#request ask queue

[mafia-c]

Ey not a bad attempt at all mate.

[pokimoko]

If you're still doing the pride flag animal things..

Could you do an aroace Jaguar or Raven?

I just thought they might look cool.

An aroace raven is very cool, I agree. Here ya go!

[hellsitegenetics]

Greetings! This seems like a fun gimmick blog. May I request the sequence of Big Bill Hells?

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[stagtorccio]

SORRY, SORRY charlotte alden x afab!reader request: reader purposely being “naughty” at a party to piss charlotte off, the two of them return home and she doesn’t waste a second, bending reader over the kitchen counter and making them apologize properly. continuously edging them until they’re spent purely from that before absolutely banging reader so fucking hard that they can barely function. warnings: dubcon(?), porn without plot, spanking (like once), tease and denial, fingering + strap usage (r!receiving) word count: 591 author's note: this one's kinda lackluster... #still in angst mode. also i had to pirate status update for the formatting. enjoy 1080p charlotte alden! yippeeeee

[ mdni, 18+ ]

𓃢𓃦𐂂 ── .✦

The party was dull– until you made it interesting. 

Spilling just enough beer on Charlotte’s shirt to make her jaw twitch. Letting a friend’s hand linger too long at your waist while Charlotte watched from across the room with that polite, tight smile. 

When she said “not tonight”, teeth gritted, voice low, you only smirked and disappeared into the crowd, letting your hips roll a little too slow while she was watching you dance.

By the time you’re home, the door hasn’t even latched shut behind you before she has you by the wrist, dragging you into the kitchen like there’s a leash coiled around her fingers. You barely have time to breathe her name before she spins you, bends you hard over the counter, cheek pressing to cold marble as her palm flattens between your shoulder blades.

“You think you’re clever?” Charlotte hisses against your ear, not even bothering to take off her coat. Her knee kicks your legs apart, hands roughly dragging your jeans down to mid-thigh as she unbuckles your belt. 

“You wanted my attention? Hm? You got it. Now say sorry.”

She makes you repeat it. Over and over. Voice breaking with every pass. Hands tied behind your back with your own belt. Her fingers are cruel– bringing you up to the edge again and again, breath caught in your throat, thighs trembling, slick trickling down the inside of your leg, until you’re hoarse with apologies and soaked through. Every whimper earns a satisfied hum from her, a mockingly gentle kiss to your temple as if in praise.

Then comes the real punishment.

When she finally unties your wrists, they drop limp. You don’t even flinch when her hand grips your hair and drags your head back, neck arched, lips parted, the humiliating shine of sweat and tears catching the fluorescent light. 

Her coat hits the floor. You don’t see it. You just hear the rustle of leather as it falls, followed by the low scrape of her heels, stepping out of them like she has all the time in the world.

“You wanted to be a brat?” she murmurs, sliding her fingers down the curve of your spine, tracing slick skin. Her palm cracks against your ass, hard enough to leave you gasping, maybe enough to leave a mark. 

“That’s fine.”

She doesn't even bother with her strap at first– though you can feel the telltale bulge of it through denim. She kneels behind you, spreading you open with her hands, breath hot between your thighs. No teasing now– just her tongue, relentless and precise, turning your cries into something pathetic. Every time you clench, she stops, holds you there, dripping and delirious, until you sob for her to finish it.

Finally, you hear the slow, deliberate unzipping of her jeans. Your breath hitches. 

She tugs the waistband down just enough to free the harness, sleek black strap attached at the base. Lets it sway between her thighs. Presses the tip right to your entrance, just enough to feel it, not enough to let it in– grinding it in slow circles while you tremble, whine, curse under your breath.

And when she finally does slide the strap inside– thick, without warning– it feels like too much too fast. Her grip locks tight around your hips, pace merciless, a ruining rhythm.

She leans down over your back, teeth grazing your neck. When you shiver, you feel the brush of her lips curving into that mean, mean smile.

“Don’t worry, baby,” she murmurs, “I’ll make sure you’re sorry.”

[yourfaveisintersex]

Mahatma Gandhi and his nukes from Sid Meier's Civilization are intersex!

FUN FACT: Did you know that "Nuclear Gandhi" from the Civilization series is an urban legend? While the glitch that causes Gandhi's murderous rampage after India becomes a democracy is fictional, it's been heavily utilized as an example of integer overflow in computer science, and was implemented as an easter egg in other Civilization games!

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Aemond's s/o defending him? S/o's words were so scathing and brutally honest, no one can talk back to her.

Your heels click furiously as you ascend up the stairs of the tower to the room of the King’s Hand. A message had come earlier that morning requesting, no demanding, your presence at once and it infuriated you that just mere moments after his return Lord Hightower thought he could just order you around.

The door opened after you had made your way to the top, and the servant left immediately after that. Clearly having been told to give the two of your privacy. "You summoned me."

"Yes, thank you for coming." Otto replied calmly. Clever enough to pick up on the distain in your voice, but also clever enough to know not to acknowledge it. "I wanted to talk to you for a moment about Aemond."

You arched a brow. There were a lot of things you thought this conversation could be about, Aemond being one of them, but your husband had been very low on your list. "What about him?"

"How is your marriage to my grandson going?"

"...Fine..." Again, this was a very strange conversation. But you were still on your hackles as you were not sure where this line of questioning was going.

"That is good to hear. My grandsons can be a... challenge." That sounded more personal than he may have meant. "Aegon is too concerned with the opinions of others. He is reckless in his pursuit of praise and adoration, to the point of weakness."

"Careful," you caution, "is it not treason to speak ill of your king?"

"Aemond is the opposite." Otto continued. Ignoring your quip. "He is reckless in pursuit of damnation. He thinks he knows better. That books and study make up for lack of experience. And for that he will accept the guidance of no others."

"Maybe he does know better. Have you bothered to ask him?"

Otto huffed through his nose. Coming to realize his grandsons may not be the only challenge with your cheek. "I want you to caution him in my stead."

"You mean reign him in?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes." He confessed. "Aemond will not listen to me. He thinks everyone is conspiring against him."

"Aren't you?" You counter back. "You are literally conspiring with his wife to spy on and manipulate him to your own ideas."

"Encouraging him to see reason."

"You can spin this however you would like, Lord Hand, but that is what you are doing and I shall play no part in it."

"You would see your husband break under the weight of his own ambition."

You shrug. "Maybe he will. Or maybe he'll fly. But I do know this, I will not break his trust."

Otto huffed again. Crossing his arms now as he seemed to debate on a new strategy to overcome your objection. “I thought you were clever, and therefore more reasonable.”

Flattery.

“No, you thought I would be more pliable. Because I am the fairer sex? Or because you’re too scared to confront Aemond about your concerns?”

“You know, when the contracts came for who my grandson would marry, it was I who put your House name up for consideration.”

Indebtedness.

“Then I owe you for my eternal happiness. We shall name our 4th child after you.”

Otto sneered. Frustrated at your flippant tone now, but also the slight. “Your husband will die if he continues this path. And the wives to traitors, should Rhaenyra win, do not end well.”

Fear.

You have to admit. That one almost got you.

“Then let us see to it that we do not lose, and my husband will be safe, the realm secure, and all shall live happily ever after under the true Targaryen rule.” You intentionally leave it blank on who would be ruling, Aegon or Aemond, but sure as the sun rose a Targaryen would sit the throne at the end of the day. “Now, if you excuse me, I must return to my duties and my husband.” The tone in your voice letting Otto know that your loyalties had been chosen, and this conversation would not happen again.

Your curtsy like a lady for the Lord Hand and see yourself out. Half way down the stairs you change your mind from telling Aemond about the incident to keeping it to yourself. You do not wish to lie to your husband, ever. But if he heard that his grandsire had conspired with you to keep him on a leash, there was a good chance he would throw the man from his tower. Otto had been right about one thing, Aemond was getting more reckless in his frustrations on the war. Perhaps he had been right to try to help steer him towards more caution, if you could, but it would be for no benefit other than Aemond’s and your future together. You would not be another knife in Aemond’s back for him, nor would you be another pretty pawn for the Hand to manipulate his King, or Regent, with. Otto Hightower was on his own.

[starswirly]

Error Sans?

You know it!

Error -> loverofpiggies

[drawingwilsoneveryday]

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[pokimoko]

if you're still doing the critter series/are okay w/ requests, could i perhaps trouble you for an aroace (the pretty orange and blue one, i like it bc it looks like a sunset!) flag pigeon? i really loved the aro pigeon and im a huge pigeon lover in general so i am so very biased but it's just so cute! secondary follow up question: if you do could i use it for a pfp (with credit ofc!!!)?

if not, that is SO TOTALLY FINE!!! /gen keep up the good work <3

A pigeon for you, lovely! And absolutely you can use it as a PFP. Enjoy!

[o0o0thorn0o0o]

I really miss your art, please share any Ichihime sketches your draw ✨

Eheh, apologies for disappearing again; I appreciate you thinking about my art <3 <3

While I have been drawing since my last post, there’s a lot of other stuff to be preoccupied with as well, and my motivation… would you believe it’s being sluggish again? Haha.

So while I do have quite a few IH sketches, some I plan on finishing (and some of them hopefully very soon… one can wish, haha), and the others are too old at this point, I feel.

That said, I didn’t want to leave you empty-handed, and ‘tis the season, so have some autumn babs:

Ahhh, it was very fun sketching IchiHime for the sake of sketching IchiHime <3 <3 <3 Didn’t have to worry about being too perfectionistic (that’s definitely killing me rn, haha), and I got to experiment a bit, too. Since I hadn’t done a new color palette piece in a while, decided to go with a fall palette this time. As a result, they look so cozy 😌

Ah, but that wasn’t the only sketch I did either—haven’t used my palette in a while (to your guys’ knowledge, anyway… eheh…), so yeah, did one with that, too:

I hope getting these done keeps me in a productive state. One can only hope, haha but God, pleaseeee, I beggg.

No promises, but I’ll try to come out with other art soon.

But yeah, thank you very much for the ask—I really needed the excuse to simply sketch!! <3 <3 <3

[falindankovsky]

Yulia lyuricheva stimboard <3 <3

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[yourfaveisintersex]

Polish Cow from the "Tylko Jedno W Głowie Mam" meme is an intersex cow (link), and she has amastia!

FUN FACT...?: The song from the meme in question is called "Gdzie jest biały węgorz ? (Zejście)" by Polish artist Cypis; which in English the title translates to "Where is the white eel?". The song is about drug addiction, particularly with cocaine (the "white eel" in question), and depicts the struggles of withdrawl and the severe depression surrounding it.

[screampied]

good morning friendssssss 🕺 happy thursday eye think it’s thursday. have a good day today and remember that you are amazing 😙💗

[saliosis]

just found your au!! it's so cute!! do u think you can talk a little more about eileen, victoria, and rose?

great timing anons.... i shelved the idea of designing them but i didn't realize people would really like my au so here you go!!!