#thanks for the request though lol

[larabar]

first page doodle requests!!!!!! wow guys the superpower of teamwork really works have you seen this

closeups ^^

[rayactive-factory]

You drew sonic in a dress can you draw shadow in a skirt?

hi! two fun things about this ask: 1. i've only posted a sonic in a dress here once, but you'll never guess one of my all-time favourite subject matters (hint 1, hint 2, hints 3 and 4, hint 5, hint 6,,,). so i was very happy to see this in my inbox lol, thank you! 2. you sent it on a day i was meaning to post a shadow in a skirt actually!.. but then i saw this ask and was like, "no, i have to answer first!!!!" so here we go:

[yume-aeae]

can you draw multicare mood please... (pleading eyes emoji)

She's so silly! Love her!

[orykorioart]

BUT WHAT ABOUT. Raihan and Leon proposal. Either one to the other or at the same time.

you KNOW their wedding will be the biggest, grandest event with everyone invited and with special limited edition League cards made for it and a huge battle as the reception and

Oh my god I have so many thoughts about this actually lol, especially since Pokemon Masters made Battle Tower Leon’s EX white (immediately made me think of a wedding suit). In the interest of not taking two whole months, I’m going to share this WIP for now!

+A silly extra sketch, featuring the iconic Charizard pose that is absolutely not going to be on Leon’s limited League card what are you talking about

As for the proposal, I might have something cooking somewhere down the line 😉 though based on previous experience it very well might take a while again 🤡

[crescentfool]

a new stream doodle from today + a few stream doodles from 2022 i never posted here! also there's my ryoji brush if you want it... link in the replies 😳

[brisquad-unit-4402]

hiii may I request a Noctyx and what you call them ? just like the one you did with Luxiem, I found it to be very adorable and would love a Noctyx one as well, thank you so much!!

- 🌱

noctyx and what you call them

thank you very much for the compliment. even more importantly thank you very much for the noctyx request! i have a few noctyx x reader ideas bc i am dead set on filling up this noctyx x reader tag when i can but i love seeing others just as interested in them as i am

ah, but it's funny, revisiting my first-ever post on this blog and comparing it to how i format my posts now, i can't believe i typed the actual entries all in lowercase, that's the first time i've done that! how strange

...though i will say it was hard thinking of other words for "partner"

tags: established relationship, fluff, gender neutral reader

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

🎭 Alban Knox: Darling

The night is tempting and harsh at once, and he plays both sides with fervor, a thief attracted to all that glitters. He takes what he wants, and he's so used to taking what he wants that he doesn't know how to manage how kind you are to your darling. A warm home and hot food, a place to sleep with love, safe. He's never experienced any of this easiness before, and he certainty hasn't been called darling before. He doesn't know how you do it. He wants to get used to it.

🐑 Fulgur Ovid: Other Half

He starts it first. Better half, he introduces you, his Reader, and casts aside his own worth for the sake of uplifting yours. That’s what he does best. You never walk alone because he never lets you go, and you reach the heights you do because he’s your foundation. There is so much care and passion in all he does and it stuns you how easily he ignores it. When will he realize he's equal to you as your other half? You are two puzzle pieces, half of a locket together into a pendant. You complete each other.

🔗 Sonny Brisko: Hero

Like a hero he's always there, and like a hero he deflects. Affection goes unsaid, but simply felt, and very much unlike one he tries to avoid it. He doesn't have the courage to ask. He holds tight around you, nonetheless, and whispers comfort in your ear while you ball your hands around his jacket. Simply felt, as he smooths your hair out of your face and lets you exhale, and when you say his name like that, full of adoration and all he never thought he could be, my hero, he forgets how to breathe himself.

🔮 Uki Violeta: Soulmate

You’ve never known color in feeling until you met him, and now that he's in your life, you see him in the sunlight as naturally as the shadows and shines that come through. He breathes life into art with the quirk of his lips at song and in just a moment you see all there is to say about it. But he speaks anyways, and his voice is silk, and when you respond he curls a hand around you while the other holds his head up, lost in your words, the only one for you, your soulmate.

[wundrousarts]

Mini Silverborn Countdown

If you’ve been around for a few years, you’ve seen me vaguely mention a “Silverborn Countdown Challenge” several times. It’s been delayed and changed as many times as the book itself, lol.

If anyone wants sort of a low-stakes, very chill and spaced out version of this ye olde never tackled challenge to complete in the next year before Silverborn, I propose what I’m doing:

Every 3 months leading up to the initial release, I am creating one thing based on each of the books.

January — Nevermoor

April — Wundersmith

July — Hollowpox

[writingbyshiloh]

Dating Jim Halpert would include...

Word Count: 718

Warnings: none

I’m not sure if this is friend to dating headcanons or dating headcanons – so I did both! Secondly, I love Pam so this is an AU where she found someone amazing for her who treats her right.

The Dunder Mifflin office is always hectic so it was no surprise your first day there was chaotic

From your first day, Jim was always there to help you navigate through it, how to avoid pranks from Dwight, and how to deal with Micheal.

Jim thinks you're attractive from your first day but I feel like he won’t act on his feelings – Jim likes a slow burn. He is also polite and you never want to make anyone uncomfortable.

No matter what part of Dunder Mifflin you work in Jim will always find a reason to be there. 

If you're a salesperson he would always be at your desk to help you with sales of course. If you're in accounting he would always be at your desk because he says he wants to learn more about accounting (this causes nothing but glares from Angela to the two of you). If in the back office, he would pass through the kitchen and bring you coffee/tea/juice

He would memorize how you like said drink too

He enlists Pam (his best friend) help to ask you out. He figures that she would be the most casual when finding out what movies and restaurants you like to eat at.

You kinda thought that he had a crush on you because of all the flirting and inside jokes. He would include you in prank planning and help you with pranks of your own. In staff meetings he would sit next to you and joke, causing you to stifle your laughter.

I like the idea of Dwight noticing your crush on Jim or Jim’s crush on you

You rolled your eyes and tried to muffle your laugh at the email Jim sent you. It was about an inside joke from the last useless staff meeting. 

“What are you laughing about?” Dwight asked, not taking his eyes off of his work. 

“Nothing just an email,” you replied, trying to keep your laughter under control as you felt heat rise in your face. You took off your cardigan to cool down. 

“You just took off your sweater, indicating your blushing and you keep looking at Jim” he retorted. 

“Dwight, that doesn’t mean anything. It's just sent a funny email” Jim said trying to defend you against Dwight. 

“Yeah, just like Jim said” you tried in hopes that Dwight would drop the matter. 

“Wrong. (Y/N)’s pupils dilate when talking to Jim, but contract when looking at others. It is a basic sign in humans of attraction” 

You caught Jim's eye and felt your face get warmer. 

“Flirt elsewhere. I’m trying to work here” Dwight grumbled before returning to his work. 

After the conversation with Dwight and a private conversation, you and Jim go on a date! Something casual and not too fancy. Probably getting coffee or lunch on the weekend. 

Also something fun! Like bowling, roller rink you name it!

To avoid drama in the office you two agree not to tell anyone 

Pam notices a change in the dynamic between the two of you and immediately asks you for details. The rest of the office doesn't notice due to the mass amounts of drama that happen at work

If you wanted to tell everyone, Jim would agree as he would support whatever you wanted

Moving into a relationship did not change much from being friends with Jim, he is still always trying to make you laugh, supporting you no matter what

Once Michael finds out, all bets are off. He’ll want to go on double dates all the time and feel included. You two are getting invited over for dinner… many times 

It is great if you like sports, but if you don't Jim would tell you all about them, trying to point out the key players and moves 

If you have a bad day, he is ready. He has your favourite food/drinks at the ready, armed with jokes and any funny shows/movies you like. 

Your face often hurts from laughing and smiling for hours

Overall a super caring, sweet, and funny boyfriend! 

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: AFAB Character: Rob Lucci Kink: #5 #12 #17 - I ended up using all three! Prompt: #15 "No, you can't use your hands." Gift Giver: @sanjis-all-blue

Summary: There's not much softness shared between you and Lucci, but things are understood between you both with few words.

Content Notes: rough sex, biting, degradation, forced orgasms, Dom!Lucci isn't big on compromise, consensual 18+

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The sharp sting against your ass forces a gasp from you as you hold onto the sheet tighter. Lucci is already buried deep inside you, hips barely moving.

Earlier you had come into the room to talk to him at his behest, and either he was in a good mood, or a bad one, but his hand grabbed your hair, and yanked you to him, before you had so much as closed the doors behind you. You yelped, struggling to keep your feet as barely controlled claws tore the clothes from you.

In the years you’d been with Lucci you had learned not to become attached to any of your clothes. To his credit things would be mended or replaced, as resources and time allowed – and it wasn’t like his own clothes fared any better. You were convinced the man had been a beast even before he ate a devil fruit.

Now you were face down, red ass in the air, the tattered remains of your clothes clinging to your sweaty body. Lucci had calmed himself by rutting against you, covering your back in cum before he’d finally pushed his cock deep inside you.

Every time you had moved your hands, either to aid him or yourself, he’d bat your hands away. The low growl of warning that bubbled up in his throat when you had moved to tease yourself was all the notice you needed.

You were not to use your hands.

So instead, you grabbed onto the sheets near your head, and let him sink what pleasures or pains he chose into your body. The sharp sting of the slaps against your ass were already turning into their own pleasure, and what little movement there was inside you, was stirring you up enough.

Lucci had always been a man of few words, his actions speaking more than anything else. Usually, the only sounds between you were your own shaky gasps of pleasure and pain, and Lucci’s grunts and growls. Occasionally you would beg, and sometimes he would speak demands into your ears, but for the most part you two communicated nonverbally.

The only times he spoke at length, were when he wanted to degrade you. Knowing full well that his cruel words would do nothing more than expedite your pleasure.

“My sweet little deer.” He growls into your ear. “You’re being quiet, little whore.”

You can feel sharp claws catch lightly against your skin, as he pushes into you more deeply, and runs his fingers over you. Your mouth opens in a whimper and before you can form any words, a sharp, taloned finger presses against your tongue.

“Don’t try to be a good girl now.” He purrs, hot breath cascading over your face. “I suppose it’s on me.” His voice sinks into your neck as he rolls his hips, shifting himself inside you. “I’ve only been playing with my meal up ‘til now.”

The sound of shifting silk fills your ears, and a moment after he removes his finger from your tongue, he stuffs his rolled-up tie into your mouth.

“Make yourself useful, little slut, and hold onto that.” He demands, his hands pushing into the mattress on either side of your shoulders as he finally starts to move inside you.

Long, slow, steady – the motion is smooth and precise, like a tour of all your favorite places. It’s the proof, the unspoken statement that despite the rough actions, despite the growls and degrading words, he cared for you. Knew you. Paid attention to all the little signs of pleasure you wouldn’t dare to hide from him.

There was no abuse in his actions, he knew what kind of meal you were, and you were happily devoured by him. Your earlier airy gasps and moans were deeper sounds now, grunts and shivered moans that rattled in your chest, held back by the ball of silk in your mouth.

Lucci’s pace quickened, and pleasure started coiling. His motion was pushing you into the sheets, causing the material to caress your clit with each thrust. It was teasing, tantalizing, and you were almost certain he was doing it on purpose.

He plateaus, keeping the same pace and rhythm and you can feel your body shaking and tensing. You move to take the tie from your mouth, so you can ask for permission, but a swift hand catches your wrist.

“No. Hands.” He growls.

You shake your head, and whimper pleadingly, but all you get is a hot, wet tongue licking along your shoulders.

“Don’t bite that tie.” He warns, breath pouring over your skin just before you feel his teeth press against you.

The building tension overtakes you, and the flood of pleasure races from your pussy like a wave, washing over your body. Your hands clench the sheets, and your toes curl, and you desperately focus on your mouth, not wanting to bite the tie. Even though you wanted to bite down, Lucci wasn’t slowing down, and the pleasure was skittering through your body like sparks of lightning.

You squirm under him as the pleasure builds again and you feel sharp teeth at the back of your neck. You freeze, taking sharp short breaths as you try desperately to hold your body still. If you move too much, he’ll bite you, and if he bites you, you might bite the tie.

The teeth never leave you, and rough, almost growling grunts, were huffed against your skin. Pleasure was building for you both, but that meant nothing for Lucci. Even if he came, he wasn’t going to slow down until he wanted to.

Lucci’s free hand sneaks under your waist, and his fingers tease your clit. His claws are retracted, and he presses steady circles into the bundle of nerves. The action shocks pleasure through you, causing you to cry out from behind the gag and squirm under him.

His teeth sink into your skin, as his hips slam into yours with less control, his fingers still teasing your clit. The orgasm is ripped from you, and from better or worse the precious tie falls from your mouth as your body arcs backward in pleasure. Tensed muscles raise your face off the sheets, and your legs and toes curl around Lucci, feet pressing him into you.

He takes a moment, nuzzling into your neck and nearly purring into your skin, before he leans back, standing up to look over you. The flicker of adoration in his eyes isn’t missed by you, even in your haze as you struggle to catch your breath, but it’s quickly replaced by a far more sinister look.

“You didn’t bite it,” he muses, hand curling around your leg and pulling you up against him. “But now there’s no reason for me to hold back.”

He leans down, kissing along your legs before halting your words, freezing them in your throat with a piercing look. “Scream well for me, little deer.”

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

[paimonial-rage]

unintentional- thoma [random writing event] | requested by anon

It was a breathtaking sight. With the full moon up high without a speck of clouds to the way the moonlight illuminated the ocean down below, you found your breath stolen away. It was rare to have such a clear night in your homeland. The sands of the desert often colored the sky in a dirt-colored haze as the cold often made it difficult to stay out for long. 

You had arrived in Inazuma a month prior as a diplomat from Sumeru. During your month stay, you had a splendid time. The Shirasagi Himegimi and her assistant, Thoma, were there to show you around and explain the various aspects of Inazuman life and culture. There was much you learned and hoped to take back home with you to Sumeru. 

And dare you say it, though this was a diplomatic mission, you couldn’t help but feel you made some friends along the way. Both Ayaka, as she asked you to call her, and Thoma were incredibly kind. Though they were only tasked of showing around during the day, you often found yourself with them late into the evening simply chatting. There was even one night they invited you to hot pot!

So as your trip was coming to a close, you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad. You weren’t ready to leave yet. There was still more you wanted to see. If you decided to come to Inazuma on your own for vacation and not for work, you wondered if they’d host you once more. Glancing at your companion to the side, you smiled.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked with a twinkle in your eye.

When you asked that question, you really didn’t expect much, only for him to agree. It was a simple question, after all, one without any deeper meaning. So imagine your surprise when, instead of agreement, you were met with a wide-eyed Thoma and a few blushing housekeepers that happened to be walking by. Nothing could stop the start of panic that was beginning to tighten your chest.

“Did… I say something wrong…?” You asked hesitantly.

Thankfully Thoma was quick to recover. 

“Oh, no, it’s nothing. Don’t–”

He was suddenly cut off when one of the housekeepers rushed over and smacked him with a washcloth. 

“Don’t just brush off their feelings, Master Thoma! They were brave enough to confess how they feel on such a beautiful night. Show them the respect they deserve!” 

Your jaw dropped as the housekeeper then rushed away to peek at you both from behind the corner with the others. You felt tears beginning to form at the corners of your eyes. Oh archons, you really did say something wrong. What in the world did you confess? What did the moon symbolize in Inazuman culture? That you were having a bad time? That you hated him!? 

And Thoma, poor Thoma. He seemed just as caught off guard as you. His cheeks were flushed and his posture tense. Was it because of what you said? Yes, it definitely was. You said something completely wrong that ruined your friendship with him.

“Whatever I did, I’m sorry for saying that. I didn’t mean it,” you stuttered. “I… I’m going to head in. Goodnight, Thoma.”

“Wait, I–”

Ignoring the way he reached out to you and called your name, you then rushed back to the comfort and security of your room. 

You could not apologize enough that it was only after that misunderstanding was cleared late the next morning that the housekeepers finally let poor Thoma off the hook.

[gingerjolover]

hi!

i just wanted to update y'all that i have gotten all of y'alls requests and i am working through them! pls feel free to send ideas my way but i am writing that requests are closed on my masterlist until i catch up

i had a v busy day and then my night did NOT go as planned so i have a few more Halloween mini fics/blurbs to write and then i will be back to normal programming

thanks for your patience and i love u

<3

(enjoy this portrait of my wife and our child <3)

[rosewheresheshouldntbe]

Rose in the Lucky Luciano "you know I had to do it to em" sidewalk

> Rose: Do it to em.

[good-beanswrites]

And here's Emergency with Kazui for @qrevo, thank you for the request! I realized as much as Kazui's moment saving Fuuta lives in my brain, I haven't ever written anything for it, so have some more Kazui propaganda haha! (There's reference to violence, but no graphic descriptions or anything 👍)

Kazui may have joked that his reflexes were dulling with age, but they were still perfectly intact when called upon. He thought leaving his profession behind meant he’d no longer be the first responder to an emergency situation. He thought that he’d be done stumbling onto blood-covered scenes of victims and assailants. Milgram had proved him wrong.

He left many of the others in the common room, enjoying a lighthearted conversation after dinner. He stepped into the dim prison hallway, hoping to grab a cigarette from his cell and return in time to catch the end of Shidou’s story. 

There rose some shouting from up ahead. Kazui picked up his pace, but there was no need to get too worked up, he thought. Mikoto had been awfully loud in his cell after his verdict. Tensions were high among the prisoners, and squabbles broke out all the time. Even upon recognizing Fuuta and Kotoko’s voices, he figured the two were having one of their usual disagreements. 

It was only when he could make out some of Fuuta’s desperate words that his instincts kicked in.

“Help! Please! Is anybody -- aargk!”

Kazui’s feet were pounding across the prison before he had a moment to think. Everything snapped into focus. His time in Milgram had felt like some strange dream, but now his senses became completely clear. 

He followed the noise, now recognizing the sickening sounds of violence and agonized cries between each. Though he could already piece together what was going on, his training had him peer around corners and into cells to be sure there were no other threats. He went flying into Fuuta’s cell.

He had only a second to take in the scene. Kotoko was winding up for a kick -- another kick by the look of it. Fuuta was curled in a heap in the corner, his uniform straps tangled around him. His hands shielded his face. All of which, and the ground below, dripped with blood. 

Kazui took Kotoko’s arm, yanking her back before her boot could connect. She recovered much quicker from her surprise than he expected. She shifted her weight around, using new leverage to escape his grasp. As she took a swing at him, he suddenly recalled their earlier conversation about fighting styles. 

He blocked blow after blow. Damn, she was strong.

“Kotoko, what is all this? I’m not trying to hurt you, but you can’t --” Kazui grunted as she landed a solid hit. He continued rattling off some typical deescalation attempts, but she didn’t hear a word of it. She hardly even looked at him, keeping her eyes trained on Fuuta as they fought. 

“He’s a killer,” she said evenly. “Do you even know what he’s done?”

“Do you?”

“It’s unforgivable.”

“It’s not your call to make!” At last, Kazui managed to shove her outside the cell. She stumbled back. The two took a breath. 

She wiped blood from her lip where Fuuta must have struck back. “The warden knows this is true justice. You know it is, too.” 

Then, she disappeared around the corner.

Kazui stepped out to be sure she wouldn’t return. He ran back to Fuuta the moment she was out of sight. She wasn’t his top priority.

He found Fuuta mumbling to himself, still clutching his face. Kazui had only seen him with his confident, fiery attitude. He felt his stomach clench hearing the boy whimper in pain and fear. Kazui often forgot how young these prisoners truly were.

“Hey, it’s okay. She’s gone. Hey, look at me.” He gently took Fuuta’s hands, pulling them away to assess the damage. His face twisted at the sight. This was more than he was equipped to handle. 

Fuuta’s hands wrapped back around himself. He gasped for air. “She… please… I can't... my eye…”

“You’re going to be alright. Just stay with me.” In a swift motion, he swung Fuuta over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. The boy cried out, but Kazui was already on the move. He called to Shidou from down the hall. 

As soon as he set foot in the common area, he began giving orders. He told Shidou to examine Fuuta's condition, laying him on one of the tables. He demanded the others stay put until he could find Kotoko. He asked where the other guilty prisoners were. Most just gaped at him in shock. Though their delayed reaction was frustrating in the moment, he understood their surprise. He realized it was the first time he’d raised his voice since coming here. He’d always sat back and let the others take the lead; it was probably strange to see a laid back man like him suddenly taking charge.

Yuno leapt to her feet, already ignoring his warnings. He caught her with an arm before she could run out the door. “Oh god, Mahiru!”

“I’ll find her. Don’t leave.”

He turned on his heel and went running once more.

[coquelicoq]

i have so many strategies and policies for writing work emails. and the thing is i used to think they were all super self-evident, until i started training people who did not do ANY of this and it all had to be explained. i was like, i don't know why clients love me, maybe because i'm adorable? but then i discovered i actually had to tell my coworkers to say "thank you" in emails and was like hmmm. maybe it's because i'm adorable AND i say thank you in emails. further research is needed.

[ourpleboy]

it would be interesting to see DAVE cosplaying YOU and YOU cosplaying DAVE can you draw that? sending love

YEAHHH

[mildmayfoxe]

hahaha hey you guys guess what. you'll never believe it. got the guy who's in charge of my fraud case on the phone and he was like "who'd you give one-time security codes to yesterday" and i was like "the guy who called me from the fraud department after they noticed a weird login in florida??" and he was like "that was the fuckin hacker. you got got. IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!" i handed my entire savings over to a fucking guy on the phone on a silver platter. like some kind of fuckin rube. bro