#requests: still closed

[toktopus-art]

part 1 of meme redraws (some of which were requested by the lovely people on my patreon)

#stranger things #stranger things fanart #part 1 because my patrons send so many great memes jksdf #and if you're on my patreon you still can send more until monday which is when i'll close the request form!

[clanborn]

song number 10 :)

I left my soul exposed

To frail hands who hold

My fate up in the air

And through their fingers fall

The meaning of it all

Down to the floor it goes

Is There Anybody Here? - The Dear Hunter

#still want to do a couple of these music asks since i had ideas for them #requests are closed pls don’t send more tho :3 #leafpool #crowfeather #my art #warrior cats #spotify requests #ask game #anon #ask

[ohitslen]

Something other about his eyes

Bonus! Based on this quick thing I did this afternoon and the idea took a bit more shape and turned into that thing from above uEK

#not too much effort on the colors with this one #o would’ve left it just with lineart but at the end I thought it would look nicer with some rough shadows #shadowing. you know what I meant. #his plant markings being extremely faint on his eyes when they aren’t glowing is very true to me also #I think itd be awesome if Vash’s eyes would just look like that when he isn’t masking #or they could be a bit more lax but still look like they are staring far far away into the void #or into your souls if you so happen to make eye contact with him. like woowoo over here #he is probably listening for one of his sisters who is not so close to him. maybe even Kni? who knows it’s up to interpretation #Vash’s hair can be such a nightmare also. I do not think of physics when drawing him whatsoever #I give him the Mickey Mouse ears treatment sometimes and some other I actually respect the fact that his hair will always be swept #to the right. if you haven’t noticed that yet. I think it’s way more noticeable on the 2d art #which is a nice touch! considering that’s the direction I’m which his haircut was when they were kids. isn’t that fun #anyways weird Vash for me once again and I’ll share a little with you. ah I’ll get to the requests later btw! #trigun #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #vashwood #trigun fanart #vash #wolfwood #nicholas trigun #lenssi draws #vash saverem #ah extra note. this is meant to be pre plant revelation. I think Vash would already know about what WW is there for since very early on #but about the plant thing he was still a little doubtful since he wouldn’t think Kni would disclose that information so easily. #so seeing that Nick has a very keen eye and is very observant kind of ticks him off even though he is just the same. so maybe that’s why #it ticks him in the first place. headcanons everywhere in this household

[suntails]

pietà

#TY LETTIE FOR THE COMM AND FOR THIS ABSOLUTE TREASURE OF A REQUEST. IM SO ILL ITS SO SICK AND TWISTED (POSITIVE) #silver in the depths of despair but still holding his father close. with love and compassion and mourning who he is and what has happened #surrounded by the nothingness. nothing but blot and misery. lilia still untouched and kept safe. the lil halo glow OUGUGHH #the RING being blotted. the blot winding up his arm like the pricked finger on the spindle iM GNAWINF THE BARS OF MY CAGE GRGAHGAHH #WHEN I TELL U THIS IS THE SINGLE BEST COMM REQUEST IN THE HISTORY OF EVER. WHEN I TELL U LETTIES MIND IS SO POWERFUL #im normal. ty b i love u so much <3 #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #suntails #i will never be normal again. hope this helps

[nouverx]

Ok but Vash trying to heal Meryl when she's not feeling well because plant in instincts is so CUTE! If you're still taking requests: Meryl holding his hands and touching foreheads with him whenever he's sad? And him doing the same for her? It'd be so cute! 💖

Sorry it took me so long to draw that one, really loves it I but wanted to make it justice so badly!!

(previous request for more context)

#trigun stampede #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #vashmeryl #art request #trigun #im not happy with my drawings heeelp #I LOVE THE IDEA THAT VASH LIKES TO DO HEAD BUMPS WITH HUMANS TOO #like he cant communicate with humans thepatically like he does with plants but he still likes the closeness u know what I mean??? #his plant brains goes brrrr when humans do this to him and I wont elaborate

[industrations]

my little guy.

i know that your prompts and requests are closed.

as i am the light of your life, however,

i just need a sprinkle

of your affection

in the shape of

an egg

Eggie

#space ​jellyfish #but like fen said #my requests are closed so please don’t send any more #i’m working on the ones i still have #reggie of the day

[livingdeadhorse]

all the request asks r under the cut

Ok so the @s. You can send an ask if you want your tag removed!!

(for @ghostofbuttercups, @starboyfriend, @nautilsam, @melancholic-entrails, @oretachi-ni-genkai-wa-nai, @oliolioliiiiiiiii, @mukurosgf)

#this blog uses she/her for chihiro btw #REQUESTS R CLOSED #sonia nevermind #ultimate imposter #byakuya twogami #chihiro fujisaki #junko enoshima #kyoko kirigiri #mahiru koizumi #mukuro ikusaba #hajime hinata #ibuki mioda #I’m Still Not Done man save me #also this my first time drawing some of the sdr2 characters so tengan misericordia #drthh #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #sdr2 #I think that’s everything #next time imma js let m0ndo lose #that sick fuck has me working like a dog for a tumblr poll #<- these r jokes #also yeah I drew mukuro with a horse sue me

[ika-tko]

Commission of Cherche. Thank you 🙏

#it's still this week i wasn't being a liar about posting lmao #i've got another request that's very close to done #gotta check my permissions before posting but that could be up as soon as sunday #we'll see. as we know i am chronically tired lol #awakening #cherche #fe13 #commissions

[green-alien-turdz]

its my bday.. could u draw damien??

i rly loved ur art style & how u drew him last time!! pretty pleasee 🙏🙏

It must be a cold fuckin day in hell for this to happen

#asks #damien thorn #south park #sp fanart #my art #I have no internet so i had to take a photo of my computer #go to the fuckin library n post this bitch from my phone #Requests are still closed I was just tryna be nice n do this but FUCK me was the universe against it

[svgvru]

okay but imagine subby dazai who loves to be called Princess …🙏🙏🙏

admin ( posted for the first time in a while ) but like, ur so right nonnie omg. he'd be so cute! imagine him being his brat like self, pulling a couple of pranks, pushing buttons he knows he's not supposed to push, the usual. he'd play fight you, knowing damn well he can't win. he's a bit too frail, too thin and small compared to you. there's no way he'd win, but he tries regardless, whimpering when you pin him to the wall.

his right side his pressed firmly to the wall, one leg is keeping him afoot while the other is in your hold. his left side his folded due to your arms caging his leg to his head between your arms. he's completely trapped and under your control, his arms and legs of no use, just like he wanted of course. imagine slowly pushing into him, sighing at the way his walls feel. "you just have to be irritating, hm?" you grit your teeth, buck up into his hole, smiling at the way his dick slumps downwards due to gravity. "i thought you wanted to be my princess? well—then again, princesses tend to be bratty," you whisper, pressing sloppy kisses to his neck, "guess the slipper fits."

dazai whines at the nickname, his cheeks are reddend with blush as he takes your cock like a champ. his hazel eyes catch the way your cock bulges beneath his belly button, and he almost cums from the sight. "come on, princess. be as bratty as you need to," you coo in his ear, "'m right here."

a chuckle leaves your lips when dazai practically yells your name, muttering "mhm"s and "yesyesyes," over and over again. he's a cutie!

#( community tab ) — nonnie #“thank god i finally wrote something. i apologize for being SO inactive. i have a couple requests still sitting in drafts that—” 1/3 #“—ill work on. requests are closed until i can get some up and out of my inbox. please be patient!” 2/3 #“—can you tell i really like bulges? and skinny guys lmao” 3/3 #dazai osamu #dazai x male reader #bsd x reader #bsd x male reader #bsd smut #dazai x reader #dazai x male!reader #dazai smut #sub bsd #sub dazai #sub character #dom reader #dom male reader #top reader #x top male reader #amab reader #male reader #top male reader

[grezzirossi]

Junker Queen for the Anon who asked her some days ago :3

#Junker queen #Odessa Stone #Overwatch #Request are closed but sometimes If I feel like to I can draw them #still closed tho #sry #mycryptidart

[bakubunny]

hi love! i know you sent this in for on fridays we share with the class, but i’m going to hold onto it and treat it as a request. this touches on a few things that are close to my heart, so want to give this prompt the time and effort it deserves. i’ll hopefully be able to do that in a few weeks once summer starts.

that said, here’s a few headcanon-y thoughts.

part of me thinks of katsuki as someone who struggles with that desire initially; while i believe that mama mitsuki did not raise him to be a rude or judgmental person, i think he struggles with the idea of wanting someone who’s less conventionally attractive, particularly if we’re talking early 20s pro katsuki who trains and does hero work six days a week. from the time he was young, he’s set his sights on being the best at what he does. that means he only wants the person who’s the best in his eyes as a partner. i don’t think that would be enough to keep him from pursuing, but i do think yearning after chubby!reader initially challenges his perception of what the “best” is.

takes him a few days max to work through it and realize he’s down bad for your cute chubby cheeks and thick thighs. 🫣 he pines quietly (and grumpily) for way too long because he doesn’t think you’re interested.

i see him being pretty sweet about the whole thing. one because he’s nervous and two because he doesn’t like seeing you hurt. but i’ll save the rest of my thoughts for later!

i can’t wait to take a crack at this, and i hope this holds you over in the meantime! 🥰 thanks so much for being here. 🖤

#my requests are still closed #i’m hoping to open them up for mini requests in june or july but we’ll see <3 #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #x reader #bnha #mha #aged up characters #chubby reader #chubby!reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #on fridays we share with the class

[alien-bluez]

hiiii could you draw my man jodie foster pls <3 ily

i'll do you one better and draw jodie And narcolas <3

hope you enjoy! (i miss them in s1 i think about them a lot)

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies fanart #dndads fanart #dndads season 1 #narcolas close #nicolas foster #jodie foster dndads #alien answers #dndads requests #my askbox is still open if u want dndads doodles teehee #im sorry for adding narcolas but not really tho

[martyryo]

If u don’t mind could you draw the narrator in Tylers jacket? :D the red or fluffy big black one?

heree, sorry for the long wait!! 😸

#artists on tumblr #digital art #illustration #art #pixel aesthetic #fight club #fight club 1999 #the narrator fight club #jack fight club #tyler durden #movie fanart #art requests #math class awakened my art spirit again #anyways I headcannon that the narrator isn't a big fan of tyler's style despite it being imagined by himself #like even if it's an ideal verion of him he still sees some flaws #also this is like an after movie concept #the narrator finding in his closed the clothes tyler wore before dying and deciding to try them on #they feel weird #anyways heading to sleep #m art yryo

[notthesaint]

For the art requests, could you draw Greenpath Vessel and/or Greenpath hanging out with Hollow, Hornet, Ghost, and Lost kin as siblings time? If you want ofc!

I really like your art style by the way!

This is one of the oldest asks I have received since I made this post, long time ago...

congratulations sire (gender neutral) , for waiting more than one year to get your request done.. here is your prize for being so patient-

#art requests are still closed btw. I have said that long time ago so don't request any. This is a REALLY OLD REQUEST #man i opened up hk requests long time go. before my art improved drastically #this is the second oldest ask I have received- #I finally freed this ask from the abyss.. this ask can now rest in peace KJHAKJAHKJ #my art #ask #hollow knight #hollow knight art #hollow knight fanart #hollow knight hornet #hk hornet #hollow knight thk #hk thk #hk hollow #hk hollow knight #the hollow knight #hk broken vessel #hollow knight broken vessel #hk lost kin #lost kin #broken vessel #hk knight #hk little ghost #hk ghost #hk vessel #hk greenpath vessel #hollow knight vessel #hollow knight art request

[sprout-fics]

Hi! I’m not sure if requests are open (genuine apologies if they’re not, feel free to ignore me!!) but I was wondering how König might react to an S/O with a lot of chronic pain? I know that’s kind of a weird thing to ask,, I just adore how you write him (dark König too !!) and I suffer with horrible chronic pain, particularly in my back, legs and shoulders. I’m essentially in pain 24/7 and its yucky but your version of König is so lovely I’d be honored to see how you think he’d feel about it or comfort them!!

Affliction. Affection.

(König x GN! Reader)

Call of Duty Masterlist

Rating: General Word count: 1.6k Tags: Sickfic, Fluff, Domesticity, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling, Caretaking, Love Languages, Acts of Service A/N: (This touched my heart, anon. I also deal with chronic pain, thought mine is much less consistent than yours. It's something I think about a lot in terms of caring partners and love languages. So I wrote a bit about how I'd want to be comforted on a particular bad pain day, in hopes maybe you'd be able to relate as well. I hope you enjoyed ❤️)

It’s the pain that rouses you from sleep. 

You don’t even realize that’s what it is at first, woken more by your whining, uncomfortable whimpers than the twisting, taut sensation of your muscles pulled too tight. A bowstring drawn back, threatening to snap. The pain extends outwards, like fissures it delves deep into you, letting you gaze into the depths where the thorny weight of hurt bubbles upwards along your hips, your spine, your legs. 

The bed is empty aside from you, you realize, when you reach for him. Normally you’d be displeased that he’d leave you. Now, however, you can’t summon the power to care, instead hauling the blankets warm and thick around you. You burrow into them, cocooning yourself as if the layers can insulate you from the hurt that extends ever outwards. Knees up to your chest, face hidden underneath the sheets you whimper at the pain, vulgar, fetid as it churns in your stomach with the tell-tale murmur of nausea. 

König is somewhere beyond you, fumbling in the kitchen. You hear the clank and clatter of pans and cupboards in the small space you two share. His gangly limbs don’t fit the scale of it, constantly misjudging his reach, his height as he bangs or bumps something in the way. It’s an adorable feature to the soldier, usually allowed all the space he needs within the field of battle to stretch, tower to his full potential like the leviathan he is.

There’s a clatter, followed by a hushed, hissed curse as König scrambles to right whatever it is he’s accidentally touched. Yet it’s followed by silence when he spares a glance back at the open door of the bedroom, as if making sure he hasn’t disturbed you. 

You don’t bother to look up, focusing instead on your breathing, trying to quell the sharp ache that rises fiercely inside you with every heartbeat. In through your nose, holding, then releasing and trapping the warmth of it below your covers. You can feel the blood rushing in your ears, unable to stop a stifled groan of pain as the ache washes over you once more, twisting, pulling, hurting.

König’s footsteps draw near, his quest in the kitchen now abandoned as he takes in your curled form burrowed deeply within the messy covers. You hardly notice, entire form rigid with discomfort as you try to focus on something, anything other than the horrible, sickening churn inside you. 

“Liebling?” König asks after a minute of silence, wordlessly watching you stiffen and shudder in the sheets. When you don’t answer, however, he draws closer, at last crouching beside you. Even at this position you still have to look up at him when he delicately peels the sheets away from your face, baring you to him. 

“Liebling, what’s wrong?” He asks, and the sound of his voice alone melts some of the hurt inside you. His eyes are gentle, soft, when they look down at you, brow knotted as he takes in the distress that washes over your face with the next wave of pain. 

“H-hurts.” You manage, voice a touch raw with both discomfort and the bleariness of sleep. 

König breathes, lets out a held breath at your response. Then your vision darkens for a moment as his hand reaches out to the space between you, settles at last over your face, where it cups your cheek in a tender caress. You can’t help the little whine that escapes you at that, as you nuzzle into his palm.

“I-I’m okay.” You tell him after a few deep breaths. “Just a bad pain day. I’ll be okay.”

Yet when you look up after scrunching your eyes König’s face remains unchanged, eyes shiny with anxiety, wide with worry as he gazes at you. 

“How bad?” He asks, and you blink at the timidness of his voice, unsure and searching for the answer in your gaze. Then, quieter, he ventures: “You…you’ll be okay?”

It’s the uneasiness there that loosens your limbs in surprise, allowing that ache inside you to dull even for a few moments. There’s an almost boyish heartache to his gaze, distressed and a touch inconsolable to the twisting grimace across your face. It’s as if he almost doesn’t believe you when you try to reassure him, plagued relentlessly by the thought of your pain as if it were his own. 

You feel your gaze soften upon his own, feel the sharp, ragged corners of you dull to fit into the soft confines of his tender heart. 

“I’ll be okay, I promise.” You murmur to him, and that at last seems to draw the veil of melancholy back from his expression. König’s thumb grazes across your cheek, scraping against your too warm skin. 

“Can I do anything?” He asks gently, entreating as if he’s offering himself to the altar of you. “Food? Medicine? H-Heizkis-...what is the world in English…” You watch as his face takes on a new expression, perplexed and vaguely annoyed. It draws a smile from you, upturning your lips even as you grimace. 

“...Heating pad?” You offer helpfully, and König’s eyes brighten as he nods in recognition. 

“Ja.” He replies quickly, sitting up a little taller, expectant and enthusiastic in his efforts to help. 

“Mm.” You murmur, tucking your face into his hand so your lips graze the inside of his palm. He shivers. 

“A heating pad would be nice, actually.” You return. “And some painkillers. Though I think I’m a little too nauseous for food.”

König’s brow draws again at that. 

“You should have something, vöglein.” He murmurs gently. “Your stomach will hurt if you do not eat.”

“It hurts already.” You whine, but that doesn’t seem to deter him, expression unbudging. “...Maybe just some crackers?”

König nods, resolute now in his mission, ever the soldier. Yet just as he’s about to draw away he pauses, turns his eyes back to you. 

“...I need my hand, liebling.” He tries gently, but your fingers only encircle his too large wrist instead with a little noise of protest. “...Bitte?”

You turn your watery gaze up to him, eyes wet with pain and the remnants of sleep. 

“You’ll come back?” You ask, and you feel like a child, clinging to the mere comfort of his touch. 

König melts.

“Of course.��� He murmurs, and the shadow of him dwarfs you as he draws near, allows his lips to graze across your brow in a tender, lingering kiss. “Soon.”

You release him then, with a small sniffle, allow him to retreat so you can again curl into the mess of blankets around you. His footsteps fade, and you try to focus not on the pain but the sound of his movements, the remaining echo of his voice that soothes at the tender heart of you. 

It feels like he’s been gone forever by the time he at last returns, again fumbling on the other side of the bed until there’s a telltale click of a heating pad turning on. You reach for it automatically, only to find your outstretched arm caught in his grasp. A confused, bedraggled noise is torn from you when König gently pulls you from your nest of tangled sheets. Yet suddenly there’s arms around you, lifting you, moving you as the bed shifts under his weight. 

He settles at last behind you, his back braced against the headboard, legs sprawled on either side of you as you’re propped up against his chest. The sudden cold of the room leaves goosebumps trailing along your arms. Yet before you can protest there’s a hand gripping yours, allowing it to settle around a glass of water, the other depositing two tiny capsules into your upturned palm. 

His touch follows yours as you take the medicine, swallow the water in one go. You think that’s enough with the way König rumbles down at you, like the sound of wind through a fir forest, pulling at the trees. Yet when you try to shift, tuck your head into his chest you find yourself instead being directed towards a single slice of warm bread, the steam curling up and filling your nose. 

The putrid pull of nausea threatens your stomach, but you eat anyways, letting warmth curl across your tongue until the bread is gone. It’s then, only then, that you allow yourself to go fully limp in König’s arms, sinking into his heat and trying to burrow into the dip of his ribcage. You hardly hear him as he moves once more, one arm securely fastened around your waist as he slides downwards. The touch flares the hurt there, and when you whine his lips settle across your shoulder in an apology, muttering in tender German until he at last allows you both onto your sides, draws you back into him. 

The heating pad appears a moment later, pressed against your front and you sigh at the blessed heat there, drawing the pain from you like siphoning poison from your limbs. As you settle you feel him reach, draw the covers over your form once more.

“Better?” He asks after several moments of blissful silence, where the world softens at the edges and allows you to sink into momentary relief. 

“Much.” You reply simply, voice groggy as drowsiness pulls at you once more. Then, after a moment. “Thank you, König. Danke schön.”

König hums, and the sound echoes in his chest like the creak of elder trees atop foggy mountains. His arms fold around you, nose bumping against your shoulder as he too, buries himself in the relief of you. 

“The pain will get better.” He murmurs there, voice a little helpless at the mere touch of you. “I’ll be here until it does, and I’ll be here after too, meine Liebe.”

The pain in your limbs feels dulled by the golden, yielding touch of him, here to hold you away from the bitter wash of pain within the sweetness of his embrace. 

#König #könig x reader #könig imagine #könig x you #könig headcanons #cod mw22 #mw22 #mw 22 #oneshots #requests #My requests are still closed! I'm almost through my inbox!