocates your kiss. to the best of his capabilities anyway. you watch as he puckers his lips in his sleep. oh my– how precious.

you suppose he isn't so bad.

notes. THANK U FOR BEING MY FIRST ANON ASK. ily!!! i saw somewhere that gege confirmed gojo would have drunken failures when he was a student haha this is my take on that. hes so bf

also thank you for all the support on my first post?!? you guys are too sweet im crying. i literally giggle and kick my feet reading your feedback ><

[pin-k-ink]

I WANT DADDY HOSHINA PT 2 ajsnusbssu THAT WAS SO HOT!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭 wanna see how he react if his baby mama disobeyed him and went on a simple mission behind his back NAUSNSUSNUSNSHSS

tempest // hoshina soshiro

tw ⇢ overprotective!hoshina, morning sex, mentioned somnophilia, daddy kink, dirty talking, he’s sorta misogynistic, lactation kink, riding, spanking, one clit slap, nipple play, biting/marking

wc ⇢ 6k

a/n: he’s our hubby in this one 🤭 this one can be read separately from the other one btw

Hoshina’s breath escaped in a low, guttural groan as he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your pussy with one punishing thrust. From between your splayed thighs, you whimpered out a breathless mewl of pleasure, back arching wantonly off the tousled sheets.

"That's it, kitten...let Daddy hear how good he's fillin' up that greedy little cunt," he growled against the thundering pulse in your neck, the rough timbre vibrating straight down to your core. Teeth grazed your oversensitized skin as his palm smoothed over the swell of your abdomen possessively. "Such a gorgeous mama takin' my cock like you were made for it..."

Sparks of electric heat lanced through your nerves at his crude words, stoking the smoldering coals of desire raging within. You trailed one hand down the ridged planes of his abdomen, fingernails raking through the thatch of dark curls before shamelessly cupping the heavy sac grinding against your aching folds.

"Please, Soshiro...need you so deep," you rasped out, intentionally using his name rather than 'Daddy' if only to stoke his simmering dominance. Sure enough, you felt his powerful body go rigid above you, muscles coiled taut as bowstrings.

Then his eyes locked onto yours in a molten glare of reprimand, swallowing you whole in their depths. "What did ya just call me, wife?" he bit out in a tone laced with dark promise.

Meeting his smoldering stare boldly, you licked your lips in a slow, taunting sweep. "Soshiro," you repeated breathlessly. "I want Soshiro to fuck me harder and fill me up again..."

With a savage growl low in his throat, Hoshina shifted his weight onto one thick forearm, looming over you like an unstoppable force of nature. His free hand snaked up to fist in your hair, wrenching your head back to expose the slender column of your throat as he unleashed a series of punishing, piston-sharp thrusts that drove the air from your lungs.

"Ya want yer husband, huh?" he snarled against your gasping lips. "Then take what's yers like the greedy bitch ya are, wife..."

Afterwards, you lay draped against the broad expanse of Hoshina’s chest in a sweaty, sated heap as he lazily traced indolent patterns across your lower back. Every nerve in your body still thrummed with echoing sparks of residual pleasure...and something deeper, almost primal.

"I love watchin' ya swell up ripe and flushed just f'me," Hoshina rumbled out after a time, his fingertips drifting lower to ghost across the taut mound of your abdomen. "Can't decide if ya look more delicious dripping with my cum or fattenin' up with my kid rooting inside."

You shivered lightly at his carnal praise, feeling a molten curl of heat unfurling low in your belly despite your recent vigorous activities. As if sensing this, Hoshina let out a husky chuckle that vibrated straight through your lax frame.

"Insatiable little thing, aren't ya?" he purred against your temple, nosing the damp strands away from your face. "Well soak it in while ya can, mama. Once that belly really starts swelling up, ya won't be leavin' this bed until our brat decides to make their debut and I can start puttin' another bun in yer oven."

Drawing back far enough to catch your eye, he fixed you with a hard look of resolve that brooked no opposition. "I mean it, baby girl. For the remainder of this pregnancy, you're confined to quarters until the medics clear you for activity again. No missions, no training exercises...nothing that could jeopardize you or our child in any capacity. Are we crystal on that?"

You felt your breath hitch faintly, heart rate ticking upwards at his stern edict. Some deeply entrenched part of you instinctively bridled against any cage, even one meant for your own protection. Even as a deeper, rawer undercurrent of your subconscious thrilled at Hoshina’s implacable resolve to keep you safe and sheltered, untarnished by the harsh universe beyond your walls.

Still, you couldn't quite muster the will to argue just then. Not when you could all but taste his commanding presence, authority bleeding from every solid inch of his frame. Not when you were still buzzing from your joint pleasure and the hazy aftermath of orgasmic bliss.

So rather than speak defiance into creation, you simply nestled deeper into Hoshina’s embrace and focused on regaining your scattered wits. Soon you would need to make your excuses and slip away before his watchful gaze unmasked your subterfuge.

Hoshina’s boots rang out in a crisp staccato against the decking as he made his way back to your shared quarters, the familiar route ingrained into his muscle memory. After spending most of the day hunched over requisitions and other bureaucratic busywork, he was ready for a reprieve. More importantly, he was eager to find you exactly where he'd left you that morning - tousled and sated amidst their disheveled sheets.

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as Hoshina’s thoughts drifted to your earlier "conversation" before the daily grind encroached. He could vividly recall the way you trembled and mewled beneath his bulk, back arched in a perfect bow as he rutted into your velvet depths with punishing rolls of his hips. The desperate keen that spilled from your lips when he thumbed your swollen clit in tight, merciless circles until you seized up with a silent scream of rapture...

Hoshina felt himself growing half-hard just from the vivid recollection, arousal smoldering low in his abdomen. Perhaps once he reached your room, he would simply shuck off his clothes and slide up behind you while you were still drowsy from napping. Let you wake up by his fat cock, already sheathed to the hilt and ready to pick up where you'd left off.

His smirk stretched into a lascivious grin at the thought of your drowsy whimpers gradually giving way to breathless sobs of pleasure as he plunged into your syrupy tightness again and again. Hoshina couldn't quite resist palming the prominent bulge rapidly tenting the front of his fatigues, imagining it was your slick grip rather than his own calloused palm.

Yes, the sooner he reached your room, the sooner he could go about thoroughly reacquainting himself with your lush, ripening form splayed out and waiting just for him...

Unfortunately, when Hoshina finally reached your door and it slid open with a pneumatic hiss, he was greeted not by the sight of you languidly draped across their bed....but an empty, undisturbed space with no signs of life at all.

He felt his brows furrowing slightly as he stepped across the threshold, gaze raking across the vacant room as if searching for any clues that might explain your mysterious absence. The crisp military corners on the bed spoke of it not having been slept in since their morning exertions. Your datapad and official comm units sat undisturbed on the small desk, blinking their low-power indicator lights in a somnolent rhythm.

"Maybe she needed a snack after that workout," Hoshiro mused aloud, voice pitched low so it didn't echo too harshly in the empty space. It wouldn't be the first time your insatiable appetite had you seeking out extra rations so soon after—

His train of thought derailed as he turned towards the open closet tucked into the corner of the bedroom. More specifically, at the distinct vacant spaces on the interior racks where your combat suit should have been hanging at the ready.

Instantly, Hoshina’s hackles went up like a feral canine scenting blood on the wind. He crossed the small room in two powerhouse strides until he could lean into the closet and let his eyes hungrily devour every empty inch, every bare rack and shelf.

Sure enough, your full deployment array was conspicuously absent, as if someone - you - had already geared up and moved out. The realization slammed into Hoshina like a shock-pulse concussive round, momentarily leaving him winded.

"No...she wouldn't," he growled under his breath like a mantra, pulse rabbiting treacherously beneath his skin. "Not after I made it crystal fuckin' clear this morning."

But the longer Hoshina stared at the incriminating lack of evidence, the more his throat constricted with a combination of fury and spiraling dread. You had directly countermanded his order to remain safely sequestered away from potential harm. Worse, you had apparently felt the need to resort to deception and misdirection rather than simply voice a disagreement or concern.

"That stubborn, stupid little—" Hoshina bit off the venomous words before they could fully take shape, pivoting sharply on his heel. He needed confirmation rather than wild assumptions, no matter how damning the surface evidence appeared.

Yanking his comm unit free, he thumbed through to the general deployment manifest with hands that grew incrementally more unsteady the longer he searched in vain. Muscles ticked in his clenched jaw, heartbeat thundering in his ears like muffled ordnance as panic slowly crept its razor-edged tendrils through his synapses.

When he finally found the blinking indicator tagged with your name, the bottom simply fell out of Hoshiro's gut with a hollow lurch of pure, visceral dread. There you were, already deployed and well on your way towards a supposedly "low-risk" recon vector under the temporary command of some fool grunt who clearly had missed the override notice regarding your protected status.

"No, no no no..." The denials bubbled up in frantic repetition as Hoshina’s mind rapidly whited out save for one singular, incandescent revelation burning straight through his consciousness—

You, his wife and bearer of his child, had directly defied his explicit mandates in order to insert yourself into an active combat situation, regulations and mission parameters be damned. Heedless of the possible consequences to your own wellbeing, let alone that of the precious life nestled within your consecrated womb.

"That idiotic, reckless, gods-damned fool of a woman," he choked out through a rapidly constricting throat as white-hot fury began lancing through his veins like combusting thermite. "If so much as a single hair on her head gets so much as ruffled because of this insubordinate stunt, I'll—"

Hoshina’s tirade fractured off in a strangled snarl of pure, incandescent rage as he slammed his fist into the nearest console hard enough to buckle meter-thick plasteel.

One way or another, he was extracting you from that ill-conceived and untenable mission immediately. And there would be absolutely no force in this cosmos mighty enough to shield you from the full, unrestrained fury awaiting your return...

You tugged down the zipper of your combat suit, shrugging out of the sweat-dampened material with a weary exhale. The cleanup sweep had been relatively uneventful, but there was still a lingering tension thrumming beneath your skin in anticipation of Hoshina’s inevitable reaction.

The soft hiss of the door sliding open drew your gaze over your shoulder, unsurprised to find Captain Ashiro stepping through with her trademark inscrutable expression. You offered her a tight smile as you deposited your disengaged gear into the cleaning rack, suddenly self-conscious about being caught in nothing but your tank top and panties.

"Figured I'd check in and see what inspired this little off-book jaunt of yours," Ashiro said by way of greeting, circling around to face you directly. Her calculating crimson eyes raked over your body in a clinical sweep before settling on the slight swell of your midsection. "Especially given your...delicate condition at the moment."

You fought the urge to fold your arms defensively, forcing yourself to stand tall under her scrutinizing attention. "It was a routine recon run, nothing more," you responded in a level tone. "No hostiles, no risks beyond the standard regulated para—"

"And yet here you are, knowingly defying the explicit orders of your superior officer charged with overseeing you and this pregnancy." Ashiro's voice remained infuriatingly calm, devoid of any real accusation or judgment. "Not to mention the needless stress and potential fallout about to erupt once he finds out."

You opened your mouth, ready to defend your rationale one more time. But all the arguments and logic shriveled up on the tip of your tongue as the unmistakable sound of storming boots reverberated down the hallway beyond. Both you and Ashiro turned towards the door just as it hissed open, admitting one utterly furious Hoshina Soshiro with jaw clenched so tightly you could see the thick cords of tendons straining in his neck.

"Too late," the Captain sighed out in a low murmur, already taking an instinctive half-step back to get out of the oncoming warpath. "Here comes the fallout now..."

Hoshina’s burning stare pinned you in place as he prowled forward, practically bristling with tightly leashed menace from every taut line of his towering form.

"You," he bit out in a tone dripping with arctic bite. "Bedroom. Now."

Though his words were couched as a terse command, you could hear the low, thrumming undercurrent of mingled rage and sick panic bleeding through that had your nerves alight. He never took his eyes off you, even as Ashiro cleared her throat softly nearby.

"Hoshina, perhaps we should—"

"No," Hoshiro snarled without ever breaking his intense stare in your direction. "This is between my wife and I. And trust me, Captain...ya don't want to be present for the ensuin' discussion."

There was an undeniable edge of dark promise laced through that final warning that caused even the stoic Ashiro to pale slightly. With a tight nod, she pivoted on her heel and quit the room in a swift about-face, leaving you alone with the seething force of nature that was your husband.

As soon as the door slid shut behind her, you opened your mouth to try to placate and explain. But Hoshina was on you in a surge of heated movement, one hand lashing out to clamp like a shackle around your upper arm as he effortlessly herded you backwards.

"Startin' to realize ya women should listen more often when a man gives an order," he growled out acidly between gritted teeth. The words reverberated against you in a palpable wash of simmering fury and outright disbelief. "But no...ya have to go and prove yer the most pigheadedly stubborn bitch I've ever known."

You gasped at the cruel barb, shock and hurt ricocheting through your thoughts. Yet before you could even draw sufficient breath to protest, Hoshina spun you both around and propelled your stumbling form down the passageway.

"S-Soshiro, wait—!" you managed at last, craning your neck to glance back towards him pleadingly. But the only response you received was another rough jerk of his hand and a scorching glare potent enough to combust plasma.

"Don't think yer sweet little doe-eyes will save ya from a long-overdue reckonin' this time, wife," he growled, curling his lips with withering sarcasm around the endearment. "When I get ya behind closed doors, yer in for the harshest lesson of yer goddamn life about obedience and loyalty to those who actually give a fuck about yer well-bein'."

You knew better than to argue further once he got into this black, brooding demeanor. The colossal tempest of Hoshina’s fury would have to crest and break on its own before you could so much as attempt to insert any form of logic or reasoning.

So instead, you bit down on your trembling lower lip and averted your gaze, bracing yourself for the gathering storm looming on the near horizon. Somehow, you couldn't quite escape the sense that this would only be the opening salvo in a battle royale to test your relationship's bonds beyond any imaginable strain.

Hoshina all but flung you through the doorway into his private quarters, the door slamming shut behind you with a visceral finality. Before you could regain your footing, he was on you - powerful hands clamping around your biceps to shove you back against the nearest surface with bruising force.

"Think ya can just disobey my orders like that without consequence?" he snarled, mere inches from your face now. You could see the pulsing vein in his neck, the tic jumping in his clenched jaw as that blazing glare bored into you without mercy. "Risk putting my fucking child in harm's way like yer duty means jack shit compared to yer ego?"

"Soshiro, please—" you tried placating, instinctively cringing away from the full brunt of his withering fury. But he wasn't having any of your attempted reasoning. Not this time.

With a savage growl, Hoshina wrenched your tank top up until your breasts spilled out obscenely, baring your body from the waist up. You gasped as the chill air prickled over your exposed skin, making your nipples bead into stiff points as you reflexively moved to cover yourself.

"Don't ya fuckin' dare!" he barked out in a tone that brooked zero disobedience. Pinning your wrists above your head with one crushing grip, Hoshina leaned in until you were engulfed in the scorching heat pouring off his rigid frame. When next he spoke, his voice emerged in a low, resonant rasp thrumming with barely restrained savagery. "This body, this life ya put at risk so carelessly, belongs to me. Every inch is mine to do with as I please until that lesson gets beaten into yer skull permanently."

You whimpered as his free hand drifted down with clear intent, palming your abdomen in a shockingly gentle caress completely at odds with the ferocity radiating from him otherwise. Hoshina bowed his head until you could feel the rasp of his stubble rasping across your tingling skin, each hot exhale gusting across your thundering pulsepoint in a scalding brand.

"Such a gorgeous little thing," he growled against the slick hollow of your throat in a tone that seethed with smoldering possession. "So lush and heavy with my seed, ya fill me with primal need to rut ya into submission over and over..."

With that, Hoshina’s head dipped lower, mouth searing a path of open-mouthed kisses down to where his palm still cupped your midsection in an implacable claim. You sucked in a shaky inhale as his tongue dipped into your navel, swirling through the shallow indentation with maddening focus. But it was the low rumble of promise that finally doused your defiance in an icy deluge.

"I'm gonna spend the next few days reminding ya who you belong to, baby girl. Mind, body, and certainly this cunny that dared tempt me into riskin' my legacy." With that, his palm drifted lower, cupping your pussy directly as his burning stare skewered you in place. "Don't worry though, mama," he purred in a voice gone gravelly and sinful around the edges. "By the time I'm done, you'll have no doubts left about obeyin' yer husband from now until I decide to release ya again..."

"Please...you're being unreasonable," you pleaded breathlessly, squirming in his iron grip. Despite his earlier reprimands, you couldn't resist the urge to push his dominant buttons further, if only to spur him into action. "I'm not made of glass, Soshiro, and you know it."

For a long moment, he simply stared at you, the fire in his eyes blazing even hotter as they roamed possessively over your exposed skin. Then his mouth was crashing into yours with a savage ferocity, swallowing your whimper as his teeth latched onto your bottom lip and bit down. Hard.

"Oh, yer about to be so fuckin' sorry ya ever doubted my intentions, wife," he snarled against the sting of torn flesh, a trickle of iron blooming on your tongue. Then his fingers were tearing at your panties, ripping them away with a low snarl as he released his hold on your wrists.

You gasped as the cold air kissed your bare mound, hips bucking reflexively as Hoshina yanked you forward by the waistband of your ruined underwear. With a feral grin, he tossed the shredded scrap aside before hauling you up off the ground and tossing you bodily over his shoulder.

You couldn't contain a squeak of surprise as your world inverted, suddenly finding yourself staring at the ground while his massive palm settled across the swell of your ass. Before you could protest, a sharp, ringing slap echoed through the air as pain flared across your bare backside.

"Ow, Soshiro, what the—!"

He interrupted your indignant squawk with another resounding smack, sending a fresh wave of fire lancing across your flesh. You twisted against his hold, unable to fully process the strange mixture of humiliation and arousal unfurling within at this blatant display of his strength and dominance.

"Oh, kitten...that's just a warmup for what's about to come," Hoshina all but purred out, each word vibrating straight through your body where it was draped over his shoulder. You were about to lash out with a retort when you felt twin points of something sharp and unforgiving pierce into the pliant flesh of your rear.

"Fuck, yes...such a perfect little peach," he groaned out, the words garbled and muffled by his mouthful of your ass. He sounded positively ravenous as he sank his teeth deeper, sharp canines biting down hard enough to send sparks of mingled pain and pleasure spiraling through your synapses.

By the time he unceremoniously dumped you onto the bed, your entire lower half was abuzz with the lingering sting and his mouth-shaped brand. Still, you couldn't help the way your core throbbed traitorously as he loomed above you, expression utterly bestial and wild-eyed with unadulterated need.

"Soshiro...I'm sorry," you whimpered out, feeling the fight slowly draining from your body. It was no use resisting the inevitable, not when he was like this. Especially not when the ache deep in your core demanded to be slaked by the only man who could truly fill it. "I shouldn't have disobeyed, I was just—"

"Too damn bad, baby girl," Hoshina cut in, a vicious glint flashing through his eyes as his massive frame crowded into the mattress. You could practically taste his ire and lust intermingling as his gaze swept over you in a predatory leer. "Ya coulda just listened to me like a good little wife and we coulda been havin' the most mind-blowing sex of yer life right now."

He was between your legs then, calloused hands smoothing along the inside of your thighs in a scorching path. The friction had you gasping, arching against him as his touch stoked the embers of your desire higher and higher.

"Now you've lost all privilege of gettin' a reward for that tight little cunt," he continued, a taunting edge creeping into his tone. His thumbs were drifting inward, circling ever closer to your aching slit in a slow tease that had you writhing. "No, I'm gonna show ya exactly how a proper wife should behave."

You let out a needy whine, canting your hips towards his touch in a wordless plea for more. Hoshina smirked down at you, clearly relishing in your desperation as he drew the pad of his thumb directly across your slick seam.

"Fuck, yer already soaked and beggin' for me," he growled out, circling your entrance in a light tease. "And to think, you were trying to keep me outta this sweet little hole all day, huh? How selfish, baby..."

A ragged cry tore from your lips as he suddenly brought down three of his fingers in a punishing slap against your swollen cunt. The sharp bite of pain sent a flood of arousal coursing through your veins, causing you to arch and writhe against the sheets as you instinctively sought more friction.

"Please...please, Daddy, I need you," you sobbed out, unable to keep the petulant whine from bleeding into your tone. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough to soothe the burning ache deep within. You needed him to fill you up, to stretch and spread you wide open until you could no longer discern where you ended and he began.

"Oh, don't worry, kitten," Hoshina said in a voice gone soft and dark, the kind he used when he wanted to lure you into a false sense of security before sinking his teeth in. "Daddy's gonna take real good care of his wife..."

You whimpered, a frisson of anticipation zipping down your spine. His promise had you instantly on edge, muscles twitching faintly with the urge to buck and grind against the thick bulge tenting his pants. But before you could even consider trying to move, he was gripping your hips in a punishing vise and rolling onto his back, pulling you atop him.

"S-soshiro...?"

"That's right, ride Daddy's cock like a good little wife," he growled out, hands drifting to your hips and wrenching them forward in a rough jerk that had his fat length rubbing across your swollen slit. You could feel his hot, throbbing flesh nestled directly against the dripping crux of your thighs, every nerve in your body sparking into overdrive at the delicious friction.

"C'mon, baby, fuck yerself on my dick like the insatiable little slut you are," Hoshina snarled up at you, hips canting upward in a filthy grind that had you gasping. You were already dripping, juices soaking his pants as his tip caught and teased your aching entrance.

"Y-you're the insatiable one," you somehow managed, bracing your hands on his broad chest. He chuckled lowly at your attempt to rally, the sound vibrating through your core and fanning the flames of need burning ever hotter within.

"Is that right, mama? Let's see how much ya really think that." Before you could ask, he was gripping your hips again and guiding you back and forth. You couldn't bite back the needy moan as his clothed cock rubbed over your clit in a tantalizing friction, each pass driving you that much closer to the edge.

"I can feel ya leakin' all over me, kitten. So eager to cream yerself like a greedy bitch in heat," he murmured, voice gone rough and guttural with lust. The way his eyes darkened with naked hunger as he watched you rutting against his shaft was almost enough to send you careening into oblivion on its own.

"P-please," you moaned out, rocking your hips forward and back in a desperate bid for more. Your hands curled into claws against his chest, fingernails raking the fabric of his shirt. "Please, Soshiro, I need you inside me."

"Oh my poor, sweet girl," he rumbled out, the words tinged with mock-sympathy. Then he was lifting his hips, tugginghis fly open, and his bare cock was rubbing over your throbbing cunt, and you couldn't suppress a low keen of pure, animalistic want.

"This is what ya need, baby?" he purred, a darkly amused edge bleeding into his tone as he lightly slapped his shaft against your folds in a taunting tease. You nodded frantically, unable to do anything but grind back against him in a silent plea for more.

Hoshina simply chuckled again, gripping the base of his cock and guiding the head to nudge your entrance. The feeling of his thick crown spreading you wide open had your thighs trembling, inner walls already fluttering around the sudden intrusion.

"C'mon, mama, take what's yers," he snarled, his hips bucking upwards in a shallow thrust that had his crown breaching your entrance. The sudden fullness was enough to draw a breathless moan from your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to adjust to the delicious stretch.

"Gods, I love how fuckin' tight ya are," he groaned out, fingers trailing up to splay his palms over your abdomen. His gaze was fixated on your baby bump, nostrils flaring with a low rumble of primal hunger as his thumbs stroked possessively across your skin.

Then he was guiding you down, forcing your body to stretch and accommodate his thick girth as his hips surged upward in a single, relentless thrust. The breath left your lungs in a startled gasp as you were filled to the brim with his cock, impaled so thoroughly you could feel him nudging against the very back of your channel.

"Look at that pretty little bump," Hoshina rasped, his palms pressing against your abdomen with an undeniably reverent caress. "Just knowing yer swellin' up ripe with my child, fuck..."

Before you could so much as register his intent, his hands were gripping your waist and lifting you up until only the flared tip of his cock was still sheathed inside. Then he was slamming you back down in a hard thrust that had your walls clamping around his shaft, a strangled sob bubbling up from your throat.

"Soshiro—!"

"Oh, that's it, baby," he snarled, the words garbled as his fingers dug bruises into the curve of your hips. "Show me how much ya love ridin' Daddy's fat cock."

You were helpless to resist as he set a punishing rhythm, driving up into your pliant body in a series of powerful rolls that had you mewling and writhing atop him. His grip was iron-clad, keeping you pinned in place and speared open as he hammered his length into you in a series of ruthless snaps.

"So fucking perfect," he groaned out, head dropping back against the pillows as his gaze devoured your breasts bouncingwith each jarring impact. You felt raw and exposed, utterly vulnerable under his unwavering scrutiny. And yet, the way his eyes darkened with carnal hunger had you moaning, clenching down around his cock buried deep within.

"Such a beautiful little thing," he said hoarsely, his free hand trailing up to cup the underside of your breast. You shivered, feeling the taut nipple straining against his palm in a wordless plea for attention. When Hoshina's thumb circled around the sensitive peak in a teasing flick, a ragged whimper spilled from your lips.

"Daddy, please," you gasped, back arching in an attempt to push yourself further into his grip. He simply smirked, eyes flashing with dark promise as he tightened his grip on your waist.

"Please what, baby girl? Tell me what ya need." His thumb and forefinger rolled your nipple in a torturous tweak that had your toes curling, inner walls rippling around his girth in a reflexive clench.

"Your mouth, I need your mouth," you panted, barely recognizing the high, breathless rasp of your voice. With a low chuckle, Hoshina's other hand drifted up until he was palming both of your breasts in a scalding grip.

"Mmm, ya always get so greedy when I tease these perfect tits," he purred, kneading your soft flesh with calloused fingers. You moaned, squirming on his lap and earning a sharp smack against your ass in reproach.

"But since you've been a good girl and finally showed Daddy proper respect," he continued, his hands drifting lower, tracing a scorching path down the quivering plane of your stomach. You trembled, feeling his fingertips tracing feather-light over your abdomen before finally coming to rest over the gentle swell where your womb held his child.

"I guess I can reward my pregnant little wife, hmm?" Hoshina's voice dropped to a gravelly rumble as his thumbs brushed the underside of your breasts, the pressure a delicious counterpoint to the way his cock throbbed and pulsed within your clenching heat.

Before you could so much as draw breath, he was arching up and wrapping his lips around your nipple. A startled moan slipped from your throat as he sucked hard, the sensation going straight to your clit in a pulse of pure electricity. You were helpless to do anything but writhe in his hold as his tongue flicked and teased your sensitive flesh, his cock grinding up against your fluttering depths.

"Ah, n-no, wait, I can't—!"

You didn't even register the fact that your breasts had begun lactating until a low growl reverberated against your breast, Hoshina's hips jerking upwards as the first drop of sweet nectar beaded onto his tongue. His eyes rolled back, a bestial groan spilling from his lips as he began sucking and lapping in earnest, drinking down the milk that flooded his mouth with a ravenous fervor.

"Holy shit, my sweet girl's lactatin' already," he rasped, sounding utterly wrecked as he moved to lavish your other nipple. Your hands flew to his hair, tangling in the sweat-damp locks as his lips and tongue worked in tandem. You were so wet now, the lewd, slick sounds of his cock slamming into your cunt practically drowning out his fevered groans.

"F-fuck, so good, Daddy—" you choked out, unable to control the desperate roll of your hips as you began grinding down against him. You were so close, the tension coiling low in your belly rapidly ratcheting tighter with every pass of his cockhead over that spot deep inside.

"Are ya gonna cum, mama?" Hoshina purred against your skin, the words muffled as he continued licking and suckling. He sounded absolutely euphoric, utterly drunk off the taste of you flowing over his tongue. "Are ya gonna cream all over my cock?"

You moaned, a shiver racing down your spine. The way he was drinking from you was so intimate, so raw, and combined with the relentless pounding of his cock it was more than enough to send you spiraling.

"Please...I need it, Soshiro," you whined, hands clutching at his hair with a feverish desperation. You were so close, muscles seizing and quivering around his thick shaft as the tension snapped taut like a live wire.

"Then fuckin' cum for me, baby," Hoshina snarled, his words punctuated by a sharp thrust that had his cock grinding over that perfect spot. He released your breast with a wet pop, his hands moving to your waist once more as his hips began jackhammering into your clenching cunt.

"That's it, cum all over Daddy's cock," he growled, fingers digging bruises into your sides. "Fuckin' milk my balls dry with this hungry little hole, show me how much ya missed being bred like the bitch ya are..."

Your world exploded into a burst of white-hot static as your climax crashed over you, body bowing taut as his name spilled from your lips in a broken cry. You couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but shake and sob as pleasure washed over you in a torrential deluge, sweeping you along in its current.

Dimly, you could feel the hot spurts of his seed painting your inner walls as his cock throbbed deep inside. Hoshina let out a guttural snarl, hands flying to your hips and crushing you against his lap in a single brutal thrust.

"Fuck, can't stop fuckin' cummin'," he groaned, his cock jerking and pulsing with each fresh gush of hot cum. His face was flushed, pupils blown wide as he ground himself deeper inside you. "Keep squeezin' my dick, mama, gods..."

When he finally collapsed back against the pillows, panting and sweat-slick, you slumped forward onto his chest. Your bodies were still connected, his cock twitching faintly within your thoroughly ravaged cunt as the final dribbles of his seed leaked from your core.

"Holy shit," Hoshina rasped, breath ghosting hot over the shell of your ear. His hands trailed up and down your sides in a soothing motion, calloused palms dragging across the hypersensitive skin. "Honey…"

"Mmmm, please don't tell me we're done," you mumbled, too blissed out to muster a proper protest. He snorted, one hand drifting up to toy with your tousled hair.

"Sweetheart, ya just had an orgasm that almost put you into a goddamn seizure," he said, sounding mildly incredulous. "And yer still thinkin' about getting railed?"

You let out a faint giggle, the sound vibrating through your torso until it buzzed around his spent cock. His hips jerked reflexively, a low groan rumbling deep in his chest as he rolled his head back against the pillows.

"Fuck," he mumbled, clearly struggling to regain his composure. "I’m still mad at ya, just so yknow."

You sighed, nuzzling into his shoulder. "I know, but...we'll talk about it after a nap, right?"

Hoshina went still, the fingers in your hair falling silent. For a long moment, you simply lay there, enjoying the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

"Yeah," he said finally, voice gone soft and contemplative. His arms tightened around you, pulling you flush against his broad chest. "We'll talk about it then, sweetheart."

[skyloftian-nutcase]

For your prompts (so excited, and congratulations btw!)- LU:

-Minish Four waking up in someone’s pocket?

-Anesthesia, but also the effects of coming out of it

-Ten year old Time who looks like he’s however old he is, keeping his true age a secret

It felt strangely stuffy.

Four wasn't entirely sure what had happened. He'd gone exploring after people had started settling in for lunch. The four hours of sleep last night hadn't really bothered him initially, but as he'd spoken to the Minish in this area, he'd felt himself start to nod off. He'd thought it was best to get back to camp as soon as he could - only a few people knew about his Minish magic, and he didn't need the group worrying because he'd gone wandering and hadn't returned.

But what had occurred since then? Four recalled the tiny river created from the trickling stream, how it attracted all sorts of creatures. He remembered a finch that had been hopping about excitedly in search for worms. He remembered deciding to settle on a rock and listen to the stream and the birds.

Had he... fallen asleep by accident? Oh, great. He was getting as bad as Sky.

But why did it feel so different now? If he'd fallen asleep, that would have been on the rock.

Something brushed against his face, or, really, had been brushing against his face since he'd awoken. Scrunching his eyes shut a moment, he slowly ran his hands down his face. It was strangely dark, though there was some vague light trying to pierce through his eyelids. But it should have been much brighter.

Oh no. How long had he been asleep?

This was when Four realized that his world was moving.

Four abruptly opened his eyes, finding that he was surrounded in what looked to be a giant blanket. At least that was what he assumed - it was cloth of some sort, but it was shifting rhythmically, and--

Four yelped as something bonked his head, and he looked up to see some strange outline pushing through the blanket. He tentatively pressed on it, and was absolutely bewildered by the hardness of it. What was that, why was the blanket moving, and--

Wait a second. He recognized the patterning on the blue fabric. It looked like what was on Twilight's sash that he wore under his belt.

Sunlight ripped into the sky all of a sudden, and Four looked up, disoriented, to see Twilight peeking at him from the corner.

Did... did he tuck Four into his sash?

"Oh, hey," Twilight said quietly, glancing around before looking back down at him. "I was wondering when you'd wake up."

"What in the--why didn't you just wake me up?" Four asked, simultaneously embarrassed and befuddled.

"Can't hear ya," Twilight replied. "You're too tiny."

"Rancher, I--"

"You were sleeping really peacefully, so I figured I'd just leave you be. But I said I'd look for you, so we're on our way back to the others."

"You'd better take me out, then, because I--"

"I figured I'd just say you were on your way and give you a bit more time to rest."

Four huffed, clawing his way up Twilight's tunic to try and climb out of his little cloth prison. Twilight laughed at him. Laughed.

"What are you doing?" the Ordonian asked, plucking Four easily by the back of his tunic.

Well, at least he was free. Four reversed the magic, feeling himself grow in size, and Twilight yelped.

Maybe he should've picked a better way to do this.

Four found himself gasping as Twilight fumbled to catch him. He was going to land just fine on his feet, but the elder hero thought he needed to still hold him, and now he was in his arms like a small child.

Four felt his face reddening. "I'm not a kid, Rancher!"

"Well, you could warn me," Twilight remarked mildly, plopping him on the ground easily. "I know you didn't sleep well last night, so I didn't want to interrupt. Sorry."

Four sighed. He was used to taking care of himself. Well. They all were used to that. Four was honestly the better team player of the group.

But he was his own team. So he still kind of took care of himself.

Anyway, the point was that... that...

That Twilight was trying to be helpful.

Four sighed yet again. "It's all right."

Twilight smiled easily, elbowing the smaller hero. "How about a ride back to the others, then?"

Four chuckled, taking the offer. "All right, that I can handle."

Twilight transformed easily, allowing Four to climb on his back, and the little hero felt his heart warm as the pair rode through the forest, the cool breeze blowing through his hair.

Four had to admit, he was quite fond of this new team he found himself in.

[junkworldusa]

HI I love my copy of Junkworld btw!! Thank you!!

Idk I might have asked you this before or someone else may have but I was wondering if you would talk some about your art practice like. Routine and the like? I think I remember you doing Lynda Barry exercises?

Well either way thank you!!!!

Oliver!!! Yes!!! I'm so glad!

I have to preface this by saying that I don't even work on art every day, much less comics. Last October I picked up knitting on a whim and spent all my free time making hats while listening to an audiobook of Moby-Dick. I made a lino print for the first time while sending out JW #1, fell in love with it, and have spent the last month or so carving and printing and experimenting. I go on painting jags, collage jags, writing jags, and I have two (2) guitars that are sitting in the corner patiently waiting for asteroid Kiana to circle back to them. I've been this way my whole life, and I am trying to work with it and not against it. HOWEVER. There is a hardcore Type A perfectionist inside me that wants nothing but consistency. This part of me abhors the flightiness, the mutations, the bouts of melancholy -- if there must be a Quest, it cries, let it be towards a singular Goal!!!!

For recovering perfectionists there really is no better teacher than Lynda Barry. She has a list of materials, she has dozens of exercises, she has you set time limits. According to her books she is quite a strict teacher in-class, demanding a lot of time, effort, care, and attention. All of this is wonderful. She boxes you in and sets you free.

"Making Comics" is the essential text. My favorite exercise is Monster Jam.

Here are a few of mine, all done left-handed to minimize the influence of the Type A chatter who lives in my brain. I have dozens and dozens of pages of these monsters. Barry recommends this specific process a lot: lay down the lines under pressure before your brain can catch up, then add color/patterns/details, under no pressure at all, while watching/listening to something you like.

There are several iterations after this - you draw their parents, an older sibling, a lover. Then you go back to the beginning and draw, in 6 panels, the story of their life. It somehow always presents itself.

As valuable as they are, I don't use these exercises to actually make comics nowadays. I use them to loosen up and activate that aforementioned feeling. Most of my comics come from doodles or notes scribbled down in a tiny notebook I carry everywhere. The process of making a longform comic is something I have bashed my head against for YEARS, and now involves divination, random image generation, a deck of Nancy cards, a lightbox, and a ton of panels chopped up and spread out on the floor so I can move them around. This is why I still only work in grids!

[py-dreamer]

...um...hi?

so if anyone's concerned, no I'm not dead.

Thankfully the digital studio is intact this year (thank god I would've had another mental breakdown istg-)

to all my lovely marshiemallows, thank y'all so much for your patience omg!!!!

(and to all my mutuals, @furornocturna and @violetjedisylveon in particular I'm so sorry I haven't been responding or active online at all, I'm so sorry-)

But to sum it up:

I'm on holiday in my home country rn and have been having a blast personally. Meeting relatives, childhood friends, the food, familiar places ect.

and I'll admit I do have a lot of free time outside that but honestly I do feel a wee bit burnt out ngl.

And with my spare time, I've jumped down the demon slayer rabbit hole

(huh who would've guessed)

Basically it's all been a huge break for me.

But I will still post lmk stuff dw. Though don't be surprised if you see a kny thingy pop up somewhere in the dreamscape!!

And for those curious about the fic:

I'm sorry I haven't updated at all, the wips are still in my drafts. I have no formal posting schedule but after returning and getting some work sorted out I'll see what I can do! But no promises!

Regardless, about the pic then.

It is a WIP. It's a sketch for a shadowalkers piece (Wooh! Haven't heard of that au in a while eh?)

I have redesigned mostly Bai He's outfit and added a little pouch for Macaca. The change was mostly so I had more freedom to do different top designs for the new members of the fam!

If anyone has suggestions for outfit designs or accessories or jewelery, hair, anything! let me know pls!

This is just the WIP stage and I really want to achieve that semi-wild, untamed but mysterious and refined gypsy look.

(Also its a guilty pleasure of mine to dress up my characters in aus or just for the fun of it lol)

And fun fact: Wukong's the only one in the fam wearing shoes lol.

Another fun fact: That brick pattern rag he's wearing? Was once a part of tripitaka's cassock from their days on the mountain. (see shadowalkers lore summary for context)

I didn't forget their tails this time! Wheeee!!

Oooh! Ooooh! Also the top half of Wukong's body? I did that myself sans references!!! Woooooooh!!!

Not that there's anything wrong with references of course. Pros and beginners use them and I do recommend them for poses, ideas and such.

Though I am proud I could think of something off like memory and make it work! I think...you can tell me otherwise lol

(BTW this is the after of the main plot where shadowpeach reconciles, they escape the town and Bai He gains a new stepbrother!)

SH!T I REALIZED I FORGOT MEI!!!!

UM I'LL ADD HER IN!! PROMISE!!!!

[littleplantfreak]

Self care nights with (some) of the Furin/Shishitoren boys

Boys included: Choji, Togame, Umemiya, and Kiryu

Inspired by me putting on a face mask and going "but what if there were boys with me"

Tomiyama Choji

-Choji's a little too pumped for self care night when you have to remind him it's supposed to be relaxing. He'll let you give him a manicure but he's twitchy when he sits for a while so I hope you have the hands of a surgeon otherwise there's a lot of cleaning up with the nail polish remover.

-He's the type to eat the cucumber they put on your eyes at the spa lmao a trip to the store for snacks in necessary. It's better to get him one of those cute masks that make you look like the animal on the package.

- Asks too many questions when you're watching dramas/movies together. There's a 50/50 chance he knocks out during the best part.

Togame Jo

- I wanna have a self care night with him soooo bad it's not even funny. He'll do whatever you ask him to whether it's playing with your hair or tracing your back and he just does it for however long you want him to? You'll get no complaints from him he's just vibing.

-Loves if you play with his hair too. It's super soft and it's even better if you do a hair mask with him. Put one of the peppermint ones on him and he's in heaven tbh.

-Set up a few candles and chill in the tub with him too if you're comfortable with it. He'll get a bit handsy when he's washing you but he behaves for the most part. Gives you those big ol' loverboy eyes when you reciprocate and start washing him too (i dont have any pics of him rn but I can see him in my mind's eye) They make you wanna kiss him senseless.

Umemiya Hajime

- Is used to these kinds of things since he takes part when the kids at the home and Kotoha have had nights like these in the past.

-He likes to try to keep his hands in good condition despite the ever present dirt from gardening and calluses from fighting. He's so good at mani/pedis he could do it for a living.

-Also his hands are fantastic at massages. If you're ticklish though expect him to graze your worst spots for fun. Making you feel good AND getting to hear you laugh? He's not passing that up for anything. Will smooch random places on your shoulders or back while he's working the knots out.

-Ume also likes to take baths with his s/o. If it's a bubble bath he makes beards or silly hats with the bubbles. He loves smelling like you after he uses your bath products btw.

-Snuggling on the couch and playing video games is ideal for him. His island in animal crossing is impressively made and full of every fruit and flower and plant you could want. Expert collector of things in his museum too (swooning)

Kiryu Mitsuki

- He also plays games with you but that's just normal for him.

- Great at dying hair and doing cute new hairstyles on you. He's super into skincare and makeup stuff so anything you want done to yourself, feel free to do for him as well. He has no problem with you trying new makeup looks on him or painting his nails wild colors and patterns.

- Doing DIY/craft stuff with Kiryu is a must. Bring on the legos, paints, and crafting kits he's ready for anything.

- If you're at his place he'll let you try on whatever clothes he has in his closet for fun. Might just eat you up what with how cute you look in them though so watch out.

[gavalaa]

Sketches of all my redone designs for my Phantom Thieves from my AU, Icarus! Lots of info down below on the cut, so if you want to know more about the details and inspiration, feel free to keep reading!

This includes Akechi’s design for his Princely/Robin Hood attire, BEFORE his Icarus attire you might have seen from my other posts! Check out the Icarus AU tag for more info! Icarus has a main focus on Akechi and his relationship to the thieves, but the AU is actually an entire rewrite with new designs, 3rd semester and epilogue/strikers/tactica stories, hence Zenkichi and Sophia’s inclusion.

Read below for individual info:

I decided to include more motifs towards their persona’s and general vibes; and also just my own personal touches haha.

AKIRA - Not much has changed, I really like his design overall. I raised his boots to be like Arsene’s and changed his neck area.

MORGANA - I hate the OG pill shaped head, his new design is based heavily on the shape of Palico’s from Monster Hunter. Added a little more nod to Zorro/His persona motifs and also just made him cuter! Little hamburger headed cat.

RYUJI - I made him a little bulkier and gave some more weight to his outfit overall. I gave him heavier boots and a slightly buffer build to relate back more to his sporty style.

ANN - honestly was never too big on her latex outfit, I wanted to call back to a personal favorite female lead; Christine Daae, and used one of the versions of her Don Juan costume as inspiration. I remember seeing Phantom live and in many stage versions of her character, the Don Juan scene was a pure moment of female control, and she was truly working the Phantom and controlling every movement on the stage. Her presence is commanding, and I thought it was a very fitting tribute to Ann’s character as feminine strength. (I’m absolutely not referring to the movie iteration of Daae btw.)

YUSUKE - I referred to some historical art and legend of Goemon to add more elements of design to his outfit. When I color them, I want to add some really strong pops of color to his clothing to really drive the aesthetics and artistry home.

MAKOTO - Another totally redid outfit, I opted to give her a design which relates back to Popess Joan, and also Anat. I gave her a clawed hand on her right side and an uncovered hand on her left as both a nod to Anat’s hand raised in iconography of her from art history, but also to show the duality of Anat’s title as both a goddess of war, and of love. It also relates to the mythology of Joan and her nature as both a leader and a martyr. I changed her mask to a Venetian Commedia mask as well.

FUTABA - ok. I’ll be honest. I never liked her skin-tight outfit, it just doesn’t match her personality at all. Also, the high tech Egyptian feel never really sold me. I totally understand the tomb thing, but I truthfully think a dungeon/palace which was more like… tech/nerd themed would have been much more “futaba” the inspiration for this new outfit relates back to her persona, the Necromomicon, as well as her nerdy personality, and her affiliation as Alibaba (Ali Baba.) I wanted to go more lovecraftian, long sleeves and patterning designed to look more like lovecraftian tendrils, and big baggy pants and her classic shoes to match. The patterning on her undershirt will resemble a rib cage, both as a reference to her deathly “tomb” iconography, but also to Lovecraftian and Necronomicon lore. I think she matches the description of a nerdy, techie DND dungeon master more than the initial outfit, so that’s the route I took personally.

HARU - relating back to some fashions from 17th c France, where Milady’s story (the three musketeers) takes place, I kept her design relatively similar. I just gave her a little more iconography relating to the three musketeers and that general timeframe.

AKECHI - in his pre-Icarus outfit, I’ve given him a princely sort of outfit befitting of his two faced nature, and edited it to relate to Robin Hood a little more. I tried to keep it sleek and just generally very concealing and layered.

SUMIRE - i gave her some iconography relating back to one of her personas, who is an inference to Freya. I also included some more nods to classic Cinderella, with fantasy gown elements. Overall, relatively similar.

ZENKICHI - again, relatively similar, I really like his outfit. I just opened up the face some to show more personality and spiced up the outfit generally to keep it matching. honestly, les mis/Valjean was a hard one, but I also think his character could be heavily related back to Edmond Dante (Monte Cristo.) so I gave some nods to that as well.

SOPHIA - I turned her into a FINGIE!!!! I made her whole dress as a nod to her persona/to pandora’s tiles around her/the pillars. I wanted to make her small and almost unnatural since she’s an AI, and I thought having a little guy on the team would add some more variation.

[dadsbongos]

Daan x fem!reader smut pleaseee?

not super proofread :3  697 words  i think this takes place in an au where instead of elise, daan meets you :P and no termina lol

warnings - p in v, unprotected, femdom aura (fem reader btw), PATHETIC man as he should be, hints of daan being an unstable wench

~~~

“You’re precious this way,” you twirl a finger in the doctor’s short hair.

“Miserable?” he squeezes your hips tighter despite the huff.

“Flustered,” you coo, working your hand down the smooth slope of his throat. Your fingers bob at his groan of protest. 

“I have to be up early tomorrow, you know that…” his face is quickly growing red. However, the way his eyes are darting from your lips to your breasts to the apex of your thighs pressing snugly onto him tells you he doesn’t actually care that he has to be up early tomorrow.

But you do love to tease, “Oh?” you pout, shifting onto your knees and off Daan’s lap, “So, I should move then? Best to let you rest, right?”

“Well…” he whines, almost pathetically, and rolls his eyes while pulling at the tight collar of his shirt with one hand, “I never said that.”

“Aw,” you wring both hands around the back of his neck and angle his face to press your lips on his, “Do you want me, darling?”

“I live to want you, my love.”

You kiss him again, “Right answer.”

Daan can’t even weasel his way back to your shared bedroom before you’ve worked off his ugly plaid trousers. And he has no room to so much as slide off the couch before you’ve fished his cock free. Flushed red and soft and curving into your warm palm.

Puckering your lips, spit foams and dribbles onto the head of Daan’s erection, it twitches at the cooling agent. Brief, wet respite before you charitably slot him into the crease of your thigh -- only long enough tug your panties to the side and yank up your skirt, but even that feels comparable to eternity of suffering. 

“Hurry,” he snips, bucking up into the sweltering plump of your thigh, only to quickly soften his tone, “<i>please</i>...”

“As I said,” you coo, kissing up Daan’s neck, “You’re precious this way.”

He whines into your mouth, lips slippery with want and legs tight with desperation, once you finally concede and sink your pelvis to his. His cock basks in the velvety scorch, and Daan makes his appreciation known with even thrusts up into you. Intentional to not only meet your rocking, but initiate contact as deep as he can carve.

Daan latches onto the hem of your shirt and rips it up and over your head, teasing his thumbs against where the fat of your tits spills over your bra. His teeth dig into the plush as he croons and whines about your pussy. <i>So good, tight-- fucking warm. Gonna ruin you for anyone else. You’re mine, right? You’re mine.</i>

It’d be strange to hear if he weren’t whispering it into your soft breasts like he’s afraid to be negated. 

“All yours,” you confirm, curling both arms around his head and pushing him closer. Your thighs suction to his sides -- desperate bouncing cooling into pathetic grinds. 

Daan, however, forces you to keep moving up and down on his cock. His hands strong as he manhandles your movements for his own pleasure, but he is a gentleman so he reaches between the sweltering core of your conjoined bodies and circles your clit. 

“I want to feel you cum on me,” he professes, thrusts speeding up -- rapid jerks to fuck your juices out of you. Reveling in the downright degenerate sound of your wet cunt spilling and sucking with his every drive inside you, “You’re so wet, darling. Is that for me? It is, right? You’re so wet for me?”

Needy hands pull and squeeze at your pliant flesh, his cock twitching as he leaks broken moans. Soon he’s sputtering hot cum inside you, forcing your hips to still right against him. And continuing his gentlemanly pattern, Daan uses his grip on you to force you to swish back and forth. Your clit brushing the hairs at his pelvis. Even as he softens, Daan kisses and licks and begs for your own orgasm.

“Please,” he pants, “Need to feel you cum, darling. Let me feel you.”

Daan truly is the best for you when he’s like this: flustered and red and begging.

[ravenloop]

hi darling! i do see that you want requests in your inbox so im here to fullfil that want of yours :)

oh, btw i really do expect that you're well and, if you don't, please take care of yourself okay??

anyways, the request is for the arcana characters, more specifically for julian, asra and muriel (idk how much characters you accept for request but if you need to you can take one of these off) with a reader that does like art and try to make everything in their lifes a little bit more fun, colorful and artsy.

you can write in any format you're more comfortable in writing, but i think that maybe headcannons is easier. oh, and if you could do the reader gender neutral would be good!

oh and if you couldn't understand something, im sorry, english is not my first language. and if you want to, feel free to ignore this request.

AN: Thank you for the kind words!! I am doing well, busy but well :)) also you speak English amazingly!! Anyways here's your request <33 I haven't done Muriel's route yet so forgive me if anything is wrong :')

Headcannons: Julian, Asra and Muriel with an artistic S/O

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Julian:

Honestly? He loves it!

It may not seem like it with the pirate outfit and rogue-ish lifestyle, but Julian is quite the colour lover himself. He just loves the energy and atmosphere vibrant colours bring.

So when you and him meet, and he finds out you're an even bigger lover of colours and an artist at that—the man was practically bursting with excitement.

Definitely gets you some art supplies. But since Julian has little to zero knowledge on being an artist, his art supplies aren't always the most helpful. Though you still appreciate him for trying to help with your hobby, even if his "paint" looks like it belongs in a potion brewing shop.

Practically demands to see some of your older art works and becomes sad if you say no. It's fine though if you don't let him, he'll find them eventually (his words, not yours).

Whenever you're painting or doing anything artsy, he's almost always by your side asking questions and just chatting with you. And as always you enjoy it when he's with you, it makes you feel warm inside knowing he's as passionate about watching you paint as you are about painting.

"Julian, I need you to-"

"I know, I know—you want me to stop staring at you. But I can't help it! You're just so beautiful when you're focused on something you're so passionate about!"

"...That's really sweet, but that's not what I was gonna ask. You're sitting on my paint pallette, could you maybe get off it?"

"WHAT—"

Asra:

You're an artist?? He's ENAMOURED already.

Asra adores everything you paint. He himself is a bit of an artist, but he doesn't paint as often as you since he's always busy with the Major Arcana amongst other things.

When he travels for long periods of time and comes back, he always brings you things like art supplies, trinkets or flowers, saying, "They reminded me of you." And he loves watching your eyes sparkle as you think of the different ways you can use the items.

After a long day, Asra just likes curling up besides you while you create your masterpieces. He'll bring you a warm drink and food too, before settling down on a blanket besides you.

If you ask, he'll give you some pointers or tell you what you could add to your work as you paint. He has an eye for detail.

"I think a few flowers would look really nice over here." He points to a certain part of the canvas.

"You always think flowers look nice in every painting," You playfully respond, and see him look away shyly. "What can I say? They really do!"

Asra could stare at your work for hours without feeling the need to look away. He just loves the mixture of colours and patterns you use. They remind him of the different realms and he finds that beautiful.

Sometimes you even use things from around his home for inspiration. It could be anything—his clothes, the intricate patterns on his curtains, sometimes even his tarot cards, and he won't say it aloud but it gives him a bit of a confidence boost. It's almost as if a piece of him is within your art work.

Muriel:

Muriel is a very... Dark and gloomy man in general.

The forest is his home, but not the pretty and flower-filled part, he makes his home in the shadowy, dark and somewhat dangerous parts of the forest.

So when you come into his life and bring all of this colour and vibrance, it throws him off. He doesn't know what to make of it. He feels to seen with all of it.

"What are you doing?" He approaches you as you hang a vine of flowers over the fireplace.

You look back and smile, "I thought it could use a little bit of... Decor..." You notice the way he frowns, even harder than usual as he stares at the decoration. "I'll take it ou-" "No. Leave it."

You're shocked, "Muriel, if you don't like it I can-" "I like it. It's pretty... Like you" He mutters the last part, so softly you almost don't hear him. Then he leaves. Quickly.

You smile to yourself.

After that you notice he spends more time with you as you decorate or make things, you even started asking him for his opinion on some things. He always responds with "Hm..." But you'll take what you can get.

Sometimes you take Inanna with you to hunt for things in the wild that you could use. Muriel was weary at first of letting you go with her, but Inanna seemed happy to go, so Muriel allowed it. After a while you even convinced him to come along on your art scouting journeys too. He comes in handy when you get carried away and find a little too many items that you need to take with you.

Oh and if anyone ever criticizes your art, no they didn't. In fact, almost as soon as they criticize it, they're on their knees worshipping you and the art itself. Why? Let's just say a big, terrifying man glaring down at you with eyes that say "I will rip your limbs apart and relish in every second of it" is not very fun.

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[grandadofrad]

RESOURCES FOR ARTISTS VOL 1

In the spirit of gratitude for the plethora of free resources out there for artists that I've been gleefully ransacking my entire life, I want to share some of them that I've compiled.

smithsonian open access: this is a HUGE one! lots of images that are absolutely free to use, as well as an incredible set of 3-D resources. Their collection spans the same breadth that their multiple museums do-- natural history, gems, fine art, aerospace/engineering stuff, etc. so do not sleep on this.

(screenshot is the 3-D digitization page, one of my fav sections)

2. The League of Moveable Type is a resource for free fonts, but not just any free fonts-- professionally designed free fonts. Some of the bigger sites can be a lot of wading through sub par stuff, but every single thing here was very carefully and lovingly designed, and is free.

3. Unsplash is full of great free to use images. Seriously, huge collection. Portraits, textures, 3-D renderings, you name it and it's probably here and free to use. ALSO cool because images will note whether their creator is for hire if you like their work. You can also submit your images to this platform. (I think it has a premium section but I haven't needed to engage with it yet)

(screenshot of unsplash.com with a search for 'y2k render')

4. rawpixel's Public Domain collection. They've been high quality scanning public domain images for a while. They're free to use under a CC0 license, which is basically without restriction. They've got lots of categories, I personally love the Graphic Design and the Vintage Illustration sections.

(screenshot of the 'patterns' section of the Public Domain collection on rawpixel)

5. Photopea is a free Photoshop alternative that runs in your browser. It's got a few quirks(especially if you run a non-chromium browser, but stay strong anyway) and is ad-supported, but really powerful and robust. It also opens PSD files, supports smart objects and basically all of the Photoshop asset filetypes(.abr .grad .pat etc), as well as has filters, even a couple that Photoshop itself has gotten rid of in their more recent versions. You can use the fonts on your machine, export transparent pngs, and do generally anything that the big guy does. You can also donate a small amount to remove ads and support the singe person(!) who created and maintains it.

(screenshot of a .psd file with smart objects/smart filters open on photopea. The 'file' dropdown menu shows exciting options such as 'export' and 'save as psd')

6. Brusheezy.com is a great place to get free brushes, vectors, and photoshop assets in general(which can all be used in Photopea, btw).

(screenshot of the 'categories' page of brusheezy.com)

7. dafont.com Last but not least, I will include this huge font site but assume most people already have it on their radar. Free fonts! No account needed to download! Tons of categories! Many are demo/limited versions, so pay attention especially if you plan to use numbers or special characters as those are often the things left out of the free to use demo versions. It's nice to have a lot of options but to the discerning eye a decent amount of the fully free fonts here will fall a bit short/feel unpolished. That's not to discourage you from it, as I have a huge collection of types from here and routinely check it when I need something specific.

(screenshot of dafonts.com with the 'sci-fi' section pulled up)

So that's what I've got right now for visual art resources, I hope you can find something useful in here. Feel free to share this list and keep an eye out for the next one! Thanks to everyone out their with a love for sharing in their hearts, it's really inspired me to make some things with no other intention than to put them into the world as tools for others!

[canines-crown]

Quick explanation on how I did my mask!

(for @your-nonhumanbestie and everyone esle who's curious)

Before I start I have to mention that the mask I made, even if it might not appear too terribly on pictures, is not of the highest quality, and I myself do not have much experience in mask making at all. I am only posting this because I was asked to :3 There's much better tutorials out there!

I also don't have any pictures from the making of the first mask, which is why I'll be using shots from the mask I'm currently working on

That being said...

I used an ordinary cat mask that you can basically order anywhere. For the snout and ears, I first drew them out on paper. Once I was satisfied I traced it onto foam and cut it out! The foam I used was very thin, I absolutely recommend using one that's about this thick.

To get get the ears somewhat three-dimensional looking, I glued the foam on like this! (note: on the mask I posted I actually cut off the ears, I don't know if it works better with or without the ears yet)

For the snout I used a pattern like this! (the wavy lines aren't necessary, I just used those to give the snout a cool shape, the first mask didn't have them btw)

You can easily fold it into a shape like this!

You can also cut out the base's muzzle like this!

I then glued everything on and started felting it. The felt I used was very thin, I believe that's important- with my first mask I felted after I glued everything on, but with my second mask I wanna try felting ears and snout before gluing everything together. I don't know what works better yet though. On my first mask I did felt the already glued on ears separately from the rest of the mask!

Here's the tutorial I used for felting!

Once felted, I just started painting. I used a big, broad brush and acrylic paint! I didn't just use black, but rather a mixture of black and dark blues. That way the mask looks dark but still somewhat vibrant.

The nose I made out of fimo! I simply shaped it into the form I wanted, put it in the oven to harden, then painted it and glued it on.

The fake fur I also simply cut off, then glued it on. Be careful when cutting the fur, so you don't cut off the strands of hair! Brush the fur into the direction opposite of where you wanna cut :3

The mesh for the eyes I simply cut out and painted, then glued it on!

Aaand that's it basically? Feel free to ask questions if my explanation didn't make sense to you or if you don't understand a certain thing!

All of the materials I mentioned I got from Amazon

Yet again, I wanted to add, that I am not a professional mask maker. This was my first ever mask and it has lots of flaws! I still heavily appreciate the support and kind comments I got on the post though. I'm truly glad that y'all seem to enjoy it

Hopefully this little tutorial can help some of you :3

[kimyoonmiauthor]

Better Novel Scrivener Template

BTW, If you liked the Settings Template, this has that plus more...

The Current Novel Template is out of date, the templates aren't really doing much for you. And the variety of icons is rather thin. I set out to fix this.

The template as a whole is PG-13 as the Character Template mentions "dangerous" things like "Kinks" and "Safe Words" OMG. I know. So terrible. So if you don't want to explain those things to anyone underage, don't download it.

As I am NB, and generally queer otherwise, I have included things like Sexual Orientation, Romantic Orientation and a whole load of things to think about when building CHARACTER, SETTING, WORLDBUILDING. I included things that people often forget by using my Uni and College knowledge.

Please, please read the "Read Me First" file if you want to avoid having to load missing icons. I give instructions.

In case you still opened it despite my warnings or it doesn't work, you'll have to load in the icons manually. In which case this is a reference:

The New Icons are: Domestic Products, Imported Goods, Exported Goods, Laws, and Social Stratification. I added extra icons for Weapons and Warfare in case you're not writing Fantasy. Laser Guns and a Historical Pistol.

I did my best to make it CULTURALLY NEUTRAL. If you want them specific, you're on your own.

I also added if you'd like to load them

All these Icons to the folder so You can finally color code your manuscripts to your heart's content. (My unending frustration with Scrivener).

I added an SVG file so if there is an exact shade I missed on the Spiral Notebook Colors or the Hardcover Books, you can add it.

The Composition Notebook file isn't included as it contains a pattern. However, I made pains to make sure it matches real life colors that exist in Composition Notebooks. You wanted the Settings Template? There are 2. One for City/Towns. One general one.

Zero Organization or Clue on Querying or Self pubbing?

I put up Organization Folders for you.

Here are the Templates you get. Everything is beefed up for you. I spent forever on these Templates and testing them. I also cued Styles to them so it's easy to change the colors. If you want to change something, as the About document says, turn on invisibles.

The Default Styles aren't useless anymore.

If you need a more Definitive Guide, I also made one in the file:

Download the Scrivener Template. It is a ZIP FILE Win Zip or other Zip app should be able to handle it.

Warning: Direct Download https://www.kimyoonmi.com/BetterNovelScrivenerTemplate.zip If you want to Skip the Template completely, but are wishing to add the Icons to your Scrivener:

https://www.kimyoonmi.com/ScrivenerIcons.zip

This template itself is not for sale or profit nor are the icons. Also don’t be the person that lies that says you made it. It’s a Creative Commons License Attribution, Noncommercial, No Derivatives by Yoonmi Kim 2024. You may change it for personal use only. Any problems can be addressed directly to me at https://www.kimyoonmiauthor.com. If you would like to translate this into other languages, let me know.

Don't be the ass that tries to sell my hard work, 'cause really, it's free. And I spent a lot of pains and time to make sure it's free and easy to use with a lot of subtle UX. Edit: I added even more stuff to the newest version.

Yes, a Pets Sketch, a Fauna Species Sketch a Flora Species Sketch, there is Literature added to the list of Art (I forgot it. lol I thought the mistake was silly, but yeah.)

And I added a Medicine Section with an icon to the technology section. There are two native icons already for Medicine--syringe and pill, but I kind of felt it didn't always give the feel of fantasy, so I made a Mortar and Pestle from scratch to add, but if you're doing sci-fi or contemporary, etc you can change to the syringe or pill.

I added explainers as well for the items to the guide.

Why?

'Cause. I would love to be able to see people put more thought into their worlds/worldbuilding, even if it doesn't show up. Maybe it won't be only horses for animals as pets. Or an occasional dog. Haha. Having a gay dog like Robin Williams would be great.

[grailfinders]

Grailfinders Viewers' Choice #24: Dark Sakura

today on Grailfinders we’re making the big bad of Heaven’s Feel, Dark Sakura. she’s Sakura, but dark! I admit we haven’t played F/SN yet (heresy, I know), so if we get any lore wrong I profusely apologize. she’s got that grail gunk all up in her, so you know we had to give her the ol’ sorlock treatment. she’s a Great Old One Warlock for that GOO, and a Clockwork Sorcerer to get some of her own power. with those two in place, we have everything we need for omnipotence! maybe.

check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Ancestry & Background

Sakura’s a Human, or at least she was before the goopening, and she grew up with a special pattern on her that’s teaching her magic. that’s a Mark of the Sentinel if I ever heard it, giving her +2 Charisma and +1 Dexterity (thank you Tasha), as well as the Sentinel’s Intuition for a d4 bonus on all Insight and Perception checks. the most important part of hiding yourself from people is making sure they don’t know if you know that they know what you know, y’know? you can also use the Guardian’s Shield once a day for a free casting of the shield spell, and you’re a Vigilant Guardian, letting you throw yourself between an ally and an attack once a day. we’re not really using that last one here, but maybe you’ll use it during Today’s Menu for the Emiya Family, who knows. bacon grease really hurts, so maybe that counts as an attack?

you also get an extended spell list, but we’ll just go over the ones we want as we get them.

you’re also a Haunted One, because dear christ is the Matou family fucked up. on the plus side, you’re proficient in Arcana and Religion. that totally makes up for the trauma, right?

Ability Scores

your highest stat is Charisma. if you want people to think you’re doing alright, you need to lie to them constantly, and that’s a lot of charisma checks. also, your magic comes from within, and also from a cup, and also from a cup within, and all of those are charisma based. second up is Constitution. you can keep fighting with like, 80% of your body gone, so yeah. you’re pretty tough. third is Intelligence, as magic in Fate is a mix of sorcery and wizardry- it would feel weird to have this low, even if we don’t need it. this means your Dexterity is just okay. as implied by that bit about your body getting torn apart, you clearly don’t get out of the way of attacks easily. which kind of makes sense, you’re still just a teenager with magic powers. speaking of, your Wisdom’s low. I don’t want to assume as to how you got a grail stuffed inside you, but I will say it probably makes it hard for you to focus on stuff. that means we’re dumping Strength. you are a teenage girl. plus you’re going to have plenty of minions to do all the heavy lifting for you. I hear one of them is the strongest in the world.

Class Levels

1. Warlock 1: starting off as a warlock gets you proficiency with Wisdom and Charisma saves, as well as Deception and History. you also get an Awakened Mind from your GOO! (that’s Great Old One btw, but both work to describe grail mud) that gives you an Awakened Mind, letting you speak telepathically with anyone nearby as long as they know at least one language. I know the grail let Medusa speak Japanese but wouldn’t it be funny if it didn’t? now you’re prepared.

The grail will also give you Pact Magic like all warlocks, allowing you to cast spells using your Charisma for the spell modifier and save DC. You only have one first-level spell slot at the moment, but it recharges each short rest, and you’ll receive more and stronger spell slots over time. Eldritch Blast gives you a basic ranged attack that any caster should know, while Infestation allows you to call upon the grail mud to poison a nearby creature while also forcing them to move one space in a random direction. If your DM is fond of pits and hazards, you will be fond of this spell.

For your leveled spell, you can bring the mud to bear against anyone near you with Arms of Hadar, attacking friend and foe alike around you, while also preventing them from making reaction. For your second spell, go on the defensive with Shield of Faith giving you or an ally +2 AC for up to ten minutes. Any damage avoided is effectively damage healed, if you think about it.

2. Warlock 2: Second level warlocks get Eldritch Invocations to shape the grail mud to your liking. with these you can don an Armor of Shadows for free castings of Mage Armor on yourself, instantly adding an extra 3 points of AC while not wearing armor. you can also use Agonizing Blasts, adding your Charisma modifier to all damage done by your Eldritch Blast.

Speaking of dealing damage via Eldritch Blast, your new spell this level is Hex. With this spell, you deal an extra 1d6 necrotic damage to your target every time you hit them, and they also get disadvantage on all checks made with an ability of your choosing. If your target falls to 0 HP before your hour is up, you can even move it to another target! Given how many attacks Eldritch Blast can fire off in a single turn, this is a great boon to any killer of humanity.

3. Warlock 3: At third level, warlocks receive their Pact Boon, an extra special gift from your patron to shift the tides of battle! When you enter the Pact of the Talisman, anyone can wear it and add a d4 to a failed check up to your proficiency times a day. If you know what’s coming, you can be better prepared for it. Failing that, you can at least pretend you were prepared for it and make your rolls better anyway.

You also gain second level spells this level, and Hold Person is a doozy! One creature of your choice needs to make a Wisdom save, and if they fail, they’re paralyzed for up to a minute, or until they make another Wisdom save at the end of their turn.

A paralyzed creature is Incapacitated, and fails all strength and dexterity saves. In addition, all attacks against them gain advantage, and attackers within 5’ of the creature always deal critical damage whenever they hit. If you want to kill a humanoid as quickly as possible, this is how you do it.

4. Warlock 4: At fourth level, warlocks gain their first Ability Score Improvement, allowing us to round out your Dexterity and Charisma at the same time! We still can’t summon Saber Alter just yet, but you can use a Sword Burst for more or less the same effect. You also gain your first pseudo-summon this level thanks to Phantasmal Force. This illusion can be of anything you wish, but if you make an illusion that would deal damage to the creature, they will take a little psychic damage each turn.

5. Warlock 5: Fifth level warlocks learn third level spells. Counterspell will allow you to no-sell just about anything in the game, when it works. Countering the right attack or escape attempt can instantly make you the MVP of any encounter, which feels appropriate for a holy grail.

You can also don a Cloak of Flies thanks to your new invocation. With this, you deal poison damage to every creature within 5’ of you while also gaining advantage on Intimidation checks, at the cost of disadvantage on all other forms of charisma. You can use this once a short rest, and it has no time limit! it’s literally free damage.

6. Warlock 6: In contrast, your new Entropic Ward is free anti-damage. Whenever a creature attacks you, you can react to give it disadvantage. If this causes the attack to miss, your next attack against the attacker is made at advantage. You can only use this once per short rest, but I’m sure most people would prefer to have as few stab wounds as they can manage.

You can also further spread the mud’s influence thanks to the Hunger of Hadar, making a 20’ radius sphere of darkness that slows movement within it and deals damage to anything that starts and ends its turn within it.

7. Sorcerer 1: now we’re going to jump back to Sorcerer real quick and pick up some regular Sakura spells. you can argue we should’ve done this class first then, but I wanted the extra HP. so yes, you have Spells, you cast them with Charisma too. these refresh on long rests, but you can use warlock spell slots for sorcery spells and vice versa. this also doubles your cantrip count with the addition of Fire Bolt, Frostbite, Lightning Lure, and Chill Touch so this level isn’t 100% regular Sakura. you can also use Magic Missile if you like multiattacking but hate missing, and Silvery Barbs for another way to make the infinite power of the grail work for you. react and force someone to re-roll an attack, save, or check. if they fail, you can give an ally advantage on their next attack, save, or check. it’s great.

speaking of roll fuckery, you’re a Clockwork Soul, which lets you Restore Balance. 90% of the time grails are doing the exact opposite, but whatever, it lets you remove advantage or disadvantage from a d20 roll you can see Proficiency times per day. you can make the grail do literally anything, so everything we do here is 100% canon. people will believe that, right?

8. Sorcerer 2: second level sorcerers get a Font of Magic, so you can burn spell slots to make sorcery points and burn points to make sorcerer spell slots. if you’re not aware of the “coffeelock” gimmick, this lets you turn warlock slots into sorcerer slots, then short rest to regain the warlock slots for infinite magical power. as long as you can stay awake and not die in the process, at least.

to help you not die, here’s False Life! it gives you temporary HP! that’s almost as good as healing!

9. Sorcerer 3: third level sorcerers get Metamagic! it lets you customize spells almost as much as your invocations let you customize you. Heightened spells give one creature in their effect disadvantage on their save for 3 points, while Quickened spells let you cast an action spell as a bonus action. you blast hard, and you blast fast. it makes sense, given the magical reactor you’re stealing power from.

also you can cast Alter Self now! I don’t know what your cool red and black dress thing is supposed to be made out of, but if it’s made out of you, now you can make it by using the Change Appearance option. you can also choose an Aquatic Adaptation or Natural Weapons if you want.

10. Sorcerer 4: fourth level sorcerers get an ASI to max out your Charisma for the strongest spells, as well as the cantrip Mind Sliver to mess up human brains even more, and Maximillian’s Earthen Grasp for a sorta giant. why make a giant the size of a mountain when you can make a giant out of a mountain? think smarter, not harder. (it restrains a creature for up to a minute if it fails a strength save and you can make the hand crush people while grabbed.)

11. Warlock 7: Seventh level warlocks can use fourth level spells like Dominate Beast, turning any beast you can see into your loyal companion for up to a minute, forcing it to obey any command you give it. Most of our enslavement tactics only work on humanoids, so if you have to fight Hessian Lobo, this can help bring him into the fold.

If that’s not beastly enough, you become a Sculptor of Flesh this level, letting you cast Polymorph once a day with a warlock spell slot. This will transform you into a beast with a CR equal to or lower than your level for up to an hour. This is effectively summoning a giant to fight for you while also giving you a much larger HP pool to work with. You can’t cast spells while polymorphed, but I don’t think you need to if you’re a T. Rex.

12. warlock 8: at level 8 u get another asi, this time you’re getting lucky! congrats, some people have to stay up all night for that one. with this, yu can re-roll a creature’s attack, check, or save (as long as it directly affects u) up to 3 times a day! you can’t loop the whole war, but you can loop an attack or two. or three, if you were paying attention!

you can also summon a guardian of faith now, it’s only large so pretty small for a giant, but it blocks an area and stabs stuff for radiant damage! plus these are concentration free, so you can make as many as you want!

13. warlock 9: ninth level warlocks get fifth level spells, and if you really wanna make a shadow giant, then you need BIGBY’S HAND!!! it makes a big hand you can control. sure it’s not the whole thing, but all the cool giant boss fights only let you hit one body part anyway. also yer eldritch blast is a lance of lethargy now, so once a turn you can knock 10’ offa someone’s move speed for the next turn. that’s why this build’s so late!

14. warlock 10: tenth level warlocks can toll the dead and deal extra damage to anyone not at full health, but more importantly you get a thought shield! your mind cant be read by anybody you don’t wanna deal with, and you get resistance to psychic damage bc the amount you block gets launched back at the sender! you’re mostly mud by this point, i think. you ever try to make mud freak out? doesn’t go well.

15. warlock 11: leventh level warlocks get a mystic arcanum, a fancy way of saying you have normal spell slots now that only work for the one spell you get them for. no upcasting allowed past this point! now you can create undead! wit this you can turn up to three corpses into ghouls that’ll stay under your control for 24 hours. you can refresh this control with another casting, or you can just let them run free on the populace, your choice. boom, creepy skeletons, done!

16. Sorcerer 5: fifth level sorcerers got Magical Guidance, giving you another way to boost failed checks if you got the points for it. also, you can dispel magic now. if you couldn’t counter it, at least you can cut through it after the fact! (kinda ironic you died to rulebreaker, huh?)

17. Sorcerer 6: at sixth level clockwork sorcerers become a Bastion of Law, letting you spend sorcery points to give yourself a barrier to block up to 5d8 incoming damage.

18. warlock 12: at twelfth level you get your last asi, makin you tough! that’s 36 hp now, and another 2 every time you level up from here on out! if you want to heal a lot of hp, you need a lot of hp. or not, you can just turn into a huge giant crab if ya want. you also get the protection of the talisman this level, letting whoever is wearing it get an extra d4 on their save proficiency times a day! you’re just better than everyone, huh?

19. Warlock 13: a thirteenth level warlock gets a seventh level arcanum like Finger of Death. it kills people and can turn them into your zombie minions, just like the grail mud.

20. Warlock 14: all of this is nice of course, but it’s not warping a servant to serve you indefinitely. thankfully, that’s why you can now create thralls! you can use your action to touch any incapacitated humanoid and charm them indefinitely, or until they get hit with a remove curse spell. as long as you two are on the same plane, you can also talk to each other with your minds!! just. convince someone to play Saber. alter them. boom, salter.

Pros & Cons

Pros:

Create Thrall is a huge boon, letting you turn just about anyone into your minion for practically free. there’s no save, even! while finding an incapacitated humanoid sounds daunting, it’s easier than you’d think with a liberal sprinkling of heightened Hold Persons. suck a servant into goop and make them your servants. or zombies, or just lie to them!

as a sorlock you get infinite magic as long as you’re willing to work without sleep, which lets you blast away with your strongest spells without issue. well, not your strongest spells since those are arcanum, but still, infinite upcast Magic Missiles and Hungers of Hadar. it’s nice!

of course if you want to talk defense, infinite spell slots means infinite sorcery points means infinite shields. your infinite magical power makes Bastion of Law just a silly power to have, with no limit to the number of times you can use it outside of how much mana you have to burn meaning you can block up to 5d8 damage every turn with no limit outside of your patience. this is on top of your decent (for a caster) hp, as well as an ungodly number of ways to block, disadvantage, and stymie attackers at every turn. if someone somehow manages to fight you directly, it’s going to be a while before they can even pretend to land a hit on you.

Cons:

it a good thing you have those shields, because your AC is terrible without them. 15 AC isn’t bad, of course, but it means you’ll have to use every trick in your book if you get cornered by someone with actual fighting experience.

also, that big pro I put up there with the Bastion of Law? it takes a bonus action to burn a slot into points, then an action to make the shield. that’s your entire turn gone every time your shield needs to be refreshed. if someone really gets you on your backfoot, you can last a while, but that’s about all you can do. this is why you need the minions.

but now that I brought up that “ungodly number of ways to block attacks”… you have an ungodly number of ways to block attacks. that means not only do you have to be really paying attention to the DM’s turns, you need to keep an eye on all those methods of defense so you A) can use them well, and B) you don’t burn through them too quickly. complexity isn’t a death sentence, but you should know it before going all-in on a build. some people just want to relax in D&D, after all.

[222hopelessromantic444]

do you mind writing smth angsty for donnie darko??

thanks in advance <33

ofc hehe thank u so much for the request<333

I'm currently on a different continent so this will be a short one- hope u still like it tho♡

btw feel free to request something else if this isn't what u wanted c:

The Killing Moon

Donnie meets you on a field to lock at the stars and talk.

The soft moonlight gently illuminated his features as he moved closer to you, resting his head in your lap. Just minutes earlier, Donnie had tossed small rocks at your window, prompting you to groggily open it at 2 in the morning.

Since your room was on the third floor, you had to quietly sneak out of the house to meet Donnie outside. With minimal conversation, he pulled you along, explaining that he couldn't sleep and practically had to see you.

You and Donnie had been a couple for nearly five months. While you talked a lot, there were some topics you two never really spoke about.

He had told you about his mental illness, and you had quietly listened, offering warm hugs whenever his voice cracked or his eyes welled up. This was one reason he adored you so much—the fact that you just listened and tried to understand, genuinely caring about him.

Donnie led you to an empty field with a breathtaking view of the night sky. As you both lay down, his head resting in your lap and your hands gently stroking his hair, he began to speak.

Donnie gazed at the stars, a sudden heaviness in his chest. "Have you ever wondered if there's something more out there? Like another reality that we're missing?"

Minutes of silence passed, your gaze fixated on the night sky while your fingertips soothingly massaged his scalp.

You turned your head to look at him, your own thoughts swirling. "All the time, Donnie. It's as if we're trapped in this life, merely going through the motions."

He sighed, frustration tinting his voice. "It feels like we're following a script we didn't choose. Do we truly have any control over our lives?"

His blue eyes fixed on your features, a questioning, yet sad expression on his face.

Your fingers traced patterns on his soft skin. "I wish we did. Sometimes, it seems like the universe is nudging us in directions we never wanted to take."

A breeze rustled the leaves, a sense of unease settling in. "What if we're mere illusions? What if our feelings aren't real but rather a cruel trick?"

Your fingertips stopped their movements, your gaze meeting his, but his stare remained locked on the sky.

"Donnie, I believe our feelings are real," you said softly. "However, reality might be more intricate than we can imagine. Perhaps there are unseen forces at play."

He turned to you, his eyes searching yours. "I want to believe that. I want to think there's a purpose behind all this suffering."

Tears glistened in his eyes. "I understand, Donnie. It's just... challenging to find meaning when everything appears so chaotic and confusing."

He reached out, his fingers tenderly grasping yours and pulling your hand from his hair to his chest. "I'm lucky you're here with me. In this messed-up world, you're the one thing that feels real."

Your fingers entwined, holding on as if grounding each other. "And you're the one who keeps me from going completely lost, Donnie."

The stars above seemed to twinkle with a sad understanding, as if witnessing their shared pain. In that field beneath the expansive universe, Donnie once more saw how much you cared about him. Even if there is an other universe, he'd never wanted to leave his. Because of you.

[3dnygma]

ALL of my Hazbin Hotel (and Helluva Boss) fanmusic can now be found on Youtube! at the moment of posting this, the playlist contains the following instrumental pieces:

"frequencies" - for what I picture to be Alastor's and Vox's first meeting. the sound is mostly inspired by Alastor. the sorta-creepy music box stands for him.

"of fame and rust" - also for Vox and Alastor. this one is for their Big Fight TM. we obviously don't know what happened between them yet (since I'm uploading this before s2) but I thought it'd be fun to imagine something like this for them. it starts with Alastor's music box, but then Vox takes over with more electronic sounds. it ends with a citation of "Stayed Gone" and it includes my "Vox theme" which is present in a few of these pieces.

"moth to the flame" - aka the Vox/Valentino or Staticmoth tango. this one is quick and fun. similarly to the 2nd one, it starts with something I wrote inspired by Val, then intermingeling with Vox's influence. this one also includes the "Vox theme"

"blood in the water" - dedicated to Vox and his sharks! just wanted to go with a threatening, villainous sound here. I think it has a really engaging beat.

"Vox's edgy demon form" - this is the first Hellaverse-themed music I made. it's less melodic and doesn't really have a lot of chord progressions either. this one is more about the "textures" of the sounds and how several patterns are laid on top of each-other to support a heavy beat. basically a fun experiment with some new sounds that I was exposed to at the time. it cites the "Vox theme" and "Stayed Gone" and the title pretty much gives away what this one is meant to symbolize.

(btw, tracks 1-5 will be the score of an upcoming Vox-fanfic that I'm working on! one track per chapter. feel free to message me if you wanna know more about that fic)

6. "Baxter's lab" - it's been confirmed that Baxter will be in season 2 of Hazbin Hotel but aside from this clip at a convention, we haven't gotten a lot of info on him in the show yet (ignoring stuff from the pilot-era). so I thought it would be fun to imagine what a potential theme for Baxter might sound like. this could run in the background while he's doing some crazy science experiments. it's inspired by my previously mentioned track "blood in the water" and by "Aquarium" from the Carnival of the Animals. honestly, I'm really proud of this one!

7. "All 2 U (8bit cover)" - this is the only Helluva Boss piece so far. it's an 8bit COVER of the song "All 2 U" that Stolas sings in the episode "Apology Tour". I had no chords or sheet music available when making this - so it might not always be an exact copy of the original, but I think it's def recognizable and a fun listen! it's also my first 8bit-style cover.

If you have the time, please give them a listen :) These pieces take a lot of time to create and while I don't care about numbers, it would be great to receive some feedback on them!! And if you plan on using these for another fanwork, pls let me know <3 It'd be an honor!