#im really proud of the first and third drawings

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holding onto your lover for dear life but in a gay way

original screenshot from farewell to nostradamus:

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Day 1 - A Memory In Amber | COOKING TOGETHER

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( Open images for better quality. Read from Left then Right )

Hopefully this was an enjoyable read?

Keep Reading for explanation on page 5, if curious

This was a wonderful prompt! it took me looong to finish it. who knew making a comic would take long? like each page took me 4+ hours. but then i am a slow worker lol and this is my first time drawing a comic

anyways!! whats the dealio with the double life reference in page 5? i really wanted to insert it, as initially i was going to write this prompt as a fic but i didn't like where my writing was going?? A chapter in it showed Grian built the Velvet Keep (? Im sure thats what they called their base) pretty big with a kitchen unintentionally resembling third life's haha isn't that crazy. and Scar baked cookies for him for his secret soulmate in said kitchen, Grian saw him and was of course shocked. Now, the question is, does Scar remember their little moments in the kitchen in the desert? I'd said up to your interpretation!! Your personal headcanon on how life members remember past series. I just thought it'd make an ironic call on a future event, not like Grian was remembering a future event. I hope it wasn't so jarring hasdgfjlepnfk I really wanted to insert it okay!!

okay thats all, this was hard work really, i would say i'm not quite satisfied with it but atleast i got it done? so im proud of myself for that. even though this took up a lot of space in my mind leaving some of my other entries for this event neglected

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Shameless 3/3

Masterlist here. Part 1, Part 2

Word Count: 5,500+

Synopsis: You have a type, one that has been forcefully revealed by your crewmen's incessant nagging. Ushered throughout the halls of the Polar Tang, you finally get to experience the raw, concentrated power of what succumbing to that type truly means.

Themes: Eustass Kid x afab!reader, p in v sex, eating, gushing, writhing, begging. Dom!kid x switch!reader, no gendered terms used, smut, nsfw, mdni, 18+ content warning, swearing, creampie, Platonic!Law x Crew!reader, "sunshine" used as a term of endearment, reader is a brat, Kid is obsessed.

Notes: And it's here! Third and final part to the series that was meant to be a one-shot because it was my first time writing for Eustass Kid. Thank you to @sordidmusings for being a saint and listening to me be very unhinged while I talk about this fic. Art link.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @feral-artistry @gingernut1314 @vespidphoenix @carrotsunshine @cinnbar-bun @i-am-vita @mfreedomstuff @sexc-snail

The grip of Eustass Kid’s right hand never left your hip. Ushering you throughout the halls of the Polar Tang to where he assumed your crew quarters were located. His face held an unreadable emotion you attempted to decipher with your mischievous gaze. 

His lips were knit into a thin line, tugging at the corners into a gruff grimace. His brows lowering their furrow against his forehead with his eyes wild with narrowed pupils. The smaller quiver in his top lip revealed his snarled emotion further to you, a soft rumble igniting within his chest. 

Cheeks tinted pink with ignited resolve and passion, he was glowing with growing vibrant frustration. Too proud to indicate he may be in need of assistance to find your room, you chose to bite your lip to stifle the rise of your smile further as you watched him fumble down the hallway. 

All that giddiness and prior longing for one another, all the passion and grinding against each other’s most sensitive areas, came to an abrupt halt by your captain by calling to you over the shipwide speakers. That lust for one another remained all through the commemorative meal, Kid perpetually holding his eyes on your body as he sunk his teeth into fresh meat. He tore his teeth into the flesh of the steak, all the while picturing what your body tasted like beneath your boiler's uniform. 

Noticing a small stagger in Kid’s steps, halting his strides as the corridor split into a narrow ‘T’ shape. Drawing your eyes up to the metal panel in front of you, you felt the grip of Kid’s arm tighten around your waist. 

You didn’t want to ask him if he needed help, refusing to utter a single word to the broody, aggressive man beside you. In fact, it was fun to watch him get angrier and angrier within his own frustration. You deduced: the angrier he got, the more likely he was going to channel that fury with reaching your joint ecstasy within the arms of one another. 

“You’re really gonna stand there in silence?” he growled in a low rumble, “Not gonna give me any guidance in finding your damn crew cot to fuck you in?” You attempted to stifle your rising smile by clamping your teeth down on your lower lip. 

“Nope,” you popped your lips on the ‘p,’ noticing this seemed to aggravate him further. In one swift movement: he lifted you up with his flesh hand, caging you beneath the metallic forearm of his artificial limb across your chest. He held your body firmly against the steel of the cool wall, bringing his agitated expression closer to your amused grin. 

“Just wanna see me get all frustrated, huh?” he spat, his aggressive agitation showcased within the vibrant hues of his auburn eyes, “Wanna see how far you can bend me before I snap?” 

All you could do was shudder out a whimper of lustful breath beneath the cool metal arm, a smirk drawing up to your lips as you avoided his intense stare by looking down at his exposed pectorals.

In response, he pushed his metal forearm firmer against your chest, the magnetic object caging your shoulders against the wall alongside the top of your breastbone. The discomfort you felt beneath his artificial limb elevated your anticipation and excitement for him more. 

“Answer me,” he growled, shoving you further against the wall, “You had so many words earlier. Where are they now, huh?” You drew your eyes up to his, half-lidded and full of adoration for the frustrated tinkerer-captain. As your softened eyes met with his, he was flabbergasted at your unwithheld adoration for him. 

“You don’t seem like the type to require help,” you whispered, drawing up your hand do brush your fingers against his jaw, “So I won’t help you...” you pressed your chest against his metal arm to test its strength and hissed out a further declaration, “...Unless you ask me, very nicely, to offer you my assistance.”

Kid bore his eyes into yours, his brow furrowing deeper on his forehead as you looked up through half-hooded lashes. Floating your eyes between his, you goaded him with your playful expression: daring him to ask you for aid. After several moments of careful contemplation, he finally spat out his venomous words. 

“Fine,” his eyes darkened, a furious twinkle engaged within his blown pupils. Where you expected him to cave, ask you begrudgingly which direction to be led in, he shocked you by his flesh hand reaching up to your chest, and prying open your boiler suit with a skillful tear in the front of the fabric, “You leave me with no choice but to fuck you in the hallway.” 

You squealed as he skillfully removed your sleeves from your arms with his right hand, forcing his hips to staple yours against the reflective surface behind you. His broad hand drew itself up to cup your left hip, grinding his half-hard cock against your needy core. You sighed blissfully as he began to rut against your body, your eyes fluttering shut against the feeling. 

He tore through the fabric of your top binding, exposing your chest and puckered nipples publicly in a single swipe. You mewled as he pinched, licked and sucked at your exposed chest; your body wriggling and grinding against his core. 

“You truly have no shame, do you?” He growled, his lips finding your jaw as he pressed himself harder against you. You relished in the feeling of his warm lips caressing your skin in open kisses, his saliva dampening your pores with each messy parting of his lips upon you. 

“I could say the same about you,” you whispered through your unrestrained moan in response, opening your eyes to gaze into his own once more. When his eyes met yours, his lust was demonstrated in the soft flutter of his lashes, his pupils dilated into large circles and his painted lips parted in a shocked oval. 

You rocked your hips against his, the tight peak in his patterned pants raking over your rapidly dampening heat. He tore away more of your uniform, revealing more glimpses of your exposed flesh to his needy hands and greedy eyes. As you began to move your lips to expel your desires, a voice called above your expressions of wanton need. 

“Well, I'm ashamed of both of you,” your Captain’s bored and lazy tone spat with a soft grimace, “Couldn't even wait to get into crew quarters, Tinkerers?”

A joint shriek of shock expelled itself from your throats as your eyes snapped over to the darkened silhouette of Trafalgar Law. 

Your captain excused himself from the meal between the main course and dessert, claiming the excuse he needed to retrieve something from his office. What he was truly doing was checking in to see if you were alright with the attention you were receiving from Eustass Kid. He knew you were tough, and that you had a type, but he wanted to ensure the safety of his tinkerer. 

“Captain-!” you began, your voice drowning beneath the surprised grunt of Kid’s exclaim, “-Traffy!” Kid’s body hovered over yours, shielding the exposure of your chest from the eyes of your Captain. You almost pouted out a softened hum of awe at the larger man's valiance, but your attention remained captivated by Law's disapproving expression. 

As you both began to utter your verbalised defenses, you witnessed Captain Law’s smirk grow all the broader: feral and cryptid. Your eyes widened, watching as he raised his hand upwards, his fingers splayed out in hyper focussed concentration. 

“Unfortunately for the both of you, I refuse to allow such lewd acts performed in my hallways - no matter who is performing them,” he uttered in a low growl, prompting a blush to rise against your cheeks. 

Before a further explaination could be uttered in your defense, Law hastily spoke over your rising voice with two key words of his own. 

“Room,” he smirked, eyes darkening as you and Kid both felt at the mercy of your Captain demonstrating his raw power with his devil-fruit ability, “Shambles.”

Your surroundings went dark around you, your body feeling helpless within the trap of Law's displacement. Although you had experienced this method of transportation prior, the disassociation and frazzle of the world around, fading in and out, remained a difficult concept to comprehend and adjust to. 

Switching positions with two flecks of dust within your crew quarters by the will of your Captain, had your body falling unceremoniously atop Kid’s on the metal floor beneath you with a firm thud. A grunt at the contact alongside a huffed breath from your companion prompted a laugh to began simmering within your chest. 

“Well, well, well,” you managed to giggle out through your teetered laughter, “Looks like you didn't have to ask me nicely, after all.”

Kid huffed out a disapproving gruff growl, shifting your body away to take in the full view of your face above him. Although the crew quarters were lit by the hum of electrical lamplight, he strained to make out the outlines of your face in this switched position. 

Before he could adjust to exactly what was happening within the room, he was surprised at the shift of weight above him sliding down his body. As he moved his dizzying head to focus on your actions, he was surprised to hear a jingle of metal and the loosening of his pants. 

He snapped his eyes to witness the swirl of your tongue claiming the chorded strands of his pants within your mouth, skillfully tugging at the belt with your teeth to expose his briefs beneath. He sucked in his shock, hastily propping himself up on his elbows to get a more in depth look at your features. 

“F-Fuck,” he groaned, eyes unable to break his eyes away from watching you take apart his pants, “Y-You’re actually doing it with your teeth.” He whispered, reaching his right hand down to rake his fingers through your hair. You smiled, tugging one final harsh bite at his zippered fly to expel his clothed member beneath the parted split of his pants. 

“I would never mislead you,” you reassured him with a huffed chuckle, watching the small twitch of his rapidly expanding cock. The subtle damp patch of precum against the soft material of his briefs, “I despise those who go back on their word.”

With another small string of curses, Kid released your hair within his palm and lulled his head back on his shoulders as you circled your grip around his clothed shaft. Tugging it firmly beneath the material, his heavy balls began to fall beneath the elastic hem of his leg holes. 

You shifted your hands along his veiny cock. The outline of his perfect, mushroomed tip dipped in a divet within the strain against the material of the cotton fabric. His leg began to twitch as you straddled his thigh and teased the waistband of his briefs with the brush of your unoccupied fingertips. 

Reaching into his pants, you claimed his cock within your palm and attempted to circle your digits around it: the large girth having your fingertips barely brush together in their circumference. Flicking your thumb over the tip had a moan stifled within Kid’s lips. Huffing at the friction, he drew his head up to glance at you through half-hooded lashes. 

Brows knit in focus, your jaw hung ever slightly slack as you focussed on pistoning Kid’s impressive cock within your grip. The look of awe on your features as you exposed his member by flipping his waistband down had Kid’s ego swelling with pride. He smiled as you but back a moan of your own, taking in the full view of his incredibly large cock. 

“It's not going to fit,” you gasped, eyes glazed in a hypotonic, lustful trance. Kid smirked at your comment, panting at the attention you were paying to his sensitive knob and frenulum with your thumb. 

In one swell movement, he hastily flipped your positions and caged you beneath him. Your chest was fully exposed, your uniform hanging limply on your hips as his right hand dove beneath the waist of your undergarments. 

“It'll fit,” he moaned, his lips finding your clavicle bone, containing a perfect ovular circle he bit into earlier, and pressed his lips roughly against it, “Just gotta warm ya’ up first.”

He sought out your heat with his fingers, feeling the arousal he'd already caused earlier by his lips, teeth and grinding hips. His two middle fingers slotted between your walls, feeling the coat of slick over his knuckles as he spread your essence over your needy hole. 

Before he sunk his fingers into your core, he retreated back upwards to your awaiting, quivering clit. As his warm fingers began tracing delicate circles against your aching bud, he claimed your lips beneath his own. 

Your hands shot to his hair, grasping the red strands within your fingertips. Angling your chin up, you needily licked Kid's lips while whining at his ministrations. Everything was too little and too much all at once, your craving for him outweighing the need for him to make you ready to take his impressive size. 

Moans were caught within his painted lips, his own empathetic moans at your joy spread from his mouth into yours. As he swirled his digits expertly around your clit, he forced his tongue within your mouth to brush against yours. Sliding the muscle throughout your mouth, you arched your back as he continued using his hands and lips to bring you pleasure. 

Seeking out his cock, your hand grasped at every surface of his large muscles and skin on your journey downwards. Just before you managed to wrap your hand around the swollen head of his cock again, Eustass Kid’s metal hand shot down and claimed your wrist within his iron grip and pinned both hands above your head. 

Breaking his lips from yours, his fiendish smile grew wide. His teeth playfully bit your bottom lip as a wordless reprimand for your actions. You whined, your hands attempting to wriggle free from his iron grip to seek out his cock once more. 

“Not gonna let you touch me ‘til I make you cum at least once,” he laughed at you, slowly rolling circles around your needy bud. You arched your back and mewled for him as he raked his fingers down to your hole, then back up to your clit in skillful motions. 

“I let you take the lead while your Captain’s stupid devil fruit power made me dizzy,” he slunk down your torso, ripping your legs out of your pants with one swift swipe with his metal hand, “But now that my head's all clear, I'm gonna make you cum so fucking hard, Sunshine.”

You were now completely exposed to him, your naked body lying vulnerable beneath his almost fully-clothed body. Only his cock was exposed to you; the rest of his larger form remained shrouded by his cloak, buckled holsters and pants. 

“P-please,” you whined for him, panting as he pinned your writhing hips to the floor beneath his forearm. He chuckled, hooking your knees over his shoulders and bringing your glistening core up to his face after releasing your hands from his metal arm.  

“Quit ya’ squirming,” he growled, leaning his face down against your needy heat, “I know how you feel about goin’ back on your word.” He tested your reactions with a small flick of his tongue against your clit, laughing when you arch your back in reaction, “Wouldn't want you to despise me, now, do I?”

“Captain,” you gasped, feeling his breath cooling against your sticky walls as he hovered his lips over your oozing essence. He chuckled further, forcing your legs apart as he took in the sight of your arousal. His jaw shuddered at the sight, eyelashes fluttering as his smile rose up on his face. 

“I would never mislead you,” he mocked your earlier sentiment, prompting you to scowl at his taunting expression. Just as soon as your scowl appeared, it fled just as hastily from your face as he dove head-first into your heat. 

Kid's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he sampled your sweet essence, rolling his tongue over your aching clit in slow, deliberate circles. You bit your lip to stifle your keening mewls, prompting Kid to groan into your glistening sex. 

“So cute,” he commented, bobbing his head as he swiped his tongue up and down, spreading your juices around your entrance and clit, “So fuckin’ cute.” 

Nodding against your heat, he became drunk with lust as you attempted to grind further against his face. He used his nose to add pressure to your clit as he dipped his tongue into your neglected entrance. Swirling his tongue, he lapped at your juices straight from the source, with grunts of praise growling from his messy lips coated in your sweet nectar. 

The coil in your stomach bound itself tight within the pit of your abdomen. You huffed into your wrist, clamping your eyes tightly shut as you had no choice but to take the tongue lashing Kid was forcing into your body. 

Your thighs began to shake as you strained against his extremely large hands, once again becoming aware of how big he was. At the mercy of the man above you, you began gushing into his mouth as the first wave of your erupting orgasm coursed through you.

“O-Oh fuck yes, that's it,” Kid's muffled voice praised you between your legs, “Cum on my face. C’mon, wanna feel it.”

“F-Fuck, Captain,” you cried out for him, tears beginning to well from the intensity in which you rode through the waves of your encumbering high. 

Attempting to writhe and wriggle out of his grip, he held you firmly in place and bullied your cunt with his face further. He dove in deeper, torturing your core with his tongue and lips as he continued to messily lap at your juices. 

“Nuh uh,” he chastised you, prompting you to sob at the overstimulation, “You're gonna take it. Go on, Sunshine. Cum for me again,” he chuckled into your tingling entrance when you screamed at the feeling of his tongue needily and aggressively lapping at you, “I know you can.”

Panic wrote itself on your face, you're cheeks running hot as your blood turned cold. Feeling the firm press of his hands against your hips, you truly felt helpless beneath the hulking figure of Eustass Kid.  He was going to hold you down and make you cum again, and you were going to have to take it. 

“This is whatcha get for being a brat earlier,” Kid leant his face away as he messily spat against your hole. Diving down immediately after, he lapped at your oversensitive heat and held your body completely at his mercy, “This is what me snapping looks like, Sunshine. Fucking take it.”

You whimpered, reaching your hands down and grabbing fistfuls of his hair within your hands. Attempting to tug his face away from you, he doubled down his efforts and elevated your hips with his strong and firm grip. He thrust your body backwards and forwards, grinding your sensitive cunt against his face as you felt him chase another of your intense highs. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh F-fuck,” you screamed, gushing your juices over his chin as another gushing orgasm snuck up on you. This was not as intense as the first one prior, but it stole the breath from your lungs and took the wind out of your sails. 

“There ya’ go,” he chuckled, grinding your hips against his face, “Fuck yes, cum in my face again.” 

He slowed down the intensity of his grinding, remaining in tempo of the rhythmic twitches of your orgasm beckoning him in with hypnotic pulses. Floating back down from your high, you collapsed onto the cool ground beneath you. 

You felt him come away from your body, fully expecting the larger man to immediately pummel his large cock into you and wincing in anticipation. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you looked down to notice Kid had raisen to his knees and removed his weighty cloak and straps from his torso. 

He smirked down at you, watching as you took in his body with your fucked-out, glazed-over expression. He tugged at the waistband of his underwear, moving the rest of his clothes down over his hips to free his balls and his legs. 

“Waitin’ ‘til you catch your breath,” Kid whispered affectionately while casting his boots, socks and pants aside, “I'm cruel, but I'm not that cruel.” 

In truth, Kid felt the approach of a premature untouched orgasm swelling in his abdomen the moment your cunt pressed against his face. It had been so long since he had taken a lover, especially one as enthusiastic as you were at the very notion of a sliver of his attention. 

You teased him earlier in the day with your unbridled lust, intrigued him with your devotion to your tinkering assignment, and had him completely smitten with your complete and utter shamelessness.

He was so completely riled up, he refused to be embarrassed by how quickly he was going to cum from the moment your cunt touched his twitching, engorged cock. He wanted to take his time, enjoy your company for as long as you were willing to share it with him. 

As your heartbeat slowed to a more forgiving pace, you beckoned him with your coaxing hands and pleading eyes. Smiling down at you, he hovered over your face and pressed needy and passionate kisses against your jaw with his lips and tongue. 

His red, fat tongue slithered against your chin, prompting you to turn your head and claim the organ into your parted lips. As soon as your mouth brushed with his, you felt the tip of his cock tap against your over prepared and glistening hole. You moaned against his lips as his tip began to split you apart, your walls moving in a wide stretch to accommodate his impressive girth. 

“I-It’s too big,” you winced against his lips, “Too big!” You cried out as he soothed you by pressing gentle kisses against your cheeks, lips, temple, chin and jaw. 

“Y-You can t-take it,” he huffed, wincing at how tight your cunt was choking him, strangling him with your smaller core, “Just-... hah, fuck-... Just relax around it. You can do that for me, can't you? Relax and let me i-in.” His shiny tip pushed deeper into your cunt, his shaft twitching as he felt your fluttering walls adjust to accommodate him. 

You winced your brows up, breathing deeply as he caged your smaller body beneath him. Huffing out several strangled breaths, he fully slotted his shaft into you. Tufts of his red pubic hair ground coarsely against your swollen clit, a cry spilling from your lips the welcome he received as his cock encased itself within your warm, puffy sheath. 

“Fuck, you're so-... ngmmh-... so fucking tight,” he bit your shoulder as he buried his head within the crook of your neck. At every quiver your glistening core fluttered around him, he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. 

“You're so fucking big,” you praised him with a hushed, needy whisper; mewling as he began to make shallow movements, pistoning his cock while remaining deep within your cunt. 

You felt yourself relax around him, the rocking of his hips enabled you to adjust quickly to his length and girth. You circled your arms around his shoulders, cradling his head against your shoulder as you felt him begin to pant. A flash of lightning hit your body as your lust hit you with its stricken intensity. 

“C'mon, big boy,” you cooed down at him with new motivation, “I know you can fuck me harder than that.” Kid snapped his head up, his eyes feral as he gawked at you. 

“You want me to fuck you harder?” Kid asked, a pink flush tinting his face as deep a scarlet as his vibrant hair. You laughed, your abdomen constricting his cock within you as you did. 

“Did I stutter?” You teased him, clawing at his shoulders before capturing his cheeks within the heels of your palms, “Harder.” Eustass Kid, who was not accustomed to be on the receiving end of orders, immediately began slamming his hips against yours in rough claps. You shrieked in joy, gyrating to match his quickening pace. 

The wet slaps of your cunt taking Kid's cock reverberated with your mutual moans throughout the crew quarters. You huffed out strangled pants as you ground your hips upwards to meet with his heavy-handed thrusts. His biceps twitched with every hard thrust against you, leaning up on his flesh and metal arms to get a glimpse of his cock disappearing within your gummy walls.

Cocking your head to the side, you noticed his brows were knit in focus, his mind still holding his body back from being too rough with you. You craved him letting go, the craving prompting you to hook your legs over his hips and lock your ankles together behind his lower back.  

“Harder,” you coax him, “Go harder, Captain. I can't take it.” As a gesture, you tug at his shoulders and cradle his body against you. He fell against you, his arms caging you once again beneath him. 

“I'm gonna break your fucking hips if I fuck you any harder,” he huffed against your cheek. He continued his rough pace, the lewd slap of his balls on your puckered ass causing you to cry out for him. 

“I serve on a ship full of doctors,” you prompt him, pressing open kisses against his collar and rocking your hips to his rhythm, “I can take it. C'mon, Kid. Fuck me like you want to.”

Kid halted his movements, his eyes immediately snapping up to meet with your own. He was immediately challenged by your utter audaciousness, searching your eyes for any hesitation for him to simply take what he wanted from your body. 

“Like I want to?” His growl sent a shudder from youd chest down to your cunt, stil containing his entire length, “You want me to show you how I want to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you whispered, biting and nipping at his cheek, jaw and neck as a further coaxing for him to propel himself harder, firmer and deeper against you. 

He broke your arms away from his shoulders, his metal and flesh hands immediately moving to the backs of your thighs and pressing them firmly up into your stomach. You mewled in shock, feeling the new depth his cock reached at this angle hitting and brushing against more of your core you never thought possible. 

“You want me to fuck you with my full strength? Feel me so fucking deep in your stomach it borders on painful?” He growled, pressing his stomach against your thighs as he allowed his full weight to sink down into you, “You want your bones to fall on the brink of shattering as I fuck into you, using you for my own personal pleasure?” 

“Yes,” you confirmed a little louder than before, following his movement with the rapid bounce of your hips in rhythm with his rough thrusts. You bit back a cry as he picked up his pace, your lower abdomen feeling the pinch of his tip kissing your cervix. 

He hastily drew down his hands, prompting you to hook your arms behind your knees to keep you fully exposed to his rough thrusts. As you held your legs back, he forced his right hand onto the pit of your stomach, pushing on the tip of his angular cock brushing against the spongy curvature of your G-spot. 

“Feel that? That's-... fuck, hhah-... how fucking deep I am,” he panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. You cried out muted sobs in desperation for him, feeling the approach of your third orgasm rapidly stampeding towards you. 

“Fuck you like I want to, Sunshine?” He growled, repeating your taunt back to you. His speed continuing to pick up as heavy thrusts as he pressed your thighs further into your chest, “Fuck you rough and deep enough to split you apart with my cock? Like I fucking want to?”

“Yes!” you cried out in confirmation, feeling the tight call of your orgasm begin to shake at your toes to your thighs, warmth spreading in your chest with the ignition of passionate convulsions. He groaned for you, panting as he felt the first twitches of his own approach pulsate through the base of his shaft, his balls sucked into the pit of his stomach and knob twitching deep within you. 

“Oh, fuck!” he barked, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he continued to pummel, bully, and bruise your cunt with his impressive, firm cock. He felt the first wave of your pussy beckoning him with your orgasm, his mind no longer his own as he gave into his primal urge to continue claiming you. 

“Fuck, Captain. I'm g-gonna-... f-fuck-... I'm gonna cum-,” you screamed, caged beneath his body as your walls began wringing circular pulses over his cock. Kid began to panic, overcome with the feeling of your pussy milking his shaft. 

“I c-can’t pull out, I can't pull out!” He begged and pleaded as his knob began to leak with the first spurts of unrestrained precum, “Too fucking good!”

“Cum in me, I need you!” you screamed in your haze, drunk on the feeling of this larger man splitting you open with his desperation. You bounced your cunt against him, matching the pace he set while riding through your all encumbering orgasm. 

“F-Fuck!” he roared, ribbons of white release splashing against your cervix and trickling down your thighs with your own juices gushing against him. Your beckoning thumps continued wringing Kid's cock with each pulse in unified bliss. 

Growls of strangled moans fled from Kid's lips as he claimed your mouth within his, deepening the angle he was slamming his hips down against your core and slowing his erratic pace. 

He released your thighs from his grip, choosing to thread his arms around your shoulders and elevate you to a sitting position, his cock still deeply sheathed within you. Rocking back onto his heels and calves, he continued pressing open and lustful kisses against your lips as the last few, teetered, aftershocks of his orgasm spent itself within you. 

Holding the back of your neck, he continued cradling you against himself. His kisses turned soft, sweet and almost loving, his lip paint now marking nearly all of your body with the scarlet hue. The subtle tang of your juices remained on his tongue as you welcomed more of him against your lips. 

As you motioned to break away from his lips to catch your breath, he needily held your neck firmly in place, continuing to pant through his kisses planted against your lips. He rotated his head, his lips entangling themselves sloppily against yours as you both finally fell back down to the harsh reality around you. 

“More,” he whimpered against you, still under the prior hypnotic spell your words and actions cast on him, “Need more.”

Smiling, you pressed several peppered kisses against his lips and face. He hummed through his nose, whining at how affectionate you were remaining to be after taking his aggravated and almost assaulting pace with his cock still inside you. You tested his still firm cock, rocking yourself on his lap which caused a choked whimper to flee from his throat. 

“How long are you staying with us, Captain?” you managed to ask him as soon as you broke away from his desperate lips. He pressed his forehead against yours, his hands moving down to circle around your shoulders and waist. 

“Couple more days,” he confessed in a whisper, his eyes glancing down at where your bodies remained still as one, “Then we leave to go on our separate ways again.” 

You both clamped your eyes shut, feeling your bodies unified together as his cock began to soften within your walls. You raised your hands to cradle his cheeks, pressing a few sweet kisses against his lips as he hung his head back within your arms. 

“And after a few days?” you whispered your question, pressing your forehead against his once more with your eyes remaining shut to conceal your emotions from him, “Then what?” 

You felt Kid's right thumb begin tracing circles against your hip, his arms sliding down to claim both sides of your body beneath his broad hands. 

“Then, Sunshine," he scoffed, playfully licking your chin with the sharpened tip of his tongue, "Every time I meet with your captain and your crew…” he teased you, tilting your face with a subtle jab of his chin to force your eyes to open, as he uttered his final confession to you. 

“... we're gonna make it everyone's problem.”

As soon as you met with his rust-colored eyes, you were once again consumed with lust for him. His enchanting smile, his scarred cheeks, his smudged face paint, his wicked grin: all bewitched you to the point where you would agree to everything he could ever pose to you.

"I'm looking forward to being shameless and embarrassing with my open adoration and lust for you, Captain," you confessed in a whispered breath. He laughed at you smoothing over your hair with his hand, smiling as he drew his face all the closer to yours.

"I'm looking forward to being the object of your shameless fucking lust, Sunshine," he uttered before he claimed your lips beneath his once more in a lengthy, sultry kiss, "Let's get cleaned up, go a couple more times," you squeaked in joy at the notion, prompting a huff of laughter to expel from Kid, "Then I'll carry you up there to enjoy dessert, just like I promised."

[justwinginglife]

im begging on my knees for Soshiro contents. Soshiro Hoshina, the vice captain of third division and a skilled swordsman is freaking jealous on a small sized plushie when his s/o is cooing and gives kisses the plush version of himself.

Now he's trying to get his s/o's attention and tried get rid the little menance.

Plushie Hell

Soshiro didn't mind when you put up a poster of him on your wall. When you'd first bought it, he was real smug and teased you endlessly about how obsessed you were with him, but secretly, he was happy about the idea that you'd hang it up in your apartment where everyone who visited could see. They'd all know you were proud of your boyfriend, proud enough to put him on display. And, if he was honest, he looked really good in the poster. He liked to walk by it and be reminded of all the hard work he'd put into his physique. He was also encouraged by the fact that he'd made enough of a difference in the Defense Force to warrant making posters of him.

In fact, lately he'd begun to get popular rather quickly among the masses. It was hard not to draw attention as one of the only sword wielders in the Defense Force. And to make Vice Captain so young at that, he was quite the impressive man. So there were posters of him, but there were also figures and plushies, and one day you couldn't help but buy a plushie of him. It was radiating cuteness from atop its shelf and you knew the moment you entered the store and spotted it that you weren't leaving without it.

Again, Soshiro almost never minded anything you did, so when you first bought the plushie, he just found it endearing. It just further proved your love for him; you wanted to support him in any way that you could. And when he had late nights at work, or had to go away on joint missions with other divisions, he found it adorable that you'd cuddle the plushie to sleep and pretend it was him.

But then, when he would slide into bed with you in the middle of the night, you'd shoo him away, saying that you were already cuddling Soshiro and the bed wasn't big enough for two Soshiro's. Of course, you were half asleep and only teasing, but he had pouted the rest of the night about it.

And whenever he'd steal kisses from you, you would immediately kiss the plushie as well, "so he doesn't feel jealous," and Soshiro would demand to know why you cared if a plushie was jealous but not if he was jealous. You'd simply tease him for being jealous of an inanimate object and he'd drop the subject, embarrassed.

Eventually, he lost his mind when you turned down a dinner date with him because you were still watching a movie with plushie Soshiro. He had tried walking back and forth in front of the TV, even going so far as to flex while he did it so that maybe you'd get distracted by him but you kept cuddling the damn plushie and watching what glimpses of the movie you could see. When he finally just turned the TV off, you claimed that you'd been meaning to take a nap anyway and you drifted off with the plushie in your arms.

That day, as he watched you all snuggled up with the plushie instead of him, he finally decided it had to go. The only question was how would he do it?

He thought about getting a dog and feeding the plushie to it as a chew toy but then there was the possibility you might pay more attention to the dog than him. Then he thought about "accidentally" washing it with his laundry and when its stitches split and its insides tumbled out he'd have no choice but to toss it out. He might even try to comfort you, say he'd buy you another and then just never do it. Or remind you that you didn't need another because you had the real deal. And your poster. He made a mental note to remind you that the poster existed, you'd been neglecting it after you got the plushie.

At least when you had the poster, you'd make comments about how good he looked and then you'd kiss him all over to show him just how attractive you found him. Now you just kissed the stupid doll.

He knew he was overreacting, he knew he was being dumb, he knew he was being immature. But he also knew that he couldn't handle a single second more with that thing in the house, sapping up all your love and affection.

He wondered if you saw a fresh mound of dirt in the backyard if you'd instantly assume he'd buried it. Would you go dig it up? Would you want it back that bad? Would you just buy another one? Would you even know he had anything to do with it? You hadn't even been paying that much attention to him lately; he thought you might not even notice if he acted out of the ordinary.

The next day, he went to work, still plotting his revenge in his mind. Okonogi noticed him crumpling up pieces of paper, clicking his pen incessantly, and just generally being more cranky than he'd ever been, and she made him spill the beans. After she teased him for a bit, she finally told him to just be honest with you and be an adult about it. He had conceded at the time, admitting to her that she was right and he knew there were better ways of dealing with his frustration. But that was then.

When he got home that night, before he could even open the door, his mind flooded with thoughts of what he'd find when he entered his home. Would you be singing to the plushie as you cooked it dinner? Maybe you'd let it watch you bathe. Maybe you were already asleep, cozied up to it like you always were. All rationality left his body and he thought he might just yank the plushie from your arms and drown it in a vat of bleach.

He almost broke the doorknob trying to rush inside, ready to commit plushie murder.

But you were there waiting for him in the front entrance, welcoming him home with a sweet smile and dinner already laid out for him.

He turned to look behind him in case you'd left the plushie near the door and were talking to it instead. When he realized you meant him, he cautiously looked around, trying to spot it. It was nowhere in sight. He made the excuse that he needed to change out of his work clothes so he gave you a quick peck on the lips and then rushed (as subtly as he could) to the bedroom to see if it was occupying its usual spot on the bed. It wasn't. It was nowhere to be found.

He met you in the dining room to have the first real meal you'd had together in weeks, and while he tried to enjoy it, all he could think was where was the damn plushie?

After several minutes of eating dinner quietly, you finally broke the silence. At first, you just let out a slight giggle but then it erupted into full-blown laughter. You had one hand clutching your side and one hand steadying yourself on the table so you didn't fall out of your chair laughing.

He raised an eyebrow at you. "What? What is it?"

"It's not here," You said, still laughing.

"What's not?" He asked innocently, picking at his food.

"You thought I wasn't going to notice that you searched the entire house before you came to have dinner with me? And that your eyes keep darting around even while we're eating?"

He almost choked on his food. He really didn't think you'd notice. "So... so where is it then?"

"I gave it away as a gift," You grinned, full of amusement as you watched the confusion contort his face.

"What? Why?"

"You talk in your sleep. I know you hated that thing." You teased, wiggling your eyebrows at him and nudging him playfully.

He flushed bright red. "Ah shit, you didn't have to go and get rid of it just for me."

"Actually I bought it for my friend's daughter's birthday. She has quite the crush on you. I just thought I'd have some fun with it and mess with your head before I gave it away." You winked at him.

His jaw dropped. "You... you were messing with me? You little shit."

You bowed dramatically. "That would be me. Besides, I've got my man and I've got my man's poster, what would I need a plushie for? But I will say, you gave me way more of a reaction than I thought you would and eventually it just became too much fun fucking with you. So really, I'd say it was your fault for being so reactive." You stuck your tongue out at him.

He rolled his eyes at you. "Just for that, I'm getting a Mina plushie."

Your eyes widened. "You wouldn't."

He shrugged nonchalantly, but you could tell he was trying not to laugh.

"Soshiro Fucking Hoshina. Don't you fucking dare."

And there was that smirk he had been holding back. "I'm just saying, payback's a bitch. You owe me an apology and a lot of quality time to make up for my psychological trauma."

Oh the little bastard. Then a thought crossed your mind and a mischievous smile spread across your face. You suddenly sank down onto your knees and positioned yourself in between his legs.

He gulped as you looked up at him with devious eyes.

"Oh if only there was some way I could make it up to you..." Your hands worked their way up his calves and eventually settled themselves on his thighs, giving them a light squeeze.

"All is forgiven, all is forgiven!" He blurted out suddenly.

You laughed, nuzzling up against his pants with your nose. "No Mina plushie?"

"Fuck no. Now get in the bedroom, you little tease."

[eli-am-confused]

Family gatherings can get real hectic real fast with this family.

On my post about Curt Mega characters should be a part of the Jon Matteson character family tree @mistoelectra (sorry for the @) brought up Papa Ed and Peanuts and I really wanted to draw them.

Bonus: Papa Ed and Peanuts hanging out after they got home.

Honestly when looking at pictures of Papa Ed all I can imagine is that Peanuts is like his emotional support squirrel. He’s a proud squirrel dad guys.

If you can’t read my handwriting it’s under the cut.

First image:

Eddie Chiplucky: Little Ed! I heard you’re a dad now!

President Howard Goodman: wait really? Where is he? I wanna meet him.

Eddie: I didn’t even know you got with someone!

Howie: Me either!

Proud Papa Ed: guys, he’s a squirrel.

Eddie and Howie: What!?

Ed: Paul’s got ‘im right now.

Second image:

Richie: blah blah blah blah… (y’all get it)

Paul is clearly not holding a squirrel

Third image:

Paul: I suddenly feel like I’m in a lot of danger.

Fourth image:

Proud Papa Ed: Finally some peace and quiet. Let’s go home Peanuts.

Fifth Image:

No text just Ed and Peanuts hanging out.

[downundergarfield]

hello! may i request a s/o that loves to give hugs and kiss to mercenaries? i think it would be cute!!(thank you in advance!)

Hiii, lovely anon! Here's what I came up with!

I've tried to follow a certain pattern. First, hugs in front of everyone, the second kisses in front of everyone and the third - kisses and hugs in private, hope you enjoy

S/O who loves to give hugs and kisses to mercs

Scout ⚾

- He's surprised every time you hug him, he giggles and hugs you back. He is a very loving boy!

- Jeremy blushes deeply every time you kiss him. He screams and hides his face in his cap if you do it in front of everyone. "-AAH, Stop, Y/N, im not cute!!"

- when you kiss him alone, he turns into melted cheese and spreads in pleasure while you caress his cheeks and lips. He loves kissing you. He misses it so much. You fill his need for love with your love and hugs and kisses

Soldier 🦅

- He always says that real soldiers don't need these endearments. But when you hug him in spite of this, he hugs you tighter than anything! The soldier is proud of you and will tell everyone that only he has the right to hug you. He loves it when you hug him patting his broad back.

- When you kiss this noisy American, he becomes even more noisy "- SHE/HE/THEY KISSED ME!!!! EVERYONE!!!! KISSED ME, ONLY MEEE HAHAHAAAA". He is so proud that you love to caress him that way

- in private, he loves your kisses and will kiss back, not letting go for a long time, because he really likes your lips. He will hug you like a pillow, putting his legs up at yours and all that

Pyro 🔥

- They love all that! So they will hug you back, tight, tight, maybe even tighter than you yourself, because they are absolutely happy to hug you

-You kiss them in a gas mask when they gently touch your cheeks with a filter, imitating a kiss. They are not shy about it in public, at all!

- Pyro is a big hugger, when you hang out alone, draw or play, they will hug you very often, and moo happily when you hug them back. They are not hungry for touch, they just really like it.

Demoman 💣

- he breaks into a satisfied smile every time you hug him. He adores your tactility and love of hugs.

- When he is sober, he will only blush a little and be embarrassed, smiling and looking away "-ooh, Laddy, come on, not in front of everyone..."

But when he is in his usual condition, as soon as you kiss him on the cheek, he will firmly grab and kiss you on the lips in response.

- of course he will hug you back in private. When you are alone, he turns into the most loving person in the world, you often lie in an embrace glued together like two dumplings while he showers your forehead with kisses.

Heavy 🐻

- it's hard not to hug him, isn't it? The big, stern Siberian loves it when you hug him. He often hugs you back, hugging you tightly with his big hands.

- he blushes when you kiss him in front of everyone. But he smiles and pats you on the head "-milaya, not at work...you make me blush"

- when you are alone, he likes to put you on his lap and read you different books, sometimes he translates books from Russian for you, kisses the top of your head and hugs you tightly.

Engineer 🔧

- this Texan doesn't mind hugging you back. He loves it when you hug him and will gladly hug you back. He is not embarrassed when you hug him in front of everyone, he is happy to show the others that you are happy to be together

- If you kiss him in front of everyone, he will blush and laugh good-naturedly, kissing you back. Even if it's at work, just be careful and choose the right moment.

- In private, he likes it when you hug him. He thinks it's cute when you take off his hardhat to kiss him on the forehead. He likes to cuddle with you on his mechanical chair

Medic 💉

- When you hug him in front of everyone, he becomes the happiest person in the world. He will willingly hug you back.

- if you kiss him, he will blush and will vigorously ask for more. He likes the shape, texture and taste of your lips. Especially on his own lips

- in private, he will be so happy with your hugs. He likes to walk with his bare hands on your back counting every rib and praising you for your lovely body every time.

Sniper 🏹

- Try to catch the moment when this guy will be in front of everyone. But if you hug him at some general meeting, he will blush and hide it under his hat. The sniper will not move until the end of the meeting, so as not to scare you away, so that you continue to hug him.

- if you kiss him at the meeting. Dude, you'll make him blush deeply and hide behind a hat until the very end

"- Y/n. Its a wrong time, drongo."

- damn it, private, he will beat you in the love of hugs. He literally won't let go of you. This man is a real professional in hugging. Be sure, sometimes, private, he will just pile on you about and without, hugging for hours. He loves to kiss you, he will kiss you even more than you. He's so happy that you love it all too.

"-This is what I needed, Roo..."

Spy 🍷

- you like to hug him in front of everyone because he reacts to it, so snobbish "-Y/N, stop. You will rumple my suit.." he will look away and push you away a little, trying not to offend. It's a pity that his ski mask hides his blush

- if you kiss him in front of everyone (of course, if you manage to catch the moment when he is without a cigarette in his mouth), he will cover his face with his hands. "-Oh, please, not in front of everyone, je t'en prie..."

- in private, he discards it all. Alone, he won't let go of your lips and will kiss and hug you for all the things you teased him with all day.

He smells of cigarettes and wine. What happens in his smoking room is not worth comparing with what happens in front of everyone

[niftukkun]

New from RECAP Weekly!!! An Exclusive Interview from Hermitopia's Emperor?!?

for the third week of @shepscapades ’s hermitcraft character design event, i offer grian as an empires smp member!

ok so first off, that head. thats just p03 from inscryption. but grian. it fits! but also! go play inscryption go go its on sale Right Now (until june 30) go play it its so good then go watch this video afterwards join my fandom please please please join us

ok back to hermpires! so i originally was gonna take an empire from s2 and just insert grian into it, but while browsing through the esmp s2 wiki i came across/remembered hermitopia and my brain went yep! this one. so i thought a bit about what grian would do if he was an empires smp member and how hermitopia would happen, and i think grian would crash the economy on purpose. i mean it almost already happened when the hermitpires crossover happened so i dont think im too far off. i think grian originally exported something simple, like maybe sugarcanes or mud, something easy to farm yknow, but then i dunno got bored or something so he made a couple more farms. then kept making more farms. then the hermitopia we all know and love happened!

actually maybe hermitopia isnt grians first empire. i think grian has a separate empire but decided to invite his friends to help him make some farms and then it just kept going. then hermitopia happened. i like the collaboration aspect of hermitopia so i think thats how that happens. hermitopia isnt necessarily grian's but its under his command so it gets called his. (isnt there a word for this? was it vassalage? i think its vassalage)

with that in mind i went with a robot-y grian because grumbot and a snazzy cool suit because business man (sidenote im looking over my pre art notes and one of them is just capitalism man and. yeah! not wrong). i gave him more steampunk-y wings than the usual feathery ones cause that fit better. i gave him a crown not really sure why but it fits since without it the design was more Just A Guy but with it he's more Emperor yknow. the buttons have a g on it because he would and an (attempted) gold trim cause that looked nice and fancy. originally he was gonna have four wings cause fun fact four wings is part of my base grian design but four wings kind of crowded the drawing so i didnt include them (sad) and i also didnt include the tail hes supposed to have because i couldnt find a good way to add it in with the pose. but in my heart he has both four wings and a tail

now why magazine style artwork? i 'unno. i thought itd look cool. and it does!! it looks SO cool!!! im so proud of it. recap magazine!! because of course im gonna make a hermitcraft recap reference are you kidding me recap is practically already a magazine reporting what gossip is happening on the hermitcraft server on any given week. its very specifically volume 9 issue 34 because thats when the crossover happened season 9 week 34 babey we love little esoteric details hell yeah!! i looked up how magazine covers work and its supposed to be like, main article big and smaller supporting side articles just kinda floating around so i did that!! and i made them funney references because of course i did! local bard catches scurvy because you cannot convince me that oli orionsound would not catch scurvy he would. does god is gay is a reference to that does bruno mars is gay nonsense article that makes me laugh everytime specifically in reference about mr smallish bean because he. has so many children. and none of them as far as i know from the lady server members theyre all lovechilds from gay lovers its hysterical and hilarious. quit your job join our sun cult is about the dawn empire because thatse the vibe that empire gives me and i think its funny. also!! thats hermitopia!! in the background!! i got the image off of the empires smp wiki and just Biggen'd it and it makes a bomb ass background hell yeah ^-^!!

also version with no text here lookit it!!

[nordidia]

Regardless of how much attention they got, what are three things you've written or drawn that you're most proud of?

oh i love this question...

so i think what i get most proud of are my long comics,, despite the drawings being simple, i think i put alot more effort into just finishing them than i do like. coloured pieces etc... doing full pieces is more leisure than struggling to finish a long ass comic yknow. especially if its mental health related, i put alot of effort into them

so i think the one im most proud of is the sunset duo comic about PTSD flashbacks the way i experience them.,. i never really saw people talk about how they are for me so i decided to do it myself

alot of people find comfort in it because they also have been longing for someone to talk about those kinds of flashbacks, where its not really pictures or specific memories, but more the feelings you felt during it. alot of people who have repressed memories have flashbacks this way it was very... cathargic. its the first thing that pops into my head when people ask about my emotion-comics. i think its my favorite

another one i really like is this one.

its my first deep comic like that, and it kinda kicked off something in me, knowing what i wanted to create. its kinda old now, and my art has evolved somewhat, ive been thinking of re-doing it sometime

alot of my comics that are like this are based on my own struggles, and i make them to deal with my own, hoping that posting them will make others feel less alone. i also base leo on my irl bff like 98% of the time, and this was one of them.

i think that it marks kind of "the first" of stuff that i've gotten feedback on that it has helped others, and looking back on it gives me alot of motivation to continue doing art

hmm third one i really love is this one, with april

i had this huge idea of going into detail about things, my own take on things. and i held that idea until i started drawing, and as i got to the end i realised: "wait.. i dont want to think about this. i dont want to have a take on someone's pointless suffering. i dont want him to have to remember it either. why do all comics have to elaborate on the struggling and then everything being okay? thats not how it works" and ended up completely re-writing it. i think it made it alot more in character too

at the time, i was in therapy. and we would often talk about what i do in my daily life and i would talk about the comics i make. and this was one she really liked hearing about, and she had a lot of praise for the way i ended it when i told her about my trail of thought

i hope this is comprehensible jdajkgfdsjk !!

i thinik. i like my art that includes leo .. is some of my favorite... i like writing him. he's very kind. he loves and respects raph alot, and i think he understands raph on a deeper level in some way. i cant explain it but. yueah!!! if i could have a fourth favorite it would be this one

[goodluckclove]

I was really motivated to start my book but it actually made my mood worst... I feel like it's just never good enough and because it's ocs nobody will care.

I feel that way about ocs in general. I feel like the only one who create them without using them as self insert

I can't draw so I feel invisible when everyone's like "show me your ocs". As writers, we are never thought about when it come to this.

I have a lot to say about this. I'll try not to get too intense haha!

So first off I absolutely do not like the use of the term OC outside of a fandom setting. I understand why people use it, and it technically works, but at the same time it's also more than a little silly. Like imagine Homer talking like this about his "OC Odysseus". Like from what I know, OCs are called as such because they're additions to an existing fandom. It's Doctor Who's sexy uncle, or the third Winchester Brother who actually thinks ghosts are dumb and works at Best Buy. You don't want people reading the fic and wondering how they missed The Dentist, who Ubers instead of riding in a TARDIS, so you clarify he's an OC.

But if you're writing your own canon, all your characters are original. Your locations, your story, every single line of dialogue is your hands and your brain. That's a hefty load to carry! You don't need to clarify that they're original characters in your fully original work. They're just your characters, from your story. Be proud of that!

And onto something else that might be a little hard to hear: self-inserts aren't always a bad thing. In my own personal dictionary people use self-insert to describe a character that the reader could use as a power fantasy. Most of the protagonists of your average isekai anime are self-inserts. They're really strong and powerful and cool and awesome and everyone wants to kiss them on the mouth.

But if your character is a self-insert in the sense of a character being like the writer? That's fine. In a lot of cases that's actually really good and a great way to create someone you and the reader can relate to. All of my characters are self-inserts in some sense of the word and because I connect to them in an honest way other people can too.

Also you can just talk about your characters. Pretend everyone already knows about them! Im at the third act of the second book in my series and I've been happily dropping lore and facts and updates about characters maybe four people recognize. Do people hate it? I don't know! I think it's fun! I commit to the bit so hard and it's so nice when people want to come along but it does not stop me otherwise!

Long story short: be nicer to your characters. They're trying hard to exist and tell a story and you don't need to search for reasons to keep them in the shadows. Don't bother judging the types of characters other writers make because you're not writing their story and theyre not writing yours. If you work hard and you put your stuff out there you'll eventually find an audience to appreciate it!

Most of literature is "OCs"! You're contributing to literature! Take yourself more seriously! Tell us about your characters!

[endy-x]

ArtFight Recap (1)

Recap 2 / Recap 3 I thought I'd go and post my attacks from artfight that I did, I had a ton of fun this year, I'm going to post them in batches because there is a lot and I do not have the energy to make an individual post for all of them

If you want me to remove you from this list, or add or remove any links in any way just message me and I will!

Im going to put a keep reading here because there is a lot of stuff here so I dont want to block your feed if you're not interested

My first attack Fanale Nightshone was for Kanato4 Very cute character design and was very fun to draw

My second attack was Aster for YellowSubmariine- Very cool design and I'm Really proud of how it turned out

My Third attack was Preston For @shinibobo A really cool looking character who I had a great time drawing and I am very proud of

My fourth attack was Beck For WolfRocket [ Twitter wolventooth and Instagram wolventooth] Very Fun character, and all the refrences were great

My Fifth attack was ✩ Dear Ochi ✩ for Dearochi [Twitter dearochii] Very cool looking character and I'm very proud of the details for this one

My sixth attack was Phoebe (☆☆) for @yesimlithiyum This character design really caught my attention and was very fun to draw

My Seventh attack was Olivia "Ollie" Beck ⚜ for laundrymachin_inc [Instagram laundrymachin.inc] This character design stuck out to me so I had to draw it

My eigth attack was Vir ❤️ for @skystrikeflame I saw this super friendly looking dragon who I couldnt just not draw

My ninth attack was Keres for Any1999 [Instagram Any1999] I loved the multiple arms, I reckon if I drew them again I could draw them even better but for now I'm happy with it

My tenth attack was Gabriel Lucitor for @kottcakes-but-jazzy [Instagram kottcakes]This was a really fun character to draw and looks really cool especially in the original style!

My eleventh attack was Amiera for Holojing [Instagram Holo_jing] I really liked the art style and this was a super cool looking character

My twelfth attack was Kymeros (BG3)❤️ for @skystrikeflame After getting a revenge I drew another character for them, they are a great artist, definately check them out

My thirteenth attack was Akoi for @sleepy161 This character was especially fun to draw because of the side profile and the giant hair

My fourteenth attack was Max for Alex_Lucci [Twitter @AlexLucci2] I loved the outline style for this character and the colours were really cool

My fifteenth character was Lucky for Labo_coco Very fun to draw and very cute

My sixteenth character was Dorothy Ebbetis [Scifi AU] for KingSybbyl [Twitter KingSybbylDraws] Such a beautiful character design and I'm very proud of how she turned out

My Seventeenth character was Noh by MsTweets [Twitter MsTweetums] I love her art style and character designs and Noh was extremely fun to draw

My eighteenth character was Cringe for @sweetnsour-stuff Very fun to draw and I dont see many characters which are just a whole bird, very cool character, very fun to draw

My nineteenth character was Aurel (Vampire) for Rakuuu Such a pretty vampire

Attack 20 was Thena for @pensirru Super cute character and very colourful, great to draw

Attack 21 was Naruki / Rook for @raioknight I love how he looks and he was a joy to draw

Attack 22 was Anneliese Skyla for tinyhorsefan I loved her design and had to draw her

Attack 23 was Dukes for ravenkroftt [Twitter ravenkroftt Instagram ravenkroftt.art] Was super fun to draw, super fluffy too :D

Attack 24 was fable the sheep for corbbeoedn [Twitter punytoon] I loved this character design and it really inspired me with the claws

Attack 25 was Jonah for DuckorApe [Instagram truck_stop_tiger] not sure why its so much bigger than the others lol but the reference was very cute and he was fun to draw

Attack 26 was Rivet for aloette_art [Instagram aloexcv] Not sure what about the design inspired me but the character is really pretty and I'm very happy with my drawing

Attack 27 was calliope for kaybay Very cute character design and very fun to draw

Attack 28 was Iggy for POLA_RIS [Twitter @POLARIS_GL] A very cool looking character and very fun to draw

Attack 29 was Azael for Abiador [Instagram Abi_ador] Super cool design, very fun to draw

Attack 30 was Cole for @theyellowbridg3 I loved the monochromatic vibe and the sunglasses are really cool

[animalinvestigator]

You don’t have to answer this question as it could spoil your plan for their story but I was wondering if you had an idea of about how long Skipper and Phi would actually live for. Like do you think they live to adulthood or are they kids forever?

hellowww anoynmousss!! first : thank you very much for the ask. i think this is the first time ive had some one anon ask me about this particualr story..or at least thats the case for the , rewrite, of this story, for sure...im touched..thinking about printing it out and framing it, im a proud parent. second: sorry for my belated reply i had a very busy day yesterday when you sent it and i work a 9 to 5 right now. but i was looking forward to coming home and answering it all day. THIRD: the actual reply to your question thank you.

the way i write stories im kind of just like..mm how do i explain it. It is against my value system to create too much "epilogue" type material...the way i work is, when the story is done, it's done , and if i wanted to write about the character's lives in the future, it would be part of the main body of the story...since skipper and phi's story more or less resolves itself over the course of a few months at most, i don't really have a concrete idea of their future , nor any intent to develop one... and it's also just like, with these two in particular, it feels opposed to the feeling i'm writing from to have a solid answer to how and if they grow up..since i guess the main emotional core is something like "it's impossible to know how much time we have left before the world is too inhospitable for us and anything that could have remembered us" ...

all those words just to say: it's not something i have any interest in solidifying. but, both characters make it through the narrative in one piece and end up back in a place of relative equilibrium ,and it /is/ in my vision that they have many more carefree days together after that, for sure :3 if it makes you happy to imagine them as grown ups you should...i dont persoanlly feel compelled to think much about it butfrom where i finish making up stuff thats where i hand it over to anyone who might be listening to make up anything else they want to tack onto it, if they feel inclined. As a wise man once said. Everything you say will become the truth. Winks

aynway kind of a lame answer but, i hope it was insightful. thank you for being interested in my silly stories it means the world. sending much love anyonymous

usually i would doodle al itle related picture im struggling to draw on model so take some never before seen doodles of them riding a bike as recompense.

[thatkirisame]

2. 5 favourites of your own work?

This was a hard question to answer since my favourite pieces that I draw change pretty often, quite some thought went into my choices and so I'll explain them in order. The first one was a commission for Eternity Larva, it was my first time drawing her and the sketch flowed very well and so im pretty proud of that piece.(24-03-23) The second one was one where the copics were very agreeable that day also whenever I see it I can hear the song that I played on loop drawing it.(16-07-23) The third one is one of my better digital drawings, from the idea of having Youmu's reflection in her ghost form to the execution of the lighting, this was also one of the few drawings where I tried experimenting with different brushes.(09-02-23) The fourth one holds a special place in my heart as I drew this while I was still in secondary school and kinda really got the ball going with regards to me being a touhou artist, I still look back and wonder how the heck I drew that background.(Pre-2014) The final one is a bit of a meme(Literally) It was the very rare time where I decided to draw a meme and went through with it fully it gives me the giggles when I look at it so it also is a bit special to me personally.(10-01-23) And as you can see most of my favourite pieces are pretty recent due to recency bias so you can be assured the list will change over time.

[tinks-forbidden-elixirs]

Flocks & Pyres - An Excerpt ("Shovel Talk")

(...) At least [Tango] wasn’t the only one on the server who seemed to realize that he’d managed to find himself a gem of a soulmate, despite the Jimmy’s poor track record with the Life games. It was around two weeks into the game now and Tango and Jimmy had decided to make the rounds, resorting to begging and pulling the pity card as a means to get some extra resources. Tango had found his way to Scott’s base, and after he’d struck out a bit with Scott, Cleo, Ren, and Big B, Tango had been pulled aside by Scott to chat. Scott leaned back casually against his half-finished house, Tango trailing after him and cyan eyes tracking Ren and Big B’s path as they made their way back up to their box of a base. It was a moment before Scott spoke.

“How’s Jimmy?”

Tango blinked at him, the question coming a bit out of left field. To be fair, it was the same question Joel and Etho had asked almost a week ago when he and Jimmy were still barely recovering from their first death, but from Scott it seemed a bit odd…until he remembered that he and Jimmy had been partners during Third Life. More than that, even, if rumors were to be believed, though Tango hadn’t been close to anyone but the other Hermits back then so he hadn’t really kept up with the goings-on of the newcomers as well as he probably should have.

“Uh…good, I think,” Tango shrugged, joining Scott in leaning against the stone wall. “At least he was when I saw him this morning.”

“I meant,” Scott drawled, rolling his eyes, “how is he as a partner?”

“He - oh.” At that, Tango couldn’t help but grin. “Honestly? He’s been amazing. Don’t get me wrong, Team BEST was pretty great last game, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a teammate in this game who’s been so genuinely proud and excited every time we accomplish something. Even the small stuff. You’ve gotta know this already but I swear he’s like a walking ball of sunshine. And he’s more than pulling his weight too, I mean - the cows!” He pushed away from the wall, his eyes alight and his hands moving animatedly with his words. “I think half the server knows we’ve got ‘em by now, but - last week we had next to nothing. And then a few days ago? The guy shows up with an entire herd of cows trailing behind him, like - like - I dunno, some sort of cow whisperer! It was amazing! And the smile he got on his face when I told him so…”

Tango trailed off, realizing he was chattering a bit more than he intended to, but when he glanced in Scott’s direction the man was smiling knowingly at him.

“...what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the other player. Scott simply tilted his head and tucked his hands into his pockets.

“So you’re getting along?” he asked without answering, his words carefully casual.

“Well - yeah, of course we are,” Tango nodded, puzzled. “Probably better than I would’ve with anyone else on the server, except maybe Impulse…” He squinted at Scott, suspicion mounting. “What’s this about?”

“You know, Jimmy’s got a bit of a curse hanging over his head,” Scott carried on as if he hadn’t heard him.

He cast his glance out over the ravine, where it was only now that Tango spotted Jimmy standing over the ravine on some sort of narrow bridge. He couldn’t quite tell from here but he thought he recognized Scar’s familiar brown jacket as well, and what looked like Joel along with him. Scott hummed thoughtfully, drawing Tango’s attention back to him.

“Or that’s what some people say,” he drawled, almost mocking. “That’s what Jimmy seems to think. The first to die in the last two games. It’s a bit of a pattern, isn’t it?”

Something about Scott’s tone set Tango on edge, his hair crackling and his core feeling a bit heated. He’s heard people tease Jimmy from a distance a few times by now, all playful banter and friendly mocking, but this felt different. This didn’t feel like a part of the game. This felt pointed, somehow, and he wasn’t sure what to think of it.

“What are you implying?” he asked sharply, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

“I’m implying,” Scott went on, finally pushing away from the wall to step up to Tango, getting close enough to stare him in the eye and not caring for boundaries, “that there’s a chance you’ve ended up tied to a losing horse. People might target him because they think he’s weak. There’s a chance you’ll get dragged down by that so-called curse of his. So the question is…” Scott grinned, a sharp and wicked thing that had Tango’s blood boiling. “...are you going to go down with a sinking vessel? Or are you planning on abandoning ship to save your own skin?”

Tango snarled, a sharp grip coming up to clutch at the front of Scott’s shirt, pinning the man to the wall behind him with a little more force than was strictly necessary.

“I don’t know what kind of history you’ve got with Jimmy, and frankly I don’t care,” he said hotly, his tail lashing at the air behind him in his agitation. “Just because he’s gone out first the last two games doesn’t mean he will this time. There’s a hell of a lot more to him than people seem to think, and I’m getting a bit pissed off that one of his friends seems to be laughing at his expense. And even if we do manage to get eliminated before anyone else, I won’t even care! He’s my soulmate, my partner, and I’m not about to leave him behind just because of some stupid superstition. I’ve had enough betrayal in this game to last me a lifetime.” He leaned in closer, smoke curling past his teeth. “And it may just be a game, but I won’t hesitate to knock some heads together if people go out of their way to make his life difficult after we’ve stopped playing around for the day. Understood?”

For a moment, there was silence. Scott stared Tango down without any fear, without even an inkling of trepidation, something calculating in his eyes that was almost more infuriating than the silence. But then…then whatever animosity had been in his expression melted away and he smiled, a gentle and knowing thing that took Tango aback with how different it was from the smirk he’d seen only seconds before.

“Good,” Scott said brightly, managing to get an arm up to pat Tango on the shoulder. “Happy to hear it.”

“...what?”

“Sorry, by the way,” he went on, looking rightfully apologetic. “You’ll have to forgive me - when I found out we were going to have our lives tied to someone else this season, I felt the need to make sure Jimmy’s partner wouldn’t be the type to hurt him. He deserves someone he can rely on.”

Tango stared, gobsmacked, the fire and fight in him slowly petering out. His tail drooped against the grass.

“Why…why would I hurt him?” he asked, shaking his head slowly.

“Well you wouldn’t, clearly. That’s the point.”

“So…so this–” Tango gestured between them. “–this was, what, a test?”

“Precisely,” Scott smirked and winked. “And you passed with flying colors.”

“I–”

“You can let me go now, Tango.”

What? Let him - oh. Right. Tango was quick to obey, instantly releasing Scott’s shirt and taking a step or two back, his cheeks tinged pink while he avoided Scott’s gaze. He cleared his throat.

“Uh...sorry man.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I riled you up on purpose,” Scott waved him off, straightening his clothes. He eyed Tango with a knowing sparkle in his eyes. “Though I have to say, that was a rather impressive display. You’re quite protective of him for it being so early in the game.”

At that, Tango flushed to the tips of his ears and swallowed, folding his arms over his chest and shrugging.

“Yeah, well, he’s my partner, isn’t he?” he muttered, ignoring the fact that his glowing hair was probably giving him away regardless of whatever tale he was trying to tell. “He’s got my back and I’ve got his.”

“Mhmmm…that’s all it is.”

Tango risked a glance in Scott’s direction and saw the way the other player was watching him, saw the smirk that danced across his face and the mirth in his eyes.

He knows, was all Tango could think, his pulse leaping and his jaw tensing. He has to. It wasn’t his fault he’d gained a bit of a crush on his sweetheart of a soulmate. Who wouldn’t? Jimmy was sunshine incarnate, and handsome to boot. Cute, even, when he smiled that million-glowstone smile. Could anyone blame him?

“Was there anything else?” he asked, aiming for nonchalant and missing by a mile. “Or, uh…or was it just the shovel talk from his ex-partner?”

“Ex-husband,” Scott corrected casually, as if that little revelation didn’t send Tango reeling with the implications of what exactly he was getting himself into here. “But no, that was it.” Scott cast a wayward lookout across the ravine and sighed. “...though you may want to go assist your soulmate. Scar and Joel might not be red but they seem to be pestering Jimmy a bit over on that bridge.”

“They what?” Tango’s head snapped around to the little one-block-wide path in the distance, where Jimmy was balancing precariously between a crouching Scar and Joel’s laughing form. Something hitched in his chest, something like concern, and he let out an aborted sort of sound as he started off around the ravine’s edge to reach them.

“Tango!”

Tango stopped and turned back to find Scott smiling warmly after him.

“Jimmy’s had a bit of bad luck the last two games, but I think he could do well if given the chance.” He tilted his head in Tango’s direction. “You seem like a good match. You might just be able to turn his luck around.”

Tango was quiet, still, the words rolling over him and making some of the tension in his chest soften at the implications. He smiled back.

“I’ll certainly try,” he promised, before leaving Scott behind to find his way to Jimmy. (...)

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(That moment when you're really proud of scene you wrote and you'd love to post it to your main blog, but you know full well it's from an AU that you're trying to keep slightly anonymous so you can't share it there, so you just have to resign yourself to your self-imposed anonymity so that others can enjoy the scene that's been living in your head for a week...)

[seeminglydark]

I just read your post about how you only really started working on comics seriously at 35 and now you're 41, and I burst into tears immediately upon reading it.

I've wanted to be an author since I was 5. I put my first piece of work out for the public (a fanfic) two years ago, at age 33. Before that I had to spend three literal decades pulling my life together through trauma and disability and mental illness. My dad is currently sick with something that could either last another ten years, or take him away tomorrow. I've never seen another person with so many similarities to my own life actually talk about it openly.

I'm a brand new reader, I only know you through tumblr (trying to find downtime to really read things for fun is a constant challenge) but I've resonated so much with your art. Thank you so much for your post and for being so open. You've given me a much-needed dose of hope at a very hard time.

hey anon, if it is acceptable i am giving you a great big internet hug. life is SO so hard. and i am SO proud of you, i dont even know you but it sound like youve been through so much and it sounds like you've made it so far. im so happy you exist.

one of my main goals is to be really open about my struggles cuz i know that some people cant be, and i know that these things need to be heard. i wish someone had told me. im so beyond words to know it can help other people too cuz sometimes its scary to sorta lay yourself out there. so thank you. keep posting your work when you can. i believe in you. and i am sending all the positive vibes in the world to you and to your dad as well.

reading comics and finding time is hard, im barely able too myself. i have a lot of people around me who just like to look at the drawings i make, so with most of them i try and tell a little story, and i think tumblr is the place im most open and comfortable, cuz this community is so incredible. whether you can read the whole comics or just enjoy the art, i appreciate the hell out of you.

and hey, no matter if youre 15, or 25, or in your 30's or older than me, im so proud you, and its never ever to late to take a first, second or third step. youre doing great.

[merwynsartblog]

reminder to self that the first drawing of mercury was in 2021 03/03 so march third i think?

this. this was the first ever design of mercury

even though im cringing heavily rn i am like. really proud of the improvement i gotten in a few years. like GOOD LORD.

also ill eat the chocolate pizza tmr i need to make sure my family doesnt see me make this thing bc they be so concerned

[samsspambox]

hi hi!! i was tagged by both @actualbird and @theres-a-bea for the 15 questions thing!!! thank you both!! <3 (i decided to make a separate post to not ping everyone lolol)

anyways! here we go!! :D

are you named after anyone? no but i almost was tho! my dad wanted to name me after my paternal grandmother/paternal aunt but my mom swooped in last second and put my name as is hehe!

when was the last time you cried? a day ago lmaooo. there's health issues in my family currently going on and, well, i worry a lot.

do you have kids? in the words of artem wing: i've never had a girlfriend or wife, let alone a child. (this user has never had a romantic partner ever. i've asked around and apparently, i just fit nicely in with friends that i'm never considered for romance so, yeah.)

do you use sarcasm much? yes absolutely, its my third language. not much online tho but irl? yes

what sports do you play? i used to play soccer and do track and field back in middle school but i tore something (American health care everyone) and it kinda hurts when doing extreme stuff so i just stick to walking lolol. i would've loved to do gymnastics.

first thing you notice about other people? their eyes and vibes! you can tell a lot from a person just from their eyes and tbh, and my gut feelings don't do me wrong. there was this one time when a person felt off vibe- wise and i was right it was so validating

eye color? brown!

scary movies or happy endings? happy endings!! i absolutely hate horror (not to dis it at all, its just not for me). my friend has sworn off taking me to see a horror movie bc -- ha-- i was a horror to watch it with

any special talents? uh,,, i'm pretty good with a map? pattern recognition? knowing the 50 states in song form? the ability to bullshit my way out of situations? idk if these count lolol i find myself going blank!

where were you born? i was born in the west coast of America! unlock level 420 of friendship to figure out the state!

what are your hobbies? i read, write, i'm teaching myself to draw, i fiddle with computers a lot (i, uh, program stuff in my free time just to fuck around but my favorite thing to do is break into computers? with consent ofc), i know my way about circuit boards and soldering, and off the record i translate, tutor, and take care of kids jksbdkjsb. the woes of the oldest child

do you have any pets? yES! my babies gabacho and ginger i love them to bits and they were born on leap day

13. how tall are you? i'm 5 feet 2.5 inches (lISTEN I GREW HALF AN INCH SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL IM PROUD) 14. favorite subject in high school? i was really into my digital electronics class, CSA, world history, and physics! 15. dream job? back when i was younger the dream job was NASA, but now idk? i'm having an ongoing crisis but the way things are going I'll end up doing something in cybersecurity

and now for the tags! i shall tag @surely-galena and whoever else wants to join in!