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didiwaffles · 3 months

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"Time goes by, everything changes, yet our bond remains unwavered. You once promised me that you will always be by my side, no matter what. And now, when it is time for you to leave, I must follow you to where no human can even dream to step. This way only will your promise remain unchanged. And may my curse once again be a blessing."

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bamsara · 1 year

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More doodles from last twitch stream

Monty Friendship Redemption Arc where he's pretty sure that the DCA is the reason why he ended up in Parts n Service missing an arm and now he's really worried for the human worker that hangs around them too often. Also he might want a rematch

Extra Context for folks who might need a recap on Solar Lunacy stuff or haven't put some of the hint clues together in the writing:

>In chapter 5 of Solar Lunacy, Reader is tasked to go into Monty's room to tune his bass and Monty walks in, and gets angry that they're in his space without permission and snaps at them. >Glitch/Virus acts up, Monty slams Reader against the wall and cuts their cheek. Instantly snaps out of it after realizing. >Freddy and Roxy come to break up the fight, Reader leaves to the Daycare >Reader vents to the DCA about what happened (They already sorta know because the staffbots told them) >Reader clocks out of their shift, avoiding Monty. >After a talk with Chica, Monty heads to the Daycare assuming reader will be there in order to apologize for his actions >[Redacted] >Monty's unconsious body with the missing arm is placed in an elevator shaft to make it look like an accident >Monty remains in Parts n Service for repair, with little to no memory of the events that transpired to put him there >Both from guilt and from suspision, Monty is now concerned for the Reader's invovlement with the DCA because of personal experience, and the reputation they've gotten for a the previous murder of the Daycare Assistant Monty put the puzzle pieces together, basically.

#Solar Lunacy #Montgomery Gator #do I tag this as monty x reader #eh oh well #friendship time #monty #doodles #Lore dump #So far only one person (who has mssged me at least) has put the pieces together so I slapped some context on here lksdhglksd

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ryssbelle · 2 months

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Poppy for N2 au, it took me so long to make her design cuz I didn't really know what I wanted to do only because I feel like her design is pretty perfect.

But then I just thought about fun outfits to give her or outfits that I would find comfortable if I was wearing them and it all came together.

Poppy here is pretty much the same as here movie counterpart, as nothing really changes on her end of things other than having more insight on Branch through his brothers, and through Lief. Shes also a bit more understanding a bit earlier on because of it but it doesnt do much to change her own character arc I would say.

Bonus

Part of Poppys design was based off a design I had made for previous rulers of Troll Village/Tree

Namely Queen Protea who I designed as Poppys grandmother

Named after the Protea flower which part of her design is based off :D

In the context of this Au Protea was the one who conceptualized the tunnels while her son, King Peppy, was the one to follow through after her death

#my art #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls au #trolls band together #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls oc #trolls oc lief #trolls oc protea #its really hard to mess with poppy at least in the context of this au cuz like i said nothing really changes on her end #whats changed in this au was just stuff on Branchs side of things #Poppy can witness these things but she herself isnt really changed by them #she of course would have more insight on Branchs life through his brothers and the addition of Lief as a character #but idk if that would fully change her approach with him other than what ive displayed #where shed try to relate to branch rather than trying to force him to relate to her #which would then most likely make her more understanding going forward than she was in canon #im still figuring her out #also since im in the tags and nobody really reads this #i feel brave enough to say #that secretly #ive been kind of sort of #posting a fanfic of this au under the name not the only one #on ao3 #and thats where Protea comes from #its not well written in the slightest #but its just for fun and practice so in my mind it doesnt really have to be entirely #but i am having fun with it #so if you see this and check it out please be so very nice to me please

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theecholegend · 2 months

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”Don’t you dare touch my brothers again”

Red flashed in his eyes with disturbingly controlled fury. Legend stepped forward, the master sword held tightly in his hand. He raised it, the flat end of the blade turned towards what was left of the enemy- its infected blood coating the steel.

He speaks, His words a threatening growl. “Don’t you dare touch my brothers again.” ~~~~

blood warning! But don’t worry, it’s not his :)

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Without the lighting effects and his face isn’t covered

The sketch that was originally supposed to stay a sketch (they never do)

#This is the result of me trying to inspire myself out of artblock #I think it’s working #He looks kind of evil #and well…#maybe he is just a little bit #but I promise he’s doing it for the right reasons!#at least he’s trying to #linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe fanart #lu legend #tw: blood #Echo’s artworks #Echo’s colour experiments #No real context #Legend duel wielding

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aroaceleovaldez · 2 years

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yknow what i was reminded of this and it’s been sitting in my drafts for awhile:

i feel like Nico is a very unique disabled character particularly for a YA fantasy series because he’s one of the few instances where I’ve see a character who becomes disabled gradually over time rather than having a pre-existing or sudden new disability, and he has an invisible disability, and it’s actually acknowledged and discussed to some degree in-text.

Most of Nico’s disabilities we see through the lens of Nico’s powers, but not exclusively. In the first series, Nico’s powers are extremely dramatic - he’s able to create large rifts in the ground, generate building-sized slabs of black marble, direct armies of skeletons, summon and control large groups of ghosts at once, and accidentally shadow-travel halfway across the world with very little drawback.

But over time, contrary to what we’re told of how demigod abilities work (becoming more powerful over time), Nico’s abilities decrease as the series progresses, particularly after he goes through multiple traumatic experiences and physical injury. In HoO and TOA, we see he never fully recovered from the neglect to his health over time and injuries he’s received.

I feel like it’s really important to acknowledge that Nico is an instance of a disabled character who gradually loses the ability to do things to the same degree he used to before, which is an important disabled experience.

#pjo #percy jackson #nico di angelo #meta #this isnt going into the specifics of his disabilities #but the use of his powers to highlight his disabilities is really interesting in the narrative context of demigods #to me at least cause it highlights the shift in his abilities really well in the universe of the series #and also! the narrative doesn't infantalize him for his disabilities! which is nice!#my brain is mush rn [typing these tags] so i cannot get into my full thoughts on this atm #but i have Many Thoughts on Nico's disabilities #disabled nico

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starchaserdreams · 1 year

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Wolfstar Microfic: Euphoria

"What'd you call it? The Mirror of Erised? What's it do?"

"Just try it, tell us what you see."

"I don't understand, why's it showing me Moony when he's all the way over there?"

And then a laugh.

"Why's the Moony in the mirror kissing me??"

Remus' jaw dropped, but he couldn't help the warm and cozy feeling that was growing in his chest.

This was heaven.

This was perfection.

This...was euphoria.

@wolfstarmicrofic

#i have no idea what the context for this is #like no idea how old they are #but i think that would be sweet if sirius saw him #like lbr he might really see himself and regulus getting along well or him getting regulus out safely #but id like to think moonyd be there too #at least some of the time #because moony has his heart #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #mirror of erised #wolfstarmicrofic #microfic #dead gay wizards #young marauders #maybe #but maybe not it's unclear

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strangegutz · 26 days

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I don’t think you understand how obsessed I am with Eddie being transgender but insisting he’s not. Like, is that going to come up in the story when you make the comic??

It'll come up occasionally when we talk about his past! It's more one of those fun trans robot allegories than him being straight up Transgender Man, which in fiction is why he doesn't feel like it counts compared to transgender human friends (which, once again, very trans experience lmao) (and those said trans friends are like yeah this guy had robot srs)

I've talked about it before but the rundown is that he was originally a "standard" model, which didn't have most bodily functions or the ability to have sex, and as a free bot he worked his ass off to buy an afterparty upgrade kit to become a deluxe model. While the canon iteration of Eddie is ""technically not trans"" any AU where he is human (or whatever other organic humanoid) he is a transgender man who has had a phalloplasty

#heartbreak gulch #strangetext #asks #It's not super important to bring up in the comic #not like a big reveal at least #but it does put a lot of the way he is into a different context as well as just being a special detail for me as a trans guy

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angry-geese · 9 months

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Gojo/reader/Nanami >:)

Warnings: not osha compliant. threesome (MxMxF), oral (F & M receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, possibly a little ooc, this is pretty much just smut lol

Word Count: just under 2.3k

Synopsis: some shameless smut between coworkers >:)

a/n: I found this mostly finished in my drafts and god only knows how long it's been sitting in there so I made some edits to it so it could be posted lol. posting this before i leave for work so if there are any egregious errors i'll fix them when i get home :)

jjk masterlist

As you go over the events of the night in your head, you still can't quite figure out how you ended up in this situation; sprawled across Kento’s lap, with Satoru’s hands trailing up your shirt.

Technically, it was your idea. “Girls Night”, or so you dubbed it; a bi-weekly hangout with Shoko, and occasionally Nanami. Gojo only tagged along on a technicality, not long after Shoko canceled, leaving the three of you alone in your apartment on a rainy Saturday night.

From the very beginning, it was clear Satoru had little interest in the show. Kento was less than pleased about his inclusion in the first place. Still you settle down onto the couch, intent on making them watch this show. You’re going to talk to them about it whether they want you to or not. Nanami begrudgingly allows you to press your cold feet against his legs, while your head rests against Gojo’s shoulder. Their hands were too warm—too inviting—to push away. The combined smell of their cologne was intoxicating.

You’re not certain who brings it up first. A small part of you wonders if they planned this on their own. Never on your own would you have dared to ask something like this from your coworkers.

It's a dangerous game you're playing, but when you're situated in Nanami’s lap, with Gojo trailing kisses down your neck, you can't stop to give consequences much thought. Your body practically feels feverish. You’re just a bit too pliable, too reactive to their touch. If Nanami wasn't in the way, you’d be squeezing your thighs together to get the slightest bit of relief.

“Stop grabbing her ass!” Nanami says, slapping Gojo’s hand away.

“Then turn around and let me grab yours,” Satoru says, his voice muffled against your neck.

Gojo’s hands find your breasts, kneading at the plush flesh through the fabric of your shirt. Tucking your legs under you, you sit back on your calves, allowing you to sit at eye-level with the two men. Nanami’s hands push up under the hem of your shirt, exposing a bit of your midriff. The two act like starved dogs, hungrily taking in the slightest bit of exposed skin.

Your shirt is thrown off to the side. Gojo tugs the cups of your bra down—a light, lacy one that makes faint blush dust Nanami's cheeks—exposing your breasts. He averts his eyes. Maybe out of respect for you. Not that your bra covered much at all, Gojo notes rather loudly, it's practically see through. In your defense, it was comfortable. Not that they care. They’re practically begging to rip it off. You make sure to unhook it so it’s not shredded.

“Look at you,” Gojo leans down to coo into your ear, “how pretty. What do you think, Nanamin?”

“Don't call me that.” Nanami says with a scowl.

“What? That’s what she calls you.” Satoru’s hand comes up to give your chin a squeeze. “You don't think we couldn't hear you in the dorms? Late at night, when everyone was supposed to be asleep. Calling out his name all-”

Just when you think Nanami couldn't get any more red, he does. He silences Satoru with a kiss. The man is blushing from his forehead, to his chest. A shaky hand takes his glasses off, setting them on the table beside the couch. The look behind his eyes is unreadable. Those same, shaky hands move to loosen his tie, as if it’s become too tight around his neck. His body has grown too warm. He undoes the top few buttons of his shirt in an attempt to cool himself down. The two of you are practically drooling at the small patch of his exposed chest.

“Of course you’d listen in on a girls dorm,” you say, rolling your eyes, “I always knew you were weird like that, ‘Toru.”

Though you can't see it, his face goes red. Gojo rarely lets his stoic composure falter like this. A small laugh escapes Nanami.

One of Gojo’s hands worms under the band of your shorts, into your panties. A shock of pleasure is sent up your spine the moment his thumb grazes your clit. Your body freezes. The sound of your heartbeat is heavy in your ears, which their voices are barely audible over.

“You think I was the only one?” Gojo leans in to nip at your earlobe, chuckling at the way you gasp, “it was his name you were calling out after all. You wouldn't believe how long we’ve been wanting to do this… Isn't that right, Nanamin?”

There’s no hiding the tent he sports in his pants. He’s painfully hard now, his cock leaking precum against his toned thighs. Kento swallows hard. Slowly, he nods.

“Should we put on a show for him?” You ask.

Gojo’s voice catches in his throat. It's not the response he expected from you, but it's not an unwelcome one.

You lift your hips enough for Gojo to slide your shorts—along with your panties—down your hips. Nanami catches them as they slide down your thighs, pulling them completely off, leaving you bare in front of the two men.

Gojo lets out a soft hum of approval at the sight of your slick cunt. Though he shows no sign of it, he’s nearly as nervous as Nanami. His hands tremble in such a faint manner that only you would see. To a waver in his voice that you have to listen harder to notice. He's breathing harder than usual. The only thing that gives him away is his hardened cock pressing into you from behind, straining against his uniform. You can tell he wants nothing more than to free himself, and fuck you into the couch cushions, but he has enough restraint to wait. This time, he has to share.

Your body jolts as Gojo’s fingers momentarily dip into your slit, grazing your clit. They’re followed soon by his mouth, his tongue working messily against the bundle of nerves. You’re too worked up to hide your shame, fingers burying in his snowy locks of hair. Nanami can only contain himself for so long, palming himself through the fabric of his trousers for some sense of relief.

“There—” you huff.

“Here?” Gojo coos, almost as if he’s mocking you. The absence of his mouth against your clit makes you whine. “You’ve gotta tell me where you want me.”

“Inside—” you say, “I want your cock in me!”

Your words nearly make Nanami choke. Gojo too. His face is red, and his neck is white. His glasses are shoved up into his hair, staring at you through half-lidded eyes.

He laughs, though you can hear the eagerness in his voice. “Not yet,” he says, “didn't you want to put on a show?”

Gojo’s words—more like his tone—make your stomach flutter. He's just being cruel at this point!

You would not believe how many hours he’s spent imaging you under him. All the things he’s thought about doing to you. Imagining how you sound, how you feel, how you taste. How many nights he’s spent imagining his hand was your own. How many comments in passing he’s made to Nanami.

Neither would you believe the grip you have on him. On both of them. ‘Your boys’ you’ve so affectionately dubbed them. Maybe they took the name to heart.

“It's only fair you go first,” he says, motioning to Kento.

“I want to know what she thinks,” Nanami says. It's your body, it should be up to you. They have no plans of doing anything that you don't want to do.

“You can't both go at the same time?” You ask.

Gojo hadn't even thought of that. Nanami had. He's gone over this moment in his head. Maybe a thousand times, if not more. Yet he had never expected any of this to come to life.

“There's lube—in the side table drawer,” you say, “my room. Condoms too but I’m on the pill.”

In the time it takes Gojo to go fetch the lube, Nanami is nearly undressed. All that remains are his boxers; a wet patch forms where his cock leaks precum against his thigh. Satoru makes some comment about the two of you starting without him, but the blood rushing in your ears is too loud for you to hear him.

Satoru finds a seat on the couch between the two of you. Off comes his coat, then shirt, then belt. His glasses are set on the coffee table with little care to how they land. He pours some lube into his palm, working it over his hand to warm it up. Your fingers work their way under the band of Nanami’s boxers, shoving them down just enough that his hardened cock springs free.

As you lay sprawled out on the couch between them, there’s hardly enough room for you. Satoru’s hips are flush with yours now, his clothes cock pressing into your thigh, while your head lays in Nanami’s lap.

Kento sits before you, stunned, acting as if he can't decide what to do with his hands. You guide one to your hair, the other falls limply at his side as your tongue trails up the underside of his cock. He and Satoru are comparable in size, both being uncut, although Gojo is slightly thinner. Satoru is shaved, Kento isn't, although the hair at the base of his cock is quite light, and neat. You swear you feel him twitch when you take his cock into your hand, then eventually, your mouth. He’s long enough that you gag, a mix of spit and precum running down your chin. A thin strand of saliva connects your lips to his cock as he pulls away, muttering a quiet apology. Kento Nanami, normally so composed, looks nothing short of starstruck. It must take every last bit of his self control to not thrust into your mouth. Your hands around his shaft—mouth working along his length—is simply too much for him to hold back.

Gojo’s fingers find your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves in rhythm with your own movements. A mix of lube, and your own slick drip down your thighs, and most likely your couch too. There’s a mess between your thighs that if the circumstances were even the slightest bit different you would be embarrassed. Your nails dig into Gojo’s forearm, leaving little crescent shaped marks. If you were pressing any harder, you'd be drawing blood.

He might just be into that.

Gojo enters you not long after that, smirking at Nanami’s thinly veiled attempt to stop himself from cumming. The noise he makes when he sheathes himself fully is telling; he’s not far from cumming either. Neither are you; back arched, pressing back against Gojo.

His fingers never leave your clit, working across the sensitive nub erratically. It’s just constant enough that your own orgasm comes up sooner than expected. And you do so shamelessly, clenching around Gojo as he works you through your release. His own thrusts grow sloppier as he nears orgasm, although he appears as if he’s holding himself back.

Nanami is next. To his credit, he does try to pull out before he cums. The angle of your bodies on the couch, mixed with your own eagerness to work him through his own release prevents him from doing so. When he cums, he cums lots, and your first instinct is to swallow it. With his thumb, he wipes away the little bit that's dribbled down your chin. Words of praise fall past his lips, although his mind is too addled with pleasure for them to make much sense. You lay there, your head in his lap, fingers laced with his as his cock softens before you.

Satoru lets out a whine as he's about to cum. Which, at least to him, is a bit alarming that he's done so this fast. Nanami spots it a mile away; the only reason you don't is due to your back being to him.

He intends to cum inside you at first, but second guesses himself, pulling out to finish himself off in his hand. From him spills faint, nonsensical praise as he cums across your back. Then comes the scramble of trying to clean it—you—up before a further mess is made. A guilty look spreads across his face as he glances down at the couch. From the floor, he retrieves a shirt, cleaning what he can off your back.

“It’s fine,” you say, “I’ve needed a new couch for a while anyway. Did you seriously have to use my shirt, though?”

The expression across Satoru’s face resembles a grimace, more than it does a smile, although he tries to pass it off as the latter. “I mean,” he says, a nervous laugh escaping him, “I considered using Kento’s but he’d probably strangle me here and you could just walk into your room and grab a clean one.” Satoru rattles on about the price of his shirt—the tailoring, and brand, and dry cleaning cost. You tune it out.

“You’re an ass,” comments Nanami.

“Yeah, I walked into that one, didn't I?” Gojo says.

It doesn't take long for you to get comfortable, sprawled across both their laps. To give himself something to do, Nanami’s hands find your hair, brushing it away from your eyes. Satoru’s hand falls upon your thigh, his other placed firmly behind his head. Were the circumstances any different, the repetitive, soothing motions would put you to sleep, but you can't quite calm your racing heart.

You turn your attention back to the TV, right as the two main love interests embrace one another in a kiss. Credits roll moments after.

“Looks like we missed the show.” Satoru says.

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #gojo x reader #nanami smut #gojo smut #not osha compliant #this probably would have worked pretty well with getou instead of nanami but idk i dont feel like i write getou very well #at least in like smut context lol #ill probably cross post this on ao3 too im just running out of time before i need to leave lol

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kitsoa · 7 months

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I had some Vashmeryl on the brain and thought of the very iconic kiss fist bump, an arguably out of left field but very cute and sweet gesture initiated by Vash.

But I was thinking. Meryl picks up the cue silently without any prompting and she doesn't have a self conscious reaction to the gesture. It's very natural and speaks to this chemistry they've always had. But if it were me in her shoes. No matter the moment or context I might struggle to understand why Vash would just say my name and kiss his fist. He doesn't leave it hanging or say anything to indicate what hes trying to do. She kisses hers and they go in for the bump.

So what if there's a missing moment? Like this is actually a reference to something that happened earlier. An inside joke so to say. Perhaps they've had a fist bump moment, perhaps it was a gesture during a promise during simpler times, or maybe an awkward greeting or goodbye. It's something I could see Meryl initiating in a self imposed state of flustered sheepishness. Maybe fist bumping becomes a thing with them. It's chummy. It's familial. It can be thier friendship thing.

Ah but then he kisses his fist in a very tense moment. Meryl is crying, he's on a suicide mission. This is it. He kisses his fist. The fist bump fist. And she knows he's giving her a promise. He's putting a little gesture into thier usual goodbye. Of course she picks up on it. That's thier thing. It brings a smile to her face through the tears.

So I'm subscribing to this headcanon. And I kinda want to see the fist bump precursor idk maybe with the Vash reunion that way we can have a proper call back.

#trigun #trigun maximum #trimax #trimax spoilers #vashmeryl #i might not be remembering the context of the scene that well but i thinknits moot #i kinda want to look into fist bump as a trope in manga cause no matter the context its still solidly 'bro' behavior #but by kissing his fist its undeniably at least a little romantic #i mean they got a big thing about indirect kissing in manga tropes #and this is an invoked indirect kiss that might make a girl a little blushy or flustered #i multi ship in trigun but idk vashmeryl is so fricken sweet. i love the side ot brings out in vash amd meryl is really an awesome character

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