#also: new tug 😎

[groenendaze]

✨ progress ✨

#flyball #sports #I’m just gonna start posting flyball progress vids like once a week so u all can have this #also: new tug 😎

[meanbossart]

A long over-due ask compilation (Art & Music)

It's vaguely based on a short story from the book "The Consumer" by Michael Gira, specifically "The Boss". I think it came up in conversation with a friend or something when I was picking a new username, so that's how we arrived at it - this was almost a decade ago so, my memory on it is a little hazy!

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HAHA thank you so much!!! Glad you enjoy what I do 😎🍻

I BELIEVE this little guide I put together over here might be helpful to you, also! I touched on pretty much everything you brought up.

As for reference material when it comes to facial expressions, I have a mirror next to my desk which I glance at often and make weird faces at LOL and for consistency, it's really a matter of learning to dissect and remember facial structure. It's just something you end up developing an eye for when you've done it for long enough! Naturally, if we're talking about drawing existing characters, it's always helpful to just look at some pictures of their mugs and take a minute to define what features about them make their faces recognizable - I touch on this at the link above as well!

I do plan on making a "drowstarion" (love that, by the way LOL) playlist eventually, life's just been kicking my ass and I hardly have the time 😭and when I do, I just wanna draw.

Otherwise I don't have any other playlists floating around at the moment, BUT the one my boyfriend made for his Vellioth comic can be found here, and it might scratch a similar itch!

Thank you! I believe this was in reference to this post. Something like that takes me about... An hour??? If we're talking just the colors, at least. Though that's a really rough estimate because I take a lot of breaks, so my sense of time when I work ends up pretty skewed. Even if the application of the colors themselves took less than 20 minutes I probably spent 2 hours just staring at it LOL.

My friend, I have no idea. I'm in a constant battle between "I want to draw more realistically" and "I want to simplify my art so I can draw more/faster". What you see is the result of that ongoing brain-tug-of-war.

Also, just the way I assume everyone else develops theirs - they see stuff they like and emulate it until their art is Frankensteinish enough to be it's own unique thing!

I'm far from a Type O Negative buff, BUT I'm happy to share some of my favorites with you! They're quite scattered across a couple of their albums so I'm not sure I have a favorite, but I would say October Rust is a good starting point.

In no particular order, these are my most listened tracks of theirs: -Love You to Death -Black N.01 -Haunted -She Burned Me Down -Can't Lose You -I Don't Wanna Be Me -Be My Druidess -September Sun -Tripping A Blind Man

Alas, I was one of those people who was already drawing in kindergarten 😅 though I would say I only started taking it seriously when I was around 15-16 years old. As someone who has tried their hand at several other hobbies since reaching adulthood, I get what you're saying that it can kinda feel like... You missed the wagon? I've felt that way about all kind of things lol

That said, I've seen adults managing to develop their art skills extremely fast and effectively before. Understanding where and how you need to improve, and how to follow lessons/guides best is something that is vastly improved by maturity and knowing how to best hone your time, attention, and resources - and those are skills we completely lack as children. So, I sincerely believe that as long as you commit yourself, you can definitely get to a point that you're happy with in a couple of years if not less.

JUST DO IT BUDDY we are all just people looking through a screen and you won't ever see, talk, or meet 99% of the folks who ever clap eyes on what you post. Whenever you start getting nervous about sharing something, take a minute to ask yourself why you're nervous, and if none of the reasons have any genuine substance besides being afraid of what people "might think", just go ahead and post it. You're no mind-reader after all, and if you are, I doubt you can hear what a guy from Argentina or wherever is thinking about the art you made.

Point is, nobody online can touch you 🤷and if someone doesn't like what you do, they can simply choose to not interact with it, and if they do you can block and move on. There are zero reasons for you to feel "bad" about putting up a doodle when our experiences on the web are so easily curated nowadays.

#ask compilation

[boxboxlewis]

Share a DVD commentary on Come get your honey

I'm so obsessed with this fic forever. Honestly I would read a line-by-line director's commentary of the entire fic but to rein it in I'm really curious about what Max is thinking throughout the fic? Daniel is so focused on how good the sex is (for him) and at times, how connected and possessive he feels toward Max, but is Max in that emotional space with him or is he focused more on the simple pleasure of it?

also! if you wanted to! i'd truly just chin-hands raptly listen to you talk about anything you wanted to talk about in this verse. like do they ever get together? do they ever have sex that is emotionally overwhelming for max / what would that look like?

ahhhh sarah ilu thank you! come get your honey is one of my secret favourites of my own children fics so i'm esp pleased you like it. dvd commentary below the cut :)

The first time Daniel and Max have sex is also the last time, has to be the last time, so Daniel tries to memorise every detail as it’s happening. Max’s stubble, spikier than Daniel might’ve expected / the awkward way he giggles when Daniel reaches for his belt / how he immediately apologises for the giggle, voice raspy, “Sorry, I just—” 

max is giggling here from NERVES bc he has had a big fat crush on daniel for one million years. however! he is a professional at Being Around Daniel Without Getting His Heart Broken, so he's also determined not to make a fool of himself.

Daniel has no fucking idea what to do with someone else’s dick, except, presumably, touch it in the same way he likes to touch himself, and he has low-key worried about this, when he’s thought about having sex with Max, which has been always, over the past few weeks/months/years, except as it turns out it’s not an issue because Max tells him exactly what to do: every bitten-back gasp from Max’s stupid-plush mouth when Daniel nips at his skin and then soothes it with his tongue, every motion he makes, the way his hips jerk up how he rolls his eyes at Daniel how he says “No, like this, here—”

the max pov of this scene is basically "oh my god how is daniel so hot and also so bad at this"

The next time Daniel and Max have sex is an error. A mistake, a lapse, a moment, and it’s Max’s fault, really. He looks at Daniel while they’re waiting for the pre-race press conference to begin and he smirks, and Daniel looks at his mouth: that’s it, that’s waiting the whole press conference with a half-hard dick and a racing pulse, that’s walking back to his motorhome when he’d rather run and texting Max “ok then” and texting again a minute later, “come over dick.”

max: [smiles hello at daniel]

daniel: AW yeah he wants that ricciardo D again 😎... come on OVER baybeeeee

He’d thought Max would be new to this, would be unsure, maybe, waiting for Daniel to take the lead, but Max is so comfortable, knows just what he’s doing, he shows Daniel how to use his fingers, he opens for Daniel so easily and beautifully, Max is good at getting fucked, and relaxed about it, which means he must’ve done it before, and probably not just a few times, probably lots of times.

daniel is right, max has had a lot of sex in this universe and he knows what he likes!

“You make me crazy,” he grits out, pressing his forehead into Max’s shoulder his collarbone, getting high from the smell of Max’s skin his armpit his hair, he’s trying to give it to Max so good Max will never go to anyone else for sex ever again, will just keep coming back to Daniel over and over and over and maybe if he thrusts deep enough hard enough at just the right angle he’ll make Max his wife— Max just laughs and kicks his heel against Daniel’s ass, says “Daniel, c’mon,” grips his hand in the back of Daniel’s hair and tugs Daniel’s head up and looks at him all cool and handsome and rolls his fucking eyes and pulls Daniel in and bites his lip, hard, and Daniel comes in an agonised rush, no grace no finesse much too soon. He hasn’t even gotten Max off yet, has to pull out and get his breath back and then make his way down the bed so he can get his mouth on Max’s dick and his fingers pressing back inside where Max is still loose and sloppy. He can feel Max’s fucking heartbeat inside his asshole, secret and lovely against his fingers, he can taste how close Max is to coming, and then Max is groaning, salt-bleach warmth coating Daniel’s mouth, choking him.

max is dying here. he likes daniel SO MUCH but also he's like "im literally giving this man a roadmap and a torch what is he doing"

Max has never in his entire life known when to stop. “I think I can tell maybe that you’ve mostly fucked girls.” He’s still tracing Daniel’s tattoos: the cherub on his forearm, now. “Because you kind of, you ignore my—uh.” Daniel guesses the “uh” is Max for “prostate.” He wants to die.

this is max being like "well naturally daniel would want to know if he is bad at sex, so he can improve" and just 100% not getting why it's painful for daniel to hear god bless

Max riding him is good, is better than Daniel could’ve believed, and Daniel can’t worry anymore whether it’s good for Max because it’s so fucking good for him. He can see Max like this, the entire glorious country that is Max’s body, whole vistas open for Daniel’s gaze. The softness of Max’s stomach / his puffed-up little nipples / his perfect fucking thighs, his perfect fucking thighs clamped around Daniel’s hips no one else’s. Daniel’s cock disappearing into Max’s body, Max’s frown, how he bites his lip, focussing, how he throws his head back and hisses when he finds an angle he likes. Daniel can reach up and pinch his nipple, cup his tit and draw a thumb across it, watch how Max flushes blotchily across his whole chest, he can follow Max into the rhythm he’s setting with his hips he can watch as each thrust makes Max’s eyelids flutter he can hope he can hope that this time he’s getting it right.

this time around is much better for max. good work, daniel

Daniel says “I have something I need to tell you, but you're not gonna like it,” and Max looks at him with wide eyes and says “Well don't tell me yet then,” and Daniel kisses him and thinks, one day.

max has some inkling of what daniel wants to say but he is TERRIFIED that he's wrong and maybe daniel will just be like "i think we should try reverse cowgirl" or something. so he elects not to hear it, so that the beautiful possibility that maybe daniel really likes him can live on a little longer 🥲 they do get together eventually but it takes a while!!

#smut asks #asks #maxiel #mv33 #dr3 #sarah this is so long lmao im sorry!!! #i am meditating upon your question about what emotionally overwhelming sex for max would look like in this universe #by “meditating upon” i mean “adding to my fic ideas list”

[myballsyourballs]

loved the itto fic. Now I need a submissive itto x male reader

Like, you edge him so much his ‘dominant’ side completely SHUTS OFF as he begs you for more- he expects you to be riding him but then you suddenly put your cock into him and he’s like

“Oh god this is new” - but he enjoys it

Hm I could say something like reader has been itto’s boyfriend for a while.

Anyways yeah

I love itto SO MUCH!!!1!1!1!1!!

something new

itto x top! m! reader

genre: 😏 (748 words)

warnings/tags: edging, overstimulation, handjob, penetrative sex

notes: i ALSO love itto so much. thanks to all my readers for requesting so much itto content😎

err in this, there's no preparation so lets just pretend that we're in a universe where prep isn't needed☺️

masterlist | make a request

nsfw under the cut !

“Ah— H—Hey! Stop pulling awa--ah...” Itto groaned, legs twitching around your shoulders and hips bucking into your hand.

Your thumb slipped over the slit of his cock, spreading the pearl of sticky pre-cum around the pink head. You hummed, "Once I'm satisfied."

His heels dug into the small of your back, Itto's face contorting as you began to stroke him faster, squeezing gently every time you reached the base of him.

"Oh-- please, I'm gonna cum--" he mumbled, letting out a wrecked moan. You pulled away, and he let out a small sob, squeezing his eyes shut. "Come on... please..." Itto whines, squeezing the sheets underneath his palms.

You dragged a finger up the underside of his weeping cock, chuckling softly as his back arched off of the bed. His hand moved from beside him, heading towards his cock before you gently slapped it away. "Be patient," you scolded, Itto groaning in response.

His chest heaved, hands now laying limply by his sides. “A—… are you gonna… ride me…? Please?” he mumbled, half lidded amber eyes staring up at you with dilated pupils. He whimpered as you chuckled, taking the gesture as a no. He loved it when you rode him — tight, warm walls encasing his cock with your whole body on display, just for him. He couldn’t imagine anything better.

Itto’s cock twitched and a guttural moan left his throat once the head of your dick pushed into his hole. No warning at all. His eyes widened comically, registering what was happening slowly. You pushed in further, Itto stretching around the shaft of your dick as it entered him. He shuddered. “Nnh… god, this is… n-new…” he trailed off, voice pitched slightly higher than usual. You weren't expecting his wrecked voice to effect you like it does, heat curling at the base of your spine and your cock twitching inside of him.

“Wow, Itto… you’re so tight. Relax a little, yeah?” You murmured into his ear, tracing a finger along his sweat-slicked chest. You pushed forward more, not stopping until your dick was buried to the hilt, hips touching the backs of Itto’s thick thighs. He let out a pathetic whine, eyes squeezing shut. Your cock slipped right over his prostate, pulsing and hot inside of him. You ground your hips into him, slow rolls that aren't too rough, letting Itto get used to the feeling. It takes every bit of your self-control to not start fucking him into the mattress.

“H—holy shit…!” Itto whined, throwing his head back and clawing at the sheets below him. You found it funny how Itto's head was completely muddled with pleasure already and you had only just started. “Please,” he sobbed, “fuck me…”

In awe of the writhing mess beneath you, a shudder wracked your body.

Itto, who was soon jerking his hips into the air in impatience, let out a loud whine as you pulled out -- not fully, only to the head. You slammed back in, Itto letting out a strangled noise and his hands flying to your hair, tugging harshly. He moans out your name, tears prickling the corner of his eyes. You start fucking him, creating a rhythm that has Itto's eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Itto's blubbering now, letting out a string of words that seems to be a mix of your name, please, and faster.

Your thrusts sped up, and Itto squirmed beneath you, rendered down to a moaning mess. Quickly, he pulled you down, lips clashing against yours sloppily. It wasn't a good kiss per-say, one full of teeth and tongue, but it was full of need. Itto was desperate for you, in every way.

Slowly, you recognised the warning signs of an orgasm forming in your abdomen. It seemed Itto wasn't far behind either, his moans increasing in volume and hands tugging at your hair harder. You pounded into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin emanating throughout the room.

Soon, Itto tensed up, muscles rippling underneath sweat-slicked skin, his cock bobbing and a near-scream rippling from his throat as he came onto his chest. His back arched, head thrown back and eyes rolling shut.

Coming down from his high, he sagged against the bed, grip relaxing as you used his body to reach your climax. White-hot heat filled your veins as you painted Itto's insides white, a groan spilling from your lips. You nearly collapsed onto Itto, holding yourself up on your elbows.

"Hah... maybe..." Itto huffed out, pausing, "...maybe we should do that again...

#itto smut #male reader #male reader smut #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x reader smut #genshin x male reader smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x male reader smut #itto x reader #itto x reader smut #itto x male reader #itto x male reader smut

[personne-writes]

Rise August Art Challenge

I stumbled upon @sariphantom's Rise August Art Challenge and it really hyped me up! Sooo, here's a one-shot covering two prompts: "April O'Neil" and "Sleepover". YES, I am on time for the second prompt 😎 Enjoy!

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Weird

1600 words, no particular warning needed

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"Pass me the screwdriver, will you?"

Donnie lets his hand open in the air for a couple of seconds, then another, before wiggling his fingers. When, still, nothing comes, he increases the volume a notch. 

"Screwdriver?"

No answer. 

Not bothering to pull his goggles off, Donnie tears his eyes away from the Turtle Tank radio system to look at the figure standing beside him. 

Leaning against the desk, April has her eyes locked on her phone, expression bored. 

Shrugging, he makes a few steps to get the tool and gets back to the matter at hand. He is deep into focus again when she suddenly decides to talk, distracting him. 

"Do you think I'm weird?"

The question is simple enough, and April’s voice is nothing but neutral. In reaction, Donnie's chuckle is immediate and genuine. 

"Oh, that's a good one," he grins, amused, putting his welder down on the table. 

"It is?" April asks. 

"I don't know, April, you tell me!” he says as he tugs at a few wires to test them. “You're the one attracting extraordinary situations like a magnet." 

"Right," she says, and something sounds off. 

Lifting his goggles over his forehead this time, Donnie turns to her and notices the slightest frown on her face. The social behavior studies he despises must have gotten something right, because surely enough, Donnie feels himself frown in return. 

"Oh snap," April jerks when her phone pings, "is it Wednesday already?!"

"Wednesday, August 16th," he provides absentmindedly. 

"CRAP!" she shouts, straightening up and walking away in a rush. "My English assignment! Gottagobye-"

"See you later," Donnie calls after her, and stares at the empty doorway for a second or two. 

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Later that day, the atrium of the lair is the theater of an impromptu brainstorming session. 

"We wanted to go for another Sewer Tire Ride. Why not bring her along?" Raph cheerfully suggests. "Those are always fun times!"

"Except when some of us get separated from the group," Leo mumbles as he fiddles with his skateboard's wheels. 

Mikey shakes his head with energy. "Guys, there's no way April will want to swim in the sewers." 

"Plus," Donnie adds, "it's not exactly an activity I'd call normal."

"But she ain't exactly normal either," Raph remarks. 

"Sheesh, Raph, you can't say to a girl she's weird," Mikey jokes, and misses the way Donnie flinches. 

"Well, it's not the first time she frets about this stuff," Leo points out, holding his chin. "She could probably use something classic, for once."

"Aaand we're back at the beginning of the conversation," Donnie sighs in defeat. 

"Let's focus for a second," Mikey says, holding one hand up in front of him, rubbing between his eyes with the other. "What's a thing we do that's both enjoyable and normal?" 

The silence that follows is so dense they can almost see it with naked eyes. 

"Okay then," Raph pushes, "what's a thing humans do that's both enjoyable and doable for us?"

"That eliminates everything sewers related," Donnie thinks aloud. 

"And Turtle Tank related," Mikey adds. 

"And heroes related," Raph pouts. 

Leo snaps his fingers. "Ooh ho ho, I think I know just the thing!" he says in his best I'm-awesome-and-I-know-it voice, which makes everybody subconsciously tense. He flips his mask tails before making finger guns at his self proclaimed twin brother. "Donnie, you're loaded, right?"

Donnie cringes. 

He doesn't like this. 

He doesn't like this one bit. 

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April’s conception of normality might be a bit skewed. 

“I found Mayhem in the streets,” she’d told her parents when she’d first brought her new pet home. It’s a mutant dog thingie I picked in a mad goatman’s lab, she hadn’t said. And it also teleports, she most certainly hadn’t added. 

“I’m going for a sleepover at my friends’!” she tells her parents now as she leaves with her backpack. You know, the giant turtles living in the sewers, she doesn’t say. Whose father is a rat formerly known as an action star movie, she definitely doesn’t add. 

On her way to the nearest manhole, she tries to take a guess at whatever the plan might be, knowing full well it’s a lost battle. The boys have been rather vague with their invitation, like they often are. Hey, you should come over for pizza night, they say before dragging her in a maze of death. Yo April, wanna come see Leo make a fool of himself as a basketball mascot? they ask and then end up playing against a full team of mystic monsters. Not that she minds, really; she’d die before admitting it, but that maze pizza might’ve been the best she’s ever had, and she finds herself having fun all the way with whatever situation they get themselves into. 

The thing is, there’s nothing in there that she can bring up in casual conversations with her classmates, which leads to her barely sharing any of her personal life at school. Which leads to her feeling like an outcast, at times. 

April’s nature being what it is, she doesn’t mull over it. Right now, she’s quick to shake the blues away, and she’s excited as ever when she reaches the lair. The boys greet her with a glee she’s delighted to see, and they start speaking all at the same time, explaining they’re actually going out for the week-end. That’s hardly the first time something like that happens, April thinks, not reading too much into it - okay, maybe she’s getting a little suspicious over the Hamato family’s growing agitation. Raph’s hands are stimming, Leo and Mikey keep on interrupting each other, Donnie has his sacred board shorts on and Splinter is carrying an honest-to-God suitcase. With wheels. 

She can’t help but squint skeptically when they leave the Turtle Tank in the garage and get in an old-school van instead - probably a rental car. Raph makes himself as small as he can to fit at the back of the van, and Donnie hits the road as soon as everyone’s settled. April’s wariness is short lived, though, with how easy it is to vibe with the pop music blasting on speakers; how funny it is to take sides when Raph and Leo fight over which song to put up next, how good it feels to join Mikey and Donnie as they sing their lungs out, or how amazed she is at the way Splinter recognizes the landscapes around them as they get out of New York. 

April half expects their destination to be some kind of yokai residence, or maybe something along the lines of a mystic cave. She’s actually surprised when they pull up in front of a cute, cozy, perfectly typical little cottage next to a pond, lost in the middle of nowhere. 

The boys jump out of the van like the seats have been burning their butts; April reminds herself they’ve probably never been driving for this long before. She’s glad to stretch her legs, too, and the excitement takes over her once more as they go exploring their house for the night, bickering over who gets to take which room, making “whoops” of victory with every new discovery in the closets and whistling in appreciation at the size of the bathroom, which looks like it can handle even Raph. 

If April wasn’t so thrilled, she would marvel at how casually the whole week-end flows, at how domestic and relatable this sleepover is. She’s too busy hosting a cannonball competition in the pond to think about how different it feels from their clandestine dives into New York rooftops’ pools. Too busy decorating her homemade pizza to realize how common the ingredients are. She’s so focused on her Monopoly strategies to try and remember when was the last time she played board games with anyone, and she’s too captivated by the local frogs’ loud singing at night to bother with any kind of late evening existential questioning. 

Her sleep is so sound that the rays of the sun aren’t enough to wake her up the next morning; she gives a silent nod to her past self for putting up an alarm and sneaks her way downstairs, fully intending on making breakfast for everyone. She revels in the way the smell of eggs and bacon wakes the whole house up, laughs at Leo’s repetitive yawns, puffs up at Mikey’s praises on her cooking. She smiles as Donnie instinctively checks his phone, forbids Splinter to wash the dishes - that’s the least she can do to express her gratitude - and joins Raph for a little morning jog around the pond. When they pack up again, each of them seems lighter than they had before the trip. 

It’s only on their ride back to the city that it dawns on her. There are a lot of things they could’ve done differently this week-end. They could’ve gone to a mutants-friendly place, or gotten some fancy Hidden City pizza. They could’ve traveled with the help of Leo’s portals, or stayed in the lair for a movie night like they usually do. She knows how sincerely she would’ve enjoyed each of these options.   

But the truth is that she’s glad for the road trip. She’s charmed with the cottage, and baffled with the simplicity of it all. 

This is definitely something she could tell her classmates all about, if she wanted. And maybe she will, when the opportunity presents itself. 

Right now, though, she’s just content to lay her head against Mikey’s shoulder and to drift off, lulled by the sound of Leo’s bragging about some imaginary victory at RISK and by the smoothness of Donnie’s driving. 

From then on, they pick a new place to spend the week-end at least once a year, and they all look forward to those moments just as much as the Lair Games. 

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #april o'neil #sleepover #rise august art challenge #sariphantom #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #writing

[hotmessmaxpress]

i'm in loooooove with your a/b/o au it's so good !

so now we have a healthy mated marc who just looks like the loveliest and sexiest omega on god's green earth. how do you think the pack and vale (love me some possessive vale) would react seen him getting hit on by another alpha in the paddock ?

Hahahaha the mental image of this is hilarious to me because tiny sexy marc walks around basically Being Hot and Talented so obviously every alpha within 100km wants to rail him into next week, but fundamentally marc is, before all else, Down Bad for vale. Marc was literally going to let himself die rather than get mated to an alpha that wasn’t vale. He’s insaneeeee

So alphas are like ‘😎 I bet I can change his mind’ and strut up trying to be all sexy and cool and marc is like ‘oh [whatever thing you just said] sounds very cool but did you know that [something relating to vale or his pack]’ and alphas immediately go ‘ohhhhhh he’s crazy! I get it now’ and wander away

So the rest of the pack doesn’t really have time to react to marc getting hit on because alphas are very quick to realize they aren’t getting anywhere lolll

But let’s say that there was some uniquely thick alpha who wasn’t getting the picture:

Marc is being interviewed by some podcaster he doesn't recognize. They're on camera, sitting in two chairs in the middle of the paddock at the end of a long day. The interviewer is speaking Italian, and Marc is happy to show off how his skills has improved since joining the VR46 pack.

The interviewer is being a little familiar, though. He keeps touching Marc's arm, and complimenting his appearance instead of his riding, and Marc is starting to get a little uncomfortable. He pastes on his PR smile and tries to focus on his grammar as he responds to the questions.

Vale and Luca come upon the two, ready to leave the paddock in the evening. Marc had the interview on his calendar, so they knew they would have to wait on him a bit as he finishes up, but as soon as they see Marc they know. They can see Marc's PR smile that doesn't touch his eyes, and they see as the interviewer touches Marc's arm again.

Marc pulls his arm away and folds his hands in his lap, hoping the interviewer will get the message. His eyes flick up and meet Vale's for a moment before they return to the interviewer.

Vale takes a step forward without thinking, ready to go grab his mate and put the interviewer in his place. Luca stops him with a hand on his arm, tugging him back.

"They're on camera."

Vale growls. "So?"

"You don't want to be that alpha, do you? Marc can take care of himself. You can wait until the interviewer is done to go rip that guy a new one."

Vale growls, low in his throat, as they wrap the interview up. When the camera turns off and the interviewer holds his hand out to shake, Vale strides toward the two.

Luca follows closely behind, to keep Vale in check but also to check on his brother's mate. Marc can handle himself, but that doesn't mean he should have to deal with an alpha who oversteps his bounds.

Marc steps up to Vale and tucks his nose into his neck, scenting him and relaxing as he feels the safety of his alpha. Luca steps up next to him, and wraps him in a hug as Vale lets him go to turn to the interviewer.

Marc and Luca watch as Vale growls at the interviewer.

"Can you not see that he isn't interested?"

The interviewer rolls his eyes. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

Vale growls again, stepping toward the interviewer. Despite his posturing, the interviewer takes a step back.

"You don't need to put your hands on an omega that isn't interested in you, especially one that is clearly mated. If you want to keep interviewing in MotoGP, you better keep yourself under control. There's no place for an alpha that can't control himself in this sport."

The interviewer seems to take that for the threat that it is. Vale isn't just any alpha; he's Valentino fucking Rossi, and if he doesn't want someone in the paddock he can easily make that happen.

The interviewer opens his mouth as if to respond, and Vale growls. It's not directed at Luca but it still makes a shiver run down his spine. The interviewer's eyes wide and seems to think better of responding. Instead, he turns to go to his cameraman and wrap up.

Vale turns to where Luca and Marc are observing.

"Oh, gross," Luca groans. He can clearly smell how aroused Marc is at Vale's little display. "You two can get your own ride back to the hotel."

Luca pulls out his phone to call Bezz as he beats a hasty retreat away from the grossly affectionate pair.

Marc smiles and steps toward Vale, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

"So... hotel?"

#marc and vale are so gross for each other #alphas still wanting to try to hit on him is lowkey valid though #marc is just that hot!!! #motogp ask #rosquez a/b/o au

[hotxcheeto]

Hello !

Since you do write for Caitlyn I hoped to request some poly Caitvi headcanons of them with a s/o who's childhood was tragic/sad so their inner child comes out too often in their adulthood?

Some ideas of their behavior would like: buying toys out of impulse, getting distracted by any bug on their way, making cute outfits for plushies, gets super excited around pets (literally adore them) and when they fuck up is really obvious cause they get all quiet and anxious thinking the worst over little things.

So yeah that's the vibe I'm going for😎.

I'm writing a character and I need some feedback to be honest. Hope you can help me !

━ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 / 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐍

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x G/N!Reader x Caitlyn Kiramman 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, alludes to rough childhood, mentions of arguments and being judged, mentions of fear of doing something wrong, alludes to anxiety, mentions of overthinking, I think that's it?

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I hope you enjoy hun! I based some of it off my own experiences but it's also 430am rn so I did my best lol! thank you darling! i hope your character writing is going good!

Let's be clear, these two are amazingly great with taking care of you, even before you told them about some of your 'issues' as you used to call them

Caitlyn was the first to notice, once you both began spending a lot more time together

She knew you'd dress up cute, you put in a lot of effort into your appearance and you reminded her of a little shop doll dressed up among the other girl, boy and other dolls she'd seen

It was fun and a bit different from the sophisticated nature that comes with Piltover

Also loves your stuffed animal collection, but maybe not as much as you

She finds it adorable you treat them like your children and Vi, well when it comes to Vi she very much indulges in it

Listens to you when you name each one and tell them both their backstories and go into details about their birthdays

They remember them too

Vi loves you so much though, since you're helping her heal without even realizing

You don't care when she snuggles up under your blankets around your teddy bears and talks to you quietly while Cait makes you all tea to drink

It makes her feel like a child, and you don't mind either because she's listening to you and actually interested in you

Cait tucks you both in after you fell asleep reading a book together with you telling Vi the entire story and Vi finding you very pretty to look at

All cuddled up in her giant bed made to fit the entirety of your plushies she made sure to cuddle you both immediately after

They both always make sure you're comfortable with things as well, getting overwhelmed in public situations isn't new for you

They're very overprotective of you

Especially around other people who notice that sometimes you'll act childish and point out something cool to one of them

Whether it be a pretty butterfly or a street performer you found so awesome you had to tug on Caitlyn's sleeve to show her

Vi doesn't have any of it when someone is rude to you, that's for sure

And Cait focuses her attention to you always and makes sure you're alright at the time

They knows you mean well, even when it can get frustrating and they're trying to focus and you're wanting attention

But they'll never ever tell you because it goes away within a few seconds when they see that smile on your face, and it was like they never felt it at all

You'll bring them things while they're busy and they'll always stop to listen to you go on about whatever topic popped in your head

or to see whatever cool toy or trinket you'd brought home

Vi had accidentally been a bit rude to you one time on accident before and felt awful for it

Did EVERYTHING to make it up to you, and I mean EVERYTHING

She felt so bad

You cried for five minutes before the ice cream she offered became a bit too enticing along with the bear hug she gave you

You forgot about it after honestly but she still thinks about it

Lets you sit on her lap all the time because you like the comfort it brings

It makes you feel small and she holds you nice and tight in her big arms with her head resting on your own

Vi loves to love you and you're so sweet to her it makes her feel undeserving

You'll hug and sit with her always

Seeing her as your biggest and best teddy bear

Hearing you say that nearly made her cry

When you give her special nicknames and kisses whenever just because you know she loves you and it makes you feel good that you're making her happy

Caitlyn gives me motherly vibes and it unintentionally goes to both you aswell

You when you're sad and want her to sit you on her lap and hug you close

Or make you food while you kick your legs back and forth sitting on the counter telling her about what you and Vi seen around the city while she worked

Vi loves taking you to a cupcake shop nearby

Speaking of that, they love bringing you pretty sweets home to see that light on your face

They love it

And you love it because they're thinking about you and you weren't entirely used to that

You just love making them happy, and you know why and where it stems from, but it makes you happy

Vi loves when you talk about everything when you guys walk together down the street

Every little thing, you'll bring it up

She has this game where you'll point at people and come up with life stories for them

She'll have you giggling for hours, ready to pee your pants from how hard your laughing

And when you walk into the toy store to 'just look around' Vi finds herself paying for a few new stuffed animals and maybe a few dresses and suits for them

And a little tea set that you couldn't pass up

Walking down the street holding a ton of bags while you're carrying a fancy little box with your cups in it

A smile on your face as you talk to a few kids on your way

But it's all worth it

Though, that's the good side of it all, the cute side they love

But sometimes Caitlyn and Vi argue, it's VERY VERY rare if impossible that you're in an argument with them mostly because you just don't argue

But they do, rarely, but it can get bad when they do argue

You feel stuck between them both, but they'd never ask to make you choose a side unless you say something

You don't though, afraid that you'll hurt the other and they'd hate you for it

It's like being stuck between two parents arguing

You hate it when they're mad at each other, even if it's not for long because by the time night rolls around you're all snuggled up in bed tracing skin and pressing light kisses against your cheeks

Or sometimes you mess up

Like the time you broke one of Caitlyn's favorite glass teacups

You wouldn't look at her, afraid of what you'd see when you finally told her

She'd been asking if you were okay for at least an hour

Wouldn't say a word to Vi while she watched the interaction, you just stared at the floor

But they were just glad you were okay, Caitlyn didn't care about the cup she thought you were hurt

You were a bit shocked to say the least but it made it easier to come to her when you did something you deemed bad

But to your surprise, she was never mad

Sometimes she'd even laugh, and get you back to your good mood by making you smile

And when you overthink too much about something you did she sits and talks you through it the entire time

Vi can tell when you're lying to her very easily

So when you're overthinking about something you said, or maybe a small thing you did to one of them or to someone else

She talks you through it all like Caitlyn taught her

Because she knows you're freaking out quietly over nothing

But to you it's everything, in the moment anyway

Until she reminds you that she'll beat anyone and everyone up and she's got you laughing and Caitlyn smiling from across the room

Vi's good at distracting and desire

Caitlyn's good at calming and comforting

They're perfect for you, because they take good care of you and you take great care of them

#arcane vi #arcane vi x reader #vi x you #vi x yn #vi x y/n #vi x reader #vi x caitlyn #caitlyn #caitlyn kiramman #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman x reader #caitlyn x reader #arcane #arcane netflix #arcane league of legends #vi arcane #nevy writes #violyn #nevy wr

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

How about number 8? (An arm sneaking around a waist, holding them close?)

hi nonny! thanks for the prompt :)

here it is 😎 i will also put it under a read more here 😗

It was quiet ‘round the diner, something that didn’t happen often. Jet and Pois had taken The Girl over to the markets, yelling something about an iguana exhibit down in Four. So that left Fun Ghoul and The Kobra Kid, wandering around and doing mind numbing house maintenance and the likes. They hadn’t really talked in a while, just getting on with chores around each other. It was nice for a while, the domestic-ness of it all.

But, as Kobra pulled the laundry basket onto his hip and padded outside to hang it up, he realised how boring it was. Nothing was going on! He missed the race track, the proper heat of the desert, the smell of rubber burning as he fought to escape dracs. The life.

Kobra perched himself on the back of his armchair, flipping idly through a ‘zine. He’d read it before, but whatever. Not like there was anything else to do around here. 

New race gun, seen it. Piece on Dr D, nothing accurate in there, they’d radioed him to laugh about it when it came out. Boobs, whatever. Oh, a bike mod, he’d skipped that last time- Hey!

Ghoul stood next to him, shit eating grin on his face and frilly apron around his waist. Kobra’s ‘zine was now in his hands, held just out of reach. 

“Whatcha readin’, K?”

As he speaks, Ghoul sneaks an arm around Kobra’s waist, squeezing him closer absently as he examines the ‘zine. Any thought of protest, of oi, that’s mine, give it back, dies on Kobra’s tongue. Oh. 

At Kobra’s silence, Ghoul whines, “Aw c’mon babe, don’t be like that!” tugging on Kobra’s midsection until they’re hip to hip.

Kobra inhales sharply, breath hitching in his throat at the contact, whole body tense. 

Ghoul rolls his eyes at The Kid, tossing his ‘zine back at him. “Witch, okay, sorry. You can have the ‘zine.” He drops his head onto Kobra’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Kobes, I’m jus’ bored.”

A moment passes, before Ghoul registers the fact that the ‘zine still lay on the couch, Kobra had made no motion to grab it back. 

“Hey, shit, ‘s wrong?” He brings his other hand up to Kobra’s cheek, eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Y’mad abou’ the ‘zine? I- I shouldn’t’ve done that mi cielo, I know how much you-”

Wait. Kobra’s cheek was hot under Ghoul’s hand, face flushed almost as dark as his jacket. But why would he- ohhhhh. 

The pieces slotted themselves together, and Ghoul’s brain caught up to his hips, his hands and his face. The touch was so second nature to him, so obvious and natural, that he barely even noticed. But it seemed that Kobra did. 

He quickly pulls his arm away, not wanting to make his partner uncomfortable.

‘Wait, no no no,’ Kobra thinks, panicking at the idea of losing the contact. His waist felt so cold without Ghoul’s arm slipped around it, without their hips pressed together. ‘Come back.’ Kobra grabs for Ghoul’s arm, knuckles tightening around it already. He didn’t mean to hold so tight, but Witch, what was he going to do if Ghoul left?

Their eyes lock, and Kobra draws Ghoul’s hand back to his waist, breath stuttering ever so slightly in the space between them. “N-No, it’s not- I like you being here. Like you… t-touching me, I mean.” Fuck. God, that sounded dumb. That sounded so stupid. “Wait, no, shit, I- I didn’t- I meant-”

“Kobes.” Ghoul grins, stepping up so his knees are on the chair’s arm and he’s facing The Kid. “Why didn’ ya jus’ say so?” He slides his free hand around the back of Kobra’s neck, leaning up until their foreheads press together softly.

“Can you… uh… can we…” Kobra’s voice trails off into Ghoul’s mouth, gasping as their lips find each other. He supposes that the kissing and the holding hands and shit came with the boyfriend title, but every time, it caught Kobra off guard. Every time, it felt new, and exciting and it set his blood on fire. Every time, he had to stop and think- wait, does he… does he like me? 

And every time, his question gets answered, when he pulls away to see the biggest fucking smile on Ghoul’s face, to see him with that adoring look in his eyes, staring almost… lovingly. At him.

“Hey. Hey, mi cielo. Read to me?” 

“Sure,” he whispered.

As Kobra started to read aloud, climbing down from the back of the couch and tangling a hand through Ghoul’s hair, he realised. He wasn’t bored anymore.

#:D #piper's askbox #piper writes #funkobra #fun ghoul #kobra kid #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #fanfiction #mcr #< the killjoys are not mcr but i need to keep my blog organised lmao #ao3

[the-starfleet]

Hey there Jas,

I’m curious: What’s your favorite type of content to see being made by the Tugs fandom?

I’m quite new here (and so is my drawing tablet, lmao) so I’ve been trying to get a good idea of what people are into!

hey nebbs, how are ya 👉😎👉

honestly, i'm into a lot of things when it comes to the fandom itself. the art, the different ways people interpret the same characters, the writing, close to everything! with a show that has a lot of stuff behind it that wasn't in the show itself, there's SO MUCH to work with and it's amazing!

also i don't think i ever told you this but welcome to boat hell, glad to have you here!

#jas says a thing #this is tugs #bigg city port #ask #ask response #thanks for the ask! #mutuals!!