#if you're taking requests)

[pokeberry5]

If you are still taking requests, may I please inquire if I could have a drawing of Jason and Tim working together as a team, please?

this probably isnt exactly what you had in mind, but i think that red robin and batboy from that one death in the family movie ending are so precious

the cowl in question:

bonus:

[hellscap3]

Well drawing I was thinking of his first time playing vs his 100th. You may notice in the top left one of these bullets is not like the other..

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

hi dove!!! i love your new event, the vibe is so fun and relaxing (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ could i request floyd with no.8? for backups maybe leona with no.9 or jamil with no.2? thanks!! as always don't overwork yourself ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

side note: pls no angst the pain from last time is still here(⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

Fairytale Scene; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, some really soft Leona

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; Had to use your first backup, as Floyd got snatched up, but I hope you enjoy this fluffy scene and soft lion! [Damn, those eels go fast]

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

An old vinyl was playing slowly on the record player, a slow jazz ensemble letting out low notes. It was pleasant, the calm music mixing with the gentle crashing of the waves coming onto shore, and the filtered sunlight coming through the linen curtains and warming up your skin. There was no rushing, no tasks that needed to be urgently done, and no one to boss you around. You could definitely get used to this. 

“You’re looking right at home there,” a soft chuckle broke you from your relaxed spell. Leona was standing in front of you, giving you a curious look. “Like a house cat sunbathing.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fitting coming from you.” You stretched out, and rolled off of the chaise you were lounging on. 

Leona sighed in mock annoyance, but he could get used to seeing you without the weight of all your responsibilities resting on your shoulders. You looked — and by all the lounging you had been doing since you had both arrived — and felt lighter as well. And in the golden sunlight? Leona swore that you were glowing.

You lazily walked over to him, placing your arms around his neck. “Is something bothering you?”

Bothering me? “No, nothing at the moment,” he said quietly. What was there to be bothered by? The two of you were together, and there was no one around to annoy the both of you. “And you?”

You hummed along to the song playing, “Nope!~” You let out a breathy chuckle and started to gently sway back and forth to the music. “Would you care to join me for this dance… your majesty?~” 

Leona groaned at the nickname; you only brought it out when you were feeling teasing. He didn’t mind though, since it didn’t hold the weight it did at the palace, or the mocking tone that others sometimes used. You just were being a teasing menace and a cute one at that.

Letting out a showy sigh he adjusted your hands so that he was holding one and the other was placed on his waist. “I suppose I can spare one for you,” he said lowly, voice barely above a grumble. 

The two of you swayed gently together to the soft music, gentle swaying, and long, slow, looping circles around the room. You were still humming the non-existent lyrics to the song, and Leona hummed softly from time to time as well, adding to the melody. Never did he think that he would end up in such a scene; dancing with someone he loved so dearly in something that he could only explain as a fairytale scene. It was soft, domestic, tender, and filled with such innocent love. All things that Leona had convinced himself that he didn’t want. But then you came into his life. You threw a wrench into his life, but what a lovely wrench it turned out to be.

The song came to an end far too soon, and the two of you came to a slow standstill, still in each other’s loose embrace. Neither of you made a move to let go, instead you both just stood there, hand in hand, your hand on his waist, and his on yours.

“You make for a good dance partner,” you chuckle.

Leona raised a brow, “And are you surprised by that?”

You bring his hand to your lips, placing a kiss on the inside of his wrist while looking at him through your lashes. “No, it’s just endearing is all.”

Leona had received kisses from you before, both soft and passionate, but this one actually made his heart flutter. He didn’t know how to feel about it, but he did know that the way you looked at him just then… he wanted you to look at him with such adoration again and again and again. It was addictive.

He brought your hand to his lips, and returned the kiss, letting it linger so he could feel your steady pulse. Perhaps the two of you should come out here more often if this was what happened… Leona could spend the rest of his life with you in this picturesque moment.

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Tags: @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @leonistic, @savanaclaw1996, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[the-maddened-hatter]

[frillu]

hihi :3 can you make Newton Pud and Marlon Random (LittleBigPlanet 3) rentry graphics/icons please?.. (I know it's not exactly the type of characters you usually do on here but I refuse to let this fandom die)

Here you go !! ^_^ I couldn't do much, so I'm not putting it in a separate post..

Reblog if using. My graphics require resizing. ( ; ^_^)

[kugelgelenktpuppe]

noelle (genshin impact) pixels - requested in discord server! ^.^

[libraryofgage]

The Prince and the Metalhead (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two (you're here!)

I know I just posted part one but I've got Thoughts for this AU that include: Steve's first birthday in Genovia and then his 16th, his conversation with his grandmother about attending public school in America for his senior year, and then we get into him attending Hawkins High and meeting Eddie!

So, yeah, plans lmao

Anyway, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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"You'll have a rotating course schedule. Mondays and Wednesdays will focus on math and social studies. Tuesdays and Thursdays will be science and literature. Friday will be Royalty lessons and the history of Genovia. We can also include an elective, if you'd like."

Steve blinks, staring at Sue for a moment before glancing at Jonathan and Robin. Jonathan is looking through a book of photography and Robin is idly scratching behind Dart’s ears. "Will we all have the same elective?" Steve asks.

"Not unless Jonathan and Robin want to join you," Sue says, looking at Steve expectantly. She's got a pen at the ready to write down what he says, and it suddenly feels like a lot of pressure.

Is there a wrong answer here? Is there an answer that gets him sent back to his parents? He looks down, biting the inside of his cheek so hard he tastes blood. Before he can lose himself in his thoughts, a cold and wet nose presses against his hand. Steve blinks, smiling at Dart and picking her up to hold close. "What kind of electives are there?" he asks.

Sue hums softly, flipping to another page on her clipboard. "Possible electives include art, music, theatrical performance, physical education, equestrian studies, botany, and foreign languages, to name a few."

"I'll be taking photography lessons," Jonathan says, looking up at Steve and gesturing to his book.

Robin nods and leans back on her palms. "I'll be doing the physical stuff. Like learning how to fight and practicing ballet to improve my balance," she says, leveling a look at Steve that dares him to say anything about the ballet.

Steve wouldn't, though. He doesn't want to make Robin angry enough to ditch him. He looks down at Dart, thinking for a moment before asking, "Can I take more than one?"

"Of course, but you're limited to three for now," Sue says.

What would be the most helpful? Foreign languages, probably, since he'll definitely have to speak with ambassadors from other countries at some point. He should also learn something that can be shown off, a skill that he could pull out at functions to make his grandmother proud or distract guests.

"What language should I learn?" he asks.

Sue thinks for a moment, tapping her pen against her chin. "Mandarin. It's a business language, and we have close relations with a few representatives from China and Hong Kong. If you'd like to learn a Romantic language first, though, Spanish is good."

"I'll learn Mandarin," Steve decides, nodding once to himself. "And music. I want to learn to play...hmm...the piano."

With a nod, Sue writes his electives down. "Let me know if you'd like to add an elective later, Your Highness. In my opinion, though, your current courses will keep you properly challenged for now."

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Sue wasn't kidding about his academics being challenging. Steve struggles in math, muddles his way through science, drags himself through literature, and is ready to drop when he hits social studies. He'd ask the tutors to spend more time on topics, but Robin and Jonathan seem to have no problem keeping up, and Steve can't bring himself to disrupt their pace.

His Mandarin lessons are going just slightly better if only because the tutor seems to recognize that slower is better for him. After almost a month, he's starting to understand intonation and vocal variation better, and he can recognize a few characters on sight.

Piano lessons are also going well. His tutor there doesn't burden him with theory; she introduces the keys, shows him how to read sheet music, and then lets him choose songs to learn. Steve feels the most at ease when he's squinting at sheet music and slowly pressing piano keys into something recognizable.

The lessons he really looks forward to, however, are the ones for his Royalty Education. He gets to see his grandmother then, and she spends the whole day with him. Even better, something about this stuff just clicks. He's good at fixing his posture and memorizing silverware placement. He bows just right on his first try and his grandmother compliments his wave.

By the end of the lesson, she'll be smiling, her pride obvious, and take him for a walk in the gardens or to eat cookies in the kitchen.

"Royalty requires maintenance," Clarisse says, standing in front of Steve with relaxed shoulders. "You maintain your demeanor, your image, your knowledge of foreign dignitaries, your understanding of the people’s needs, and your humility. But you must also maintain your pride and your boundaries."

"That sounds like a lot," Steve says, idly tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"It can be overwhelming, but it becomes second nature in time," Clarisse explains, smiling reassuringly. "When you're royalty, you are constantly watched. Many eyes are kind or curious, but others are malicious, and you want to do everything you can to disappoint the malicious ones."

"How?"

"By acting like the Crown Prince you are."

"What kind of prince am I?" Steve asks, finally voicing the question that's been lingering since these lessons started. What kind of prince does his grandmother want? What kind of prince would best serve the people? What kind of prince will be so loved by all that nobody could even think of thinking about getting rid of him?

Clarisse hums, thinking for a moment. "I suppose a good one," she says, her slight smile telling Steve that she's only lightly teasing. "My hope is that you'll be kind and competent. You will make Genovia prosperous without compromising tradition. You won't allow politics to stand in the way of doing what's right by the people of Genovia. But this is a tiring job, so I hope you'll learn how to balance your duties with relaxation."

It's a lot, but Steve can do it. He can be that kind of prince, especially for the country and grandmother that's offered everything he's ever wanted and more. He nods once. "Okay," he says, "What do I need to learn, then?"

Clarisse smiles fondly at him. "Let's start by reviewing Genovian history. Only by knowing the past can you face the future."

With that, she places a book on Steve's desk and doesn't wait for him to open it before telling him about Genovia's founding.

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Steve has weekends off from classes, which leaves him with more free time than he knows what to do with when he doesn't have to clean a house or make his own meals. So, he's bored, and telling Robin that he was bored was a huge mistake after she suggested riding bikes around the garden only to learn Steve didn't know how.

She'd insisted that he should learn, insisted that Clarisse be the one who teaches him, and insisted on hearing no objections.

And now he's here, standing in front of Clarisse's desk and staring down at his feet as she finishes writing something on the paper in front of her. Joe is standing just to her right, hands behind his back.

"Okay," Clarisse says, gently placing her pen on the desk before looking at Steve with an encouraging smile. "What did you want to ask me, Steve?"

Steve bites the inside of his cheek, takes a deep breath, and looks up. "Well, um, Robin wants to ride bikes, but I don't know how," he says.

"Well, that's easily fixed," Clarisse says, reaching for a phone at the corner of her desk. "I'm sure a member of staff is free to teach you."

Before she can pick up the phone, Steve finds himself blurting out, "Well, I...I was hoping...you could teach me."

Clarisse freezes, blinking twice with confusion before looking at Steve. "You want me to teach you?" she asks. When Steve nods once, she sighs softly. "A queen does not ride bikes. Besides, I have too much work to complete. Perhaps I could accompany you for a walk this evening to make up for it."

Despite himself, despite bracing for rejection, it still hurts. In the three months he's been in Genovia, Clarisse has agreed to just about every request he's made. Every held breath as he waits for cruel words has been released with unprecedented relief when none came. Even when he broke something---a priceless vase, according to Jonathan---his grandmother had simply surveyed the damage, thanked him for being honest, and asked him to avoid kicking soccer balls in the presence of priceless vases in the future.

Perhaps Steve has gotten too comfortable. He shouldn't be pushing like this. If he wants his grandmother's affection, he should know when to hold himself back.

So, despite the unfamiliar urge to ask again in case Clarisse might change her mind, Steve nods once. "I look forward to walking with you, Grandmother," he says, his voice quiet. He glances up, waiting long enough to see Clarisse's smile before turning on his heel and leaving the office as quickly as he can.

Clarisse watches him go, her head slightly tilted as the door closes silently behind Steve. She nods once, glad that Steve is sensible enough to understand things like work and propriety, and picks up her pen once more.

"If I may speak freely, Your Majesty?" Joe asks.

"At this point, Joe, you may as well assume the answer is yes."

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, and please pardon my French, my experience has been that assuming makes an ass out of you and me."

It takes a moment for Clarisse to understand the joke. When she does, she can't help her amused smile. "Fair enough," she says, "Go ahead, Joe."

"Do you remember what I said about being Steve's grandmother?"

"Yes, of course."

"Perhaps now is one of those moments where being a grandmother is more important than being a queen. His Highness does not ask for much, and he is not the kind to ask more than once, even if he really wants something. I imagine it took a significant amount of courage to ask you to teach him in the first place."

"Are you suggesting that I...I risk making a fool of myself for all to see?" Clarisse asks.

"I am suggesting you spend time with your grandson, who asks very little of you because he does not believe he can ask for anything."

Clarisse is silent a moment, letting Joe's words process and settle in her brain. Finally, she sighs and gestures to the papers on her desk. "I have work to complete," she says.

"Your Majesty, editing these proposals was on your schedule two weeks from now. You are ahead of your work. A break would not be unreasonable or unwarranted."

Well, when he puts it like that.

Clarisse sighs, leans back in her chair, and looks up at Joe. He's still staring at the door, giving no indication that he feels her eyes on him, but she knows he does. "Have a groundskeeper retrieve bikes and safety gear and meet us in the garden," she says, standing from her chair and bracing herself to look like an utter fool.

Her apprehension fades away fifteen minutes later. It can't hold last when she sees Steve's surprised and delighted expression at her presence. As she helps him put on knee and elbow pads, shows him how to pull the helmet's strap tight, and holds the bike steady as he sits on it, Clarisse decides a little foolishness is perfectly fine (necessary, even) if it will keep the smile on Steve's face.

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Tag List (let me know if you'd like to be added to future parts!)

@y4r3luv, @potato-of-the-lord,

[gus-dix]

i've always really liked the parallels between sena and sakuraba in the early volumes, it remains an iconic part of the manga to me

+ 2 mini comics for friends

do not erase the caption, use or rePOST my art (reblog ok)

[bilbao-song]

The Police - De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da (x) ↳ requested by @doktordyper

[froginamoodboard]

Jeremy Heere Pokey devotee moodboard

requested by: anon

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[joyfuladorable]

Took a bunch of doodle requests from twt mutuals the other day ^w^

[mychlapci]

TFA anon back again this time with pre slut era TFA Prowl just in time for Prowl Madness

A very long time ago, a while before Prowl ever got into his slut era, he was just a shy, painfully awkward bot sitting at Swerve’s for the first time. Prowl had went with some friends of his to the bar and while they were out getting drunk or hooking up with other bots, Prowl was sitting by himself fidgeting awkwardly. He didn’t have a lot of confidence in himself to go talk to any bots, nevermind try to hook up with them.

He was a very attractive bot though, long legs, small waist, nice aft, and a decently sized chassis to top it off. Bots of all kinds eyed him while Swerve was giving him another drink - non alcoholic of course. Prowl was sort of scared of the thought of getting drunk then making a fool of himself back then, though nowadays he’d gladly make a fool of himself ten times over to drink the night away and have a nice, thick spike in between his legs.

While Prowl was drowning in his self-deprecating thoughts, another mech sat down next to him at the bar. He looked up- then immediately had to crane his neck up higher just to see his face. He was mainly dark green and black except for his helm, which was white with black stripes. His optics were a deep red which Prowl immediately deduced that it meant he was probably a Decepticon. What surprised him the most of the fact one of his servos was missing, instead being replaced by a dangerous-looking hook. He easily towered over Prowl’s smaller frame and was a lot bulkier than Prowl’s leaner and lithe frame.

Prowl found him incredibly attractive, in his honest opinion.

The larger bot placed his order with Swerve, a rather strong drink, and then noticed that Prowl was staring at him. Prowl damn near squeaked when he turned to look at him and he quickly looked away, face burning hotly. The mech looked amused by his shyness and told him not to be so shy. They exchanged introductions (though Prowl was noticeably more nervous about it) and Prowl learned that the larger bot’s name was Lockdown. Lockdown was apparently there to wind down after work (what kind of work he did, Lockdown didn’t elaborate) and wanted a nice, strong drink to help him do that.

Prowl explained that he was dragged here by his friends to get him to relax since (in their words) he was so jittery and wound up all the time.

They eventually got into casual talk which continued long after Lockdown’s drink was served. Throughout the conversation Prowl seemed to become more and more out of his shell. By the time three hours have passed, Lockdown and Prowl were still talking passionately. Lockdown of course, wasn’t blind to Prowl’s attractiveness and was becoming more and more bold with his flirtations as he saw Prowl become more relaxed around him. When Prowl mentioned something about his friends probably going to hook up with someone, Lockdown bluntly asks if Prowl has ever had sex with someone before. Prowl is stunned and flustered as he stammered over his words before just giving a soft “no” and looked down at the ground in shame and awkwardness. Lockdown grins and tells him that it was such a shame, and that with a sexy frame like his he would have thought he’d had already lost his seals. Prowl decides to take a chance and boldly says that at least Lockdown could take the chance to take his seals.

Lockdown grin turns feral and lustful and the rest is history.

He pays for his and Prowl’s tabs and all but drags the smaller bot out of the bar and towards Lockdown’s apartment.

Prowl has the craziest night of his life.

Lockdown all but throws him onto his berth and crawls on top of him to make out with him while they grind together. Prowl nearly chokes when Lockdown’s weirdly long tongue slithers down his throat. Prowl’s panel snaps back to reveal his soaking wet valve and almost immediately after Lockdown thrusts two fingers into his valve. Prowl cries while those digits grind into his virginal pussy, unused to such an unfamiliar sensation. Once deemed spread out enough, Lockdown lined up to his valve despite Prowl’s worries about him tearing and pushes in.

And just like that, Prowl’s virginity is taken.

They go at it like mechanimals. Once Prowl had gotten used to the unreal stretch, he quickly becomes addicted to the feeling of Lockdown’s thick spike ruining his insides. Prowl scores his nails down his shoulders, clinging to the larger mech while he trips into the nth overload of that night, hiccuping and squealing while Lockdown fucks him through his overload. There’s nothing more Lockdown loves than a sweet little pussy creaming on his spike while he bullies his way to the gestational chamber. Lockdown is ruthless, not once letting up on the downright vicious pace, not even slowing down when Prowl screams and cries in overstimulation. When Lockdown finally comes and they finally stop, Prowl’s face is a mess of drool and tears, eyes rolled back as he pants heavily, trying to recover from the intense ride Lockdown took him on.

They go to the bath to clean up but no cleaning gets done because Prowl sucks Lockdown off for the first time. It starts as little kitten licks to the head of his spike before he takes it into his mouth and then immediately gets addicted to the taste and smell of it. Prowl’s helm is held still by Lockdown’s servos and is throat fucked by him. He gagged a lot considering he still had a gag reflex back then but it was still enjoyable. When Lockdown finishes in his mouth, Prowl ends up coughing and some of his transfluid ends up spurting out through his nose. Lockdown then bends him over the sink and fucks him again while Prowl’s valve drools on his spike all over again.

It takes a while before they actually clean themselves up because they couldn’t take their hands off of each other and ended up back on the berth interfacing until Lockdown and Prowl literally couldn’t come anymore. Finally, they cleaned themselves up and went to bed after this cycle continued for two more hours.

The next day they split ways only to find each other again at the same bar later that day and Prowl all but begs him to fuck him again.

Yeah.. Prowl got addicted to his spike.

It becomes a regular thing to the point that Prowl literally moves in with him so that he could get dicked down every day.

After a while of these flings, eventually, Lockdown leaves after getting another assignment somewhere else and leaves his apartment to Prowl. They literally never see each other again until canon.

After he left, Prowl’s Slut era began where he slept with pretty much anything that matched his type in bots (mean, large, cruel, etc..) but he never found another mech that matched the way Lockdown fucked him again. He did have fun sleeping around, doing orgies, getting gangbanged, doing glory holes, but he really did just want to get fucked stupid by Lockdown again.

So when he meets Lockdown again on Earth literally centuries later, it takes Prowl’s entire willpower to not pop his panels on the spot. Lockdown obviously recognized him. How could he not recognize the mech that he had flings with for three entire years. Lockdown flirts with Prowl while they fight, telling him how his body aged nicely, how being a ninjabot suits him, how much he missed their flings. Prowl just scowls and tells him to shut his mouth even though he is blushing slightly.

You know that one episode when Lockdown goes to the Death’s Head so he could prepare to go hunt down one of Starscream’s clones or something along those lines and Prowl follows him? Yeah. Prowl follows him into the Death’s Head and when they confront each other, Prowl compromises with Lockdown;

Lockdown helps Prowl in catching Starscream’s clone, and Prowl sucks his dick.

Lockdown agreed without a second thought.

Now then, instead of the inexperienced, awkward, and shy blowjob Lockdown thought he was going to get, Prowl has spent YEARS pretty much perfecting the art of dick sucking via him just whoring himself out after he left.

So what happens next is that Prowl sucks his soul out. Lockdown pretty much holds on for dear life while the ninjabot expertly bobs his head, deepthroating him and sucking him off with practiced ease all the while looking up smugly at him while Lockdown moans uncontrollably. It’s surprising how quick the bounty hunter cums, considering he usually lasts longer than that. After that, they pretty much just forget the fact they were supposed to be going after Starscream’s clone and Lockdown ends up bending Prowl over a table and fucks him so stupid all he could do is babble out Lockdown’s name and for more. Once Lockdown and Prowl come, the latter pushes him down onto the floor so he could sit down on his spike and ride him into oblivion. Prowl let Lockdown play with his fat, milky tits while he slams his hips down on the bounty hunter’s spike over and over before he eventually squirts all over his lap and his creamy milk spurts out of his tits and on Lockdown’s hand which he quickly brings Prowl close to suckle from while thrusting up into his creamy pussy. Prowl is moaning and squealing like a whore and all of Yoketron’s teachings on self respect literally just flew out the window while he creams himself on Lockdown’s fat spike.

They do end up catching Starscream’s clone but if anyone notices that Prowl looked pretty unsteady on his peds, nobody mentioned it.

From then on, whenever Prowl and Lockdown met on the battlefield, after fighting for a bit they hid out in a dark area and fucked each other until they had to go back. Prowl just couldn’t resist creaming himself dumb on Lockdown’s fat spike anyways <3

oh lord sorry buddy i just kept rereading this over and over and going Hell Yeah!! and then forgetting to answer it. But here I am.

Lockdown taking Prowl's virginity is actually one of my favourite fantasies and i constantly indulge myself in it on train rides home, so this really hit the spot. I love that Prowl goes from twitchy little virgin to a live-in spikesleeve <3

Need older Prowl sucking the soul out of Lockdown so badly hrghh he's all seductive and flirty now, he had his trial and error and emerged a classically trained fuck machine. What did Lockdown expect, that he can get him addicted to huge, mean spikes and then just leave and Prowl won't learn how to satisfy himself? Of course not <3

[jerejerejere]

Preparing the most important stuff for the eurotour 📿

[wellfine]

wow...... MANY artists take requests randomly. this isn't the original anon, I just saw your post&was blown away by how rude it was. this anon wasn't even rude. artists are always putting out informationals with like guides on how to speak to them&it's the so egotistical&rude&controlling. I literally won't commission random artists anymore&only my close friends bc of these rules that change artist to artist&don't apply to everyone. anon asked you a simple question&was extremely nice about it&you chose to be an asshole in response. y'all act like you're training rabid dogs or something. just, say no, don't answer, or block the anon. like I can't figure out what ticked you off so much about that. talking to ppl like shit won't help them. it will just make people afraid to speak to you at all. anyways lol you're losing a follower&a fan. maybe let your anger out at the gym or something before you take it out on someone asking an innocent question. they truly probably thought "the worst they could say is no" &you proved them wrong. exactly the reason I no longer commission art from artists who aren't my close friends. my anxiety is too high to deal with the anger&your need to control how other people talk to you(even when it's not mean&they're just asking an innocent question).

Good lordt

Mate, I said "no hard feelings just letting you know this ask came across as rude" after we had a bit of a giggle about how funny it is that they hadn't stumbled upon the specific kind of fanart they wanted to see when IMO it's extremely common in the fandom, and then pointed them to another artist who had already drawn what they wanted to see.

"Don't ask/hint at artists to draw you things for free" is not being rude or demanding or egotistical, it's just a firm boundary. It's not a minefield to navigate, and artists who accept random requests usually say so somewhere in their bio/about. I also think blocking the poor anon would've been way more harsh and unnecessary than letting them know how their behaviour was perceived, cuz if they keep doing it, some other artist is going to be way meaner about it.

[aceghosts]

Screenshots of Rooney Shepard (They/Them) in Cyberpunk 2077 (27/X)

Knife Fire Map Key Pose Pack by @jpegelf and and Painted Leather Battle Jacket by Nutboy and Beaniebby

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[cerise-on-top]

Hiya! May I ask for a fluff alphabet for Price, if you haven't done that already. Since I saw in a recent post you only do 8-9 letters at a time now (which is okay!), may I specifically ask for: A, B, C, F, G, H, N, & Q? Thank you! 💗

Hey there! Sure you can! I've been in the mood to write something for Price anyway, so this came at a good time ^^

Fluff Alphabet for Price

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

On the one hand, he really loves going out to do something with you. Something along the lines of the occasional short hike, taking care of your shared garden or even just taking a stroll through the city, taking in all the sights and finding new ones you weren’t previously aware of. Those are things he likes to do when he’s been home for a while now. However, if he’s gotten home not too long ago then he’d much rather just stay in and sleep a little bit. Will want to cuddle you or just have you be his background noise. Don’t be mad at him if he dozes off while you’re watching a movie together, he’s just extremely tired and needs that rest.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires how resilient you are. Price knows that life isn’t easy, that it always makes an effort to throw one impossible thing after another at you, but you never seem to give up. No matter how rough life gets, no matter how often it knocks you down, you always get up, dust yourself off and continue to smile. Even if it really took its toll on you, you strive to make your life better. Although it may get you down when you’ve had the worst day of your life, you still won’t stay down forever. You do what you can, and that’s what Price loves about you.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

When you’re sad he’ll give you a hug, provided you’re okay with it. He’s a very good hugger, his hugs are very comforting and warm. Afterwards he’ll put on your favorite movie or series and watch it with you. If enough time has passed and you still feel down, then he’ll cook something you really like. Although he knows he can’t make the sadness go away forever, he’ll try to temporarily cheer you up. If you need to talk, if you need some advice, he’s also your man. If you have a panic attack then he’ll try to calm you down by taking you to a location with few people. Price can talk for a while if he needs to, so he’ll ask you to focus on his voice. Might also give you a rather simple task to take your mind off of things, such as counting backwards from 100.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

If it’s you, then he would forgive pretty easily, as long as it’s not something too big. If you accidentally knock down a mug he likes, then he might sigh and be annoyed, but he’ll forgive you. If you cheat on him, then he won’t. He’s usually calm and collected, even while fighting. Sure, he could be aggressive towards you and snap at you, but he loves you, so he tries not to. It’s sort of obvious when he is annoyed, his sentences become much shorter and he’ll actively try to get away from you. Won’t yell at you, won’t do any erratic movements either, but if he’s too angry then he’ll simply walk away from you until he’s calmed down.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Yes, he is aware and he is very grateful. How could he not be? You have the patience of a saint when it comes to him. He knows it’s rough to be with someone who is part of the military, he’s away more often than not, but you still decided to stay with him. You cook for him when he’s tired, you draw him a bath when he’s sore, you reassure him when he feels like you deserve better than him. You’re so much more than what he deserves, he doesn’t feel like he could ever repay you for everything you’re doing for him. He tries, though, but it’s never enough. Price could give you the universe and it wouldn’t suffice.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Aside from the obvious, such as military intel, he doesn’t really hide anything from you. Price doesn’t see the point in keeping secrets from you. You’re together, aren’t you? You deserve to know just about anything about him. He might not tell you everything from the get go, but once you’re close enough you can ask him about anything. You wanna know about his time as a private? Sure. How he came to be a captain? Yeah, he can talk about it. Just ask and he’ll likely tell you. But in the same vein he hopes that you trust him enough to tell him just about anything as well.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He doesn’t really use very many nicknames. Just the classic ones, such as “love”, “sweetheart” and “dear”. Sometimes he feels the urge to call you “sunshine”, but he usually represses that since that’s what he’s called his soldiers before. As much as it would fit you, he tries not to bring work home. He likes to call you by your name too, though. But aside from that there’s nothing he really calls you.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He can keep calm in just about any situation, so he won’t lash out on you. He has an air of authority to him, so it’s not too often that someone is being a dick to him. And that extends to you as well. Price is a well respected man, so not very many people will come up to you and demand something from you. You, too, will be respected by most people, he’ll make sure of that. Regardless of whether you’re shy and timid or loud and boisterous, no one will bad mouth you. Price can fight, he will protect you. He will also fight for your honor if he needs to. He may have self restraint most of the time, but no one should ever talk badly about his partner.