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[aquilamage]

For the character bingo: Eustace winner...

my son my baby boy. what a little goober. he did things wrong but they were funny and also a huge part of his character arc so it's good. thinking about his situation makes me sad and no one is allowed to hurt him. except when I want to put him in Situations

I think I'm slowly starting to accept the name. it's not like it's a terrible choice but I'm still sooo attached to the fantranslation one too. also I'm not fucking re-tagging my five billion old posts and haven't decided what I wanna do in the future

[ebi-noodle-doodles]

You should make fat miku fatter to piss off the haters. If you want. Or you could try the other vocaloids? I think fat Rin would be adorable!

New Chubby Rin!

[queermania]

Wait are you really pro-ship?

back in my day we just called it minding your own business

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Will you draw Oumaru? (Komaru x Kokichi)

There are usually one of the most chaotic besties

finally drawing requests from over a year ago pt. 1 of ??? Oumaru anon I hope ur still out there

[kinikxluna]

Why miss trylobites when we have isopods?!

i completely misunderstood this sentence on my first read

[eliotbaum]

If you could recommend any of Max Ulichney's brush packs for someone who's trying to achieve a similar amount of texture as the one in your art, which one would it be?

Hello! Funnily enough I don't actually use much of Max's brushes anymore, I could never quite the hang of them... I mostly use Joe's sets. Crunchy.

I do the get question about brushes a bunch though so I'll use this space to point out the eventual outcome can be quite different. The way you use brushes, the way you work, canvas size, pen pressure... it all makes a tremendous difference! Fun example below of my inks and my bestie's @vivtanner 's lines with the same brush.

Same goes for textured flatting/shading brushes ofc!

[anbaisai]

Could the power of love help Mayu indentify Jamil from his doppelganger?

Are you proposing something like in Book 7 where there's a copy of Jamil who's obviously acting strangely and not like him at all, or there's a perfect copy of him that's impossible to differentiate from the real deal... 🤔

The first case is too easy (but imagine Dream!Jamil trying to be friendly with Mayu and real Jamil pulls her back in annoyance 😈), the second case however- via the ✨power of love✨ she can probably do something that involves a memory only they share or something that would elicit a unique reaction from the real Jamil. For example, hug him and see how he reacts: if he returns it he's clearly fake, if he freezes and goes what are you doing and acts terribly inconvenienced, it's probably the real one 🙂‍↕️

[zevrra]

Could you write overstimulated stroking Jayce until he cries and beg you to stop.

[a good boy—

includes: [mdni! 18(+), smüt, händjob, slight öräl (m receiving), praise, overstim, jayce is pathetic as always]

ft. jayce x gn!reader

a/n: this isn’t great but UGHHHH PATHETIC WHIMPERING OVERSTIM JAYCE MY BELOVED!!! thank you for this request it was yummy to write <3

“c’mon pretty boy…i know you can do one more.” you mumble against the inside of jayce’s thigh. your fingers are wrapped around his leaking cock, stroking along his thick shaft with a steady pace. jayce tenses under your touch, head thrown back against the couch, his mouth hangs open as you draw every single sweet groan you can out of the man. he shakes his head at your words, tears hanging onto his pretty eyelashes.

“no…i can’t! please, no more.” jayce sobs, bottom lip trembling as he glances down at you.

you can’t help but chuckle a little at his pathetic expression. smiling as you press firmly into the slit of jayce’s sensitive tip, watching sweetly as precum pools around the pad of your thumb. “you know you can handle it. you're so strong my love. i know you can do it.” you encourage.

jayce gasps at your touch; shaking his head once again. you had edged him for hours, stroking from the base of his cock to his head, stringing him closer and closer to his orgasm before removing your hand entirely. until he successfully begged you enough to let him come, so you let him. again and again; until he turned into the overstimulated mess that he is now. he whimpers as his hand reaches to grab at your wrist. “no—“

“don’t touch or i’ll have to tie your hands down again.” you hum.

in response, jayce rips his hand away, instantly showing his true colors. he wanted this. wanted you to keep going; even if he shook his head and cried, until he uttered that safe word…he wanted this more than anything.

“such a big, strong man and you can’t come more than three times, hmm? now, i know better than that baby. you can do it.” you mutter, pressing a kiss into his leaking head, feeling him shiver under your grasp.

jayce reluctantly lowers his hand back to his side, trying his best to relax as your hand begins to move faster. you watch with an observant eye as his face twists in pleasure and focus. jayce grunts as your speed picks up, you settle one hand on his base while the other targets the head of his cock. his back arches as you rub directly against his sensitive tip. every known curse and swear falls from his lips as his fingers grip onto anything they can find. realizing as he’s probably gotten too loud, he bites down on his bottom lip, whimpering behind his sealed lips.

“mmm, that won’t do sweetheart. don’t hold your voice back.” you mumble, pressing your tongue into the slit of his head.

jayce’s mouth falls open again at your request. “fuck i’m coming,” he sobs between ragged breaths, body tensing harshly with his oncoming orgasm. “coming, coming, i’m, i can’t! coming baby, i’m coming!” he stutters. his hips lift quickly to meet every single stroke of your hand, his words failing him now as he reaches his fourth orgasm of the night.

“mhm good.” you sigh softly, smiling fondly as jayce finally cums. his slick coats your fingers, thinner with his back to back orgasms. you press your tongue right up against his twitching head, relishing in his cries as he cums for you. and your hand never stops moving until jayce is twitching with his spent orgasm. tears finally fall free to stream down his cheeks from overstimulation, unable to properly speak anymore. all he can muster is a weak noise resembling a whine, wrapping a hand firmly around your wrist to finally stop you from moving your hand anymore.

and you allow him the opportunity to rest by removing your sticky fingers from around his softening shaft, reaching for the nearby clean up station you had prepared. while cleaning your hands you stand from your crouched position between his thighs, lovingly placing a kiss against his temple. “you did such a good job, baby.” you praise your lover as everything begins to settle down.

jayce weakly settles his hands on your waist, rubbing soothing circles into your body, tilting his head up with a pout on his lips. “do i get my reward now?” he asks softly.

you laugh a little at his sudden eagerness for his so called “reward”. even while you pleased him again and again for so long, all he could think about was pleasing you. “yes, you do.” you reply with a wide smile. his fingers are quick to undo your pants, stripping you of them with his own excited smile. his stamina was truly something else; seeing as he was no longer that exhausted if it meant it was his turn to please you.

god, what a man.

[peace-hunter]

I like the idea that the Matrix was said to contain "The wisdom of the Primes" and while it kind of DOES, what he actually got was the ability to commune with the Primes, and while everyone expects them to be a well of wisdom they're kind of just normal people and tell Optimus that Megatron's a glitch.

He's basically just got 13 older annoying siblings.

some times collective wisdom means knowing how to build and lead an entire army while restructuring your entire society after decades of oppression.

others it means knowing that mixing the cybertronian equivalent of vodka and tequila is a Stupid Idea and you will definitely regret it oh my god-

and being the youngest of fourteen sometimes means knowing that and doing it anyway lmao

but yeah that's basically it! that's kinda the point of the au! yeah they were wise and intelligent and almost divine but they were still people! and the concept of wisdom can be very subjective when there's thirteen of you and you have thousands if not millions of years of Opinions™ aklsjdlalds

haunted au

[rika-mortis]

Do dev and Timmy get close? Does peri get excited or scared to see his big brother again?

Kind of! At least that’s what Timmy would like to think. Personally, I don’t see Dev as the type to be very open with others (Hazel being the exception). I imagine Dev just acting like he always does, not fully understanding why Timmy wants to spend time with him. Maybe one day when Dev grows up, he’ll realize it and wish he had appreciated it more back then.

As for Peri, I think it’s a mix of both. We’ve already seen how nervous he was with his parents before being reunited with them, so I imagine it would play out in similar way with Timmy 🤔 I remember someone from the FOPANW crew mentioned something that Peri is the type who wants to stand out more than his parents. He’s probably aware that Timmy doesn’t remember him. And because of that I can see Peri trying his best to appear classy and sophisticated because he wants to leave a strong first impression on Timmy just like what he did with Dev.

(Though it probably wouldn’t take long for Peri to break down in front of him.)

[homiu-l]

I would like to spray your mumbo with silly string ...

tbh I would too

[humming-fly]

I saw that "it's pride" post you reblogged and immediately imagined Pride, but his shadows are rainbow-colored now. Hell, why not recolor the rest of homunculi too? Greed's shield is rainbow, Lust's claws are rainbow, etc. Do you see my vision?

it's so funny you mention rainbow pride because I stg I have that image from a few years back and low and behold:

And hell here's some bonus homunculi for the road:

[the-trinket-witch]

Your malleus in your monster lover AU is so good,,, would it be possible for you to draw a reference of him? I love the concept so much

I can draw my own interpretation of it, though I have to note:

This is technically not my 'concept'. I've heavily taken inspiration from Takebayashi's 'The Conception' (A fanwork from the TWST Beckon of the Mirror 2021 event) The main adjustments I made were the removal of spinning wheels along the body as well as the mask.

(Photo reference pulled from lau_bud on tiktok)

As for what I'd draw:

Again, I've trimmed some concepts, and added some muscle detail around the wings, and given him a dragon's ear fins.

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Can i ask for a fanart of Kazuichi and Ibuki combing Mikan's hair and braiding it?

I forgot the combing part but uhhhh they're finger combing yea

[biteofcherry]

I know ttd Steve is dark and not soft but I loved that short fic about Princess gaving period and him kind of taking care if her. So I'm begging for another scrap of some care for Princess 🥺 The smallest speck please. I swear him bringing her a cupcakes will be enough to have me melting.

Haha, yeah, TTD Steve is a dark bastard, but he's also a smooth fucker who has shown some almost-soft moves 😎 like the period thing, or him having lunch delivered to her to work. I also plan some special treats for the next chapters.

But okay, for now, let me floor you with this out of the blue scene:

You paced. Back and forth.

For the first time in your life, you couldn't stay still. Anxiety was ripping you apart, causing your heart to pound so hard you could barely breathe.

You weren't such a wreck even when facing the doom of marriage to the most ruthless mob boss. The man who was completely composed, while your world was crumbling at the edges.

Steve remained a fucking unmovable iceberg.

A part of you hated him for it, but there was a part of you that made ran to that coldness like moth to a flame.

You crossed the waiting room to where he was standing, typing on his phone with one hand and ignoring the sorrow that was clogging the space.

"He'll be okay, right?" You stood so close to him, toes of your shoes kissing the edge of Steve's black combat boots.

Steve didn't put his phone down, but his gaze flicked up to you. A glint of displeasure cut through his blue eyes at seeing your distress.

"You heard the doctors." He replied, his calm tone somehow anchoring you. "Your father is in critical state, but they are the best specialists-"

"I need you to tell me he'll be okay!" You blurted out in a nearly hysterical tone, suddenly gripping the fabric of his shirt.

Steve's eyebrows pulled into a frown. Without taking his eyes off of you, he locked the screen on his phone and slid it into his back pocket.

"You want me to placate you with bullshit reassurances?" His tone held no malice, rather surprise. You always shown yourself as holding to logic, science and that stubborn polished composure he loved to fuck out of you.

"I'd think you wanted more objective information from the medical staff."

"I-" you hesitated, looking at Steve with eyes shiny with tears.

Steve was right. But it seemed to be your modus operandi for other situations, not when your father was on the operating table. You didn't want logic now. You wanted something more powerful than death itself.

Your husband.

"I need you to tell me my dad will be okay. But not to placate me." You replied, softer, and leaned closer to Steve.

"I need you to say it, because you're Steve Rogers. What you say, becomes law. What you demand, happens."

He made no sound, but his chest expanded slightly as if he took a sharp intake of breath. A second later his hand slid to the back of your neck, squeezing it gently.

"Your father will make it." Steve said in that deep, firm voice of his. "He'll be okay. If needed, I'll have a talk with his heart myself."

A broken, quiet laugh bubbled on your lips at his ridiculous threat. But, God, it made you feel lighter. Before you knew what was happening, you were pressing yourself into his arms, hiding your face in Steve's chest.

His hand on your neck gave another tender squeeze, while his other wrapped around your waist.

[ranibwsprimklez]

can you draw Null from Regretevator? /nf

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