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test subject 0128 | p.sh

PAIRING. ai!park sunghoon x robotic engineer!reader

GENRE. angst, thriller & a bit of horror

CAUTIONS. major character death & death in general, murder, violence, profanity, i’m not an expert on robot and ai stuff so don’t take the info too seriously

WORD COUNT. 6.6k

SYNOPSIS. You may be hopelessly in love with your creation, and so be it, but there’s a reason why they warn you about doing so.

“I'm going to need you to drop it,” you spat while turning around to look at your colleague, Maki. “I'm really trying here. I don't know what else they're expecting from me.”

Maki huffs in frustration, the folder firm in his tight grasp.

“I know. I'm not saying that you're not doing enough, but we need our test subject 0128 to meet the standards or they'll never consider us for a promotion,” Maki fires back.

You scoff. “All you're thinking about is a promotion, right? That's all you ever think about,” you mutter before facing away, attempting to leave. He cuts you short.

“Yes,” he breathes, “a promotion for the both of us would really fuckin' help us out in our situations. We deal with personal shit of our own, right? If we get this promotion, it could help us tremendously, and you're being incredibly stubborn about it.” Maki steps closer to you, his tall frame towering over you. This does not intimidate you.

You look up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Why do you care so much about what I'm dealing with? What if I don't care about a promotion as much as you do?”

In response, all Maki does is chuckle softly. “You care about working on these stupid robots more than having a bump to your paycheck? Hilarious if you ask me,” Maki crosses his arms, his stance unrelenting.

“I've worked hard for this position, Maki. I actually love doing what I'm doing, and I don't care about a bump to my paycheck. I worked hard on perfecting these test subjects, but I don't care about the stupid checklist,” you reply quietly, looking into his eyes.

“Well, last time I checked, I'm working alongside you for this project, no?” Maki challenges, which causes you to bite your lip. “If you don't care about a promotion, that's fine, but I do. So, while you're in your little fantasy world about making the best AI to ever walk upon this earth, I'm going to make sure that test subject meets all of the requirements.”

Before you can argue, he walks past you in long strides, leaving you in utter distraught in the empty hallway.

You roll your eyes before you walk toward your unit. Unlocking the door and stepping in, you toggle the light switch on. The room immediately lights up, revealing all of your equipment and a range of test subjects lined up.

You rub your eyes tiredly as you step in front of test subject 0128, the visual of his sharp nose, plump lips, and his pale, shiny, robotic skin drawing you in closer more than you would like to admit.

“You're more than a bunch of boxes to check off,” you whisper more to yourself, as you rub your thumb on the glass of his hand. You know it's pathetic to be talking to an inanimate object like this, but you don't dawn on the concept for too long.

“You're my baby,” you smile as you softly caress the glass of his cheek, “I won't let anyone try to change you from the way you're made to be.”

Your phone vibrates in your lab coat pocket, and as you pull it up to your ear, you hear the booming voice of your manager.

“Y/N, please head to Unit 106. We are having a short meeting with the rest of our team,” Jungwon instructs, and you softly apologize and make your way out of the room, closing the light and locking the door.

As you leave, and the room inside stays still and dark, test subject 0128, or what Sunghoon likes to call himself, slowly makes the corner of his lips tug to form a small smirk.

When you walk in, the rest of the colleagues from your department, including the department’s manager, Jungwon, are already present. Jungwon quickly jots some stuff down on his laptop while everyone is seated at a table, talking mindlessly amongst themselves.

You find an empty chair and you sit, trying your best to stay clear from the eyes of everyone else.

“Right, hello everyone. Hope all is well,” Jungwon starts as he turns away from his laptop, and stands in front of the room with his hands clasped together.

“I take it that all of you are working hard on your test subjects, and I’m proud of you! Please keep track of what needs to be completed on the checklists I gave you all last Monday,” Jungwon explains.

“It’s especially important that you follow the suggestions that have been sent to you via email by our Board of Executives, Park Jongseong. If you have any questions or concerns about that, please let me know once this meeting has concluded.”

At this point, you felt yourself zoning out.

He continues. “Your test subjects are due next Wednesday and they must be present in this room by seven P.M. sharp. Once again, all concerns regarding what I’m telling you right now should be directed to me. Any questions you’d like to ask at this moment?”

The room erupts in silence for a few seconds before Maki speaks up.

“Nothing too important, however, what would be the consequence if our test subject isn’t aligned with all of the requirements on the checklist?”

Jungwon nods before responding. “I would highly recommend to ensure that your test subject meets the requirements. This is a task you’ve been assigned and it should be completed in the correct manner. Are you running into any specific issues?”

Maki displays a small smile before shaking his head. “Just asking hypothetically.”

“Alright, well, let’s just say it won’t look good on your monthly evaluation. Any other questions from anyone else?” Jungwon asks, and the silence erupts once more.

After being dismissed, you scoff and exit the room, following Maki’s direction.

“What was that? Are you trying to scare me?” You nudge his shoulder, and he turns around and looks at you.

“Scare you? What are you talking about?”

“The question you asked earlier is definitely something targeted towards me. For your information, I’m going to meet all of the requirements, so you don’t have to worry about anything,” you reply in a boring manner.

“Sounds good. I’m taking a bit of a break right now, so I’ll help you out once I’m done,” Maki says before he turns around to leave.

What a bitch.

You stormed back to your unit, desperately hoping to calm down from your own irritation. What is the big problem, anyway? Always having to do this and that, always having to attend to the needs of others and make sure everything is what they want and how they want it, you can’t even breathe without someone demanding orders down your neck—

What?

You toggle the light switch on to see that everything remains in place, including the rest of your test subjects, but one of them has gone missing from their stand.

0128.

You suck in a shaky breath. Are you seeing things, or what? Why isn’t he supposed to be where he usually is?

Panic starts to gnaw at you as you make your way around the room, looking everywhere to see where your AI has magically disappeared. There’s no possible way for anyone to come in here and steal him, considering you have the key to this unit. Plus, everyone in your department was present at the meeting.

So, where the flying fuck did your test subject go?

Common sense and all logical possible solutions seem to have disappeared from your mind as well since you’re now having a full-blown meltdown and you begin running out of your unit without caring to lock the door. You can’t access anyone else’s unit since they lock it themselves as well, but you need to know where he is. Someone took him and thought this would be an absolutely funny prank.

As much as you panic because you love your AI on its own, you’re also going to be in deep shit since he is your project, too. You can’t afford to make another AI from scratch when the due date is a week away and you know that Jungwon would never accept an extended period.

So, what do you do? You start frantically banging on the doors.

Nobody’s responding, of course, and you feel like your heart is going to burst out of your chest in anxiety since you don’t know where the hell your AI is. Thankfully, you see a door open from down the corridor, and you quickly sprint towards it.

Inside, your colleague Giselle is wiping down her test subject with a wet wipe.

“Giselle! Oh my God, you need to help me,” you exclaim as you nervously walk up towards her with shakiness in your throat. You’re trying to not cry.

“Y/N, you scared the crap out of me! I don’t even know why I left the door open. Anyway, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Giselle asks as she stands up from her stool and looks at you in great concern.

“I’m sorry, I just have no idea what to do. My test subject disappeared from my unit.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Disappeared? What do you mean?”

You shake your head and you begin to pace back and forth. “I don’t know, I have no clue where it went. I don’t know who would have had access to my unit since it’s locked, and its stand is still there, you would be crazy to not steal the stand as well, since that’s what holds it up! Who is strong enough in this damn building to casually carry it and walk out the door!” You throw your hands up in frustration.

“That’s so strange? Everyone in our department went to the meeting, right? Did you come back to find it gone?”

You nod. “Yes! Before I left, it was still there, and I remember locking the door before going to the meeting. When I came back, it was gone! Nowhere in my room either. Just vanished.”

Giselle hums and furrows her eyebrows. “Do you think someone from another department went into your unit while you were at the meeting to take it away?”

You cross your arms. “But how would that work? The other department works at a separate building and it would be really strange for someone to get access to this one just to steal my test subject. No other department is having the same project as we are.”

Giselle sighs as she places a hand on her hip. “I think you should go to Jungwon, then. Our project is due next week.”

You huff out an annoyed breath. “I know, but what am I even going to say to him? Actually, yeah, my test subject suddenly vanished from my unit even when the door was locked! Maki is going to be so pissed,” you say while rubbing the bridge of your nose soothingly.

Giselle rubs your shoulder reassuringly. “It sounds pathetic, I get it, but you have to let him know as soon as possible. Also, don’t worry about Maki. He’s all bark but no bite.”

With that in mind, you prepare yourself for a hefty lecture from your manager.

It didn’t turn out to be as bad as you originally thought. Jungwon kind of stared at you big-eyed for a couple of seconds before he could muster anything out of his mouth.

“Are you sure you kept your door locked?”

“Yes. Even if I didn’t, nobody would’ve been able to steal it considering we were all at the meeting.”

“Well, not everyone. Riki had to run some errands, so he couldn’t make it,” Jungwon says nonchalantly.

“What? Do you think he took my test subject, then?”

Jungwon shrugs. “He’s the trickster of our department. I wouldn’t be too surprised, however, please let me know if he’s the one who did it. I will talk to him about pranks like these,” he says before continuing to focus on his laptop.

“Alright, thank you,” you say as you make your way out of his office.

You’re going to kill Nishimura Riki.

You knock on Unit 110, which is Riki’s unit, and you wait for him to open the door. When he does, you see him wear protective glasses. “Y/N? May I help you?”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, listen, your little stunt scared me. Happy?”

In response, Riki’s expression contorts into confusion. “Pardon?”

You groan. “Riki, I know that you took my test subject while I was at the meeting. I need it back.”

“Y/N, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t even been present in this building until, like, ten minutes ago. I’m working with Sunoo,” he says as he points behind him, and fair enough, Kim Sunoo was concentrated on their test subject.

“But—you weren’t present at the meeting. Why were you not there?”

“I also work as an assistant for the other department, and I was completing some errands while the meeting was taking place. I promise you I did not try to steal your test subject as I’m overly stressed out with everything right now,” Riki says in an annoyed tone.

You attempt to peek your head inside to get a glimpse of your test subject but to no avail. You hold back the urge to burst out in tears in front of your colleagues.

“Okay, sorry to bother, then.”

As you head back to your unit, you are fumbling with the fabric of your coat, and you feel like you’re going to throw up. You can’t make any sense of this.

As you remember that your lovely panic-induced state decided to leave the door unlocked, you lazily open it to make contact with the one and only, test subject 0128.

You blink a few times.

There he was, on his stand, placed exactly how you left it. There was no change or single indication that he was ever gone.

What the fuck?

You close the door behind you and you walk up to him slowly, the anxiety and fear withering away. “You scared me, where did you go?”

Or maybe you just hallucinated the entire thing, Y/N. Great! High on the job! (all you took was Advil for the headache you had this morning)

You then decide to wrap your arms around 0128, and you pull his glass and metallic figure into a gentle embrace. You feel comforted even though he is not real. You ache for this kind of affection, and you’ve never felt more fulfilled than being beside your test subject.

And as you have your eyes closed and your head is hovering just a tiny bit over his chest, Sunghoon’s pupils move ever so slightly, down at you.

When you open them again, you notice a little crack on his thumb. “Oh, what happened? I told them that this stupid company has the wrong type of glass,” you mumble as you take out a pair of protective glasses and you begin to fix the small damage.

“Good as new!” You happily say as you look up at him again.

Was he always smiling?

You thankfully didn’t need to explain to Maki about the whole situation of 0128 suddenly disappearing (at least, you think so?), and as for Giselle, you laughed it off and just told her a silly made-up story about where it went.

You’ve also managed to just go along with whatever Maki was saying, as much of his words sounded kinda faraway and dreamy-like since you kept your attention mostly on your creation.

“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?”

“Huh! What? Yes.”

Maki rolls his eyes. “I’ve checked everything off the list, I’ve run it by Jungwon, and I’ve checked to see if Jongseong sent any suggestions our way in specifics to our test subject, so we have been completely cleared to submit it.”

“Sounds good,” you mutter with your palm resting under your chin.

“Now all we gotta do is just transport it to Unit 106. Should be easy enough,” he says as he stands up and walks behind 0128. “I’ll wheel it from here and you can make sure it doesn’t topple over at the front,” Maki instructs as he adjusts the handles of the stand and for the wheels to begin moving.

You’re tired of him, and everyone else referring to your love as an it. It keeps reminding you of what he is; an object. However, you shove those thoughts away.

Delusional is, in fact, your middle name.

As you two made it inside the unit, you saw some of the other test subjects lined up against the wall.

“Damn, now that I’m looking at it, what you made looks ten times better and more attractive than the rest of these,” Maki snorts.

“You’re weird,” you say as you help position 0128 right next to Giselle & Yuna’s piece.

“You’ve worked hard on it, though. I’ll give you that.”

You adjust a few more things on him before you hesitantly move away. Maki thinks for a little.

“You seem to really love that thing. And you’re calling me the weird one.”

You shoot him a glare. “It’s called being proud of your work, you would know too if you did anything,” you mumble under your breath before exiting out of the room.

And so the fun begins.

The following day was Presentation Day. All of the colleagues of your department, including yourself, enjoyed the viewing of everyone’s test subjects. Some had pointy hair, and others had longer hair that reached down to their waist. The entire time though, you remained your gaze on yours.

“Alright, everyone! Please take your seats as the presentations will start shortly. I ask that you welcome our Board of Executives, Park Jongseong, for being here today to commend you on your dedication to this project,” Jungwon proudly states, and everyone claps their hands. Jongseong bows in response.

“I’m very excited to see what you all have come up with. I can already tell that you’ve put in a tremendous amount of work and time, so I certainly appreciate it,” Jongseong says softly, an intrigued glint in his eye.

Everyone quieted down as partners began to showcase their test subjects, while both Jungwon and Jongseong kept jotting down notes on their laptops.

“Here is our lovely test subject, 01115,” Riki exclaims as he stands on one side and Sunoo on the other. “He is about five feet, nine inches tall, and we’ve decided to make his appearance seem more friendly like by allowing him to exude a small smile, rather than being strictly emotionless, like how AI usually is.”

After their showcase, everyone clapped. It was yours and Maki’s turn now.

Nervously strolling your creation to the center, you take a deep breath as you look at Maki to be the one presenting. You’re not good with words in front of a bunch of people staring at you, so you forced him to do it since you did the majority of the build.

“Here we have our test subject, 0128, who is about five feet, eleven inches tall, has a sharp nose, plump lips, thick eyebrows, and a very intimidating stare,” Maki jokes which gets the rest of the room to stifle a small laugh.

“He is made using a mixture of high quality silicon-like synthetic skin and aluminum material, as well as advanced electronic components such as sensors, actuators, resistors, capacitors, you name it,” Maki goes on to explain in further detail in regards to the AI, and honestly, you stand there trying to not end up staring at 0128 once again, because you’re going to daydream and then not pay attention.

A few minutes later, after Maki finishes his speech, a round of applause erupts from the audience, and you flash an awkward smile of appreciation.

“Wonderful job,” Jongseong says, and you give him a small bow and a quiet thank you before moving the test subject away, and then going back to your seat.

Once you do, you overhear a conversation in front of you by another colleague.

“Did you see the way that the eyes moved? I didn’t know they had those resources, otherwise, I would’ve totally used it.”

You blink. Did you hear that right?

Once the presentation event had concluded, you quickly went up to Maki.

“Hey, did you add something to our test subject? Like, microcontrollers or any type of processor to cause the eye movements?”

Maki looks at you with a confused look. “No, I haven’t. We don’t have those tools as of yet since Jungwon told us we would be able to play around with them for our next project. What eye movements are you talking about?”

You bite your lip anxiously. “I-I don’t know. I overheard them talk and they were complimenting on the eye movements of our AI, which I was not even aware of.”

Maki shakes his head and smiles in a you’re not making any sense type of way.

Park Jongseong and Yang Jungwon had both come up to the two of you. You immediately shake Jongseong’s hand and you thank him for, being here, you guess?

“I just wanted to tell you both once again how wonderful of a job you’ve done. The AI looks amazing, and I did not know that you were already ahead of the game by installing processors,” Jongseong compliments, and instead of filling you with warmth and gratitude, it sent shivers down your spine.

“Why, thank you,” Maki suddenly speaks up, as if he could tell that you’re shaken up. “We’ve both worked hard on it, however, this one truly outdid themselves with it,” he says as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

You laugh dryly.

“Well, keep up the great work!” Jongseong says before giving his farewells, but Jungwon stays.

“I never gave you guys the processors to use. How’d you access them?” He asks, and you feel like you’re going to explode in a million tiny pieces.

“Just had some lying around in my workplace. Thought it would be cool to use,” Maki lies, and Jungwon smiles.

“A nice addition, however just inform me next time before doing so.”

You both nod before going your separate ways and by the looks of it, you and Maki start to feel strange. It had to be a bit of a malfunction, right?

You keep telling yourself that.

As days go by, and as everyone moves on from the presentations, you seem to try and get back in the groove of things. You have no reason to talk to Maki since the project is done, but you feel like you’re going insane. You can’t tell if this is derived from fear or longing because you miss your AI, too.

As you work on whatever piece of scrap you have to get your mind off of your test subject, an alarm goes off inside the building.

“Everyone, get out!” Jungwon yells firmly into the speaker that each unit room has, and you bolt out of your seat immediately.

Is this some sort of fire drill? Jungwon wouldn’t normally tell you to get out, though. What if it was a real fire?

As you exit the building with everyone else, you stand there in utter and plain confusion.

“Do you think it’s a real fire?” Giselle asks you, and you shrug. “Not sure else why Jungwon sounded so frantic.”

It seems to be like twenty minutes have passed before Jungwon motions for everyone to come back inside the building. You give Giselle a puzzled look as you all follow him to a storage unit.

“What are we doing here?” A colleague by the name of Yeonjun asks, and Jungwon sighs nervously.

“As part of our team, I don’t mean to traumatize any of you, but I think it’s important to be completely transparent when I say that there’s a dead body inside of that storage room.”

What the hell did he just say?

You hear confused mutters and shocked gasps as you try to process what the fuck is happening right now.

“Jungwon, what?” Yuna asks in disbelief.

“If you want to see the scene, you can. Emergency services are on their way, but you don’t have to.”

“Why does anyone want to see it?” Another colleague asks.

“For the sake of all of you. This was a member of our department, and someone we’ve known dearly, and I think it’s important to recognize the dire situation we are in,” Jungwon explains, and as he opens the door wider, there is the lifeless body of Arata Maki, your partner, on the ground.

You refused to look at the sight for any longer, so you look away and nearly gag.

But what you also didn’t notice was that your own creation, test subject 0128, was propped inside, his exterior cover stained with splatters of blood, and somehow, a knife was in his robotic hand.

“Is this some kind of prank? A sick, twisted joke?” Someone exclaims inside of the unit that all of you are residing in. “Hey, Y/N, what’s your explanation for this? Your partner was lying dead on the ground with multiple stab wounds and I guess the perpetrator was the creation you made with him?”

You shake your head frantically. “I had nothing to do with that and I don’t know why for a split second you would think I did. I don’t know why the fucking robot had a knife in its hand, okay? Why should I know?” You snap.

“What if you’re the killer?”

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding.

“I’m not a killer are you crazy?! WHAT are you even talking about—“

“Enough. There’s no need for any of that,” Jungwon says coldly as he walks inside the room. “They’re currently investigating the scene. All of you should remain here since we are all considered suspects.”

“As if! I’m not a fucking suspect in this,” Changbin yells in frustration.

“I understand you all are probably scared, extremely confused, and you may even be angry, but this is how it’s gonna go,” Jungwon states firmly. “We need to deal with whatever comes our way. We will be just fine.”

However, it feels like the room is spinning around with no end as you’re not understanding why Maki is dead and who would do this.

Hours and hours pass as everyone is questioned individually in a separate room. Night falls and you’re about to fall asleep before you are requested for an interrogation.

“Hi,” you nervously say as you sit in one of the chairs in front of a police officer.

“Hello, this is not to scare or pressure you, however, I’d like to ask a few questions, if that is fine?”

You nod.

“What were you doing around three P.M. as of today?”

You rack your brain and you remember that you were working on some meaningless piece of work to get your head cleared up from the situation. “I was in my room, Unit 103, working on some pieces of equipment I had lying around. I had no other important tasks to focus on and it mainly served as a distraction from personal things,” you reply, and the officer nods as he jots some words down his notepad.

“No problem. Were you close with the victim, Arata Maki?”

“No, I was not. I only spoke to him due to him being my partner for one of our projects.”

He hums. “Do you have any sort of reason to possibly have wanted to harm Maki? Any prior arguments or disagreements that may have led up to pent-up frustration?”

You shake your head in utter disbelief. “No, and even if we had our fair share of disagreements, I’d never go as far to harm him in any shape or capacity.” You didn’t answer as honestly, and although he had acted like a bit of an asshole while working with him, you’ve never actually harbored any ill intent against him.

You interrupt. “Do you know who might have put the knife in the AI’s hand?”

The officer shakes his head. “That’s still being investigated.”

“Okay, thank you.”

A few days later, you attend Maki’s funeral. You’re not too sure what you feel for the man, but you are upset to a degree. He didn’t deserve to die. You’re just uncertain about what could’ve happened.

The building you reside in for all of your work had closed down and was only accessible to the police, so you and the rest of your colleagues were instructed to continue work in another building.

You had gotten accustomed to the new room you were placed in. They also let you have test subject 0128 in your possession again, and you had him stay in the corner.

Sometimes you’d go up to him, stare at him, and just really admire your work. You held his hand and you would tell him about your thoughts like he was your personal diary.

However, things have started to change for the worse.

While you were in your unit, writing down notes, an abrupt sound of something falling immediately caused you to snap your head towards the table behind you. It looked like a random piece of equipment had fallen from its position on the table, and you picked it up with an annoyed sigh before you continued with your note-taking.

As you managed to focus, not even a few minutes later, something else dropped. You angrily looked behind you to see that your test subject’s arms had disconnected from his body, and it lay there on the ground.

You shook your head before you walked up to him, inspecting his now detached robotic arm. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix you right back up,” you say sweetly as you focus on a new task, which is to attach his arm to his body again.

However, while working, you heard a knock on your unit door. “It’s open!” You shout, and Giselle pops her head in.

“Hey, sorry, I texted you but the signal here is pretty shitty. Jungwon needs you in A-5,” she says, and you hum.

“Tell him I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Got it,” she says before she closes the door. You smiled to yourself and began to work on the last pieces, screwing some bolts. “There you go!” You exclaim as you adjust a few more things before letting go of his arm.

What you did not anticipate was for the said arm to grip your wrist tightly. You quickly look at 0128’s face to see him staring directly at you, which he has not done before.

You screamed and tried to let go, but his grip was too strong. You felt his metallic fingers digging into your skin, and the pain was becoming unbearable.

As much as you screamed and fought to get it off of you, you were suddenly pushed harshly onto the tiled floor. You began to breathe heavily and you felt your heart beating inside your throat as you attempted to scoot backward.

In what you could only describe as a nightmare, your test subject moved around in a very animatronic fashion. His pupils moved left to right in a back-and-forth motion, twisting its neck slowly, and fixing himself to fully stand up from where it was placed.

You attempted to get up on your feet, but you had underestimated how quick he was, and with his robotic legs, he made his way toward your scared shitless figure.

“I’d thank you for the times you’ve fixed my body when it broke, but I am too annoyed at how you never refer to me by my actual name,” Sunghoon says, his voice appearing to be robotic but humane at the same time. His mouth moved ever so slightly, and his eyes kept darting around before he leaned his torso closer.

“You should’ve known it was Sunghoon. It was in the description of my package. I feel rather offended, honestly.”

You feel tears brimming in your eyes as you try to make sense of what you’re seeing and hearing.

“Are you going to hurt me?” You stutter foolishly, which makes him laugh.

“Hurt you? I’m going to kill you,” he says ever so monotone, and you feel yourself crumbling.

“Why? I love you!” You scream as if that is going to save you and change his mind.

He kneels before you, clicking his nonexistent tongue. “Did you really expect me to love you back? Artificial Intelligence does not experience human-like emotions like you,” he says, and if you knew better, it felt like he was comforting you with the way he spoke. “I do not feel anything at all, I simply cannot.”

He gets up again slowly as he twists his neck to look at the table. Your phone kept vibrating and was lighting up with multiple notifications.

While he was distracted, you used the opportunity to get up and run towards the door. You tried to twist the knob open, but he was a little too fast for your liking.

“Trying to escape me now? I thought you loved me,” he says mockingly, one of his hands wrapped around your neck. “That isn’t very nice of you, Y/N.”

Struggling to breathe, you let out raspy noises. “Please….just don’t kill me…I don’t wanna die…”

Sunghoon chuckles. A mean smirk appeared on his lips. “You pose too much of a threat, don’t you see? Why are you acting like you’re innocent?”

You blink rapidly. The sensation of his fingers gripping onto the skin of your throat becomes harsher, and you’re moments away from passing out.

He aggressively shakes your figure using his hand to strangle you. “Answer me. Why are you acting all innocent?”

You cough. “I don’t know what you’re…talking about..”

“Oh, is that so? Killing another colleague of yours is all fine to you, hm?”

“I didn’t kill anyone,” you mutter through clenched teeth.

“You did,” Sunghoon shoots back. His monotone, robotic voice pierces your ears. “You killed Maki, didn’t you? Acting as if you weren’t the one to prop me in the storage room, smudging his blood on me, and even placing the knife you slashed his neck with, in my hand. Do you also remember the time you dumped Heeseung’s body right in front of me, and I had to deal with his, wide-opened eyes, staring up at me? Thought you’d get away with it?”

You grip your hands onto his hand and you desperately fight to peel it off of your throat. He is too strong.

For months, Sunghoon had watched you kill people off, always keeping it a secret, and you’d stuff their bodies in your unit before you disposed of them. Sunghoon had been created a long time ago, but you’ve always kept him hidden in a closet. You took his pieces off, one by one, and pretended that this was a new test subject you’ve gotten your hands on. You’d piece him together again to make it look like this was your first time.

For months, Sunghoon had to witness the stabbings, the strangulations, the beatings, the poisonings, the cutting—he had to witness everything you did, and he couldn’t do anything at all. He told himself to play his part because, well, you did love him, and you stayed true to his word. He would never reveal himself because he was too afraid to be taken piece by piece again, thrown into a box, and sent out to become destroyed. Never reused.

You don’t like to reuse some equipment of your own, and nobody wants to set up and reuse pieces of a robot that served them no purpose. You were his purpose. You made him.

But he couldn’t do it any longer. You became so vile and so lost, so torn apart. You were not here any longer, and instead, you were replaced by something much more sinister. He waited for you to come back, but you never did.

Now, as he stands here, your life being played by him in front of his robotic pair of eyes, he felt much more relieved than he had ever been in a long, long time. He had control now. You were his puppet now, and he would make sure you wouldn’t hurt anyone ever again.

“I made you,” you spat while angrily attempting to free from his grasp, thrashing around and trying to kick him.

“Yes, you did, and honestly, I wish you hadn’t,” he said before he lifted you into the air, your throat squeezing and you were choking.

“No one will ever love you as much as I love you, and once…you do this, you will be….thrown away again….you’re NOTHING without me..” You raggedly breathe out, your gaze staring into his lifeless eyes.

“Would you stop hurting others if I had asked you to?” He asked, and he was hoping that you’d come to your senses, reassure him, and tell him that you would never kill anyone again.

All of that disappears the moment you mumble a simple, yet so venomous, no.

“I thought you had no emotions…why do you..care?” You ask, and this time, a dark smirk flashes on your face.

“I don’t know. I don’t know why I care,” Sunghoon says, his grip on your neck starting to lose strength, as he struggles internally. He doesn’t know why he cares for other humans when he is not one himself, and throughout his lifetime, he would have his parts thrown away and recycled. No human ever cared, except for you.

“Come on, get it over with. Kill me,” you say, and it makes it even harder for Sunghoon to go through with it.

While he became too focused on what to do, you took the opportunity to use one of your hands, and with all of your strength, you shoved him to the ground. He hits his head harshly, some screws and pieces of his head flying in all sorts of directions, and his pupils begin to move around uncontrollably.

His grip on you loosens, and you manage to pull yourself away from him, trying to get out. But with Sunghoon’s leg, he manages to make you trip over him, and you fall to the ground with a loud groan escaping your lips. He gets up and he straddles you before strangling you with both of his hands.

“I may not feel,” he starts, “but I know what you do is wrong, and I don’t want to be loved by someone who does wrong.”

You’re fading in and out of consciousness. With the last of your efforts, you use your foot to hit one of the legs of the table, making it shake enough to the point where a glass of water falls and comes into contact with Sunghoon’s body. Smoke forms and his movements begin to jerk and spasm, and he knows he’s done for.

Though, he will not let you win again.

“If I’m going down,” he says, “you’re coming down with me.”

At this point, you don’t even fight it anymore. You spurt out dry coughs and laughter as you allow Sunghoon to strangle you, and you look at him right before you feel yourself go numb.

“You do love me after all.”

As paramedics and officers stand around your unit room, carrying you into a body bag, Jungwon stares as they zip it up.

“I’m sorry,” an officer mutters, putting a hand on his shoulder for comfort. “We will try our absolute hardest to get you answers.”

All Jungwon could do was nod. The sight was all too much for him to process. You were a wonderful worker, a good friend, and an inspiring person to be around.

Test subject 0128 would know that was much farther than the truth.

[thezombieprostitute]

Bittersweet

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty's Sundae Bar:

🍧Cookie Dough: bakery au – cookie dough proves that a bit of baking can make anything better. Your characters now live in a bakery au, whether they work there, or come as customers, they can’t resist the sweet aura.

🍧Birthday Cake: secret admirer – it doesn’t have to be your birthday to have this flavour. And your secret admirer leaves you gifts every day, but just won’t give you the one thing you desperately want: their identity.

🥄Graham Crackers: flashback – a brief trip into the past reveals something important.

Warnings: Coercion, Stalking. Please let me know if I missed any!

There was a time when you really enjoyed going to work. Your bakery wasn't massively successful but it did well enough. The regulars kept you in business and you were able to attract the occasional crowd with seasonal recipes. You loved baking and you loved that you could try new things along with the tried and true. Even with the protection money you had to pay out, you were still able to turn a small profit.

As much as you hated it, you had to admit they did keep things relatively safe. The grocer across the street had gotten robbed and not only had the person been caught, the store owner received all of their money back with a bonus for the employee who'd been working the register. Store owners who get the runaround from their insurance companies just have to tell the right people to get the fixes and payouts they need. So while you hated having additional expenses, at least you knew it wasn't going to waste.

But then you started getting gifts delivered to you at the bakery. Practically every day, for the past few months, you've been getting gifts of all sorts. It was cute and fun at first. A charm bracelet with a bunch of baking based charms, a small bouquet of flowers. But the,n the gifts started getting more and more personal. A book that had been on your wishlist forever but you never told anyone about, a dress in your favorite colors that fit you perfectly. You started dreading stepping into the bakery.

The small box is on your desk and you take a breath to steady your nerves before opening it. Given the packaging it could be a book. Given the way the gifts have been going, it's likely a book of photos of you. You slowly unwrap the gift and you're proven partially correct. It's a framed drawing of you, asleep in your room. It's definitely your room. All the details are painfully correct. Someone was in your home watching you sleep.

As much as you want to drop everything and cry, there is work to be done. You've got bills and employees to pay. On top of that, it's time for the quarterly protection payment. Maybe you can ask the “agent” you regularly meet up with to keep an eye out for the secret admirer. You fill up the manila envelope with the payments and head to the kitchen to get things started.

The routine is comforting. Cookies, small cakes, pastries, you could probably make these in your sleep. It does help when your employees start trickling in and taking over some of the tasks. The shop is running like a well-oiled machine and you're able to forget about the unsettling drawing in your office.

A little before time to open, there's a knock at the front. You recognize the woman, Nat, as the one who collects the payments. You quickly run up and let her in. She seems especially chatty this morning.

“Hey, did you stop wearing that charm bracelet?”

“Oh, yeah,” you reply sadly. “It's actually something I was hoping to talk to you about.” As you step into the office you hand her the envelope with the payment before pointing to the picture. “My secret admirer has gotten more and more creepy, like a stalker. It's really scaring me.”

She looks at the drawing, “they're certainly talented.”

“Oh yes,” you agree quickly, “but that's not the point. That's my room. No one has been in my room for...long enough. There've been other gifts that feel way too personal for a stranger to know. Hell, even friends of mine wouldn't know!”

Tears start forming in your eyes and Nat quickly starts trying to soothe you. “We'll look into this,” she promises. “I'll have answers for you by the end of the week.”

You nod and thank her before she leaves and you get back to work, letting yourself get lost in the rhythm of the day.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You pause on your way to your car and turn towards the source of the voice. You recognize the man, Sam, as another “agent” like Nat. “Can I help you?”

“I've been asked to bring you to The Shield for dinner. We have some answers about your secret admirer.”

“Oh, what, um, what time?”

“Now,” he replies as he motions to his car.

“But I'm not dressed for The Shield. I'm covered in flour from work. I smell--”

“Now,” Sam repeats. His tone leaves no room for argument. Your hands shake as you put your keys in your purse and sit in the passenger seat of Sam's vehicle.

The Shield is a very high-end restaurant that's known to be a favorite of Barnes, the man in charge of the Protection for your neighborhood. You're not sure why he would need to see you in person. Did you overstep when you asked Nat for help? Do they need to start charging you more because of it? Can you afford the increase?

“You'll be okay,” Sam assures. “He just wants to talk to you over dinner.”

“I don't think I can afford the meal.”

He chuckles, “it's on us. He's making you come to dinner with him, the least he can do is pay for your meal.”

You nod your understanding. At least that's something you don't have to worry about.

At the restaurant, Sam leads you past the hostess and straight to, what you can only assume to be, a VIP area. Tables are set inside of nooks, some cordoned off by curtains to promote privacy.

One of the tables is occupied by two very different looking men. One of them is big and tall with long, brown hair and stubble. The other is smaller, with blond hair and looks...familiar. He looks up and smiles as he sees you and you're hit with a memory from over a decade ago.

You were working late shift at Waffle House. Not great, but it paid the bills your scholarship didn't cover. Culinary School was your ticket out of this town and you were going to give it everything you had. And, because of class schedules, the late night shift was your only real option.

On a slow night it was just you and another server managing the floor. Curtis, the cook, was out back for his smoke break. Your one patron came up to pay his bill. He was scrawny, blonde haired, blue eyed, and very polite. Unlike other late night patrons, he wasn't drunk and didn't try flirting with you. He spent most of his meal drawing in his notebook and you noted he was very skilled. He smiled shyly and thanked you.

He went to the till to pay but went pale when his card was declined. “I...I knew I was cutting it close but...I'm so sorry! Let me try to find some cash or something!” He starts frantically pulling out his pockets.

“It's okay, I've got you,” you assure him. “It was just eggs and toast.”

“I don't want your pity,” he mumbles. “I swear I can pay.”

“It's not pity, it's kindness,” you retort. “You were a very nice customer, very respectful. Not used to that this time of night. You even let me look at your artwork. So let me thank you for being nice by being nice in return.”

His cheeks are pink with embarrassment but he steadies himself, “I...I promise I'll pay you back.”

“I'm not worried about it.”

And now that same scrawny, blonde haired, blue eyed man was gesturing for you to sit next to him at the most high-priced restaurant in the city.

“I know it's been a while,” he states calmly. “So I'll understand if you don't recognize me.”

“Eggs and toast,” you whisper, making him smile.

“I still owe you for that meal. And with interest and economic inflation, I think you could order whatever you want from this place and I'll still owe you.” His companion, the big, brown haired man chuckles. “Please, have a seat. We've got some catching up to do.”

You sit down, still feeling in a bit of shock. “What...what are you doing here?”

“Me and Bucky,” he gestures to the brunette, “run this town. We're the ones you've been paying the protection money to.”

“You're Mr. Barnes?”

“That would be me, Doll,” Bucky speaks up. “I have the more intimidating presence people expect, complete with the skills to back that up. Steve here is the brains. The devious bastard figured out how to completely run out the other rackets, making us the only game in town.”

A sudden thought hits you. You look at Steve, “those gifts I've been receiving?”

“Those were me, Angel,” he smiles. “I figured you'd appreciate a glimpse at the nice things I can give you.”

“You...you broke into my apartment...”

“I own the building so it wasn't a break in,” he calmly tells you. “I have my own key.”

You freeze up. How many times has this stranger been in your apartment? How many times did he watch you sleep? And how much power does he have that he can openly admit these things to you without fear of repercussion?

“I warned him that the drawing was a step too far,” Bucky interrupted your thoughts. “But he insisted you'd be flattered.”

“Then we got Nat's report from you,” Steve frowned. “I really didn't think it would scare you.”

“You didn't think it would scare me to have someone draw me in my sleep? Without my knowing?!” You get out of your chair and try to back away. “You've been stalking me. Invading my privacy! I never consented to any of this!”

You try to turn and walk away but you're stopped by Sam. “I promise you,” he warns, “if you leave you will regret it.”

Confused you turn back to Steve and Bucky who are out of their own seats and stalking towards you, looking angry.

“I want to be nice,” Steve tells you. “But I'm sure you can guess, I don't have to be. Neither do my friends. Now please,” he holds out a hand to you. “Please come sit, and have dinner with me.”

You want to run. You want to scream. But this man owns your business. He owns your home. If you try to get away, where could you go? You've invested everything into your bakery and have no savings. You have nowhere else you can live. He owns everything you hold dear.

You take his hand, “I'm...I'm sorry, Steve. It's a lot to take in.”

He smiles while Bucky and Sam relax. “It's okay, Angel,” he covers your hand with his. “We've got all the time to figure this out.”

Partially inspired by @theinheriteddutchess; Tagging @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @fluxxdog; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[maxphilippa]

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character analysis masterpost

( Tags that I use and their meaning. )

#maxposteo :: your daily dose of Max's facts or thoughts.

#postmaxxing :: shitpost/nonserious posts/it's not that deep posts.

#max does art :: full rendered/colored art, fics, edits, or others.

#max's raw art :: wips/unfinished artwork.

#max explains the ii gkgg au :: if you're interesed about the ii gkgg au, you can find some extra lore/fun shenanigans on the asks I answer! You can drop an ask there too!

#ii fandom neg: this tag is not exclusive (meaning that you can use it as well), but i basically rant about the ii fandom's stupidity and lack of media literacy.

Masterpost list! (Designs/Gijinkas and such!)

Can I use these designs?

- You can! But if you do, please do not change the headcanons that are on them! And don't use them to draw T4c0mic, S0apmic, Kn1fan or you know, anything shitty.

Can I get inspired off your designs?

- YES YOU CAN!!!

Can I draw them?

- Yes!

Note: Some designs need a rework and others are outdated. I'll be adding the edits on the list as well. A new masterpost will be made once I am happy with the designs.

( Inanimate Insanity. )

1. Mephone4, Co-hosts, Support Characters + Meeple HQ (Inanimate Insanity) [OUTDATED]

2. MADE A SHOW AND IT'S NAME IS INANIMATE INSANITY... it's very catchy!!! (Gijinkas of the FULL II cast) [OUTDATED]

3. My objectsona's ref! <- (Heart Locket) || My objectsona's ref! <- (Roots) || My ponysona's ref! <- (Stellar Astromane) || My Micsona's ref! || (more will be added)

4. Bot, Lifering, Soap, Box & Dough gijinka edits!

5. Post S2 Microphone design! (Outdated! Check point 20!)

6. S2/ Post S2 Trophy redesign!

7. Lightbulb Gijinka Redesign!

8. OJ and Knife redesigns/updated ref.

9. The Floor (redesign) and Walkie Talkie Gijinka design!

10. Test Tube gijinka redesign!

11. Post II Knife gijinka design!

12. Clover gijinka redesign!

13. Silver Spoon gijinka redesign!

14. Fan gijinka redesign!

15. Bomb gijinka redesign!

16. Apple gijinka redesign!

17. Mephone4 post ii gijinka design!

18. Baseball, Suitcase, Salt, Pepper, Balloon, Paintbrush and Pickle gijinka redesigns!

19. Yinyang gijinka redesign!

20. Microphone Gijinka Post S2 design!

(Other Object Shows)

1. IPad Gijinka (Object Invasion)

2. Kit & Pilly & Limey (BURNER), Moonlight & Nori & Skull (TDOS), Bubble & Snowball (BFDI/BFB/TPOT) [yes. all in one.]

(Other stuff)

1. II GKGG AU swap list

- more will be added once posted.

[stealing-the-smp]

Intro post

Hello! Have you ever been nostalgic for the dsmp but like 95% of the creators are now people who are definitely going to hell if hell exists?

Well I have my solution I’m remaking the characters and plots into ocs and a interesting storyline! And maybe your solution can be joining me?

Heck feel free to drop headcanons in my ask box and draw fanart and make ocs and other things!

Just please do not hate this is a form of comforting a old special interest I had as a diagnosed autistic person and reverting it to something new

I hope you enjoy this process and project as much as me!!!

Ooooo you’ll also see new characters!!!!! Given I may add some new buds to the mix!

Character list

Species List

Ao3

[shookie-y]

Wisteria Blooms (3)

Pairing: Giyuu X Reader/ Tanjiro X Reader

Desc: (Y/n) is Giyuu's Tsuguko. Ubuyashiki appointed him to train her a year after he met Tanjiro. (Y/n) has had strong feelings for the water pillar for a few months. During a mission with Giyuu she runs into the two Kamado siblings. For Tanjiro it was love at first sight. What happens when (Y/n) has to fight her feelings for not only the two slayers but also keep up with the fight against the demons?

A/N: All of the characters are slightly aged up or down to make this story work. Tanjiro will be 18 and Giyuu will be 20. (Y/n) will be 19. If anyone has any questions about the other characters ages feel free to ask.

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The woods around you are quiet. There is a small breeze blowing through the trees. Your hair is moving slightly from the wind. Your leg doesn't hurt as much anymore. Shinobu had stitched it up when you dropped Kanao off. You couldn't stay long because you needed to get back to Giyuu... well his estate. The walk isn't long but it's taking you longer than normal due to your exhaustion. After what feels like forever, you finally see the doors to Giyuu's estate.

You smile and walk faster to the front door. "Tomioka-san? I'm back." You make your way through the building, looking for any sign of the man.

There seems to be no sign of him.

Well you think that until you hear a door sliding open behind you. "Tomioka-san! I was wondering where you went off to." You turn around with a big smile. Your gaze lands on Giyuu, who is standing there in shock. having just come from the bath. You look him up and down. The only thing he's wearing is a towel around his waist. You freeze and stare at Giyuu's bare chest. Water was still dripping down his abs.

"Oh... you're back." The nonchalant tone startles you and you quickly cover your face, your cheeks burning from embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to stare! I should go rest!" You quickly turn around and rush off to your room. You quickly shove your door open and collapse on your bed. "I can't believe I just did that." You groan and shove your pillow over your head.

I didn't even try to hide the fact that I was checking him out. What is wrong with me? I'm his Tsuguko for goodness sake.

Not a second later you pass out.

Thirteen days pass as you're waiting for your sword and uniform to arrive. You've been avoiding Giyuu since the day you arrived back. It wasn't hard to do since he was usually on a mission or doing Hashira stuff. He is here today though.

You are currently sitting outside on the steps. You're just enjoying the breeze when a sound catches your attention.

Kting, kting, kting

You look up and see a person walking towards you. They're wearing a a sunflower patterned haori and a Hyottoko mask. They also have a hat which appears to have windchimes all around it. That's probably what is making the noise.

"Hello?" You tilt your head in confusion and stare up at the mysterious person.

"I am called Haganezuka. I am he who forged (Y/n) (L/n)'s katana." A deep voice comes from behind the mask.

"I am (Y/n). Would you like to come inside?" I motion to the front door. "I can make tea or something."

Instead of answering your question, he kneels down on the ground and starts opening a box.

That box must contain my katana.

"Oh, please co-"

"This is a nichirin sword. I forged this blade. The iron sand and ore that are the materials for a nichirin sword are gathered at the mountain closest to the sun. Scarlet iron sand and scarlet ore both absorb light. The sun shines all year on mount yoko. It is never cloudy and rain never falls."

The door opens behind you and Haganezuka shoots his head up.

"Your sword is here." Giyuu is staring down at the both of you. "Please come inside." He turns and walks back inside.

Haganezuka and you pick up his stuff and carry it inside. You all kneel down around some tea Giyuu had set out. "Draw your sword, (Y/n)."

You nod at Giyuu and pick up the katana carefully. The sheath is a light blue with tiny white snowflakes hand painted on. "It's beautiful. Thank you." You smile and bow at Haganezuka.

"Yeah yeah..." He huffs and crosses his arms. "Nichirin swords are also called color-changing katana. Their color changes depending on who is holding them.

You slowly pull out the katana and hold it up. It takes a few seconds before the blade starts to turn white. You gasp and stare at the sword in amazement. You go to say something but are cut off.

Your crow flies down to the window. "Kaw! Kaw! (Y/n) (L/n)! You must head for a town east. This is your first job as a demon slayer!" The three of you listen to the crow speak. "Children are going missing every night from their beds!"

Children going missing?

[buckets-and-trees]

Buck's Eleven

Title: Buck's Eleven Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Bucky and Steve with mentions of Bucky x ex!wife Reader Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Going into a job this big, you have to take the house or know the house will hunt you down and swallow you into its belly. Vegas is unforgiving. Good thing they're the best at what they do.

Content/Concept Warnings: Thief/Con Artist AU, smoking, 1960s elements, references to sexual acts

Notes: CONQUERING FOUR EVENTS/CHALLENGES, which is my crowning moment this summer:

@buckybarnesevents WEEK FIVE of Hot Bucky Summer: "When I First Met You..."

Sixth square of @buckybarnesbingo U4: "AU: Historical"Playing Games"

Featuring Lemonade and a Road trip for @the-slumberparty's June Challenge

AND MY FOURTH AND FINAL SQUARE for Connect4 Alternate June-iverse: C4 "Thief/Con Artist" (and including an Alpine sighting so I can collect my TOE BEANS)

This is an MCU homage to Ocean's Eleven drawing direct inspiration from the 1960 and 2001 films. The 2001 has been one of my favorite heist movies since it came out, and I had never seen the 1960s original until this week, but once I started watching it, my jaw dropped with excitement over how ripe it was to adapt for a Bucky (and Steve) AU because in the original, it's 15 years after WWII and the crew is a reassembled group of guys who were in the army together!

I borrowed some dialogue beats directly from the 2001 film, and those are in bold italics.

Story graphic by me, story dividers by @firefly-graphics, reblog graphic by @vase-of-lilies

Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Bucky takes a seat in the chair across from the penitentiary’s release board and settles his hands casually in his lap.

The man in the center taps his cigarette in the ash tray before returning it to his lips. “Please state your name for the record.”

“James Buchanan Barnes.”

“Thank you. Mr. Barnes, you’re meeting with this board today to answer a few questions so we can determine whether or not you intend to break the law again.”

Bucky nods. Contrition. Congeniality. A touch of charisma, but nothing too memorable. That’s what he must serve up.

“This is your first conviction, but you have been implicated in a long list of other cases for confidence schemes and frauds. Is this a fair and accurate record?”

Bucky glances at the doll off to the side at a small table of her own, clicking away impressively at a typewriter.

“I expect your records to be nothing but accurate, though – as you said – I’ve been implicated but never charged.”

“Mr. Barnes, what we’re trying to find out is: was there a reason you committed this crime, or was there simply a reason you got caught this time?”

“My wife left me. I was upset. I fell into a self-destructive pattern.”

Exactly what he knows they would like to hear.

“If released, is it likely you would fall into a similar pattern?”

Bucky cocks his head almost imperceptibly. “She already left me once; I don’t think she’d do it again just for kicks.”

“Fellas, you know I’d do almost anything for ya, but not… not this,” Banner looks between them, rubbing the back of his neck.

Steve smiles warmly, the smile he knows tricks his friends and his marks into whatever he needs. “Why waste all the little tricks that the army taught us just because it’s sort of peaceful now?”

The din of the night club around them – games of cards, dames performing on stage, drinks being served up all around – gives them all the privacy they need to hold a sensitive conversation around the table, just the three of them.

“We’re trained men,” Bucky adds.

“I know. I know you are, and we always did good work.”

“Better with you on the crew, you keep us careful.”

“You remember a little operation called Stacks back on the Sokovian front?” Steve asks.

“Do I! Eleven of us in and out under the cloaking of the trees at night with more Axis piles of cash than was decent for either side to have stockpiled away.”

“We should have buried it,” Bucky says.

“Speaking of money, you’re going to need an enormous amount of backing to pull this off in Vegas. The city’s not a sleepy little town tucked away near the mountains and off the grid of the main occupation, it’s got a million neon lights glowing on it every night.”

“Fury, easy.”

“None of us are gonna be as easy as you think. You’ll need the best electrician around, and Tony’s out.”

“Got religion?” Bucky asks.

“Naw, he and Pepper have got a kid now.”

Bucky looks to Steve, but he seems unconcerned. “Morgan – she’s cute.” Steve looks back to Banner. “I think he’ll do it.”

Banner shakes his head, but grins. “Pepper’s already unhappy he’s back in the game on the fluffy jobs, but if you think you can convince him… You get Fury and you get Tony, I’ll play ball with you.”

“You can’t do it. It’s impossible. I made it impossible. I invented casino security. When I first met you boys, you were bright young cocky upstarts. Now you’re bright and cocky – and just lucky that most of the time you’re not too cocky. Now I like you boys, but it can’t be done.”

“You know what? You’re probably right.”

“Eyes were too big for our stomachs.”

“You would know better than anyone.”

“Sure, sure. I just don’t want to see you boys behind bars, especially since you’re fresh out, Barnes.”

“Well, we appreciate the lemonade all the same,” Steve says, setting down his now empty glass.

“It’s hand pressed every morning down at the river market.”

“And thank you for taking care of Alpine while I was away,” Bucky scratches the the head of his white cat, who hasn’t stopped purring since being reunited. He scoops her up to his chest, and he and Steve stand to leave.

“It was good to see you, Nick,” Steve says.

“Give Maria your addresses on the way out, she’s got me a good source on Cuban cigars, I’ll send each of you a box.”

Bucky nods. “That’s sure nice of you.”

They turn and start to walk across the terrace toward the patio doors.

Fury looks after them. He sighs. “Tell me the marks.”

They slowly turn back, appearing to casually answer, but knowing this will bring him in.

“The… Sahara–“

“–Sahara, the Riviera, and the Dunes,” Bucky finishes.

“Hold on.” Fury stands. “Those are Pierce’s places. What do you two got against Pierce?”

“Pierce is the king on top of the mountain right now, nothing more than that.”

“I still owe him for how he got me with Project Insight,” Steve adds, “but I could get him back some other way. The golden opportunity to knock over his casinos on the fight night of the year, Thor vs. Starlord in a few weeks? That’s just destiny giving me the gift to make it sweeter that it’ll be his money.”

“And, Rogers, you’re okay with this knowing full well who the dame rumored to be attached to his son’s arm?”

“Yep,” Steve says without hesitation. “It’s not about her. Pierce is the king on the top of the mountain right now, we just want to topple him over. I still owe him for Project Insight. Besides, Buck’s not stupid enough to make this about a dame who divorced him, and like you said it’s only a rumor that she’s his doll.”

Fury turns his stare to Bucky. He shrugs. “She’s made it pretty clear with the divorce papers.”

He studies him for a moment, then seems satisfied.

“And you’re just going to go on your little road trip across the country recruiting your team?”

“Who doesn’t love a summer road trip?” Bucky asks, a full grin on his face.

“Sam’s already in Sin City, picked out a nice house for us to set up and lay low in Henderson.”

“Henderson’s nice and sleepy. Banner will be there by the end of the week, and we just came from seeing Tony.”

“You should swing through Salt Lake City, look in on the Maximov Twins, they’re pulling off some impressive stuff among the locals there.”

“I’ll put them on the list.”

Steve leans up against the side of the convertible while Bucky starts to pump the gas.

“Sam’s not eager about the kid.”

“I know he’s not,” Bucky smirks. “But he’s our grease man. There’s a reason they’re calling him the Spider Boy Wonder now. Besides, he was a kid before I went in, it’s been four years, he’s not a kid anymore.”

“He’s impressive.”

Steve lets silence fall for a beat.

“Tell me it’s not about her. Tell me you are not stupid enough to make this about her.”

Frankly Bucky is shocked and impressed that it took Steve thirty minutes to press him about you now that he knows.

“It’s not about her, it’s about five million cool a piece.”

Steve looks dubious. “Because when we say ‘till the end of the line…’”

“It’s not about her, she just happens to be there, but I’m not ignoring that fact – we’re just going to use it to our advantage because she’ll be a blind spot for him.”

“Because she was a blind spot for you?”

“No, she was never that.” She was fireworks, electricity, what kept him sharp when he was on his game, before he got caught and sulked behind bars.

Steve sighs and his face softens. “I know. Just promise me we don’t do anything stupid.”

"No, nothing stupid. Too much riding on this. Heist of our lives."

As they pulled out onto the street, car aimed for the interstate, Bucky wouldn't spend the duration of the road trip thinking about you, but you would cross his mind frequently, as you always had.

With the miles ahead of them, the memories of you could distract him in peace. Thoughts of when he first met you. Thoughts of sneaking into rooftop parties and pools at places like Fury’s like you two had done when you were both too broke to get in any other way. Thoughts of his hand disappearing under your skirt and up to tease the delicious heat between your thighs. Thoughts of your head falling back and exposing your throat to him. Thoughts of your head falling forward to rest against his. Thoughts of you gasping beneath him as he thrust inside you. Thoughts of you wrapped up in his arms, leaning against his chest as you watched the sun set on your little balcony of that third-floor apartment in the city. Thoughts of the soft mornings and late nights in the bed you had shared together until you didn’t. Thoughts he fights both to hold onto and forget.

But you were unforgettable. You were his. You had to be his again. He's waited for just the right angle to set you in his sights again, and he knows he can get you as sure as he knows they will walk away with over fifty million and without a trace.

Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

[jensensfanfic]

hi! if you're still taking daniel requests, could you write something where he and the reader are in their early-mid 20s and find out they're gonna be parents? maybe the reader gets the news at the doctor's office and surprises daniel when he gets home from work? wholesome domestic scenarios my beloved <3 thanks you!!!

LITTLE BEAN

pairing: daniel larusso x fem!reader

warnings: set in the present, daniel/reader are mid 20s but want kids, pregnancy, little mentions of anxiety - but it's just reader being nervous. not edited - i finished it mid work shift 😶

a/n: can we pretend he's mid 20s in that gif, please, despite the fact he doesn't age and looks so young lol. i don't write pregnancy fics often, so i it hope this is okay. i'm also worried i didn't stay true to his character... but again, i hope it's okay for you!!

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The journey home from the doctor's office feels like a lifetime. Every second seems to tick by at a snails pace. The usual bus ride home only takes around 20 minutes, and today is no different. There's not much traffic, and more than half of the seats are empty, but somehow, time moves so much slower.

You pull out your phone to check for any new messages and hope to see one from Daniel, but there's nothing yet. You assume this means he's working a little later. For a moment, this bothers you... until you get an idea. You'd wanted Daniel to be at home for the surprise at first, but this way, maybe you would have time to set up something special.

You type a quick text to Daniel, asking him how long he'll be. He responds quickly, and you figure out you have just under an hour to pull together what you can.

You get off the bus one stop before home, and head into your local supermarket. At the back of the store is a bakery, where you ask for a pre-baked cake to be decorated with two simple words. The friendly woman behind the counter pipes the words in pink and blue frosting and takes only ten minutes or so to finish it. You thank her as she hands over the box with a smile on her face and congratulates you.

Next, you pick up a pack of sharpies and some balloons from the party aisle that are the same colours as the frosting on your cake. Then you head to the section you'll no doubt be frequenting over the next few months... nay, years. You try to be quick, but the shelves of cute stuffed animals leave you spoiled for choice and very indecisive. You question if you even need one, but before you can walk away, you spot the perfect option.

You pick up the soft little toy sheep, giggling, then run your fingers over the material of the gi it wears. "Perfect."

Honesty, if you'd seen the little guy before, you'd have bought it ages ago.

After paying for everything, you head for your apartment, with enough time to spare to sort everything out.

You tie some of the pink and blue balloons together and put them in the living room, next to the coffee table where you've set the cake. With the sharpies, you draw and write cute little messages on them. You lay two plates, two forks, and two napkins next to it, along with a knife. Then, you decide to put on one of your favourite outfits. One you'd usually wear on a date night, something that would definitely make Daniel curious when he came home to see it.

You take a deep breath and take out one last thing from the pocket of the coat you'd hung up by the front door. You gaze at the image in wonder while your free hand smooths over your stomach.

You move to go and find somewhere to put it, but then there's the sound of keys jingling and the opening of the front door. You move your hands behind your back and watch as Daniel enters your home, a frown already forming on his face.

"Oh. Hey, babe. Are you off somewhere?" He kicks off his shoes and shuts the door behind him, opening his arms for a hug. You wrap your arms around him, peck his lips, and then step back, careful not to drop or reveal the gift. "Is it date night? Oh, god, did I forget?"

"Uh, no. No, but I do have a surprise for you."

"Aw, thank you babe. Can I sit first?" You stop him with a hand on his chest when he looks towards the living room. He looks down at your hand and cocks his head like a curious puppy. "Uh..."

You chuckle nervously. "Ha. Sorry, but not just yet. Here. I bought you something."

Swiftly, you bring the toy from behind your bag and hold it between you, wiggling the sheep's little legs and smiling. Daniel's eyes light up at the simple, yet meaningful gift. He grins and laughs. "Oh, my God. A karate sheep? That's amazing!"

He takes if gratefully, inspecting the little patch on the gi. "Hm. Maybe Mr Miyagi can sew a mini bonsai patch for it. This flower patch is cute and all but this little guy has to be a Miyagi-Do student."

You snort and chuckle at him, thrilled that he likes his first surprise, but then your mind immediately switches to the second. The subject of your other gift is something you've both talked about for about a year now. Both of you want it, but it doesn't halt the anxiety that sits heavy in your chest. There is always the chance that Daniel may have changed his mind.

"Hey, babe?" You take a deep breath and reach up to cup his jaw, bringing his attention back to you. He sets the toy sheep on top of the shelf by the front door and brings his hands down to your waist, running circles there with his thumbs. "I have something else for you."

"Why do you seem so nervous? Whatever it is, I'll love it. You know I will."

"Come on." One final blow of air, and you take his hand, turning around and leading him to the room where the balloons and cake are waiting. "So..."

Daniel's mouth falls open. He glances between each balloon, reading the drawn-on letters that say things like, 'oh, baby', 'hey, daddy'. On some of them, you'd drawn little baby faces that look similar to the emoji.

He doesn't say a word yet, but you no longer feel that worry as he smiles, then laughs, then goes silent once more. He slowly sits down on the sofa and stares at the cake for a few moments. In blue and pink, the frosting reads, "WE'RE PREGNANT".

"Is this... are you... I mean, are you messing with me?" Daniel shoots up again, rounding the sofa to see you. "Please, this isn't a joke, is it?"

"No!" You snicker, then look up into his eyes. Your own eyes are full of promise, excitement, and... starting to water. "I wouldn't do that, I swear. Look, I have a picture."

"You have a picture already? Let me see." He makes grabby hands and you reveal your still-hidden hand from behind your back. "Oh..."

"The doctor said I'm 4 or 5 weeks." Tears start to fall from your eyes and you decide to take a seat on the sofa, your stomach filling with butterflies and your knees starting to feel weak at the way Daniel is looking at you.

"He looks like a little bean."

"'He'?" He joins you on the sofa, placing the photo down on the table. "You think it's a boy?"

"I have a feeling."

"This soon?" You laugh, dabbing at the corners of your eyes with gentle fingertips.

"Yep, but either way, I'm gonna be the best Daddy for the little bean, I promise." His eyes flicker to your stomach and he splays a hand out on your skin. "Hear that, bean? I love you so much. Your Mum, too. And I can't wait to meet you."

"Danny..." You fully burst into happy sobs and fling your arms around him. You giggle and repeatedly kiss the back of his neck. "I can't believe I thought for a second you wouldn't be happy about this."

"Of course I am, sweetheart." You feel the movement when he chuckles. "We didn't try to have a baby to... not have a baby."

"I still thought maybe–"

"Shh." He leans into the crook of you neck. "No, no, no. I'm so happy, baby. I can't wait to start this family with you." He kisses you back a couple of times before pulling away slightly. "Can we eat some cake now, it looks delicious."

You nod and he releases you, but keeps a hold of one of your hands. As he cuts a piece of cake for you, he lifts his brows and says, "You know what else? I can't wait to see our child lifting that All Valley trophy."

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[askbrahmsheelshire]

Come here... Ask me anything.

|| Hiya! It's @paletigers !! For my 300 follower present I made a Brahms Heelshire ask blog! Feel free to drop any asks in the box and I'll respond in character with either text or a drawing! I'll be posting expression memes and such for some more fun later on as the blog grows! Here's what I'm cool with: -18+ Asks / Requests / Writings - Brahms x Reader writing dabble requests -Alternate Universe asks (please specifiy and I'll do my best!) -Brahms being serious, silly, cute, evil, etc! -Introspective Asks (regarding canon or trans!brahms au backstory) -Kink Related Asks (Check my CW for kinks I'm willing to write/draw! https://nsfwpaletigers.carrd.co/ ) I'm not cool with: -Inc3st/P3dophilia Related Asks -Extreme Fetish related material -Asks regarding artist's personal life, etc etc etc I'm excited to start drawing and responding!! :D

[lyrikourai]

Requests Open!

Woo! So, I want to try a thing since the hyperfixation is going strong and ideas running low, you give me a hermitcraft or life series member and I will draw them >:3

That’s it, just go to the ask box and drop some requests, they can be AUs, crossovers, multiple characters, anything! You can specify as much or as little as you want! Any expression? Specific color palette? A drawing of a duo? Or a trio perhaps? Of a certain HC season? Or Life Series? Your wishes are my command, I just want to draw some block people please, just click on the letter icon on the left next to home or in the ask page and drop your suggestions <3

[splatzer9]

Fandoms that i am currently in (+ Au that i am crazy for and bondaries of the ask box)

And there's a lot..

• = on Netflix / • = scopophobia / • = stalking (yandere stuff and gore..)

• Welcome Home (WH)

• My Friendly Neighborhoud (MFN)

• Don't Hug Me I'm Scared (DHMIS)

• Helluva Boss (HB)

• Hazbin Hotel (HH/apparently one of the main characters of the series is going to die (the creator says it herself))

• Splatoon (waiting for the dlc to drop!)

• Five Nights At Freddy's (FNAF)

•• Your Boyfriend (it's a game that's on PC, and frankly it's... a little too much- but I love the game)

• The Octonauts

• My Little Pony (MLP/gay ponies)

• Undertale (You can flirt with Papyrus in the game)

(i will update this if I leave or join a fandom)

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Welcome Home AUs that i'm crazy for

• = i made some of my ocs in it / • = love to know more about the lore

•• Mob AU (by Clownsuu)

• Nightstuck AU (by bunnyspine)

• Lepidoptera AU (by bitchboyjohn)

•• Adventure AU (by Flextapepoptart3 on Tiktok)

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1) Please don't ask me to donate for any stuff like for your healt or/and sanity, i can't and it makes me really uncomfortable. (Just don't ask me to donate for anything)

2) Don't ask me if i can/do draw nsfw because i don't and won't

3) Don't send me links/ads

[bunningchaos]

［*.... You hear a commotion of some sort.］

［*Out of sheer curiosity... You decided to ask.］

↼Nil • Next⇀

［*Would you like to partake?］

［More information down below if so.］

Kindly don't repost, trace or claim these characters + comic as yours. Thank you.

Every single characters here, belongs to me (BunningChaos)

Important : This will begin at 5th of December as I need time to finalize the Christmas outfits of every Safe Haven characters.

Alongside needing additional time to draw out the few starting panels(comic?).

Hihi, thanks for your interest so far!

(No I'm not dropping the main Asks for Safe Haven, but I do plan on focusing more on Christmas related stuff for the month of December.. or just pure tomfoolery in regards to the characters.)

Without further ado, this is basically going to be what I'd call a 'Interactive Event' primarily revolving around the Safe Haven's residences and their preparation to set up for Christmas.

You can simply ask them questions like usual! Orrr.... Even better!

Indulge them with shenanigans, or assist them with their preparations! The choice is yours to make, or should I say... Your character's choice.

To explain further, participation is pretty simple! Just drop off a Ask or a Reply under this post, with your character's name and preferably, a link to their reference sheet or a image of them.

..Oh and also, unless they already have a pre-designed Christmas outfit, or if it is mentioned what it is preferred to be. I'll be putting them in simple possibly ridiculous Christmas sweaters

Unless you'd want to make some sort of drawing/post with them entering in a dramatic manner or however they wish to. Otherwise most, and if not all guests will be showing up by the door or something like that

Oh, of course. This isn't limited to just OC's, it's possible to drop in pre-existing characters! An example would be Passive Nightmare and Dream, but in this case. Anyone can control those characters, via Asks or in the Replies.

...Though I'm not exactly sure how this would end up, This IS my first time doing these kind of things.

There's two ways this can go!

1) Like mentioned with the pre-existing characters, the creator's of specific character that drops their own creation in, can control their character to do as they please! Via the usage of the Ask box or by the handy replies of each post

Please don't burn down the entire house though

2) ..Unlikely? I'm not sure, someone else is to possibly do a 'response/reaction' drawing or post. Then I follow up on it afterwards.

Of course, again, I wouldn't know how this will turn out. But it could be fun so I decided to include it

[twotangledsisters]

Anybody have Hazbin Hotel Sketch requests??

I am still struggling to draw these none-human characters, but there's nothing like some sketching to figure things out (that's what I was trying with this sketch dump)!

So drop any suggestions for Hazbin Hotel sketches in my ask box! :D

I am trying to full the wait with art.

Obvious but: no promises I will draw it, I'm pretty slow even at sketching so be patient, cause I'm getting used to these characters don't expect very consistent quality and nothing toooo weird please!

[lovebugs-and-snakecharmers]

LBSC Sprint Challenge April 2024

The LBSC Sprint Challenge is now open for writers and artists! The prompts are:

1. "Guess what I just did?" 2. “I knew she was the one when she tried to flirt and ended up breaking my nose.” 3. When Luka's new single drops a few days ahead of Jagged's, for one shining moment he was #1 on the charts while Jagged was #20, and Luka will never let him live it down. 4. Hawkmoth is standing right there & you can't transform. What's a desperate superhero to do? 5. "I wish I had princess energy instead of feral gremlin energy but here we are." 6. Wildcard - pick any previous challenge prompt, or play LBSC Smooch Roulette to generate a prompt!

You have until Wednesday, May 1 to complete your 3 15-minute sprints/45 minute art sprint and post the results. Once you’ve completed the sprints, you have 24 hours to edit (which can include some new writing to smooth transitions and make it feel complete, and whatever work you feel appropriate to get your art to a state you consider ‘finished’).

Please note you may sprint in the language of your choice, and you can either translate the final fic before posting, post it in the original language, or both as you choose. You can join us on the LBSC discord or sprint on your own! Just be sure to tag @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers in your final post so we will see it and reblog it. The rest of the rules can be found here under the cut.

Rules!

We’ll post a beginning and end date to the challenge, and a prompt.

Writers, If you choose to participate in the event, write for that prompt in up to three 15 minute sprints. No writing outside the sprints until you have completed all three! After the 3 sprints are complete, you have 24 hours to edit (which can include some new writing to smooth transitions, etc). You can also choose to break that 45 minutes up differently if you find a different split works better for you.  After those 24 hours, post what you’ve got. Tag your posts with @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog it to the LBSC blog. If you post your work on AO3 or somewhere other than Tumblr, you can leave a link in our ask box or in the appropriate discord channel so we can be sure to promote it. After the designated challenge end date, we’ll compile a listing of the submissions and post it to the LBSC blog.

Feel free to sprint in whatever language is most comfortable to you! You can post it in your own language or translate it before posting, or both!

Artists, you have 45 minutes to sketch and 24 hours to do any cleanup or coloring you’d like to complete. You can split your 45 minutes up however you like, or not at all. There’s no requirements on your finished piece, just aim for whatever goal seems challenging but achievable to you.  Tag your posts with @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog it to the LBSC blog. If you post your work on Instagram or somewhere other than Tumblr, you can leave a link in our ask box or in the appropriate discord channel so we can be sure to promote it. After the designated challenge end date, we’ll compile a listing of the submissions and post it to the LBSC blog.

If you’re wavering as to whether or not you think you can accomplish anything in 45 minutes, we really encourage you to give the challenge a try. You may be surprised what you can do! Feel free to join us in the discord linked above so we can encourage and cheer you on.

Obviously, this has to run a bit on the honor system and we won’t be tracking your times, but please do your best to honor the spirit of the challenge! If your sprint fic becomes an Entire Thing (these things happen sometimes) and you want to continue it, feel free! However, please still post whatever you’ve got after your 3 sprints with the tag. No fair busting out a fully polished fic or art without showing us what it looked like at the challenge stage!

We want to keep this a positive space and event! This does NOT mean that you can’t write or draw anything critical of a character or episode, but it isn’t the space for character bashing or hate either. Please keep the characters in character and save the more speculative work for another time. NSFW sprint works are permitted but must be tagged appropriately (please use “NSFW LBSC sprint challenge” for easy filtering on the blog) and with appropriate warnings.  (More FAQ about the process here)

This is a Lukanette blog and a Lukanette event, so while Lukanette does not need to be the main ship, it needs to at least be included or referenced and considered endgame (in other words, they don’t have to be together by the end of your work, but the intent is that they’re headed in that direction). The decision about what qualifies for reblog rests solely with the LBSC moderators. If a piece hasn’t been reblogged within a couple of days, either the mods felt the piece didn’t meet the criteria or it was simply missed; you are welcome to reach out in the asks to inquire which. There are plenty of other spaces out there for other ships and OT3s, and people are welcome to use the challenge rules and prompts to write for their own ships! They just won’t be reblogged to the LBSC blog, and we ask that you please not use the event tag (a modified form is fine - “InsertAlternateShipName sprint challenge” instead of “LBSC sprint challenge,” for example).

Happy sprinting!

[writer-of-worlds]

If you don't want unwanted art advice feel free to delete this ask ^^"

You do not suck at art! You simply haven't used the right step.

You seems to go right into copying your reference, but before copying, you should *understand* your reference. What I mean is that you should break it down! Your reference is great because it already do a big part of the job by turning complex anatomy into simple shape, but it's not the only part of breaking it down: you should also try to understand the proportion, angle of your shape and once you learnt a bit more about drawing how the shape works in 3d for example.

• To understand the proportion, you need to compare different part of the body with each other. For example if you take your character torso + belly, you'll see it's the same length as their legs + hips!

• To understand the angle, you need to understand how each part of your character bodies is bending. For example, if you compare the left leg you draw compared to your reference, you'll see the reference is much straighter!

To do so I really recommend you take your reference and draw on it. To understand proportion, you can for example make two box of equal size one for the torso + belly and one for legs + hips. Or to understand angle, you can for example draw line following each body parts angle.

Once you understood the reference, you shouldn't go right into drawing but rather make a sketch with construction line. See how you divided your character in two boxes? Well, now you can draw those two boxes before drawing the body! Now, when you'll draw torso + belly and legs + hips, you assure they will be equally sized so your drawing will look more like the reference :)

This is only a very simple explanation of construction like but I hope it can help you! I wish I could use picture in anon to show you directly but if you ever wants some I can share without anon.

Oh, this advice is definitely wanted, thanks so much anon!!!

Aaaah, I see I see. I plan on going back to it, but will do it traditionally, since I don't have the right equipment for it (and my laptop is ancient. Took half an hour to install WACOM haha), so I assume it's the same traditionally right?

Thanks so so much for the advice anon! :D I feel more confident in this (and please, share a pic! If you want me to answer it privately, just let me know! Alternatively, IIRC, I just drag and drop the picture and it works on anon, or even copy paste the picture and put it there on anon on mobile. That's what I remember doing before!)

[myfuckingpenexploded]

Fun little thing to do for your oc

do you have an oc?

Do you want to pretend they're popular and have fanart of them? Heck do you even have a random side character you want or obscure character from a piece of media five years old?

Then come right down to my ask box, where i'll be taking requests for fanart, plus a gif if I have time! all I need is a refrence, any type honestly, even just a description, and I'll get to work! want to do something for your friend? just drop me their @ and i'll mention them in the post so they see it!

Rules

no nsfw

I won't do any characters that have any harmfull symbols on them

I'm so sorry but I won't do harry potter related things due to personal reasons

Info

if you want a specific scenario you must request it

Most of the drawings will only be upper body

if you post it anywhere else please credit me with just my tumblr user

yes I will do more popular characters

Yes oc includes fictional countryhumans and sonas

Be nice, I'm just one person so your ask might take some time!

Edit: yes, for free!