#thank you for the request! <3

[mutantmayhems]

TMNT (2007) requested by space-kappa

[one-httyd-a-day]

Dragon #11 - Reignstorm (Rise of Berk) for @acamaryseinteery

[thesignsource]

THE SIGN (2024)

[lunagojo]

Bruce Wayne (Arkhamverse ) dating the female inosuke (would they be a good motherly figure to the Robins? )

and him going yes I take that one my lovely feral wife that doesn't need money to be happy only acorns and her bore mask

I love your work so much your work is addicting like looking in the gojos eyes 💞

a/n: Ooooh interesting request! I will do my best! I hope you enjoy and thank you very much for your patience <3

Arkhamverse!Bruce Wayne w/ a S/O That is Like Inosuke

How did you two even find each other? Lol, well...

You suddenly leapt into the fray when Bruce was outnumbered, fighting some of Joker's goons

You took care of them all in a matter of moments and even the stoic Bruce was like "...?!"

Though to be honest, Bruce was just like "Great, another vigilante to deal with" and tried to just ignore you and move on (after all, you weren't exactly doing anything wrong, and you did end up helping him out, though he was hesitant to admit to that last part)

But...you kept appearing

It got to a point where he finally was like "Ok who the f are you and why are you interfering with my job"

When you simply expressed your desire to be the strongest, he canted his head and responded with a grunt

What did that grunt mean? Honestly it's probably Brucespeak for "Okay well fine fair enough"

From that point on it was rare to not see you together, fighting crime

Bruce wanted to get rid of you at first, he didn't want to see you get hurt and end up like Jason, but it was abundantly clear that you were there to stay

And he had to admit...he was kinda fond of you after awhile

Your enthusiasm and indomitable spirit was admirable to him, and you did lighten the mood after certain grim circumstances

He eventually got comfortable enough with you and trusted you enough to tell you his true identity

The Robins actually loved you, they were very protective of you and you of them (well Dick and Tim were, Jason just kinda...ignored you)

Bruce also gave you access to Oracle so she could also help you if you needed it

When Bruce was asked by the press if he was pursuing a relationship with anyone, he just kind of froze up and changed the subject, though his mind did go to you

He appreciated how you just wanted to spend time with him and didn't want him for his money or his looks. I mean, you got to know him as Batman first, so you didn't know who he really was to begin with

When he did eventually tell you his identity, he was worried that your opinion of him would change, that you would act differently around him, but you didn't

...In his desk drawer at Wayne Enterprises he has a collection of all the little trinkets and such you've gifted him, acorns (how did you find acorns in Gotham??? He doesn't know), bottle caps, shiny rocks, etc.

He finds it adorable that you think of him and give him these simple little gifts, they mean much more to him than any expensive gift

After all, he already has everything, he could get anything he wanted, who would've guessed that this sort of thing would be more valuable to him than any of his possessions?

If anything happened to you he would go ballistic

Your love for each other was kind of an unspoken thing between you two, you just sort of knew

Tim, Dick, and Barbara rib Bruce constantly because of your relationship, asking him when he's going to propose

Alfred doesn't exactly appreciate the messes you make in Wayne Manor, but he does appreciate you for the fact that you make Bruce happy (it's all he's ever wanted for him T_T)

Even though Bruce kind of keeps your relationship away from the public eye, he doesn't know what he'd do without you

It's been a long time since he's been this happy ;w;

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Hello there! Thank you for opening your asks for requests! Could we please have something short, soft and sweet with Versailles!Arno? Thank you! 💕

My dear @susann-noir, here's some Versailles!Arno for you! I'm dreadfully sorry for having kept you waiting, but I appreciate your eternal patience.💕 I do hope I was able to work up something in line with the vibe you wanted! (Arno's cheekiness still made its way in somehow, though, so I hope you don't mind. lol) And as always, I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it!

June 1788, Versailles

Everything seemed lazy that summer morning; the sounds coming from the distant street vendors seemed quieter, and even the birds that flitted by your open bedroom window seemed to be moving slower; it was as if all had decided to disregard the notion of time that day.

As you lounged comfortably half-propped up against the pillows, you turned your head to look outside, a contented hum slipping from your lips.

“Chéri(e)...why have you stopped?”

A velvet-toned voice pulled you out of your reverie, and you looked down to see your lover, Arno Dorian, stretched out horizontally on the bed, his head resting upon your lap as he read the morning paper. He hadn’t bothered to cover himself up in any way, given how warm it was, and as you learned from the extended time with him, he generally didn’t care to during the hotter months.

You certainly didn’t mind, though.

Not turning his eyes away from the article he was currently scanning, he brought one hand up and tapped yours that was resting upon his head, your fingers tangled in his mussed-up hair.

Almost immediately catching on to what he wanted, you smiled and resumed your previous action of gently combing your fingers through his loose, dark locks. In the meantime, you plucked a small strawberry out of the small glass bowl on the breakfast tray and held it between your teeth, before leaning down and pressing it to Arno’s lips, encouraging him to take a bite.

He blinked and twitched a bit with surprise, having been so caught up in his reading, but he very willingly took your offering, sealing his gratitude with a soft kiss right after.

“Arno,” you then addressed him sweetly, as you teasingly licked some of the remaining juices off of his lips, “will you read to me some more?”

He gave you a quizzical, yet bemused look as he twirled a loose lock of your hair around his finger. “I didn’t think the blatherings of local politicians and dull essays from coffee house philosophers interested you, my darling, but if you insist—”

“Not the paper, you ass!” you laughed as you gently tugged his hair. “You know what I mean!”

With a grin and a chuckle, Arno sat up to grab a moderately-sized, gilded-edged book from the nightstand nearest to him - the one the two of you had been reading together the evening before.

“Now, let’s see...where were we...” he wondered as he returned to his previous position and began to thumb through the book, “...ah! ‘She dropped her handkerchief, he picked it up; she innocently took his hand, and he innocently kissed hers with extraordinary animation, ardor and grace; their lips met, their eyes flashed, their knees trembled, their hands wandered’— goodness! Do your parents know you read these kinds of books?” he inquired in a faux disapproving tone as he glanced back up at you.

“Nooo,” you told him with a grin, removing your fingers from where they were entangled in his hair and plucking the book out of his hand, “and if you don’t wish to lose it, you’d best hold your tongue about it!”

Arno flipped over onto his belly as his face took on a ponderous look, his gaze drifting over your form. “Mmm...I believe I can think of much better things to do with it,” he flirted quite blatantly as his eyes finally lifted to meet yours and a corner of his mouth devilishly quirked up.

Having just taken a bite of another strawberry, you gave him a coy, closed mouth grin in return as he pushed himself closer to your face and mimicked your earlier action by now playfully kissing and licking the sweet juices off of your lips. For a few moments, you both laughed quietly at this, before he pulled back to fully look at you.

“I mean, unless of course, you had enough of it last night,” he added with a raise of his eyebrows.

Trying to swallow your blush at the memory, you popped the other half of the strawberry into his mouth to momentarily distract him from your reddening face. Nevertheless, you still slipped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him even closer.

“Mon plaisir quotidien,” you cooed, “you know I can never get enough of that...or of you.”

“Good,” he purred as he cupped your cheek and began to slowly kiss you, “because I’m going to stay right here for a good, long time...”

[triforce-of-mischief]

B6?

B6 ("An autograph from Shiver!?!")

[gotchibam]

Espeon and Umbreon ko-fi doodle for Yama!

I’m accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨

[catiuskaa]

missed me, missed me, now you gotta...

SUMMARY: minho wasn’t grumpy, nor he was jealous. but he hasn’t been the same ever since he fell in love with you.

REQUESTED! by a sweet annonie right here. pookie, your idea was lovely to write! lil grumpy minho, im melting… it’s a bit short, but I hope you like it! <3

CW: use of (crack) text messages to convey the plot, starring: han quokka as cupid + reader’s bsf, clingy minho as king of my heart, and ngl, type 1 diabetes fluff ahead. keep insulin shots close just in case! lol

WC: 1.1k

A/N: i love how i’m slowly turning into a minho blog/page lmaoo, only minho: the man, the myth, the legend!

[🪻☆🌫️☆🪻]

The same ringtone buzzed again during rehearsals. Its ding had sounded so many times already that it had started to get repetitive really quickly.

Minho frowned as he looked in the mirror, retouching his rolled sleeves just once more for what he secretly knew it had been more than twenty times. In the span of ten minutes. Maybe even less.

But Minho wasn’t ‘grumpy’.

He so wasn’t.

His day had been normal so far. He had no reason to be grumpy. Not one what-so-ever.

He had woken up in between your arms, and even if he had ‘complained’ about it, he loved being the little spoon. And also, his cats jumped on the bed and, just for once, none of them landed on his face.

There had been just one thing.

…

Well. Technically more than one.

You had rushed outside this morning. You claimed you didn’t have time to have breakfast with him, because you were late for something he didn’t really get. Because of that, you hadn’t come over to the JYP building with him. He had to drive over alone. And you hadn’t pecked him goodbye at the entrance like always.

But he. Wasn’t. Grumpy.

Not. At. All.

> sunggie: girl, did you hide his cats or smth?

< minho’s owner: lol, wdym dude?

> sunggie: he looks like he’s going to kill me.

> sunggie: And he loves me! Wtf??

“Jisung-ah.”

Han shrieked in his place in the sofa, his phone almost falling off his hands. He quickly turned it off, hoping that the grumpy dancer hadn’t seen the old or new messages.

“Who were you texting?” Minho frowned, deeper this time.

“Oh.” Jisung chuckled. “Just checking in on noona.”

“My girlfriend?” The way Minho enunciated the title felt a bit possesive. Jisung eyed at him weirdly for a second. Even he felt weird himself.

Jisung nodded sheepishly, turning his phone back on but quickly opening a random app.

“Yeah. I owed her a call back.” He shrugged, nonchalantly accepting that he had opened Subway Surfers, and started to play.

As the catchy music came from Han’s phone, Minho shook his head.

Not grumpy.

Not at all.

But the thought that you had been texting Han and didn’t text him —instead of him— did funny things in his chest.

Now, keep in mind that Minho would never describe himself as a jealous man.

He trusted you with his cats, of course he trusted you regarding your relationship. But he had barely got a hold of you all day. And Han had. By call and text. Like he was doing now.

Not grumpy.

Sure.

< minho’s owner: you dead yet?

Jisung groaned.

> sunggie: no! you made me lose my score!

> sunggie: and I don’t have any keys! ㅠㅠ

< minho’s owner: sucks to suck, lol

< minho’s owner: but what’s wrong with my future husband? did you do something?

> sunggie: he’s moody since he came in this morning.

> sunggie: you weren’t here tho. smth wrong between ya?

< minho’s owner: no…? just had to run to work early…

And then, something in Jisung’s paboracha brain connected. Probably because of how he had named your contact in his phone.

> sunggie: omg

< minho’s owner: what?

> sunggie: that corny dumbass

> sunggie: he’s so stupid

< minho’s owner: bitch what is it???

> sunggie: he’s moody bc u didn’t come in with him today!

You hesitated. Could that be it?

< minho’s owner: really? u think so?

> sunggie: bitch I know so!

> sunggie: imma go get boba for the boys, get your ass here and come w/ me

Jisung’s brain started to work at cupid’s speed.

< minho’s owner: omw. be there in 5’

“Guys, I’m gonna go get boba. Do any of you want something?”

The rest of the gang blabbered something while some kept going over the steps of the choreography and the others rested on the couch, doozing off or on their phones. Han quickly noted down everyone’s orders, not before being squinted down by Minho. He held back a shiver.

“Clingy prick…” Jisung mumbled, leaving quickly.

He walked out of the JYP building, waiving and half bowing to the staff members and other artists in the building.

< minho’s owner: just parked! ^^

Jisung entered the boba place next to the building, smiling at the cashier as he read down the orders on his note app, and stood aside, waiting for the drinks.

“Hey!” You smiled widely at him, taking off your scarf, merely leaving it hanging on your shoulders. He clapped your hand, playfully slapping your back.

“Working hard?” Jisung snickered, pointing at the bag on your other hand.

You side-eyed at him, giggling softly.

“Took some snacks before heading off.” You shrugged. “We can sneak these in, right?”

Jisung scratched the back of his neck. “We’ll… come up with something.”

You both struggled carrying the drinks, teasing each other and betting who’d make a mess first. But all giggles came to an end when the security guard stared at you.

“Name and business?” He asked in a low huff.

Your body stiffened.

“She’s my sister,” Han chimed back. You were in fact far from being his sister, but that didn’t matter when the guard seemed to nod. “She’s just helping me carry the drinks inside.”

“And the bag? What’s inside?”

You cleared your throat, smiling. “Clothes for him to change once he finishes training.” You lied.

Thank God for his imagination. And for his stupid idea of shoving your scarf and his hoodie into the bag of snacks.

“Ok. You may come in.” The guard smiled politely.

Only after the both of you had gotten into the elevator you allowed yourselves to let out a sight full of relief. You two then smirked, high-fiving.

“Thank you, bro.” You teased in a snicker.

He cackled. “You’re welcome, sis.”

You both laughed and joked until you reached the training room.

“The person you dream of is back!” Han cackled.

“Noona!” Felix grinned happily.

“Yeah, that’s me!” You cackled at Jisung’s faked frown.

You smiled and greeted everyone as you entered, leaving a certain bunny boy for last.

You sat next to him on the couch, and without missing a beat, he took your legs and layed them on his lap.

You took a sip of his drink, and he stared at you, almost with a squint.

“You’ve made me jealous of fucking Han Jisung.” He stated matter-o-factly, making you practically choke on the tapioka pearls.

You coughed. “What?”

“You texted him all evening. And me? Not even a good luck kiss this morning.”

“Aw, are you grumpy, kitten?” You grinned teasingly, speaking only towards him in a soft tone to his ear. You pecked his cheek.

He needed more of those.

Grumpy, huh?

“Yes. Very.” He mumbled, hiding his blushed and pleased grin in the crook of your neck. “Need more kisses.”

“Well, you know how it goes.” You mumbled in a snicker. He hummed at you, waiting for you to explain.

You kissed his forehead softly, his hands stroking your thighs.

“Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me.”

~Kats, who can write this in one sit, but can’t figure out how chemistry works (yes have exams, why did I choose this for myself, help)

[leixo-demo]

Came from your instagram story! Wondering if you could draw some callie! Especially one with a squid/octo plush!!

AAA, yesh instagram, i barely use it since well, it aint my thing, social media in general. Id go there and posts advances of my art. This time I chose the octoplush simply cus Callie has a deeper connection with them!

thanks by these requests i try to get more creative on poses and interactions, i also tried this ms paint brush that is like sparkles to just give up next drawing,,

[plutoswritingplanet]

could you do a request of Buggy (opla) falling for Luffy’s older sister? (Adopted or blood relation, doesn’t matter) like he takes her hostage but she doesn’t seem to mind. She know she can escape at any time, but keep annoying buggy to a point where… he doesn’t see her as a hostage anymore, more like treasure? And she starts to maybe feel something for the clown?

You Started It (Buggy The Clown x Reader)

a/n: how did i know the first request will be about the clown lmao. i took some liberties when writing this but i hope you still like it <3

Warnings: Buggy Being Kind Of An Asshole, Captivity, Some Suggestive Themes

Summary: Poking the bear isn't the wisest things you could be doing in your particular situation.

Part 2.

You've memorized every nook and cranny of your shoes. The time you've spent in containment has really opened your eyes, when it comes to how little you actually knew about the clothes you were wearing. For example, your right shoe was slightly bigger, molded by your foot. You must be putting more weight onto your right leg, when standing. The hem of your shorts is made with a very close cross stitch, making them slightly sturdier and thicker. Right where the material folds, just above your knee, you've managed to pick out a small hole, the strings of abused material hung sadly and tickled your skin.

There wasn't really much to do, while being kept in a cage, in the backstage of a circus which belonged to the infamous Buggy the Clown. Well, except studying the stains on your shoes and waiting for the Captain to visit you, which he did quite frequently.

"Entertainment purposes" is the reason he declared, when you've asked him why on earth is he keeping you locked up in a hanging cage. But you weren't so easily fooled. You knew from the start, that the role he has envisioned for you to play, was that of a Hostage and Bait. So, inevitably, when your younger brother and his merry band of misfits come to save you, he'd be able to even out the score. Which was a shitty plan, in your opinion.

They've kicked his ass before, they can do it once again.

So, that's why you're here, feet dangling above the floor, as you hum to yourself. Anything to pass the time. That is, until you hear the door to the backstage open, and a familiar tone of voice calls out.

"Hostage!"

Really, how did he even expect you to stay in the dark about his plan, while calling you like this? The man was clearly insane.

Buggy the Clown stands before you, makeup disheveled as always, with his Captain's hat abandoned in favor of a striped bandana. He's excited, which is evident, by the way he can't seem to stop moving, jumping from one leg to the other, hands fidgeting at his sides.

"How are you feeling, my dear Hostage?" he asks with fake concern, and just as your mouth opens to answer, he interrupts "Ah, never mind that, I don't care."

You don't even try to hide the annoyed expression on your face.

"You can sing" he states matter-of-factly, pointing a finger right at you.

"Barely."

"Can you dance though?"

"Barely as well."

He hums in thought, pacing the floor in front of your cage. Finally, he stops, looking at you with his head tilted to the side. His eyes rake over your body, and it brings a sudden wave of discomfort to your bones.

"You'll be performing in our next act."

Again, his tone leaves no space for an argument. Still, you were never an agreeable person, smiles were more of your brother's thing. So, you straighten out as much as the cage allows you and cross your arms in front of your chest.

"Do whatever you like, my brother will get me out of here before you can say Welcome to my big show".

"Welcome to my big show" he says immediately, then, raises his finger, as if he's waiting for the entire crew of Strawhats to fall from the sky.

They don't, obviously, and he gives you a pointed look, to which you respond with a roll of your eyes.

"Besides" he turns around and opens one of the chests laid out on the table "Aren't you a bit old to dote on your younger brother so much?"

The question genuinely offends you, and as he pulls out another bandana, this one red, covered entirely with big white polka dots, your eyes glimmer with venom.

"Aren't you a bit old to play dress up?"

He turns in a blink of an eye, and with terror mixed with disgust you watch his hands detach from his body, slamming into the cage. The force of impact sends it flying right into the nearby wall, the back of your head smacks against the metal bars. The swinging of the cage coupled with the stars erupting before your eyelids from the impact make you feel dizzy.

Then, Buggy takes a step towards the cage, connecting his hands with the rest of his body, and your prison stops swinging in an instant.

"I should kill you for that" he says lowly, his blue eyes bearing into your face.

"You started it" you choke out an accusation, trying very hard not to vomit.

He stays completely quiet, just watching you for a long while, his hands slowly loose tension. Then, as if his rage has entirely dissolved, he smiles, teeth completely exposed, as his cheeks crease. God, you'd do such a better job at his make-up, given the chance.

"You're funny, Hostage" he shakes his head, and suddenly, for some unknown reason, it downs upon you, just how close to you, he's standing.

"Sing for me some more" he says.

And then, his hands push back with sufficient force to send your cage flying again. You groan at the movement, another wave of nausea almost making you loose your breakfast. When you finally have the perfect, biting comeback, he's already gone, the door slamming after him. You're alone again.

A sigh escapes your lips, as you press your forehead to the cold metal of the cage. You've already memorized all the details of your own clothes, and the room was too dark to see anything more. So, you start observing the cage. The way the light shifts up and down on the bars, the way the brown paint seems to peel away under your thighs. Then, you look up, towards the place where all the bars have been stuck together.

And then your eyebrows furrow. Because just above the ceiling of the cage, you can see something poking out. Something roughly the size of a fist and colored a pale, fleshy color. You raise yourself slightly in your seat, to get a better look, and immediately regret doing so.

It's an ear. His ear. Detached and placed right on top of the cage. That's how he knows about your singing, the bastard.

An idea brews in your brain, mischief spilling out of your growing smirk. You pull yourself up, until you can reach the top of the cage. Your arm is just slender enough to slip past the bars, and your fingers brush against the cold flesh of the ear. Before Buggy, wherever he is, can react, you snatch the ear from the top of the cage, keeping a tight grip, as it starts to jump in your hand.

Then, you take a deep breath, place the ear close to your lips… And give the most blood-curling, shrill scream you could muster.

Immediately, you hear a string of curses coming your way, and a second later Buggy bursts into the room, a murderous expression on his face. You open your hand, and the ear nearly bursts out of your fingers, flying back to it's owner like some sort of deformed beetle. The sight, for some reason, is so incredibly funny, you can't help but choke out a little giggle. Which soon becomes a quite big giggle, which in turn morphs into a full blown laughter.

You can't see the Captain through the tears of laughter forming in your eyes, so when he knocks on the metal bars of your cage, you nearly choke from surprise. He's looking at you strangely. Not quite as angry as before, but there is something else lurking behind his eyes. As if he's enveloped deeply in his thoughts, but at the same time completely present and focused on you. Your laughter dies down in an instantly, and you reach up to wipe your tears, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"I've captured myself a comedian, huh?" the man leans closer to the bars of the cage, placing his forehead against them and looking at you from below "You trying to take my place as the funniest person in the circus? Hm, Hostage?"

You risk a smirk, leaning down towards him. He watches your movements with a curious expression, eyes darting all over your face.

"Yeah" you whisper "So, you better watch your back."

At that, he smiles one of his brilliantly wide smiles. This one however, seems the most honest out of every one you've seen up to this point. You try not to linger too much at the way his eyes seem to shine in the dimly lit room. Or how the stubble on his face makes his features sharper. Or even on the way his arms flex as he leans against the cage. And definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, you're not focusing on the fact, that he's standing nestled right between your dangling legs.

So, before your brain conjures up any unwanted ideas, you clear your throat again and straighten up. Buggy notices the shift in your posture, but doesn't move, instead it seems as if a lightbulb has literally appeared beside his head. Desperate to change the subject, which hasn't been even brought up yet, you wave your hand in the general direction of his ear.

"Your ability is pretty useful" you try to sound as neutral, as humanly possible.

"Oh?" he tilts his head back and gives you a suspicious look.

"Yeah, that eavesdropping thing was really cool… And slightly disgusting" your nose scrunches "But mostly cool."

He hums low in his throat, his hands slowly letting go of your cage. Still, he remains standing between your legs, your knee brushing against his prominent hip bones.

"Are there" you swallow "Any limits to this ability?"

Now, his eyebrows jump straight under his bandana, and you definitely do not like the slow smirk filling his features.

"I mean, like, can you detach your nose? Or um… I don't know, your fingernails?"

Finally he steps back, stretching his arms to the side, as if he's giving you a show, and in a way, he does. There are muscles, hidden under those circus clothes. His exposed forearms are nicely shaped, with thick veins running the length of them. You really don't mean to ogle the man, but fuck, he is handsome. In an "insane-sadistic-clown-who-is-also-a-pirate-for-some-reason" way.

"I can detach every single part of my body with no effort" he says, his smile growing.

Before you could really think about your actions, your gaze falls downward, right to his belt keeping his trousers up. Mortified, that your brain would even go there, you tear your eyes up, and with a horrified expression, look upon a face full of excitement.

Then, Buggy raises his hands to his heart, feigning a scandalized expression, which would've been funny, if you weren't currently blushing in the lovely shade of a ripe beetroot.

"I'm sorry… that's not… I didn't" your words come out a jumbled mess, and Buggy wheezes out a laugh.

"Oh would you look at that" he puts his hands behind his back, as he slowly starts to stalk towards your confinement "You know, with how sheltered your little brother is, I didn't expect you to be such a dirty pervert."

You choke on air, arms flailing inside the cage, as you genuinely are at a loss for words, You can feel your face grow impossibly hot, the heat spreading all the way to the tops of your ears. The Clown still advances, until his face is pushed right between the bars of the cage, a smile on his lips and a glint in his eye. You don't know what to do with yourself, as the man continues to laugh at your outrage.

Finally, his right hand flies from behind his back and stops right above his head. Then, as if making a show specially for you out of his unusual abilities, he lets his pointer finger remove itself from the hand. Involuntarily, you make a face, and try to push yourself as far into the cage, as humanly possible. Which, given the size of your prison, does practically nothing. The finger aims straight at your nose and presses it with slightly more force, than a friendly "boop" would.

"You started it" he throws your own words back at you, and watches your dumbfounded expression with a smile and a giggle.

Finally, he steps back, all his body parts in place, and you can breathe again at last. Then, with a flourish, he bows down before the cage, before giving you a slightly unbalanced twirl. At that, you can't help but smile, almost fondly. He's not so bad, when he isn't actively trying to murder you and your friends.

"Anyways, get ready, your grand performance is in a week" he concludes, and you sigh deeply.

So he hasn't let this one go.

No matter. A week from now, you'll be out of this place. The thought fills you with joy, and strangely, with some sort of melancholy, which you have to jot down as nausea, just to protect your own mental health.

"Hostage" the man says, as a goodbye, bowing once again, this time with fewer theatrics, and begins to walk back towards the door. "Captain" you respond in kind, inclining your head slightly.

He stops in his tracks, back turned to you, before slowly, twisting his body, to look you in the face. He wants to say something, his mouth opens and closes, and anticipation floods your stomach. But then, his lips pull back into one more smile, more reserved, more private. Now, in this rare moment of tranquility, he looks truly handsome, and your heart jumps to your throat at the realization. He gives you one last look, shakes his head at the floor, and exits with a soft click of the door.

You're, once again, left alone with your mismatched shoes and the hole in your shorts. This time, however, your head is filled with tender thoughts, one that could keep you company, until another visit befalls you.

[helsensm]

Kung Lao in a Cheongsam? <3

sleeveless, of course

um… h- happy New Year, anon?? <:'D

[one-httyd-a-day]

hi it's me again, i have Multiple favorite dragons and i Will be requesting all of them ! may i request a sentinel? they're the best boulder class to me i love how mossy they are.. what if they could grow little sprouts or mushrooms...

You can't just say "sentinels with plants growing on them" and then NOT expect me to draw it...

Dragon #34 - Sentinel

Shelf mushrooms and Unidentifiable White Flowers, my best friends <3

[thefrsers]

requested by Anon: Bathena kisses in 7.03

[tangledinink]

i'm taking forever with them, but here's one of the two dtiys prizes! :3c this one is for @skillzissue~

[flimsy-spine]

anon requested ⇢ madney twirls

[triforce-of-mischief]

G1, Mwah :D

up to no good~