#my commissions will be open for another month if anyone is interested

[thatgothsamurai]

vegas with his iconic witchy shirt✨⭐🌙☀️✨

#finally completed another wip🥲 #always wanted to draw this shirt but it's actually pretty troublesome🥲 #anyway.. #would anyone be interested if i do this kinda bust up commission?🥺 #i might.. open comm next month.. #amen #vegas theerapanyakul #kinnporsche the series #kp fanart #fanart #my art #nandskarth

[ryanmarshallryan]

I've been having a lot more people reach out about the vore stories I write, so thought I'd throw it out there if anyone wants to donate to help me have more time to write stories, or likes my style and wants to commission something let me know over dm!

I usually write thinking from a prey perspective, but was feeling hungry after eating salads for a month and switched to pred for this story.

DIET BACKFIRED

I love my weight. I think my belly looks great on me. When I see those old statues of historical figures with dad bods I see myself and love it. But after gaining 25 pounds in a few months from stress, I decided to try out a diet for a bit, just to be cautious of my health. Man, it was hard. And this morning my hunger took control.

I was preparing a salad, heated up some chicken to mix in, sprinkled in some shredded cheese, spinach, lettuce, cucumber, tomato and such. All I could think about was how wonderful it would feel to have a full belly again. Not just feeling satisfied, but pigging out and shoving as much down my maw as possible. Feeling the gainer bug while also trying to diet was not going to work for me. I tore through my cabinet to find an old box of cookies. I opened the box, came to my senses and closed it, then decided I didn’t care and ate the remainder in one sitting. To try to slow myself down and tire out my palette, I tried to eat a bunch of lettuce, but then added a bunch of croutons and snacks without thinking. I still felt hungry, but just left the kitchen to stop myself.

Later, I hung out with my work-out buddy, Max, and vented about my hunger, “I’m still eating a lot! Just replacing chips with a lot of low fat snacks. So if the quantity of food I’m eating is the same, why am I always feeling sooooo hungry? Ugh.”

“Bro, sounds like you need a cheat day. But, hey, if you’re stressed about having too much high fat food, I can help you eat big while still holding back on the chips.”

“Well it can be helpful to sit with the feeling for a while. So if you start feeling hungry, write down exactly what you are craving and what that feels like. By the time you are done writing it out, if you’re still hungry for it… go for it. If the feeling passes, then move on,” Max continued.

“I’m sure we could try it, but I don’t see how much of a difference it’ll make.” I replied. I knew Max worked as some sort of private personal trainer or something on the side, so I felt inclined to believe him, but my stomach was doubtful.

After our workout, we visited a smoothie place and got large chocolate banana protein smoothies (after writing out what I was craving and waiting a moment before deciding to go through with it). I sucked mine down so fast I got a mild brain freeze.

“So how are you feeling? Hungry for another one?” Max asked, playfully placing a hand on my gut and giving it a quick rub.

“Ugh, I would totally go for a burger and fries right now… no, onion rings… actually both,” I replied, as Max handed me a notepad and pen. I wrote down the menu in my mind and thought about how it can be nice to feel so full without another care in the world.

“It’s been a few minutes… still hungry?” Max said with a sly smile.

“What do you think?” I asked him, lifting my gym shirt up to reveal my hairy belly, which gave a perfectly timed gurgle.

Max drove to my favorite burger joint and ordered a few meals and insisted on paying “This is my idea, don’t worry about it… for science!”

After downing two large burgers, a full bag of onion rings and a couple sides of fries, plus an apple that came with Max’s meal that he was too full to finish, I sat with my gut extended out in front of me.

Max leaned over to me, pulled my shirt up over my belly and patted it with his closed fist as if knocking at a door, “So how are you doing, hungry guy?” He put his ear to my side and listened intently to the stomach gurgles, occasionally making sounds of “Mmm,” “Yes, I see,” “Interesting.” I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of Max speaking to my belly.

“What’s so funny about listening to your gut? Intuitive eating is no joke,” Max said with a joking smile, “What is your stomach telling you?”

I thought for a moment, grabbed the notepad and wrote down ‘Though I should be full and done eating… Ice cream would hit the spot right now… Surely that would fill me up, and fill the void the low fat snacks have opened.’ I handed Max the written note.

Max looked from my belly to my eyes with a poker face, “I know just the place.”

In a few minutes we rolled up to Max’s apartment. Inside he pulled out some pints of cookies and cream ice cream and some mint chocolate chip. He handed me a spoon and opened the containers and sat across from me.

“Do you want me to get a bowl?” I asked.

“Nah. Try to intuitively eat. Just eat until your body feels done.”

“So… eat until there’s a nationwide ice cream shortage?”

Max threw his head back laughing, “If we get to that point, maybe we’ll pivot to a new tactic, but for now, feel free to eat as much as you want.” He looked endearingly into my eyes, and I felt my gut rumble, whether by digestion or hunger, or both, I couldn’t discern.

As I scooped down ice cream, we chatted about hunger, about scarcity mindset when it comes to food, and he told me some interesting facts about digestion and how to make room in one's stomach faster than normal by laying on the left side.

“Is this the stuff people need to know for your personal training work and such?” I asked.

“Personal training stuff?” Max gave a look of puzzlement then laughed, “I think I said that sarcastically a while back. A few guys pay me to help them gain weight and eat big. So sort of a personal trainer, but kind of the opposite effect that most would expect.”

“Ohhh, this tactic makes a bit more sense now,” I replied, continuing to eat the ice cream.

“Well, I thought if I encouraged you to experience the ability to eat as much as you want without restriction, you’ll realize that you don’t have to eat everything. It sounds like you are always hungry, because you are always denying that you want food.”

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true,” I went to scoop up more ice cream then realized I’d eaten all of it.

“How are you feeling?” Max asked, rubbing the top of my belly.

I felt a grumble deep in my stomach.”I can definitely feel my belly full of food, but I also could definitely do the whole thing all over again.”

Max considered me for a moment, then started listing off some random digestion facts again. He put his head on my stomach again, lifted my shirt off my body, listened again, took his hands and gently opened my mouth wide and peered down my throat, until I started laughing and he couldn't hold my mouth open.

“What are you doing? You think my stomach is gonna speak back to you in English?” I joked.

“No… but I wonder if I could better understand your hunger if I could better see inside your gut. Hmmm, maybe even just peering down your esophagus…”

“Don’t you need a fancy scope for that or something?”

“Not if you’re willing to relax your throat for a moment…” Max said. I shrugged, and he straddled my lap and shoved his head into my mouth. I could feel his energetic breathing against my tongue and wondered how on earth he could see anything down my throat with his head blocking light from the outside.

I heard a muffled “I’d like to see a bit further…” and felt him push his whole body forward into me. His shoulders shoved their way into my maw and stretched my jaw wide like an opera singer. I choked a little bit feeling his scratchy hair make contact with my uvula and the bottom of my tongue. I reflexively closed my lips over his skin and swallowed as the hair and breath tickled my maw. I realized that my peristalsis must have taken a bit of control, because I was surprised to see that I was looking down at his lower back with his arms pinned to his sides. I felt his nipples and pectoral muscles sliding against my tongue and felt his head squeezed tightly through my lower esophagus. What was going on? Though the sensation was filling me with dopamine and adrenaline, I realized that somehow my body was getting ready to eat a whole human, so I mentally prepared myself to try and regurgitate him. But instead I felt him force himself deeper into my throat, as his feet pushed off against the floor, and his upper torso wriggled and squirmed to slide deeper into me. I felt a sloshing in my gut, and heard a muffled intake of air and the continuation of more digestion facts being spewed out of Max’s ever curious mind obsessed with digestion.

Since Max seemed so intent on getting inside my stomach, and I knew I would need to breathe soon, I decided to help him out. I lifted his legs up over my head and felt gravity pulling him down my throat. I pulled his gym shorts and such off him and felt the interesting texture of his little belly over his abs, mixed with gym sweat and belly hair, felt past his hard on and groin, and his thick thighs as they all passed over my tongue and against my soft palate. My stomach finally began to feel full, as it sloshed with its soupy contents of dinner encasing Max’s squirming upper body. I knew Max’s hands had been freed from the tight grip of my esophagus as my inner stomach felt a peculiar tickling sensation with Max rubbing it from the inside. I felt him poke around and heard his muffled casual observations about my stomach.

I felt Max’s muscles seize up as he put his legs together tightly and let them slide easily down my throat. I felt his cold feet tickle my tongue, uvula and esophagus until they finally plopped into my stomach and I felt my throat open enough for me to exhale and breathe in more oxygen finally.

I took a few moments to gather my thoughts and catch my breath, feeling Max move around and curl up into a ball inside my tight stomach. I looked down to see the bulge his head made toward the top of my belly, with other odd bumps sticking out that I assumed were his knees and feet pressing up against my stomach walls. I felt his clammy hands push up against my stomach as he surveyed his new situation.

“Max, I forgot to write this craving down first.” I said, jokingly.

“Don’t worry I already did!” I heard him shout back, hearing it almost come up through my own throat. I stared in confusion at the opened notepad next to me and flipped to the last written note that read ‘Ice cream and everything else isn’t satisfying enough. Maybe eating me will do the trick. - Max’

My belly gurgled in surprise, “You planned for me to eat you?”

“I did shove myself down your throat, didn’t I?”

“But why would you -”

“Hey you didn’t try and stop me, bud,” he replied. I felt a pat against my belly, and shivered a little bit.

“Yeah, but I thought you just wanted to glance inside, but you wriggled in deeper!”

“Are you mad that I did?” Max asked. I felt him shifting his weight inside my gut and resting into me.

I considered the events of the night. I had really craved a day to just eat all I wanted, and Max gave all that to me and more. Even though I definitely didn’t expect him to force his way onto the menu, my belly felt much more satiated than it had been. “... I’m not mad at you… just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into… but I do have a confession.”

“What is it?” Max asked, shifting around and pressing his head up against the place where my hand was resting on my belly.

“I could go for some orange sherbert right now… I think your diet tactic failed.” My stomach added a large grumble and groan in agreement.

“Failed for you, maybe. But I’m cozy!” Max tried to stretch out a bit and I watched my stomach bulges shift in a funny manner, and felt my belly tighten and knead Max in response. “Plus, I think I figured out why you’ve been so hungry lately.”

“And what have you discovered?”

“That you should have eaten me ages ago! Once I’m digested into belly fat you’ll have more energy stored in your cells for longer, so you won’t be as hungry all the time! It’s simple science,” Max replied matter of factly.

“I’m not sure that science is sound, but as long as you’re happy, I’m fat and happy.”

“If you don’t think the science is sound, maybe you ought to repeat the experiment. Have a cheat day every once in a while,” Max replied, as he curled into a tight ball again and let my stomach relax and get to work over him. “I know I’ve been seeing that cute guy at the gym drooling over your gut, you know, the one who always wears that green hat? I’m sure he’d love to be a part of your next cheat day once you’ve had enough of your salads and diet again.”

I enjoyed the peace of feeling Max getting comfortable deep in my gut. I took deep breaths and felt my diaphragm move Max around slightly as my chest expanded and contracted. “Maybe I’ll ask him. But I’ll leave it up to him whether he wants to take it as far as you did tonight.” I rubbed my belly and stared, mesmerized at the lumpy spots on my belly indicating Max’s body relaxing against my stomach walls. I felt his heartbeat in polyrhythm against mine, with his breathing patterns tickling my stomach walls. I tasted the lasting flavors of his skin on my tongue, mixed with ice cream and other sustenance I had downed throughout the evening. Good thing we worked out first, to balance out this sharp intake in calories. So I suppose even if I had a cheat day from my diet, eating a whole human balances out to be healthy, right?

#gayvore #male vore #m/m vore #fat

[grouper]

about to quit my job commissions

hi, i'm David. I'm an 18 year old trans guy and I'm about to quit my job to save my mental health.

i've worked there for 2 months, and the situation has been getting steadily worse. to start off, i was not allowed breaks despite the employee manual i was given saying i am entitled to them after 3 hours. the work environment is also toxic and unsanitary, there were flies everywhere and my managers consistently were adversarial to me.

after having spoken to another employee from my work, i also learned that they were treated differently due to them being AFAB, as i was as well. the misogyny in the workplace was a serious problem.

soooo yeah i'm quitting cold turkey. i do have another job lined up, but it's not confirmed and i'm still going to need a little extra cash for food and transportation to university which is across the city from me.

so i'm opening my commissions!

i'll do furry art, fanart, nsfw, mecha, portraits and ship art. i wont do anything in regular dni criteria.

sketch - 5$

(simple detail, some colour if specified.)

lineart - 25$

full colour - 40$

dm me if interested.

donations are also greatly appreciated, my p@ypal is linked in my bio if anyone can spare anything.

please reblog if u can't do anything else. it really helps.

#pleaseee reblog #commissions #scp #star trek ds9 #deep space 9

[crownedinmarigolds]

Welcome to my art/hobby/fandom/etc blog! My name is Kelsey, CrownedinMarigolds on Tumblr, and I've been on this website since 2012? Yep I'm an ancient being. If you're interested in supporting me or giving me a little tip for doin' what I do, here is my KO-FI! Zero pressure of course.

My favorite subjects to draw are primarily OC based, and the sandbox I play in is usually Vampire the Masquerade/World of Darkness! But of course I love all manner of TTRPG. While I have things I like consistently, I will reblog and talk about all kinds of different things that may be out of left field! This is my mish-mash blog, just be warned! I'd also like to shout out my true love, my muse, my baby-daddy: @thesixthplaneteer. He's a very talented writer and a lot of my work and his work are intrinsically tied together! Most of my OCs are drawn with his and his work provides some context for all the fun things I draw for us!

My art commissions are: officially closed so that I may spend time with my family for the summer!

My quick-sketch commissions are always open! These will close officially in the month of June as I will be out of town.

If you're interested in commissioning me, please see my commission information here! Here are examples of my work//my art tag in case you'd like to get a feel of my art style before making a decision. I love a messy and painterly style so please understand that before reaching out!

Here is how I usually schedule my time when I'm working on commissions, in case you were interested!

OC Directory beneath the cut, just felt like making it!

My OCs:

Noa Hidalgo-Giovanni - my main OC, my Giovanni/Hecata necromancer! I will probably draw her across multiple AUs/fandoms so don't be surprised to see her.

Khloe Osborne - my current VTM/V5 PC in my husband's chronicle, The Poisoned Peach, ATL by Night! She is a Ventrue Thinblood, in a coterie with three other Thinbloods as they try to stop the Atlanta Camarilla from enslaving the local Thinblood populace! I also like to put her in Baldur's Gate 3 art too.

Parvati - another favorite character of mine. She was originally my first real Pathfinder PC that I played for a long time. I also started writing a book about her titled Crowned in Marigolds, sort of based on the Pathfinder world she had been placed in. She is now my Vampire the Masquerade Ravnos Elder who is in the Ministry/Followers of Set!

thesixthplaneteer's OCs (the OCs I treat like mine but are actually not!)

Dr. Nythanel Loken PhD- Elder Thinblood, the Thriceborn! The big favorite and Noa's other half. Cute and full of the audacity!

Ralph - The perfect man - a Thinblood that got cursed with the Nosferatu bane (lite). He's Khloe's boyfriend in my current Chronicle. Former Spec Ops but Embraced out of spite because he was hot. (Did NOT go well for the sire!)

Stakebait Coterie - The group Ralph and Khloe are a part of which also includes Christian and Kyle! The four best friends that anyone could have!!

#crownedinmarigolds #personal #pinned post 2 - updated 03.09.24 #information post #about the blogger #about me #oc directory

[riddle-me-ri]

prompt: arkham knight penguin and a f!reader's relationship is already on thin ice when things finally come to an explosive end. Can Oswald mend the relationship or was it always doomed to end this way?

a/n: phew!! finally after a weird anxious busy hectic couple of weeks I finally finished my other commission! It was interesting to get a commission for one of the pengys this time around! As always thanks so much again to the anonymous user that commissioned me and to anyone that commissions me. I'm still wrapping my head around the idea of people genuinely paying me to write about my favorite characters, it's so mind-boggling to me lol

Content Warning: angst, relationship conflict (arguing, fighting, break up/makeup), and strong language. 

Word Count: 4k

Arkham Knight Penguin x F!Reader - Come Back to Me

Oswald had his hands caged around his head as he leaned his elbows against his desk. 

A corded phone was rendered cordless along with its receiver after being beaten and thrown across the room. 

The fire burning on the end of his cigar was nothing compared to the fiery rage consuming his entire body. 

Before the phone was put out of commission. The last bit he heard was his men getting their asses beat and the undeniable sound of an explosion. 

There goes another fucking weapons cache. All thanks to the bloody Dark Knight and his lackey Nightwing–

Oswald’s grip tightened on his bald scalp. His teeth almost biting the nicotine stick in two in agitation. 

Sooner or later the old Dynamic Duo will be coming straight for him. 

Oswald began mapping out a game plan. Secure the last of the caches, finalize the two ongoing deals and begin making tracks to different locations for the remaining caches…

~

All the while, you were making your way to his office. 

As you walked down the long hallway, you tried to stay the course and not turn around. 

You’ve been working up the courage to go see Oswald, constantly conflicting with yourself to just leave him be or make something…anything happen. 

To say you have felt neglected lately was an understatement. 

Many date nights were canceled, phone calls gone ignored, dinners you made went cold…

You knew he was a busy man…and you knew what he did for a living is dangerous.

You stopped just a few feet before his office door. 

Maybe you were just being selfish and dramatic. You have heard rumors of Oswald’s weapons business being under attack by Batman. 

Batman, Batman, Batman…you groaned in frustration. Batman was always an issue. 

Sometimes it seemed Oswald paid more attention to him than you. 

Granted, Batman was a threat to your partner’s business and Oswald was more than likely just as annoyed with Batman as you are. Still if you could just get a fraction of that attention from Oswald. 

You sighed. No, you deserved better than this. 

You shouldn’t be waiting for weeks, almost months for someone you loved but they haven’t shown a fraction of that love in return. To put in all this effort and be ignored. 

You weren’t asking for much, just for him to be there! Call you back, come see you, or at least tell you that he loved you.

You shuddered when you realized you could not remember the last time he told you that he loved you. 

You instantly shook your head. Adamant to get the depressing thought out of your head. You were not going to cry when you confronted him. 

You were going to make one more effort. Ask him to come back to the penthouse for dinner, another dinner you made, and hope it can be the start back in the right direction. 

After taking in another determined sigh. You quickly walked across the remaining tiled floor to the front of his office door. 

You knocked on the door–

“Oh for fuck’s sake! Piss off will ya! I’m tryin’ to work!”

You could feel your eye ducts get heavy and your lips quivered.

No, you weren’t going to cry. He likely just thought you were just one of his incompetent henchmen. 

“Oz…it’s me.” You said softly but clearly enough to be heard as you opened the door. 

Oswald lifted his head out of his hands in an instant. Even hopped off his chair and made his way around his desk to greet you. 

“Oh-uh..sorry, love. Look–now is really not a good time.”

“Oswald, I just wanted to ask–”

Oswald shook his head and waved his hand dismissively at you. “Fucks’ sake, can’t we discuss this later-”

“No! Ozzie, please! Let me speak!” 

His eyes widened slightly as his brows raised, before he furrowed them again in agitation. 

“All right then! What the hell is so bloody important? I just lost another cache to that gobshite Dark Knight–but no, no, fuck me–”

You were distraught on your way to talk to him, but now that you are there. Oz spewed his venomous disregard for what you have to say–

You were furious now. You came to discuss the possibility of mending your relationship over dinner…but with your blood boiling from the way he yelled at you.

It didn’t matter anymore. You didn’t deserve this, you have done all you could. 

If he was just going to dismiss or berate you at your last attempt to salvage your relationship. 

Maybe it wasn’t worth saving anyway. 

“I’m done, Oswald.” You tried to turn around and leave it at that, but your feet seemed to be cemented to the floorboards. 

“Bloody hell is that s’pose to mean?” Oz barked as he walked closer to you. 

You gulped down the nervous lump that was building up in your throat. “I’m leaving. I’m packing my things and leaving.”

Maybe if you say enough times you can convince yourself of actually committing to it later. 

Oswald huffed and puffed as he paced in front of you. “Well, well, that’s just fuckin’ swell. Put salt in my fuckin’ wounds why don’tcha!” 

“I’ve tried to reach out! Make plans! Come see you!” You defended. “But you keep ignoring me! Brushing me off like you were doing just now!” 

Oswald rubbed his bandaged hand against his face. Frustrated, exhausted, and at his wits’ end. 

He thought you understood, that you would understand the stakes involved and how certain things have to take priority. 

After several years together, he thought you got it. That you were the one for him. 

Clearly, he was mistaken.

“Love, I told you from day one what it’ll be like, why is it causing issues, now?” 

You spread your arms out in exasperation. “Because you made an effort until now!” 

You continued. “You at least answered my calls! You may not be there when I go to bed, but at least you kissed me goodbye! And I haven’t heard you say I love you in a very, very long time.”

You hung your head and began rubbing the side of your arm with your hand. “I could at least count on that…I could rely on that to know you still cared…still loved me. But lately now, I-I don’t know.” 

Oswald sighed. His head was pounding, his blood pressure, no doubt, skyrocketed. 

Today was really not his day. 

“I don’t know what to tell ya, love. Business has been going down the shitter! Cause of that Bat-fuck! The very business payin’ for your home you want to just up and abandon, mind you. I’m so sorry that I’m too preoccupied with work, trying to make money to keep us a-fucking-float!” 

“It’s not that I’m ungrateful Oswald–”

“Sure sounds bloody like it!” 

You grit your teeth. Your grip on your arm tightening. “It’s not that! I just miss you! I want to be with you more! Isn’t that what you’d expect from someone that loves you?” 

Somehow your feet got lose from the floor and you began taking steps backwards toward the door. 

Whatever confidence and hope you had to mend this relationship was slowly dwindling. 

“I just came here to talk, to see you, I missed you…but now I’m wondering why I even bothered.” 

“I’m starting’ to think the same.” Oswald grumbled, completely checking out of the argument. 

“Fine. Then I won’t be a bother to you anymore.” You swallowed. 

“Fine! The sooner you leave, the sooner I can GET BACK TO FUCKING WORK!” Oswald growled as he raised his arms up in defeat, before turning around to go back to his desk. 

When he had his back turned, you took the chance to also dart out the door.

Before the tears finally poured over your eye ducts and you began hiccuping on your own breathing. 

It wasn’t until the elevator door finally shut that you collapsed. 

Your knees buckled before they hit the hard tile floor. Your hands going up to your face trying to dry up your fountain of tears. 

Even though a weight of uncertainty had been lifted. It felt like a ton of stone pillars just filled your heart causing it to crack in two under the pressure. 

The only thing to pull you from your sobbing is the ding signaling that you arrived at the first floor. 

You quickly stood up and began wiping the tears off your cheek. You didn’t want any of Oswald’s lackeys to see you in this upset state. 

Thankfully, when the metal doors slid open no one was there. 

You continued to try and mask the fact you had been crying as you called a cab to head to the luxurious penthouse apartment you shared with oswald. 

At least…you used to share with Oswald. 

Your body seemed to be running on autopilot as you went through the motions of packing your belongings. 

Meanwhile your mind was still reeling over the outcome of the argument. 

You kept replaying it in your head. Looking for any sign that it could have ended better…yet deep down a part of you knew that this was the only way it could end. 

As some last caring gesture or just a habit instilled in you to never waste food…you opted to stick the food you cooked in the fridge. Whatever appetite you had was long gone. 

You called up a friend that lived on the outskirts of the city. 

The constant bright lights made your head ache and you don’t know if you could stand to see Oswald again if he tried to come to the apartment. 

Five years down the drain and not an inkling of a clue of what the future has in store.

~

Oswald crushed another cigar into the small hill of burnt out cigar butts. The hill grew so tall that it was overflowing past the rim of the ash tray. 

It had been two weeks since Batman’s last assault on his weapons cache. The Penguin had been making fast strides to close current deals and get the remaining inventory moving. 

A part of him hoped that the business would keep him occupied…distracted from the falling out you two had. 

It did work for a moment. He even fooled himself to think that it’s what he needed. 

The Penguin didn’t need a girlfriend. Someone to wear him down, get in the way of his business endeavors. 

He laughed himself silly over several glasses of wine. What the fuck was he actually thinking? 

He supposed it was fun while it lasted. 

The Penguin was on to greener pastures now, especially while he was ahead of The Bat. 

At least that’s what he told himself some time last week.

In the second week, Oswald Cobblepot would nearly jump out of his seat when the phone would ring. 

Silently, he hoped it was you on the other line. He hoped you would reach out to consider getting back together. 

Yet, it was never you, usually just another henchman with an update. 

Which is fine…he figured. Everything was right as rain. 

Oswald leaned back in his plush office chair as he sighed out the last of his smoke. 

Now would have been a good evening to pick you up and treat you for a night on the town. 

There was a restaurant in between one of his main warehouses and the penthouse that you two frequently patroned. 

He always ordered for you, because no matter where the two of you went he always remembered what you wanted. 

Oz liked to show off that quality, that he could read your mind–that he knew you enough to be able to get you anything without the uttering of a word from you. 

All he ever wanted in return was to see your bright enchanting smile. To see your eyes crinkle when you smile wide. Your eyes would twinkle with love and amusement. 

For the first time in a long time, Oswald found a small semblance of a lop-sided smirk form on his face. 

Oswald reached across his desk for another cigar but cursed when he found the pack empty. 

He rocked back and forth on his chair. For once unsure of what to do. It was like he couldn’t think clearly. 

Oswald should be celebrating, taking it easy. He’s managed to get his empire under control.

However, he was in no mood to celebrate. Oswald was more aggravated than anything. 

Aggravated that he couldn't seem to move on. You left him and you weren’t there. He was frustrated that no matter how hard he tried to deny it…he missed and needed you. 

Oswald sighed exhausted over the mental gymnastics going on in his head. Now that he finally came to terms with his emotions…just what was he going to do about them?

The Penguin was nothing if not tenacious, especially when it was something, or in this case, someone he wanted. 

~

You were picking at some take-out you grabbed on your way home from work. 

You got a job through your friend, and thankfully you had some money saved for an extended-stay hotel room until you can afford a proper apartment. 

Not that you didn’t mind bunking with your friend, but you just really needed your own space. 

You couldn’t believe it had already been two weeks since you left Oswald. 

A heavy weight still hung on your heart but you couldn’t deny the solace of having your mind clear of your anxieties, that had been brewing the last few months you were with Oswald. 

No longer were you drained from effort that went unappreciated. You didn’t have to sit there twiddling your thumbs wondering if the man you loved even loved you back. 

As you got up to throw away your trash, you couldn’t help but wonder what Oz was up to now. 

The phone rang on your dresser. You perked your eyebrow, confused to what the hotel could want. 

You picked up the phone. “Hello?” 

A man asked for your name. 

“Y-Yeah, this is her…what do you need?”

You could hear an audible gulp from the man on the other end. 

“Y-You have a visitor…a-uh-Mr. Cobblepot…he would like to see you-”

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you sighed. 

A part of you really didn’t want to bother with him…he never heard you out so why should you?

Another part of you couldn’t deny your curiosity though…plus you felt bad for the guy at the front desk that was one more demand away from pissing his pants. 

“Tell him I’ll be right down. And don’t worry nothing is going to happen to you.” 

“T-Thank you, miss.”

The phone clicked back onto its base and you went to get ready to meet your ex.

~

The car ride to wherever you two were going was stifling. 

Oswald kept fidgeting in the seat next to you and you kept waiting for him to say something.

“Thanks, love…for coming along.” He finally spoke, in a soft voice you haven’t heard in a long time. 

“Don’t thank me yet, you’re lucky you scared the shit out of the concierge, I felt bad. The only reason I’m going through with it.” 

“Is it really the only reason?”

You stayed silent. 

Oswald sighed. “Look, love…I-shit-I don’t know what the fuck to say…I know sorry is no good.”

“You’re right there.” You scoffed. 

“But, just, I-I wanted–needed to see you…all I’m asking is to be with you for tonight.”

“Why did you need to see me? Got bored with the ladies from the Iceberg? Things were going fine for me until you showed up!” 

That wasn’t necessarily true, but you were trying to prove a point…to be as mad as he got at you when you two fought.

To ward off the small ball of excitement at the bottom of your chest that was happy to be in the same space as him.  

Oswald sighed heavily. He mulled over his words in his head before deciding the truth will likely be the best option. 

"I'm sorry for disturbing your night, love. Let me make it up to ya…just for tonight. And if not, I'll turn this car around and leave you be…"

Oswald's knuckles almost matched the white of his gloves as he held his umbrella with a vice grip. He wasn't exactly ready to give quite an ultimatum just yet, but he wanted this to be fair for you and if you truly were doing fine without him. 

It would be a tough pill to swallow, but he will swallow it. 

You sighed. You were already here…and while you tell yourself you just want to be the bigger person and hear him out–Deep down, once again, you knew that you really did miss him. 

However, you weren't going to admit that right away.

"Well, I'm already here aren't I?" You sat up straight in your seat. 

Oswald nodded. "That you are, love. And you won't regret it." 

After a few minutes of thick heavy silence the car finally pulled to a stop. 

Before you could even ask where you were, Oz had already gotten out of the car and limped over to your side to open the door. 

"Where did you take me?" You asked as you stepped out of the car and stood beside him. 

"Just an old trip down memory lane." Oz smiled as he looked up at you. 

He offered you a gloved hand before you two crossed the street. 

Your hand already reached out and took it before you could even try to put up a front. You blame it on your body just doing what came naturally and out of instinct. 

As you two approached the restaurant you couldn't help but warmly chuckle at the establishment sign. 

"I'm surprised this place is still open." You murmured. 

Oz chuckled. "You and I both."

The moment between sitting down and ordering drinks became a blur as the haze-like shift between reality and memory merged. 

All the date nights to this exact restaurant and the exact seat, in fact this was the location of your first date with him. 

Funny, back then you were kind of humoring him as you are now. No way back then you could have known that one night would lead to countless others with him. 

You propped your head up by cupping your chin into the palms of your hands. You tried to look anywhere but the pair of eyes staring at you.

“Oz…”

“Hmm…?” 

“You’re staring…” You pointed out. 

“Can you blame me? I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“You rarely saw me anyway.” You crossed your arms. 

“Look love, I-I want to talk….Properly this time…like I should have let you done before.” 

That made you perk up your head. At least it was a step in the right direction. 

You sighed as you collected your thoughts. 

Before you could talk, Oswald spoke up. “I know it won’t do much now, love, but I do apologize. I-I just didn’t want ya to see me failing, and it was looking grim. I just–I didn’t want ya to worry about anything…then, poor thing, you walked straight into the bloody thick of it.”

You nodded with a tight smile looking back at that tense moment in his office. 

“I brushed you off, I tried to get you to leave because I didn’t have an excuse ready to give you…because that’s all I’ve ever done, and it was foolish of me to think they’d keep workin’ as is.”

“It was the same old excuse. ‘You were busy’, ‘I don’t need to worry’, ‘I shouldn’t worry’…but Oz me not knowing made me worry even more. Had you just been honest and told me what was going on–I would understand…” You interjected. 

“I know, the one thing I adore most about you and I somehow, over time, completely underestimated it. Your level of compassion even to a sorry piece of shite like me. Somewhere somehow over time I made the terrible mistake of muddling you with the others. Others that wanted something outta me…weapons, money, notoriety…”

“I only ever wanted you, Oswald.” 

“And I want you, love.” 

Oswald put out his calloused hand palm out towards you on top of the table. 

“I’m by no means a perfect man, never claimed to be. But I swear, to you and for you, I’ll do better by you. No more excuses, delayed or canceled plans, if I do it’s cause I’m on my deathbed.”

You scoffed at that, but stared intently at his open palm, as you deliberated what you already knew he was going to say. 

“Come back to me love…it doesn’t have to be tonight or tomorrow, just…to know we’re not over…not just yet.” His fingers curled slightly as if to coax your own hand to hold his. 

Meanwhile you were wringing your hands in your lap under the table. Your throat was parched and you kept blinking rapidly, as if hot wiring your brain to come up with an answer. 

You didn’t want to say yes right away, while he identified the problems and spoke about doing better…it didn’t exactly mean it was going to happen just like that. In fact, you knew it wasn’t going to. 

Then another part of you, the part that loved him and missed him wanted to give in and just worry about what would happen later. 

Perhaps there was a way to meet him in the middle of the road. 

You were so lost in your own thoughts you didn’t even notice Oswald talking to the waiter and ordering your food for the both of you. 

“Why do you do that?” You asked, suddenly very curious. 

“What’s that, love?” 

“You always order for me.” 

Oz chuckled as he decided to turn his palm towards the table, but still open to your touch. “I enjoy spoilin’ ya, love…and although I don’t always seem like it but I pay attention…especially if it means things that you enjoy.” 

Then he began listing off your favorite, granted trivial, but sentimental things. Your favorite songs, foods, time of day, weather, all sorts. Things that you imagine have probably changed from time to time but he somehow remembered. 

“And yet, through all that, I somehow sabotaged the easiest thing that brought you more joy than anything.” He continued. 

You nodded. “Just to be with you…” 

Oswald nodded too in agreement. 

A small smile grew on your face as an answer that would suit the both of you for the time being came to the forefront of your mind. 

You reached out your hand and placed it gently on top of his. 

“I’ll come back, but not in a hurry. I want us to do this right. I don’t want it to ever get to where it did again.” 

Oswald sat up in his seat and put his hand over yours. “I agree, love. Whatever it takes to get you to come back, I’ll do it.” 

“Even if it means starting over? Little by little?” 

Oz guffawed. “The chance to fall in love with you all over again? I wouldn’t miss that for anything.” 

Your smile widened. “That’s one way to look at it. I guess I can’t argue with that.”

You two pulled your hands apart when your dishes arrived. For once you genuinely felt content in the moment. 

Pleased in the decision to slowly work back up to what you had before and hopefully make it even stronger than it was. 

You felt that familiar feeling of hopefulness for the future. You weren’t walking around half-hazardly in the dark trying to collect pieces of what once was or what can be with what remained. 

You had a new clean slate, even with pre-used material, you were still determined to produce something new and everlasting. 

Oz chuckled warmly at you. “I missed that.” 

“What?” 

“Your smile.” 

You lowered your head at a poor attempt to hide your flushing face. This only caused Oswald to chuckle some more. 

Oswald grabbed his glass and raised it up towards you. “To us, anew, starting with tonight.” 

“To us, tonight.” You smiled as you clinked your glass to Oswald’s.

#ri writes #ri commissions #arkhamverse penguin x reader #arkhamverse oswald cobblepot x reader #arkham knight penguin x reader #arkham knight oswald cobblepot x reader

[fly-sky-high-arts]

Animal + Theme for a character design!

I'm playing with adopt designs this month!

-Suggest me a real life animal (and a theme if you have one) so I may design a Pokemon/Rain World/Hollow Knight/Digimon/Sonic character of your choice based on it~

-I make simple styled designs any way I wish and will not do any adjustments to it once done~

-If you suggested the info, you will have a chance to buy off the designed adopt first. If not interested, I will be putting them up for anyone to adopt on my ko-fi. They will be priced the same in either case~

-I will wait for the reply from the askers about it for about two days and in case there is no reply I will just add them to my ko-fi and open for anyone to buy~

(not a style example for what I'm going for but an example no less~)

If interested, feel free to send me an ask! This will be open for most of the month!

EDIT: I'M KEEPING THESE OPEN UNTIL I DECIDE I STOP, I'm having a lot of fun with these, more so than commissions atm so feel free to send more! Added few more franchises on the list above!!

Extra info from the reblog post:

-if animal + theme doesn't have a specified franchise I listed above, I will pick one myself. If you still want one but forgot to add to the ask, you're okay to send another one, no pressure!

-I will also either wait for askers to respond if they are interested in purchasing the adopt themselves or DM them unless they specify they aren't interested in the ask itself.

-mythical creatures are a go as long as they're fine to use! I still prefer animals as an option but I can't say no to dragons, gryphons and alike lol they're cool

-i plan to keep this open for the whole month awhile if all things go well! If I feel overwhelmed at any point I'll close the asks but this is why I'm keeping them simple :)

Thank you so much for the interests so far!

The post with currently still available adopts is HERE

#october design challenge #adopts #update #adoptables

[khaoslightwood]

『 Genshin Impact with a tattoo artist S/O 』

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : How do I imagine them with a significant other being a tattoo artist.

𝐹𝑒𝑎𝑡 : Kazuha, Xinyan, Zhongli, Ayato, Keqing, Faruzan

𝐴/𝑁 : It had been sitting in my drafts for months now, so here you go. Btw, if some characters have more or less hcs, it's cause it depends on my motivation.

𝗞𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗵𝗮

↦ He honestly likes it a little bit too much.

↦ Kazuha adore the idea of having eternal marks on your body. Especially that they all have a story behind them, just like scars. Yes, whether it's a sad or funny one.

↦ Kazuha would definitely have your tattoo him. After all, he's got stories as well.

↦ He's always around when you're drawing and often offers his help. He's very good at that as a matter of fact.

↦ While he's at it, he might just become your little helper. Always running errands for you and buying ink from another country.

↦ He keeps a little journal with him for when he's traveling with Beidou's crew. He describes all the sceneries, animals, and many other things he comes across.

𝗫𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗻

↦ She absolutely adore your work.

↦ Probably has you tattooing her a lot since she finds it really intriguing and fun.

↦ If you were to get judged because your work is "immoral", she would be pissed off. She's used to such treatment, but she really can't stand it when it comes to you.

↦ She likes to help with coming with ideas when your commissions become tricky. She even draws some doodles for you.

↦ Brag a lot about it to the whole world. She just genuinely thinks that it's awesome to have meaningful drawings or sentences on your skin forever.

↦ You often have to argue with her because she just wants everything as a tattoo. Remember the butterfly that puts itself on your nose last time? Now she wants a tattoo of this said butterfly.

↦ Would definitely drag you with her when she's having a concert while a festival. That way, you can open a booth for a tattoo shop for people who are present there and would want one.

𝗭𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶

↦ He finds it quite interesting to know that it remains your body for eternity.

↦ As much as he is skeptical about having tattoos himself, he would end up getting one of his late friends and you.

↦ As a matter of fact, Zhongli's love language is all about learning about his lover. So, of course, he'll do his best to learn everything about your art.

↦ Zhongli would most definitely advertise your work to help you gain fame. After all, he knows how to take care of a business.

↦ To be honest, he would adore to look at you doing your job. If a client agrees with him to be present, he wouldn't decline.

↦ Zhongli would most definitely scare away clients who are disrespectful behind your back. But he means well, so you can't really be mad with him.

𝗔𝘆𝗮𝘁𝗼

↦ If you knew how much he likes to see you paint people's bodies, it often ends with him wanting to be present while you work. Of course, he is a gentleman, so if the client in question shows disagreement, he will respect it.

↦ He's most definitely the owner of your shop, that way you don't owe anyone.

↦ Ayato is so terribly in love with whatever you do that even if you were to do anything as a job, he would support you anyway.

↦ You often find yourself drawing in his room while he's cuddling with you. You both are busy, so these little moments mean a lot to you two.

↦ Coming back to the subject of money. You'll absolutely never have to worry about not being able to buy equipment. At least, not as long as he doesn't go bankrupt because of all the things he buys for you.

↦ You know how I said he loved you very much; if you were to ask for him having a really cringe tattoo for you, he would. Of course, not without some judgment from him and Thoma ending up stopping him.

𝗞𝗲𝗾𝗶𝗻𝗴

↦ Similar to Zhongli, she would adore helping you with your business. She might even place good words about it when she's talking to the citizens of Liyue.

↦ There's actually one thing Keqing wouldn't appreciate about your work; sometimes, you have to be very physically close to clients. But the reason she loathes that side is that some clients can take that as an opportunity to be creepy with you.

↦ If she were to get one, it would be something that describes her meaning of freedom. Given that she finds a lot of importance in such things, it would be appropriate to her.

↦ She's very critical to your clients. By that, I mean, she's would get terribly mad if one were to shame your work.

↦ Keqing would definitely do anything for your shop because she knows how much important it is for you. You've used all your life saving just to build it, so if you ever have a crisis, she'll handle it at your side.

↦ Honestly, I feel like she would like to help you find designs when you fall short on imagination.

𝗙𝗮𝗿𝘂𝘇𝗮𝗻

↦ She's very much interested in these said permanent drawings.

↦ After all, she never really paid attention to anything like that before you came into her life.

↦ She would be very protective of you. Faruzan lives in a nation where art is seen as a threat to wisdom, even to this day.

↦ As a matter of fact, the entirety of Sumeru would see your relationship badly. She's a researcher, and you are an artist. The criticism was bound to happen.

↦ But she loves you with her whole heart and will always find a way to shut them up. And anyway, it's not like the words of some random creatures are significant.

↦ She, on the contrary of Ayato, would very much appreciate it if you would help her with funding. In any case, she helps you with everything needed in exchange.

↦ Also, Faruzan might or might not get into verbal fights with your clients if they have the guts to disrespect you. Which usually makes them run away and never come back.

2023 @ khaoslightwood

#genshin impact #genshin impact hc #headcanons #genshin kazuha #genshin xinyan #genshin zhongli #genshin ayato #genshin keqing #genshin faruzan #kazuha x reader #xinyan x reader #zhongli x reader #ayato x reader #keqing x reader #faruzan x reader #— 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

[serahlink]

‼️IN NEED OF HELP - please read!!‼️

Reblogs are also greatly appreciated!! :)

URGENT EDIT (8:17pm Oct 19th) : we only have three hours left to get the rest of what we need to pay another week with and so far we haven't been able to get any of the rest of what we need. We still need 120$ to be good for another week. If anyone could help us out (will present a receipt after we pay for the room) I would really greatly appreciate it since I'm afraid we really won't stand a chance if we have to go back to paying daily. Thank you.

Hi, back to bump my commissions again since we're getting to our payment deadline this week and we're still a good bit short. I've been doing my best to try and get everything we need but so far, nothing has been helping so I'm hoping to get some help here if possible since today is our last full day to try and get everything together.

For those who are just coming across this post, hi I'm Link and for two years now, my family and I (father and younger sibling) have been homeless due to a series of events back in November 2021 (my dad was in a diabetic coma and lost his van driving job so he and my sibling were left without a home, at the same time i was also left with nowhere to live so I got my friend to drive us to a motel, opened commissions and tried to keep us afloat from there.)

Just this month we've been able to pay for a week instead of daily, which was a blessing since we were barely paying for food, let alone rent. I'm hoping that we can get the rest of what we need (120$) because if we can't, we'll have to go back to paying daily. Which means, since they changed their policies from allowing us to let us take a day to collect the money if we needed, the moment we don't have it we will be kicked out, no if ands or buts. We have no family or anyone to turn to if that happens, so we're in desperate need of help.

Please, if anyone can reblog this or is interested in helping us out financially, you can either d/nate here or commission me! It means a lot since all the money goes to the room, and any little bit really does help. I'll put my prices and examples below if anyone is interested. Thank you if you do help, it really does make all the difference in our lives. :) <3

~Prices~

Sketch (price depending on type of sketch) - base price of 10$

Sketch page - 10$ per sketch

Headshot - 20$ (+10$ if shaded)

Bust - 30$ (+10$ if shaded)

Half body - 45$ (+10$ if shaded)

Full body - 60$ (+10$ if shaded)

Couples Commission (a commission that includes two people) - 90$ (+15$ if shaded)

Group commissions (commission that includes more than two people, price dependant on the details) - 60 base price(one character, unshaded; each extra character is +75% to the original price) (40$+ if shaded) 

Paintings (price depending on the details) - 100$+

#emergency commissions #emergency art commissions #art commissions #art commission info #open art commissions #comissions open #artistsupport #artist on tumblr #signal boosting #signal boost #signal b00st #b00st #urgent #dragon age #homelessness #homeless #mutual aid request #mutual aid #mutual fund #mutual help #mutual funds #bump #financial aid #emergency aid #in need #anything helps #anything would help. #signal post #artists on tumblr #c0mmission

[luxqaer]

Happy #MellyMonday

Time for another commission blog. It is a very prideful one indeed. And that is FC Melia holding a demipansexual flag. Done by @jokarioart

There is a lot to go into the art itself, but it has an interesting backstory that goes along with this art. Half a decade ago @sir-teatei-moonlight made a headcannon about Melia's sexual orientation:

In it, Teatei says that Melia is a demipansexual. A demipansexual is defined as a sexual orientation for people who would only be attracted to any gender as long as a lot of trust is built among their partner. So Melia can be attracted to anyone of any gender or sexual orientation, but unless she is given a positive sexual experience by those people, she is not attracted to anyone not assuming she has crushes or whatnot.

At the time, I found this to be a great way to describe Melia in general from the way she displays attraction in XC1. Only really having a crush on Shulk, only getting rejected, then wanting to become like Fiora right when the game ends. Not only that, Teatei explains in his blog that Melia has been sexually aroused several times without noticing. Something common with asexuals, but demipansexuals also experience that phenomenon as well.

You can read more about demipansexuality elsewhere because it is a really interesting sexuality to get into coming from a pan-curious person myself.

Here is the flag of demipansexuality. Basically, the colors (pink=female, yellow=non-binary, blue=male according to sexuality wiki) representing the everyone coming from the pansexual flag and the black triangle representing the asexual part (not wanting sex unless having full trust in the partner to have one).

Upon really liking the headcannon, pride month came up around the time Adri was opening up commissions again. I hit her up with the idea, and here we are. First pride month Melia commission (this won't be the last one from her).

Talking about the art itself, Adri did such a sweet job with the sassy pose she gave Melia and her holding up a stick flag. It really shows the positivity of the LGBTQ+ community and how they portray fanart. Adri is transfemme after all, so she had the freedom to do it.

In fact, I gave her permission to make a trans version of the art for free as well (I wasn't a part of this commission). Adri headcannons Melia as transfemme and I definitely can get by it! Anything for the trans community is welcome around me, especially. Or any of the LGBTQ+ community for that matter. 😊

Adri is on Tumblr and also has a Patreon as well. She is taking commissions, but she isn't advertising them right now. I highly recommend checking out her work as she continues to improve her art with each art piece. Love you Adri!

That is the commission blog. Next week, I will discuss the Van Gogh of my Melia commissions. See you then!

#melia xenoblade #xenoblade #melia #melia antiqua #art commissioned by me #fanart #demipansexual #transgender #transfem #artists on tumblr #commission blog

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Hello again, 2 months have passed since I made that commission and today I come to ask for another of the same characters (Yes, sorry xd). Headcannons for Morgan, Sith, Melusine and Barghest with a depressed Master, how would they react to this and how would they help him.(Oh and one question, apart from Fate, would you make commissions related to other Type-Moon franchises? (Tsuhikime, Mahoyo and Knk) because I'm interested in ordering something related to Shiki (R), Arcueid and Aoko, Thanks)

(I will take literally any excuse to write for the Fae, especially Barghest and Baobhan Sith, and sorry that it took so long to get this back to you, I was trying to decide if I should go off my own experiences with Depression or if I should base it around a more… I dunno generalized(?) version of it, oh and to answer your question, I’d be more than open to writing for other Type Moon franchises! Also I couldn't find any good images for everyone sorry!)

Morgan Le Fay

Morgan Le Fay, the queen of all Fae-kind is many things.

A woman who provides the image of someone who is unshakeable and unbreaking.

A woman who has to do so, because that is what is expected of a monarch.

A woman who takes everything vulnerable about her and locks it away from even those closest to her.

Then you called her forward.

Someone who could manage to slip into the box where she keeps her weakness, wounds, and insecurities hidden.

Someone who could see past the masks she wears.

Someone who can hold her and say “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay.” and she’ll believe it.

But one day, she noticed something different about you.

How there was a lack of… fire in your eye.

How you spent more and more time alone, and what time you didn’t spend alone was spent almost entirely with her.

How you lacked energy.

How you seemed subdued.

How you tried to avoid people.

And one day.

How you just broke down as you were sitting down and doing nothing.

In that moment, all of her composure, all of her masks broke like glass.

And not knowing what else to do, she did what you would do when she would do the same.

She was crying while doing so, she was crying as she held you and told you “It’s okay, It’ll all be okay.”

And despite how her words lacked almost all of her usual power behind them, you believed her.

Because Morgan Le Fay is many things.

Your Queen.

Your servant.

The woman who loves you.

The woman you fell in love with.

And the woman who will do anything to repay the kindness you offered to her when you slipped past her guard and into her heart.

Just so she can continue to see your smile.

Baobhan Sith

Baobhan Sith is the most stubborn person you will ever meet.

In a way that’s part of her charm.

It’s also one of the worst things about her.

She will never admit when she needs help.

No matter how heavy the pressure placed upon her is.

No matter how much strain is placed on her.

She is the future queen after all, she has to be strong.

But her refusal to let anyone in will come back to bite her.

Or it would’ve if someone just as stubborn as her didn’t summon her one day and decide to break through her shell.

Needless to say it took quite a while to get through to her.

But when you did, Baobhan found the world was a much easier place to live in.

Having someone she can trust with everything.

It was liberating to her, not having to hold everything in.

So when she started to notice you holding things in from her she would not stand for it.

She forced her way in, just like you did for her.

Regardless of what you said to her she knew what was lies and what was truth.

And until you and her both left everything bare for each other to see.

She wouldn’t stop. 

Melusine

Melusine is a loner.

She never really vibed with others.

Always on a slightly off wavelength to everyone else.

Perhaps it was because she was a dragon.

Or maybe it was just how she was.

But to connect with another, that was something Melusine desired more than anything.

To have someone willingly share their warmth.

To have a partner who would listen as she gushed about the things she loved, the things she hated, everything.

To have a partner she would listen to as they gushed about the things they loved, the things they hated, everything.

But a desire was all it was.

At least until she met you.

Because when she met you, got to know you, got to see what made you tick.

She knew she had found the partner in crime she had been looking for.

And she also knows when something is wrong with her partner.

Barghest

Barghest is someone who fears getting close to people.

It is something that she has spent her entire life as a Fae Knight avoiding.

Despite her inherent desire to have a group she can lean on and a group who can lean on her.

Eventually she learned to allow the other knights in to a degree but not in the same way she craved to do so with another.

To have a home in someone’s heart and to give someone a home in her heart.

To have someone who she can cook for and to have someone who will cook for her.

To have someone who she can care for and to have someone who can care for her.

It was a hopless dream for a knight like her to have, but still it was a dream she cherished.

Yet one day by sheer luck she happened to meet a certain someone who managed to grab her attention.

You.

You were someone quite interesting to Barghest.

And eventually that interest turned to something more.

To something where she wanted to share in her dream with you.

To something where she wanted to share her heart with you.

And when your heart aches, when you are shaken and the darkness of the world begins to crush you.

Know that you will always have not only one of the Fae Knights, not just a member of the Fang Clan, but someone who you share your heart with and someone you can lean upon no matter what.

Oh and if you even try to think of standing alone, know that Barghest will refuse to allow that to happen.

It is in her nature after all.

#morgan le fay x reader #barghest x reader #melusine x reader #baobhan sith #baobhan sith x reader #fairy knight gawain #fairy knight lancelot #fairy knight tristan #barghest #fgo x yn #fgo #fate #type moon x reader #morgan le fay

[kashi-prompts]

Kakashi sees fem!Reader in a kimono for the first time, and finally can't deny his feelings.

Prompt: Above

Rating: MA

TRIGGER WARNING: This prompt has graphic description of an attempted sexual assault (not by Kakashi). If this is triggering for you, I hope you can find comfort in another one of my fics. I promise I'll write something fluffy later.

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader

***

The mission scroll slid across Tsunade's desk, the ink bold and freshly written. A red finger pointed to the kanji lettering, pressing the Jonin to observe, but his mind was elsewhere.

"Hatake," Tsunade warned. His dark eye shot up, connecting with hers. Her stern gaze slumped his shoulders. He shoved his hands further into his pockets.

It wasn't like him not to pay attention to a mission brief, nor was it like him to feel rather apathetic towards such a high-ranking mission. He nodded his head and mumbled an apology.

"What's going on with you lately? You seem distracted the last month or so," the Hokage questioned, sitting back in her chair. Cocking her head to the side inquisitively, her amber eyes met his.

"Nothing," Kakashi responded quickly, waving a dismissive hand. His spine straightened in a demonstration of attentiveness. "Just a little worn."

"Anything on your mind?" Tsunade quirked an eyebrow up.

"No, I'm fine," he said defiantly, clearing his throat.

"Please pay attention then."

Behind him, the oak entry slid open against the linoleum, and footsteps appeared beside him.

"Ah, [y/n]," Tsunade cooed, "thank you for coming."

"Thank you for having me, m'lady," [y/n] bowed slightly.

Kakashi could feel his body go rigid as she appeared beside him. He glanced over at her, giving her a curt nod. Of all people, he thought.

"I have a mission for you both - and it may not be an easy one, but I have faith that you'll both be able to pull it off. Both of you have a different skill set that I feel is valuable to the outcome of this mission."

"I am honored, m'lady," [Y/n] bowed her head in thanks.

"Mhm, well - on the outskirts of the Land of Earth, there is a prestigious - and rather new, might I add, village that goes by the name of the Village of Gold.”

“Gold?” Kakashi questioned.

“They’re rolling in it,” Tsunade responded, almost bitterly. “But that is beside the point. We have been commissioned by a neighboring smaller village, the Village Hidden in the Lotus, to obtain a scroll that they suspect the Gold has confiscated. This scroll is a relic to them, one that they traditionally use to assist with their crop growth - their main source of income."

“Interesting, and what does the Gold need with this scroll?”

“That is a good question,” Tsunade sighed, leaning back in her chair. “Intel tells me that their soil is fertile, so I can't imagine the Gold has any business needing assistance with crop growth. My guess is that they want more land. The more vulnerable and poor the Lotus is, the easier it will be for the Gold to take over. At least, that could be part of the reason. You'll both have to figure out the rest. ”

“And our mission?” [Y/n] asked.

“Retrieve the scroll from the Gold,” Tsunade replied, rolling the mission paper back up and handing it to Kakashi. He looked down at it before tucking it in the top pocket of his flak jacket.

“You leave tonight. I anticipate it will take the evening to travel there, followed by a day to scope out everything. Find the scroll, and bring it back here. Don't kill anyone, and don't let anyone know who you are or we will find ourselves in a war we don't want to be involved in. Need I emphasize more that this is a stealth mission? DO NOT make a scene. Understand?”

Both heads nodded at the Hokage's words. She glanced between them both, a suspicious look in her eye.

"Have you two ever been on a team before?" she asked abruptly.

"Not a two man team, m'lady," Kakashi responded quickly. [Y/n] glanced over at him, his gaze straight ahead at his superior. She nodded her head, her eyes still fixated between the two of them before taking in a deep breath. The tension could be cut with a knife between the two standing shinobi. [Y/n] closed her eyes in shame, her mind traveling back to that mission months ago.

"I understand what you're saying," Kakashi had replied quietly, the fire a twinkling glow against his sharp profile. “But... you- you deserve someone better than me. Trust me.”

"I don't understand," she had said, shaking her head. "Why do you say that?"

[Y/n] sat beside him on the ground, her eyes round in anticipation of his response. She blinked, wondering if he would respond to her question. A moment passed, then two. Her eyes fell, looking away in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, looking over to her.

His gaze was genuine, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. In the tent beside her, she could hear Yamato sleeping, their whispers drowned out by his incessant snoring. Her chest tightened uncomfortably. The risk she had taken to confess what she was feeling to her superior was more than she ever thought she could manage. Yet, being shot down by him, and not even directly, was worse.

"Right," Tsunade nodded, her gaze still apprehensive. "Well, there is one other thing you'll need before you leave. Formal attire. I don't expect you to travel in it, but you cannot enter the Gold Village's grounds without it. It would make for an obvious discovery of who you are. You'll find it in those bags behind you. Now go, and come back in one piece, will you both?"

***

Kakashi hitched his backpack up over his shoulder. The silence between them was deafening. Of course, there wasn't always chatter while traveling, but this time, he could feel the tension.

"So, how have you been?" He finally asked hours later. He knew he should have said something earlier, something witty to lighten the mood. Yet, he had nothing. Nothing to say that could fix what he had damaged.

Their friendship had once been fresh; a blossoming new relationship that he cherished beyond words- the type where you connect with someone and instantly know that you will get along with them. She was much like him. Much like Guy. Much like Yamato. Much like his friends. The moments between them were like those where that you only have with lifelong friends. The ones that have known you since you were young.

He had confided in her on long nights, and she in him. There was something special between them, a bond that he yearned for since that one mission where things had changed. My, how he regretted that night.

"Fine," [y/n] responded curtly, her sandals kicking a rock as they walked.

"That's good," he replied awkwardly. A bird cawed above them, dusk finally coming to a close. The bushes running parallel to the path rustled with nights early wind.

“What’s that over there?” She asked, pointing to the horizon.

“I’m not sure,” Kakashi stopped, observing.

“You’re the one with the map,” [y/n] mumbled beside him.

"Right," Kakashi replied quietly, pulling the scroll from the breast pocket of his flak jacket. "Looks like its a hot spring. This is good, we can freshen up and stay there for the night. It'll be less suspicious if we aren't musty."

"Speak for yourself," [Y/n] quipped, walking towards the onsen. Behind his mask, the beginnings of a smile spread across Kakashi's lips. That was the old [y/n], he thought.

***

[Y/N]'s Perspective

"One night," Kakashi said to the inn owner behind the counter.

"Okay," the young woman smiled between the two, curious. "Here on business or pleasure?"

"Pleasure," Kakashi quickly responded.

"Oh, wonderful. I hope you enjoy your stay. Is there anything I can help you with during the day? Any directions?

Kakashi considered her question for a moment, "Just here to visit the Gold village I've heard so much about."

"Oh," the young woman frowned, looking back down at her paper. Her expression changed, hardening.

"Not a fan?" Kakashi asked.

"I suppose you can say that," she looked back up, tilting her head. "We're not affiliated, despite the close proximity. Little dishonest, vile group of people if you ask me. So please do not-"

"No worries," Kakashi lifted a hand.

"Right, well - will one room be okay for the lovely couple?"

"Two," [y/n] responded quickly. Kakashi pressed his lips together in an awkward smile to the attendant.

"Two," he confirmed curtly. The woman smiled back at him, lifting an eyebrow as she continued writing.

"And would you like dinner to be included?"

"No." "Yes." The two responded in unison.

"Yes," Kakashi responded defiantly. "Dinner would be perfect."

"Right, well, a late dinner will be served in about a half hour if you would like to get settled and meet in the private dining area. You're lucky, you're the only ones here tonight despite tomorrows festivities at the Gold."

"Tomorrow's festivities?" Kakashi questioned, signing his name as he crooked an eyebrow.

"Yes, they're having a grand opening of their artifact museum. I thought that is what you would be here for."

"Ah, no," Kakashi smiled, sliding the paper back across the counter to the attendant. "But that is great to hear. Thank you."

Outside, dusk had fallen to darkness. The birds no longer chirped, their songs quiet for the night. [Y/n] put her backpack down in her room, grateful for the moments of solitude she was afforded. Glancing towards the window, she looked out at the night sky, frowning.

She missed her friendship with Kakashi. Everyday, she thought perhaps the embarrassment of the wound she received from him would diminish. But it never did. It felt fresh, the embarrassment still new.

Thinking again back to that night, she bit her bottom lip. How could she have not known he didn't feel the same way about her? How could she have assumed he would have the same feelings? Her naivety stung.

The way he spoke to her all those nights they had stayed up talking, quiet and attentive to every word she spoke to him, making her heart race. A tender glace. A hearty laugh. Fingers brushing against skin on accident, or perhaps on purpose. Often times, she would catch him staring at her, his single eye soft with affection.

And yet, after all those signs, there was nothing to reciprocate back to her. He simply did not want her.

"Dinner's ready," she heard behind her. A turf of white hair appeared at the sliding door.

"Thank you," she turned back around, her eyes settling back out the window. "Perhaps you could knock next time."

The door slid back closed without another word. She took her time heading to dinner, making sure all her items were unpacked for the night before arriving. When she did, she realized he had waited for her before eating.

"Nice of you to finally join," he quipped, looking up from his novel. She smirked, noting the battered book in his hands. Some things never changed. His eyes never left the page until she sat opposite of him. One dark eye traveled over the top of the pages to her.

“I was busy,” she murmured, snapping apart her chopsticks. He set the book down and began to do the same.

“Did you order this?” She asked, picking at them fish on the table. Her stomach growled at the smell of it.

“I did,” Kakashi replied, almost quietly.

“Mahi Mahi?” She commented, gently placing the fish on her rice. Her favorite.

“I remembered,” Kakashi lifted his brow, making eye contact. Her cheeks prickled with warmth as she scolded herself, shoving the fish in her mouth.

“I want to talk about tomorrow,” he said moments later. “We need a plan. I have a tourist map of the city, it’s not incredibly detailed, but it will do until we find out more.”

“Do you suppose the scroll is in the artifact museum?” [y/n] queried, poking her rice.

“I have a hunch it might be. Although I don’t understand completely why they stole the scroll, I can’t imagine they would actually know how to use it. If you consider the physical description of it, one might surmise that it is of high value.”

[Y/n] nodded, “and how do you suppose we steal if it is under glass or behind some type of display.”

“Well, we'll get there when we get there. But I would imagine that is where you come in,” he smiled, pointing his chopstick at her.

“Oh, great.”

“Nothing bad. But if my assessment is correct and they are displaying it as some type of relic, then we will be posing as two art collectors looking to purchase it from them.”

“But we couldn’t possibly afford what they are looking for. Just look at this place,” she pointed to some of the scenes on the map, “a statue of a cow made of pure gold? A clock tower made of gold? Surely they drive a hard bargain.”

“Part of being a shinobi is to think quickly on your feet, this is one of those scenarios,” Kakashi replied.

“What if we can’t afford what they are asking for though? This is something we should think of before we get there.”

“Then we distract them,” Kakashi replied without hesitation, “One of the reasons you were assigned to this mission is your ability to copy physical objects of out your own chakra. Judging by the size and shape of this scroll, I doubt it would be hard for you to create a replica quickly.”

[y/n] nodded, “Right, of course. I’ll just pull it out of my ass while you stand on your head or something.”

There was a moment of silence, and she wondered if she had gone too far and disrespected him. But then she heard him let out a noise and she lifted her eyes to meet his. Suddenly, a roaring laughter came from both of them. She couldn’t help but laugh as he did. And for a moment, only one moment, it was just like old times. Just like the way they used to laugh with each other over

He caught her eye, the smile on his faced etched in the fabric of his mask. She stopped, feeling a blush creep back up her neck again as he stared at her fondly. The same tender gaze he used to give her. The one that she fell for.

"You know," he began. She held a hand up, knowing suddenly what he was about to say.

"Please, Kakashi."

"No, I'm serious," He leaned forward, his expression twisting as he struggled to find the words. "That night - when we were on that mission - I just, I really shouldn't have said what I said."

"But you did," [y/n] replied coolly, setting down her utensils. "So let's not-"

"I di-"

His words were cut short by the door sliding open, the old woman at the front desk poking her head in. Her eyes were two crescent moons, crows feet wrinkles dancing across her cheeks as she smiled at them.

“Curfew is in 15 minutes, children. Do hurry,” she offered before sliding the door shut behind her.

[Y/n] turned back to him, his eyebrows high under his messy bangs. Without another word, the two finished their meal and retired to bed.

***

The morning sun peaked through the curtains as [y/n] pressed her palms down against the silk of her kimono. It wasn’t often she wore anything besides her uniform, but it was especially unusual to find herself in formal attire.

She swept the tube of lipstick across her barren lips, feeling the delicate gloss coat them. Pressing her two lips together, she felt herself smile with satisfaction. She had awoken early to braid her hair, pinning it up in a more formal style she was surprised she even was able to manage. She hadn’t worn make up in years, yet when she was told she needed to look proper for her mission, she felt it would make the most sense given her usual dull appearance (at least, this was how she felt).

Looking back at herself in the mirror, her mind wandered to Kakashi again, a familiar yet bitter area of her mind where her thoughts often settled. Bitterness rose up in her mind at that single memory.

And to have the nerve to bring it up again last night! She thought.

Brushing her hair back with her fingers, she sighed. Just her luck she would get stuck with him on this mission. Their friendship was irreparable, even at his feeble attempt to talk about it or simply laugh like old times. She would’ve rather died than spoken about that night again.

“Hm,” she hummed contently as she admired her reflection, a smile forming at the corners of her lips.

The sound of knuckles rapping against the sliding door filled the quiet room. A knot formed suddenly in her throat as she turned at the sound of the door sliding open.

“You knocked today, but you should at least wait for me to respond,” she quipped before she even saw him, knowing.

“Well we should get-oh,”

The atmosphere in the room changed immediately.

One dark eye swiveled over to her as the remainder of his words fell from his lips. Whether he intended it or not, she felt his gaze travel down the length of her silk kimono, consuming her in a way that told her he couldn’t resist.

A stricken gaze returned to her eyes as he stood up straight and took a step towards her, composing himself. She noticed the muscles in his jaw clenched tightly under the fabric of his mask. The usually calm and composed Copy-Ninja was clearly flustered and trying desperately to hide it. The rouge she had dusted on her cheeks earlier darkened as she looked away. Surely she would melt if this continued.

“We should get going, yes,” she finished his sentence, glancing back up. He had looked away, scratching the back of his head. Was he blushing?

“Yes, of course,” he cleared his throat uncomfortably. Finally, she was able to get a good look at him as well. His kimono cinched perfectly to his body, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders.

"Here, let me get your bag," he reached over to pick up her belongings.

"I've got it," she replied just as quickly, reaching. Her hand clasped over the shoulder straps before his had reached, grazing over the back of her palm. Surely she could blame the rug for the electric shock she felt when she had touched his hand in that moment. Or the fact that his chakra nature was inherently lightning based. Anything except what it was.

She stood up, meeting his gaze. Her eyes glanced quickly at the base of his neck, watching him swallow.

Goodness, he was so handsome.

“Let's hurry then, right?” she managed, pulling her bag over her shoulder before walking past him, exiting the room before he could say another word.

***

Upon entering the village, it was clear from the start where they should head. Hitching up her long Kimono, [y/n] traveled past merchants selling festival souvenirs, gold items polished brightly to offer to any naive tourist. [Y/n] nodded to the vendor as their eyes followed her. The further down the path they took, the stranger the village appeared. It became apparent very quickly that they were one of the youngest people in the village. Even the merchants and store owners were nearing at least middle aged.

Another observation [y/n] noticed rather quickly was that there were seldom any women they passed by.

“There are hardly any women around here,” [y/n] whispered to Kakashi. He nodded, his gaze fixated ahead towards the huge building at the end of polished road. She worried their interaction had distracted him. It had certainly distracted her. The most unusual thing for such a stoic shinobi such as himself.

“Interesting,” was all he managed.

They arrived at the entrance of what looked like a museum shortly after.

"This must be it," he said to her, looking up at the gold dome that housed the museum.

Lines of older looking tourists eagerly queued for their chance to purchase tickets. [Y/n] nodded politely again at the ticket seller as he looked her up and down. Was her outfit too much? The few women she had seen had been dressed just as nice, although they were much older. She blushed nervously.

“Is this where they are housing the artifacts on display?” Kakashi asked the man, gesturing to the museum gate. The ticket seller nodded, pointing his chin to a smaller line to the side.

“If you’re looking to buy, you can head to the art dealer line over there,” the man offered.

“Art dealer, yes - perfect,” [y/n] looked up at Kakashi. She noticed he didn’t seem himself since their interaction in her room. As they walked towards the art dealers line, she took his elbow and stopped him.

“Are you okay?” She asked, meeting his gaze for the first time since that morning. "You seem distracted."

“I’m fine,” he waved a hand dismissively, looking away, “this outfit is just uncomfortable. Let's go.”

They were quickly ushered in with dignitary status through the side door. Only a handful of others followed them in, their formal attire higher end than anything [y/n] had ever seen. She picked at the fabric of her silk as she observed the stitching detail of the man in front of her.

“Finally!” A boisterous voice appeared beside them, “the day has come! Our grand opening!”

Kakashi stood straight, slipping quickly back into his calm demeanor as the goal of the mission neared. She exhaled, her eyes falling to the man who had spoken so loudly.

His beard was large and white, combed through and almost polished under the yellow lights. His robes were flamboyant and rather tacky, yet high end enough to pass as someone important.

He had to be older, she thought, much past middle age yet still agile enough to get around quickly. She looked back up at him when she realized he hadn’t said anything. Two beady eyes were staring back at her and her alone. She smiled, extending a hand as she intuitively fell into her fabricated role as a confident art dealer, just as Kakashi had.

“Yuki” she introduced, providing a fake name as she shook the man's hand. His fingers look manicured.

“Hiro Goro,” the man replied, “at your service!”

Kakashi followed suite, his hand reaching for the mans' as well. “Ren.”

“First to extend a hand! Admirable,” the man said, looking back at [y/n]. His eyes bore into hers, intent on something. The way he stared at her was unlike any way anyone had ever looked at her before. It’s was different - hungry. Her foot shifted back uncomfortably, but her expression remained confident.

“Come, come!” Goro gestured for them to follow, leaving the others who had stood in line longer up in arms. Clearly, the two of them stood out, and [y/n] wondered if it were a good thing or a bad thing to receive such special treatment.

“So, looking to buy some things for the young married couple?” Goro smiled back at them, clearly eager.

“Oh, we’re not married,” [y/n] quickly replied, flushing. “Just colleagues.”

Goro turned around quickly, almost suddenly, and raised two eyebrows, “Ah, well that is just wonderful. You're too beautiful to be taken. A lot of men must be after you!" He smiled, winking.

[Y/n] laughed uncomfortably, unsure of what to say.

As Goro turned around, [y/n] felt a grip on her upper arm. “Stay close to me,” Kakashi muttered to her, the fabric of his nose against her ear. He pulled away and she looked over at him, wanting to tell him she could take care of herself, but the man spun around again before she could protest.

“So, what are we looking for?” Goro asked, walking in reverse. “Paintings? Sculptures?”

“Ah,” Kakashi spoke first, “a mix of everything.”

Goro nodded, assessing the two with a smile, “Right. Well, right this way. Let's start at the beginning.”

***

The museum was much larger than the two of them had originally anticipated. Hallways and staircases leading them to different exhibits housing artifacts from regions near and far. [Y/n] looked around, noticing different alarms set in each room, all heavily armed and ready for anyone that came near any artifact. She hummed it herself, wondering.

“There it is,” [y/n] whispered what felt like hours later, pointing discreetly to the scroll situated behind a glass wall. Kakashi looked over, acknowledging the item before returning his gaze to Goro , who was teaching them a both about a rather new looking ceramic vase he claimed was 200 years old.

[Y/n] bit her lip, assessing the situation unfolding before her. There was no way to get behind the glass. She leaned back, looking to see if there were a door of some kind, but there was nothing. Just alarms and cameras situated at every corner. There was no way Kakashi could hold off distracting him long enough for her to find the correct entrance to the exhibit, bypass the security and then somehow replicate the scroll, all without being seen. Even now, more patrons were coming through to this section of the museum, all looking curiously at the different artifacts.

Did they know this was a stolen good? Did they know any of this was probably purchased with dirty money? [Y/n] inhaled deeply, her eyes set on the scroll.

“Interested in something, Yuki?” Goro smiled, rubbing his hands together and taking the chance to come closer to her. He slid between Kakashi’s body and her own. Kakashi looked over Goro’s shoulder to her and made eye contact. His head bobbed in a sublet nod.

“Yes, this scroll over here,” [Y/n] smiled warmly at Goro, gesturing to the scroll behind the glass. “It’s quite something. We collect ancient scrolls. It says on the description that it is from the Land of Lotus?”

“Yes, yes!” Goro nodded, his cheeks red and puffy as he grinned. “Bestowed to us from one of their finest leaders. He was a friend of mine back in the day - a true warrior. But alas, they needn’t not anymore. He was gracious enough to donate it to our museum.”

[Y/n] made no sign of disbelief, despite her knowing the truth of the origin of this scroll. It disgusted her to know what a blatant lie this man was telling the whole world, all to make a profit.

“Wonderful,” she smiled, “Ren, what do you think?”

“It’ll make an excellent addition to our collection,” Kakashi nodded, stepping back between her body and Goro’s.

“Wonderful,” he repeated, “Jeri, would you please go and grab the scroll for these young folks? Wrap it up nice, would you, good sir?”

An elderly looking man in the same getup as Goro nodded, shuffling his feet away.

“Well, shall we go discuss pricing then?” The two of them nodded, giving each other a quick uneasy glance as they walked toward a back office with the man. He waved enthusiastically to a few patrons, each calling out his name as though he were an old friend of theirs. Again, [y/n] noticed the seemingly absent women in the group. She wondered what that was about.

“So, pricing,” Goro sighed, sitting down behind his large polished wooden desk in his office. Clapping his hands together, the gold rings on his fat fingers clashed as he folded them at his chest. “300,000 Ryo.”

Kakashi nodded, seemingly unfazed by the offer, “250,000,” he countered.

The old man reappeared, holding the scroll which was wrapped up in a silk piece of fabric. Goro thanked the man, shooing him away as he smiled widely at the pair. Carefully, he unwrapped it and showed it to Kakashi.

“275,000. And perhaps you’d like to throw in something else?” Goro smiled as he placed the scroll before them on the desk, this time showing his teeth in his grandiose smile. They were all perfectly straight, like little porcelains piano keys.

“I’m not sure I understand?” Kakashi cocked an eyebrow at the man. [Y/n] looked over at him, her spine cold suddenly with a chill.

“Well,” Goro laughed lightly, looking down at his desk for a moment as though it were obvious. “In the Land of Gold, we like to barter. I have something you want, you have something I want. Make sense?”

Kakashi’s chin rose, his eyes looking down at Goro as [y/n] looked between the two. Goro’s eyes landed on her, his expression haughty and dark.

“I think you have the wrong idea, Mr. Hiro,” Kakashi replied, “we do not make business like that.”

“Oh, but I do,” Goro replied quickly, standing up. “And I’ll get what I want, or you won’t get anything.”

“I don’t-“

“Fine,” [y/n] replied quickly. Kakashi looked over at her, his eye wide. He clenched his jaw, as if to say ‘what are you doing?’

“You’ll give us the scroll?” [y/n] asked, surprised at herself. Under no circumstance did she want to do this. On the contrary, she had never been more frightened of a man her life. But she couldn’t think of another plan. Kakashi would only talk in circles to him, unwilling to give her up. There was security everywhere, cameras setup at each corner. To top it off, they didn’t even have the money to begin with. Their original plan was a bust, the security of the scroll was much higher than they had originally thought.

“Don’t worry, Yuki, dear,” Goro smiled, snaking his hand between the two of them. “Of course. You have my word. I just want to get to know you. A man such as myself gets lonely, you understand, right, Ren?"

"Mr. Hiro, I don't thin-"

"Don't worry, Ren. We'll only be a little while. I just want to chat. Right, Yuki? My guards will keep you company, Ren. Yuki, darling, let's go chat in the other room, shall we?"

Behind him, two bulky middle aged men appeared, each yielding a gun. [Y/n]’s eyes widened; she had never seen a real weapon like that before. Only civilian countries used such weapons - ones that easily killed. Kakashi looked around, his mind clearly trying to think of another plan as quickly as possible while Goro ushered her to the next room over. Her body tensed as his hand slid up her back.

Tsunade’s words echoed in [y/n]’s mind, “don’t kill anyone and don’t make a scene. We don’t need to get involved in a war.”

Her eyes locked with Kakashi’s, as if to tell him ‘I’ll be okay - think of something to get that scroll.’

Still, his eye was a dark pool of concern and panic. She had never quite seen him this way, lines forming at the waterline of his bottom lids.

Closing the door behind him and leaving Kakashi alone in the room with the two guards caused her heart rate to jump. Anxiety enveloped her, rushing through her bloodstream like a dam being broken open.

She instantly regretted her decision as Goro went over to a bar situated on the opposite side of the room, pouring himself a glass for both himself and her. How could she distract him long enough for Kakashi to think of a plan? He was smart, but how could he bypass all of the security?

“Won’t you sit?” He offered, pointing to a leather chair opposite of him. He handed her the drink, and she took it. Looking down into it, she wondered what was in it.

“Don’t be so nervous, Yuki, dear,” Goro smiled, sitting beside her, “I am not going to hurt you. As an unmarried woman, you have nothing to worry about, right? A beautiful woman like yourself should be worshiped. I've never quite seen someone so beautiful as you. Do tell me where you're from. You should take my gestures as a compliment." The back of his finger caressed her arm and she recoiled.

“Drink, drink,” he smiled, lifting his glass, “it’ll calm your nerves.”

“I am good, thank you,” she replied, placing the drink down.

“I insist,” he picked it back up and handed it to her. Smiling uncomfortably, she lifted it to her lips and filtered the drink against her teeth, ensuring none was drank.

There was another knock at the door opposite of them, the one that wasn’t connected to Goro’s office.

“Come in!” Goro grinned, putting his glass down on the coffee table before them. He clasped his hands together in excitement, looking over to her with raised eyebrows. Her stomach churned nervously, feeling a cold sweat suddenly spread across her skin.

‘How can I get out of this?’ She thought, her eyes darting around desperately.

The sound of another man entered behind her, “Osamu, I’m glad you got my message.”

Before she could turn around, she felt a hand clamp on her mouth, muffling a squeal that came from her lips. Without hesitation, her wrist was grabbed as well, yanking it behind her head. Her hair pin slipped out of her hair, making a subtle ping on the marble floor behind the chair.

Frantic, she grasped at the palm against her mouth with her free hand, clawing at the man’s hairy fingers that pressed so tightly to her lips. She could use her jutsu now, but that would clearly cause a scene. They would be outed as ninjas and surely be confined as prisoners of war. Panicking, her eyes widened as Goro stood, gently placing his hand on her knee and sliding her dress up. Her reflexes immediately jerked him away, kicking him in the stomach with her heel.

“Feisty,” Goro grinned wildly, “Just how I like them.”

A muffled cry came from her mouth behind the man’s hands. She continued to push him away with her feet, but her efforts were fruitless. Her chest cramped as tears welled in her eyes, looking up at the ceiling as she writhed her body in the chair. His thick hands slid up her thighs, smooth, disgusting fingers reaching the hem of her panties.

“Should I sedate her, Goro, sir?” Osamu asked. How could she have subjected herself to this? Why did she say yes? What did she think was going to happen? Panic rushed through every nerve ending in her body.

She jerked, kicking her foot against the coffee table. The sounds of shattering glass skidding across the floor filling the room. The noise was louder than she had anticipated, but it merely blended in with the high velocity of blood pumping in her ears.

Please let him have heard that, she begged to herself.

"Those were good drinking glasses," Goro scowled at her, looking back at the shattered glass on the floor. "Nasty woman."

She felt as though she were going to faint from adrenaline, fear and now anger. She tried to wrangle her hand free, using ever bit of her strength as she used the other to push Goro away. They slipped out of Osamu's grip before he quickly grasped it again.

"Osamu, please take both of her hands. You should know better."

The mysterious man behind her pulled away his palm from her mouth to grab her free wrist, collecting it in his other strong hand. She yelled out at the chance before his hand slapped back on over her mouth.

A tear crept from the corner of her eye as she continued to writhe beneath him, feeling this old man pulling her underwear down, sloppy bearded kisses sliding up her thigh as he knelt before her.

All at once, the door behind her slammed open, its oak finish bouncing against the wall from impact. Her eyes widened as Goro looked up, his expression changing from lewd to stunned.

“Get out!” He ordered loudly, pointing at whoever had opened the door. [Y/n] knew as soon as the grip of the man’s hand slid from her mouth and the sound of fists against flesh filled her ears. Thinking quickly, she kneed Goro between his legs, standing up to see Kakashi behind her with the burly man who held her captive in a headlock, choking him. Goro cried out in pain, gritting his teeth as he stumbled backwards.

“Get back here, you disgusting whore!”

Lunging forward, Goro grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back as she pulled her panties back up her legs.

“Get off of me!” She yelled, elbowing him in the face, hitting the base of his nose and hearing it crack. Without hesitation, her hand landed smoothly at the base of his neck and he leaned forward in pain. She finished him off with a knee jerk to the forehead, knocking him out.

With her chest heaving, she looked down at her assailant, his body face down on the marble floor. Everything had happened so quickly, she was unsure of how to process it. She looked around the room, her vision tunneling with adrenaline.

“Are you ok?” Kakashi asked her, his eyes watching her the whole time as she looked around. She swallowed, looking over at him. Her expression must have disturbed him, as she felt his hand on her wrist, guiding her out of the room. The two guards in Goro’s office lay face down as well. His hand slipped between hers, squeezing it.

“Are they dead?”

“No, just knocked unconscious,” he replied. His hand felt warm in hers, but her heart still pounded uncomfortably in her chest.

“I have the scroll. Let’s get out of here, quickly,” he told her, pulling her out of the office and closing the door to ensure no patrons saw the mess behind it.

***

The two reached the edge of the village quickly, their feet taking them beyond the onsen they had stayed at the previous night. They didn’t even retrieve their belongings.

Finally, 10 minutes later, they reached a clearing in the woods, and [y/n] stopped. Kakashi looked back at her, his expression concerned.

“You didn’t have to save me,” she told him defiantly, though her voice cracked. Her thoughts felt irrational, yet she was still reeling from the adrenaline.

"I was fine, I swear, I was fine," Her words said one thing, but her voice cracked as she lifted her head to the sky, the back of her hand on her forehead. She closed her eyes. Panic seemed to consume her body again, dizzy as she felt the rough feeling of Goro's beard against her thigh.

She had almost been raped. Raped for a stupid scroll. How could she have been so stupid? To think she could just talk to this man while Kakashi distracted the guards.

“I know,” Kakashi said to her calmly, turning back to walk towards her, “but there was-“

“But you didn’t have to, I could’ve saved myself,” she said, her voice shrill with anxiety, “I could’ve done it - I don’t -“

She couldn’t find the words. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that man’s haughty expression staring back at her, like a piece of meat in front of its prey. Her knees gave way beneath her and she fell to the ground, a sob erupting from her chest.

“Hey,” Kakashi called quietly, kneeling down beside her. Quickly, he gathered her up and pulled her close to his chest, feeling her body wracked with sobs as she clutched his kimono. His hand slid up into her hairline, pressing her head to his collarbone firmly.

“It’s okay,” he whispered to her, sitting on the dirt path himself, “you’re safe. I’ve got you.”

“Why did I do that?”

“You didn’t do anything,” he assured her, “You’re not an object to be bartered for and taken. It's not your fault.”

“Oh god,” was all she could manage, muffled against the fabric of his clothing. His arms held her tight, wrapping around her shoulders as his body rocked back and forth slightly to comfort her.

She wasn’t sure how long she had stayed there against him, unsure of how long the panic had taken to melt away from her, coming and going like the ebb and flow of the ocean. When it would return, he could feel her body go rigid and he gripped her shoulders tighter.

“It’s okay,” he would whisper against her ear.

Finally, she pulled away, eyes red and puffy as she looked back at him.

“Thank you,” she managed.

He gave her a soft half smile, reaching his hand up to her temple and pressing his palm to it to sweep away her matted hair. Something stirred within her, a longing for his touch that she had always wished for. It comforted her. Whether or not she was vulnerable in this moment was besides the point. She wanted nothing more than to be with him. To feel safe with him.

The energy around them shifted, his eye staring at her and searching her face as his hand fell to her jaw. A thumb grazed it warily. His gentle gaze was a stark contrast from Goro’s - tender and caring.

She was sure he was only comforting her, assuring her that she was safe. But the way his hand felt against her cheek, delicately caressing the base of her jaw with his thumb, twisted her stomach in a much different way.

“[y/n],” He said softly, “I know this isn’t the best time, but I have to tell you something.”

Her eyes searched his face, her mind reeling from the sudden change of events. How quickly everything had unfolded today, coupled with the trauma experienced left her feeling dazed. She felt his fingers weave themselves into the hair at the nape of her neck.

“I’m sorry for what I said on that mission,” he managed, his expression genuine. He studied her face, piecing together the words in his head. It was clear he was struggling. Her heart raced, this time pleasantly.

“I feel - I have always felt-“

Without hesitation, [y/n] leaned forward, pressing her lips to his clothed ones before he even finished his sentence. Pulling away, she looked up into his wide eye, blush creeping up her neck as she thought she may have crossed another line. But before she could even apologize, she felt his mouth press against hers, tender yet feverish. Two lips moved carefully over hers, the fabric between them a soft barrier that filtered the heat of their breaths. Reaching up, he pulled the cloth over his chin, pressing them back to hers in fervid kiss that left her feeling delirious.

She pulled herself into him more, gripping the lapels of his kimono as he splayed his palm against her back, pulling her close. His lips moved to the corners of her mouth, and across her cheek. Leaving delicate kisses in his wake before nestling his nose in the crook of her neck.

They stayed like that, her nose breathing in the woodsy sent of his grey hair. She peppered kisses across the shell of his ear, feeling calm for the first time since they had left the village.

Pulling away, he pressed his forehead to hers, his fingers pressing the hair at the nape of her neck down.

“I love you,” she heard him say, barely above a whisper. She wasn’t sure she heard him right, but as her eyes connected with his, she knew his words were true. She lifted her hand to his face, seeing it for the first time as her fingers slid down his cheek to his jaw. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Please forgive me.”

*******

4 months later

No one ever forgets the trauma experienced by an attempted sexual assault. The wounds are ever fresh, barely scabbing over in your mind. Yet every day, little by little, there is someone there to mend them. To apply balm to them and ensure they heal. Whether that healing take months, or years, it doesn’t matter. Sometimes she would wake up in a sweat, reliving that moment over and over again in her head until she wanted to vomit. The panic consuming her just as it had in that moment, ever so prominent and barely diminishing in strength.

No matter how much she had tried to deny it, she felt responsible for saying yes in that moment. For getting herself into a stupid situation that she could have avoided had she just been smart enough to think of another plan. Yet, each day, each moment she had spoken those thoughts, Kakashi was there to reassure her that no man should think he could take advantage of a woman as Goro had done.

Kakashi had been a key component of her healing journey, appearing by her side and loving her in a way she never thought he would. All those months ago when she had offered her feelings to him, she never suspected that he had just been shielding her from himself. The copy ninja had is own trauma to process, yet they managed to heal together. Side by side. Along for the journey.

***

A/N: So, I'll be real here, know I said I would write this LITERALLY 4 months ago, but I didn't like how I wrote it the first three times and the I got frustrated and gave up, tbh. Which is why I haven't been back in so long because I was stuck on this fic and didn't want to give you guy something else when I promised this first. I'm like 75% content with it now, so I hope you enjoyed it.

Anyway, I hope this wasn't offensive to anyone or ignorantly written. If I, in anyway, did not describe the aftermath feelings as you feel they should be, please let me know. I hope I was able to articulate it well, despite the grim subject.

#kakashi hatake #kakashi #naruto shippuden #hatake kakashi #kakashi imagine #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi imagines #Kakashi x you #Kakashi Hatake #naruto imagines #naruto prompts

[kebriones]

Does Greek mythology count as a fandom? Probably not but still there's definitely the community there.

Also i don't like the minute something becomes popular like a series or movie people jump to fanart and i feel the anxious urge that i have to draw it only because it's popular and it may gain popularity.

It's general yeah for commissions but internet has become hostile to new artists so eventually just focus on what i like the most. Though it's also not bad when your art gets appreciated.

well I count everything as fandom. Greek mythology itself is.... a mythology. The entirety of myths from a specific time and place. I would say "the people who like greek mythology" can consider themselves/be considered part of a fandom for sure. fandom isn't a scientific term so we can say "the cat fandom" etc, whatever we want.

Okay yeah, I understand the fear of missing out, but we also need to remember that the fanartists usually actually like the thing. when something is popular it means many people watch it and a percentage of these people are artists. if 1 in 50 people draws, when 50 people watch something then you have only 1 making art, if 50.000 people watch it then you have a thousand artists. that's an over simplification but I hope you get my point. FOMO is an issue we need to work on in ourselves because it's a useless burden.

There's a discussion i've seen happening a lot about the problem with fandoms getting faster and faster, where the majority of fans consumme everything within a month and then forget the thing afterwards, making fanartists feel like they have to rush. That's a problem with media in general imo, and it's up to everyone individually to understand this is a problem, slow down and enjoy things more and for a longer time. But there will always be people who are fans of a thing years and years after it's done. Star trek fanart, or lotr fanart is still doing extremely well out there.

When everyone and their mother is trying to market you a new band, a new game, a new series it doesn't help. At the same time, nobody can police how long people spend on any one interest and nobody owes anyone their free time and attention.

OKay so for commissions, as I said, if your art is good, and you build yourself a small community of artists (even just a few dozens of people) who will see you making a "commissions open" and reblog it, you can get some jobs. then one job will bring another, but it's a very slow process. Another thing about commissions is that you will absolutely get orders that do not interest you at all, and unless you're crazy succesful, you'll have to take them to make a living. so if you see your "making fanart of things you maybe aren't crazy about" as part of your job, maybe that will make it easier.

But literally, don't stress. Just post your art and try to focus on growing as an artist. If you don't rely on commissions to pay rent and food, literally give 0 fucks about the audience.

Final note, it really is extremely rewarding and the best motivation, to have your art appreciated by others. The more you grow and the more you share it, the more of that you'll get. People are usually very drawn to others who are passionate. Whatever you're passionate about, share it. Be annoying, even. post stupid sketches, post whatever. I thought I was just gonna be screaming into a void about alcibiades but i've found a bunch of people who also want to scream about him and it's great.

P.S. PRO TIP I JUST THOUGHT OF. One could say this is a bad thing, idk, but the way social media is, it pays off to show yourself along with your art. I don't mean show pictures. I mean post about your day. Post your thoughts, whatever. Make your presence more personal rather than "I just post my art", especially on places like twitter and tumblr. On instagram, you can do that through stories. Share funny things, be engaging. I have favorite artists that I know nothing about, but the ones I feel like I know personally I will be more likely to support by buying merch/commissions or helping them promote their stuff. It makes people feel like they can talk to you more.

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #if you're more interested in commissions specifically we can talk more about that.

[onebrainsel]

Another commission finished for @blood--hunter!

It was fun to work on it, and as it is my trade mark, a little bit sad at times. I can't escape the angst.

My commissions are open, I got slots starting next month for anyone interested! Just hit me up if you wanna secure one for you. All commission info is on the pinned post on my blog!

#final fantasy vii #compilation of final fantasy vii #crisis core #sephiroth #fic commissions #sel's writing misadventures

[waterlinkedgirl]

Hey everyone! Water here! 💙💛 It might be a bit of an unusual post, but there's been a few folks who have asked if I have a ko-fi or the likes, or have otherwise said they would have liked to have supported me monetarily one way or another. While this is obviously my hobby rather than my job, and my subtitles will forever remain free, I don't think there's anyone who wouldn't accept a gesture of gratitude in the form of a penny or a dime if offered so, especially for something they put time and work in. (And some money but that doesn't count since I'd have bought the myus in question anyway, haha).

So I have! opened a ko-fi! ✨

Its main purpose, though, will be giving those who wish to give generic monetary tips/thank-yous a way to do so 🥺. I won't be taking outright commissions for for example shonichis, as detailed in the blog post on that page, because of my turnaround time (more than months) and, well, the tightrope that these kinds of things naturally walk on. However, what I can do is set up a Queue!

I have a set schedule of Main Myus, that won't be influenced by anything other than current events and my own whims. However, I also have a bunch of Side Projects of various sizes (shonichis, other performances of multi-day streams, non-toumyu works like Toukabu, Kiden, or Tenimyu, etc.) that I could bump up based on interest!

So what I can do is the following: I'll make a Tumblr post with my current projected Queue of Main Myus and Side Projects. If you wish to tip/sponsor me, and in it you mention looking forward to a certain Main Myu or Side Project/would've otherwise have liked commissioning me for it, I'll put an exclamation mark ! next to the title! Based on those exclamation marks ! , in other words, based on interest, I'll move the Side Projects up or down in their respective queues, or add them to the list of projects I plan to soon ('soon') be working on.

It'll be a slower system than direct commissions, since Main Myus will still take precedence and those also take months to do properly. It will be more akin to weighted suggestions, and with the amount of Side Projects I have I might have to put some projects on hold at times, so please don't tip with a "looking forward to" if you wouldn't have tipped otherwise!

And, I hope this speaks for itself, but my askbox on Tumblr here will keep on being my main means of communication, and will obviously stay open for those who prefer to give thanks with words rather than with coins! I, very simply put, enjoy it when people tell me my subs have helped them enjoy a work 🥺

#please don't feel pressured to tip! #I hope it's clear I don't tl for monetary rewards but primarily because I enjoy seeing messages that people enjoyed themselves thanks to my #subtitles!

[thefaiao]

    About two months ago my laptop’s HDD died. I couldn’t really recover anything in the moment, and just left it unplugged inside the case until I could take it somewhere to check if it the files were truly unsalvageable. I wasn’t that annoyed by it. I had backed up most important files relating to game work, and I didn’t care too much about drawings that I already posted. I wouldn’t mind backing them up, but I wouldn’t lose sleep over it since they are posted somewhere already.     This HDD actually had been on a long journey with me. It, together with the laptop, carried me through a whole year of living alone and isolated for everyone I knew. It had been having problems since forever but it soldiered through most of it. It’s actually impressive how long it lasted, to be fair. But any times it would show hints of death then, I’d have a nervous breakdown. My anxiety and isolation were at a critical level. Drinking some Monster sent me to the hospital for pure anxiety. So all the bad stuff blended together at the time, and I couldn’t bother to fix all of it. When you are living day by day and hanging on by a thread on all sides, every loss can feel very major.     It only died after I moved back home. The worst part about losing the HDD was having to reinstall all the programs, and relearn my routine. When working on long-term projects, routine is really the only thing that can carry you further. Games are composed of so many different pieces. The amount of programs you have to use really incentivise terrible habits, like leaving the computer on eternally, or having multiple programs open at all times.     When I got my first drawing tablet, my thought process was: “If I put this in front of me, eventually I’ll draw on it, even if out of boredom.” This actually worked. I think that by leaving all the different programs open, I am hoping to finish the game out of boredom. But it doesn’t work as well when you are on your mid-twenties and the weight of life starts creeping up your back. It just feels like you are stuck in some sort of hell, and if you aren’t using those programs or drawing, you aren’t really doing anything. I wasn’t a teen trying to teach myself how to draw like those cool internet artists; rather, I was an adult, with a faulty income source, alone, in the middle of nowhere.     I think moving out of my Mom’s apartment was a form of attempted suicide. I think I just wanted to leave the world, make the game or die. Games take longer than it’d take me to die. Maybe I didn’t know this consciously, but deep down I think I understood. It’s hard not to feel like a failure.     My parents always let me follow my whims. My Dad supports me, but I feel he sees me as more of a symbol. I don’t think he could describe my interests in detail, or the person I am. I am similarly distant to him, but I know he likes Blade Runner, and records, and running, and pretending to smoke big cigars. I like Blade Runner too. I wish he saw that I’m happy he likes Blade Runner, because I got to like Blade Runner because of that.     My Mom does understand me, and is able to describe who I am. But I don’t ever feel she is happy with my choices. She doesn’t mention it actively, perhaps out of tiredness, but she wishes I had a normal job, or had chosen another subject that not games. I don’t think the drawings or the commissions I’ve done mean anything to her. I don’t think they mean anything to anyone outside of my circles... I managed to support myself with them, but I wouldn’t say it was a completely successeful endeavour. I think she sees the game as a waste of time and energy, especially if it doesn’t make any money. It might not make any money.    It’s understandable. She won’t be here forever. I need a stable source of money, not just enough to pay some bills, sometimes. I feel I almost got tricked by the world into following my dream. I felt everything was telling me I should be honest with myself, and that I should chase after the things that mattered to me. So that’s what I did, and what I’ve been doing still. I’m not sure where I’m going in life. I think I just heard what I wanted to hear, and I always wanted to chase after a dream.    Two days ago, my new SSD died. I had used it to boot the laptop back up after the HDD died. I had already gotten into the routine again. It was brand new, and gifted by my friend to me. I didn’t ask for it, she just did it because she knew I needed it. I often complain about life, but thinking back now, this is truly something not everyone gets. It was brand new.    It died suddenly. I lost a good chunk of work on the game. We are getting closer to finishing the demo, so each part is major. I may have lost a model of the boss. This time I did have a nervous breakdown because of the loss of the laptop. The truth is that this past year has been setbacks after setbacks, and I feel my time ticking down.    Money worries from both my parents. Dog getting a tracheostomy, and all the medical care surrounding it. Having to live apart from my girlfriend, which I am dedicated to being with as long as I can. Having to constantly move to other places, without any certainty for the future, for reasons internal and external. And death, death everywhere.     I’ve gotten the habit of looking at my dog knowing he is living on borrowed time, getting sad, and petting him just a bit. I think that through all of this, I do a similar thing to the game. I look at it. Wonder how much time I have left to keep working and polishing it before moving on. Be happy about how far its come. Notice how much needs work on closer inspection. Get back to work.     When I spend a few weeks away from the game I noticed how much I care for it, and how much I like what it is. I don’t think everyone will notice why this matters to me, but maybe that is fine. And similarly, I feel like this about my dog. He may pass away soon, but he came so far, lived fifteen years and had many adventures. And I got to take care of him. So it’s not so bad. And he still barks everyday, and he still takes sunbaths. He still thinks, and decides.     The people who’ve been with me despite all of this puzzle me. My girlfriend has stuck with me through these decisions, and always says I am destined to make great things. The programmer, whom co-develops the game with me, has stuck with me and this game, and is willing to keep going as far as we need to make it complete. Things like this make me wonder if my dream is actually possible and real. And that I can brave through all these setbacks.    Is the game really that good? Is my work that good? Does it even matter if it is? I often show it to people and they don’t understand what’s good about it. All I know for now is that despite everything, I want to work on it still. I want to make this weird dream come true. I won’t get to play a game like the one I’m making, but maybe someone else out there will get to play it the way I wish I could.

[rscroogedraws]

Commissions are open again! If you're interested, I have all of my current commission info and prices here:

I set up a Patreon last month. So far, I have a $1.00 tier set up and 3 Patreon reward illustrations. All 3 are up and available now! Two of the PNGs are for patrons only, but the Rivera Halloween illustration PNG is free.

As an FYI, my Patreon is more of an optional/voluntary tip jar at this point in time. Any Patreon illustrations will be shared in general here and my other major social media. The only exclusive part is that most PNG versions of an image will be available to patrons only. I'll be setting up a poll for November's rewards soon, so keep your eyes peeled!

If you're interested, here's my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/TheRScrooge

And here are the October/Halloween specific Patreon rewards:

Next week is going to be focused on finishing commissions. After those, I'm hoping to get 4 pages updated for my fan comic "You're Not my Boyfriend." I'm also hoping to get back to working on pages for my new comic "Love Potions Won't Work" this month, too.

Another thing I'd like to do with YNMB is bundle all of the current pages into a PDF once I get the next 4 done and put that out there in one convenient spot for anybody interested. I definitely want to do that consistently all the way up until it's done, too.

I'm also thinking about putting up my PNGs and various other illustrations up for purchase or download on itch.io. Once I have that set up, I'll make another update post. That's where I'd especially like to put up my Patreon PNGs if anyone wants a specific one, but isn't interested in my Patreon. There will be several free things up there, too.

#general update #commissions open #patreon #october patreon rewards #halloween patreon rewards