Does Mario's deal also include the original three day time limit? (And more importantly, the consequences if he fails?) I imagine Luigi would be furious with him when he finds out Mario essentially bet his life/soul for the sake of this kingdom he barely knows, without even telling him. (Furious out of worry, but still)
As well as the fact that Mario was just going to disappear on him! He never would have known had he not sensed the danger! Either Mario would have drowned in Kammy's cave, or if he'd somehow miraculously managed to make his way to shore by himself he'd be on land, where Luigi would never have known to look for him. Its not like Luigi would have wasted time visiting the beach when his brother would have been missing. He really would have just vanished.
Oh yes! Mario does have the three day time limit, as well as the consequence that he will turn back into a merman once the time limit runs out 🤭.
However, unlike in The Little Mermaid, where Ursula makes it clear that Ariel will belong to her if she fails the deal (and Ariel still signs anyway), Mario more so gets tricked into that part of the deal.
I mentioned before that Mario is aware that Kammy was banished from Atlantica for being a sea-witch and her use of dark magic, but he's doesn't know that she was a former minion of Bowser. That information was kept from him and Luigi by their family for their safety (under Pio's orders). Whilst making the deal, Kammy secretly added another detail that will ensure that once Mario fails his task, he will become permanently bound to Bowser as his minion!
I won't go too much into what happens later - because it's not related to the ask - but if you have seen The Little Mermaid then you will probably have an idea as to how this scene will go ^^
Now with Luigi - yes, no doubt he would be pretty mad. But like you said, he would be more frustrated than actually furious with his brother. Mario means well, but he can be impulsive. His mind is usually "I'll do this thing and work out the rest later!". Luigi understands that Mario didn't tell him only to keep him safe, but he's adamant that if Mario is going to try and save Peach and her kingdom, then he's helping his bro out every step of the way! And Mario of course knows that Luigi would never break that promise (which he is forever thankful for) ;_;
As for whether they would've lost each other had Mario made it to land by himself, I highly doubt they would for long. While Mario is determined to carry out this task he's put upon himself, he knows he can't do it without Luigi. So I think he would have found a way to get his brother's attention: like go to the cove where they usually hang out in secret. Or send a message in a bottle or attached to a piece of silverware (the latter which would no doubt catch Luigi's attention!).
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5, 8 and 30 c:
5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself
I don't really keep much purely for myself, but I'd say it's about a 60/40 split to how much stays on my Patreon/Ko-fi vs how much goes public. Only finished art really goes public whereas supporters get all the sketches and doodles - some of those I make for myself, but I share with supporters, if that makes sense?
8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in
I used to work on a novel/comic called Wired that I was so focused on trying to publish and then over time I realised it just wasn't the story I wanted to tell any more. It was a very gritty, cyberpunk-style action story and as I've got older, I've moved towards wanting to make stories more in that cross-section between fantasy, steampunk and sci-fi (Final Fantasy has definitely had a hand in that), and ones that are generally more uplifting. I'm in the planning stages of a new novel at the moment, but am deliberately not talking about it very much, so I don't burn myself out hard like I did with Wired before it was ever done.
30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated
HMM this is hard because 'underrated' to me means that it didn't get the response I hoped for, I assume? And I don't want to ever seem like I'm not grateful for the response I do get to my art.
That said, my 'Hanged Man' piece didn't really get as much interest as I would have hoped, given that I personally felt I made some improvements in anatomy, composition and use of value. But it also requires some context to fully understand, so I understand why people might have felt they didn't relate to it. However, I always hope people can simply look at my art and appreciate how it looks even if they don't know the subject.
Another one I feel this way about would be 'Sundered'. I made a 3D mockup to get the lighting right, did studies, and generally worked very hard make it look convincing. However this one requires even more context to understand - you'd need to play through 3 expansions of FFXIV to fully know what it's about - but visually, I hoped it might strike a chord with some people. It's also fanart, which for a lot of people seems to do better than original content, but for me that is very rarely the case!
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Silly fic idea for you:
SVSSS AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates as a half-human half-crow-demon Phantom thief character.
He doesn’t want to steal from Bing-ge, but his System makes him, and naturally Bing-ge ends up obsessed. Bing-ge keeps luring him into traps with shiny things he just can’t help but want!!! Stupid crow impulses. (That he kinda wants to see Binghe again is irrelevant, obviously).
This is SUPER silly. Anon, this is so funny, I feel like I simply have to write this now oh my god. The idea that Bing-ge is confused at first, and he then sees this super handsome half bird-half human-demon thing and is like "man I need to get me more shiny things, I want to keep this fucker".
ALSO, (I've heard that) crows are quite intelligent and start leaving presents as a response to getting fed or being given shiny things, so it could also be something where Shen Yuan starts having the urge to give Bing-ge things back after receiving all these shiny things (better if he doesn't recognise most of the traps as traps, mistaking Bing-ge for being a generous demon who doesn't need all of the shiny stuff he takes) and starts giving him shit like rocks and plants and the cool parts of beasts he fights...
It also can be silly no matter when in the timeline this happens - it could be during the QJ peak arc where Shen Yuan sneaks around because he wants to see the awesome protagonist up close! The first time he steals something from Bing-ge, it's something super dumb like a particularly shiny rock or a coin that the boy left lying around, and Bing-ge's quickly like "??? The fuck just happened?" so he sets up a trap with the axe he uses for chopping wood (kind of rusty but still useable and particularly shiny). After that, it's chaos of trying to keep Shen Yuan the demon hidden while also stopping him from stealing other shiny things (cultivator's swords and such). Liu Qingge finds Shen Yuan trying to steal one of the swords he was gifted after saving a village and is also like "??? Kill?"
It can also be after the Endless Abyss, when Bing-ge is like a demon lord and just has shiny stuff lying around. He throws it out occasionally and one day, while doing this, he notices a certain person swooping in and grabbing one of the shiny things. More antics ensue but I don't want to crash my laptop lmao
(Which one would you rather me do, anon? Before the Endless Abyss, or after? Or both??)
{part one! Part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven!}
[This gorgeous fanart from @slurmdog that's making me go insane here]
[More awe inducing fanart from @moonlightobsessions that has made me pass out here]
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Could you write some smut of Steve with a girl who’s insecure about her thick thighs and he’s like obsessed with them
thank u for the request honey! hope this is okay <3 1.3k. warnings: afab!reader, steve eating r out, fingering, r is very critical of her own body image so beware!) remember babies, every body is a good body <3 ur all hot as fuck
By the time Steve’s kisses reach your stomach, you’re beginning to squirm.
Not for the reason’s one might hope for though.
Somehow, Steve notices as well — which is a surprise considering you’re focused entirely on trying not to show this part of you, literally and figuratively. Maybe you should be endeared that he’s so keyed onto you that he can tell the moment a concern worms into your head. It’s all love, after all.
“Uh oh,” Steve says, mouth still hovering just above your belly. He presses one more quick kiss and moves up a bit more so he can see your face clearer. His own brows knit together as he says, “You got that little wrinkle between your brows—”
He pokes between your eyebrows with his finger lightly and you realise he’s right, your face smoothing as you try to school it. Too late.
“Something’s wrong.” He states obviously. His next words are softer, kinder. “You not in the mood anymore?”
You’re shaking your head before he’s even finished his sentence, sitting up a bit straighter. “No, no, it’s not that.”
Steve relaxes a bit at you words, more of his weight resting back on the cradle of your hips. You can feel the hairs of his happy trail press against your tummy, the bend of his arms pressed against your sides. He ducks his head low and plants another kiss to your ribcage.
“Mm, what is it then?” He hums lowly. Another kiss, his bottom lip scraping as he drags his mouth along your skin lovingly. They drop from his mouth easily, one after the other, leaving a mess of wet kisses across your midriff.
You sigh softly, desire churning up inside your belly, fiery hot. Steve trails down, hands slipping to pinch at the edges of your panties and he begins working them down. You let him, breathes turning to pants as Steve’s kisses turn a little meaner. He nips and nibbles as he travels down.
Pulling back for a moment, Steve grins as you kick out your ankle and send your panties flying— his hands settling back on your knees and gliding down to hold your thighs tenderly. You can’t help it— you squirm again.
“There!” Steve says, about to lean back down to kiss you but pausing when he notices it again. “What are you- why’re squirming, honey?”
And oh, he’s figured you out completely.
You fight the urge to pout and find it hard to meet Steve’s brown eyes when he’s doing that goddamn sweet look that makes you want to tell him everything. It’s stupid. It’s stupid.
Steve tries to give you a comforting squeeze but he doesn’t seem to realise he’s squeezing the very problem; your thighs. You squirm again.
“C’mon, what is—”
“I just don’t… like my thighs that much.” You admit, swallowing back your embarrassment. You stare at the ceiling, a little annoyed that you’ve interrupted sex so you can talk about this. “And when you touch them too much… it just draws attention to them and— ugh! Can we not talk about this right now?”
Your try to press your thighs closed, feeling too exposed, but Steve doesn’t let you. His hands are gentle but firm and you look back down at him, wilting a bit at his sad and confused expression.
“What’s wrong with your thighs?” Steve asks earnestly. He sounds genuinely a bit devastated.
“Steve.”
“No, I wanna know.” He insists, hands still on your thighs, fingers pressing in. “What’s wrong with your thighs?”
You feel like you might cry — in frustration, in your own freakin’ self pity. Your voice is a weak whisper when you say, “Steve, they’re huge.”
Your eyes crush close so you don’t have to see Steve’s face, sighing to yourself and the ugly emotion wrestling with your chest. You wait for the touch on your thighs to retreat but… it doesn’t.
“And?” Steve says finally. He seems to remember his hands, fingers moving deftly to start massaging the flesh of your thighs. All the moves of a well-learned lover, devoted.
“And you don’t think that I love that?”
He bends and peppers kisses along the inside of your thigh, slow and purposeful. You can’t help how you squirm under the touch but this time Steve is expecting it. He doesn’t let up, just switches to the other thigh and murmurs against your skin, “You think that I don’t love that there’s more of you I can love on?”
You feel like, maybe, you want to cry again for a whole ‘nother reason this time. He’s so fucking nice to you.
Steve’s kisses grow more fervent, his teeth nipping at the skin — his hands slide down to your hips, grabbing at the doughy flesh appreciatively.
“Can’t believe,” he murmurs between his kisses. “You don’t think I love these— that these aren’t one of my favorite things about you.”
His kisses are so far down your inner thighs, it sets your arousal spiking high, you’re slick just inches from his hungry mouth. This time when your say his name, it’s in a whiny keen.
“Steve.”
“I got you, honey,” He assures you, his fingers gliding along the softness of your inner thighs, finding the well of slick building at your entrance. He teases at it, fingers gathering your slick and spreading it through your folds.
His kisses resume where you thigh meets your hip, easing his finger into your cunt and this time, when you start to squirm and write, it’s because of the blazing lust that aches deep in your gut. You can’t help but moan.
“Shhh, I got you.” Steve whispers, his finger fucking slowly in and slowly out. Every movement is paired with a dozen kisses along your thighs, dropping little reminders of his love. Your heart blazes nearly as hot as your cunt, especially as Steve’s murmurs continue. “Yeah, that’s it, I got you, sweet girl.”
You mewl pitifully at his words, torn between the urge to squirm at how he grips your thighs again, fingers spread wide and grip hungry — but it’s devoured up instantly when he leans down and puts his mouth on you.
His tongue is warm, poking around your clit almost experimentally. He hums, a deep nearly growling noise of content, and dives in. His lips wrap around your clit and he flicks his tongue expertly, in time with his finger pumping in and out of you, making your back arch and another whimper of his name leave your mouth.
“Steve, fuck— Steve,” you pant. One of your hand begs to be holding his but he’s too enraptured by doting on you and your particular insecurity.
Steve pulls off, reaching his thumb up to roll your clit beneath it tantalising well. He nuzzles into your v-line adoringly, planting even more kisses. “My pretty girl, mmm,” He says, voice raspy. “So good, letting me make her feel good, yeah? Letting me love on her thighs.”
You nod without thinking, just agreeing with whatever comes out his mouth. You’re getting warmer and warmer, wound tighter and tighter. This time when you go searching for his hand across the sheets, Steve spots it right away and his free hand lurches out to intertwine with yours. He gives it a quick squeeze.
“You squeeze real hard to tell me how good m’doing, okay?” He says, not really asking — because then his mouth is back on your clit, his finger in your cunt joined by another and moving with renewed vigour. A moan warbles out your throat, hips rolling in your pleasure as he plays with your body in that perfect way only he seems to know. Pleasure mounts, close to blooming. Your thighs start to tremble.
Your hold his hand is so tight, you must leave indent marks, half moons on his skin — and you don’t let up the whole entire time. Testament to how good he is, at loving you and making you feel good.
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