A Big Art Dump because why the hell not
(also chibi dump 16/realistic attempt 5 for whoever's counting)
So it turns out I wasn't creatively dead, just deeply hibernating. These days I'm really trying to get the juices flowing again (mostly by doing my "goodest enough" to counter my debilitating perfectionism), and here are a few things that came out of it. We have:
A standard issue GE!Bond
A Janus and Silver (my GE/GE Rogue Agent OC)
An Emmerich Voss who decidedly knows kara-TE (srsly I rarely talk about non-Bond stuff on main, but I fucking love Indiana Jones and the Great Circle. Easily GOTY 2024/2025 for me, I'm in the middle of my second playthrough already)
A Goldo (the main character from GE Rogue Agent) I tried to paint with very relative success (but hey, I'd never painted before)
A more experimental air warrior type character adapted from an ancient 2007 drawing by yours truly i was starting middle school back then holy shit i'm old
Man, 2007… is it obvious enough how deep I was into Naruto/DBZ? (no pun intended thank you)
And another Goldo whose proportions have been unfucked by @3nigm4art sensei, who is the best sensei and I love them for inputting some actual anatomy knowledge in my vibes driven process--AND GUESS WHAT doing that one piece paved the way for my first major art since maybe 2023 which I can't wait to post. Thank you sensei!!! also the calligraphy was kind of an accident, but it worked so well i kept it
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"Come to gloat, have you?" Pitch's voice sounded small, despite the intimidating echo.
"No," Jack couldn't see him, but he hadn't expected to.
"All the teeth have been returned, and I don't have yours anyway."
"I know. You left them with me on the mountain," Jack smirked. "With my crook."
"Ah, yes. I really didn't think you could put it back together. Stupid of me, I should have cast it into the dark of the ocean."
"You might have reigned longer that way," Jack agreed. He painted little snowflakes with the end of his hook as he walked lazily around the maze like stairs. They accommodated him, despite their dizzying nature.
"Why /are/ you here?" Pitch asked finally, his shadow cast tall against the wall behind Jack.
Jack ignored it. "You know, before I became a guardian, they looked at me the same way. Mostly a nuisance they could ignore anywhere it wasn't winter. Not that I really caused any trouble for Tooth or North." He crested the top of one narrow stairwell. "Wasn't until you came back that they gave me any serious thought."
The shadow turned, Pitch's voice dripped with contempt as it faded out. "How wonderful for you."
Jack sat at the top of the stairs, letting his feet dangle over the end, letting the frost burst out like glitter in the dim space. "I didn't even know I had a center before that. But you're older than me, right? Older than Tooth or Bunny. Maybe older than North?"
Pitch's shadow stilled suddenly.
"So I gotta wonder, if we're all made by the Man in the Moon, he must have made you too. Which means," Jack's icy eyes didn't lock on the shadow but did turn to a dark spot behind him. "What's your center Boogey?"
Pitch emerged to meet Jack's gaze, his own eyes flickered gold before returning to the monochromatic usual. "Fear. Obviously."
Jack nodded and made an acknowledging gesture with his shoulders. "Well sure, that's what you tell everyone else and maybe what You've told yourself for a long time but," Jack lifted himself with a cool shaft of air and turned to face Pitch, leaning casually on his crook. "What does that mean?"
Pitch hardly had the time to wipe the look of shock from his face before Jack was almost directly under his nose.
"See, my center is fun. But it's the fun you have when you're in danger. The fun that lets you ignore that danger until you're safe again." He gave Pitch a sly grin, ice dancing in his irises. "What is your fear for?"
Pitch was too startled to speak.
Jack kept leapt back, precariously perched on the edge of the stairs. "Think about it, we might need you too one day " then he tipped back and was gone over the edge.
Pitch rushed to see where he had fallen, but Jack was gone. He closed his eyes, looking through his many shadows. Wherever Jack had gone, it was too bright to see him. "What is my fear for...?" He gazed up at the maze of his domain, then back to where Jack had been. "Even if you need me Jack, the other guardians would never agree." He slipped back into his shadows.
Summary: As Mimi and Luke's regular babysitter, you're used to their antics and think nothing can really surprise you. Until you meet Psycho Goreman. Not that you're complaining.
Mimi and Luke were good kids, you would defend that statement to the end of you. They could admittedly be a handful, however. You had been their most consistent babysitter and had seen every possible bad outcome of Crazy Ball, every way a child could fall out of a tree, heard every excuse and half-truth that they each could come up with, denied every bargain for junk food or a later bedtime, defended Luke from every type of almost-bullying from Mimi; you thought nothing they got up to could really surprise you anymore.
Then, one day, you were cleaning up to save Susan some bother on date night when you heard the back door slam closed “Hey!” You called instantly “I thought we agreed: you don’t slam any doors or break anything, I let you watch a rated 15 movie and eat junk before bed.”
“Oh. Oops.” Mimi called before stomping into the room “Can we still watch it though?”
“Dude.” You sighed “We had an agreement.”
“PG!” She called. You scoffed out a laugh, about to joke that it was the only type of movie she’d be watching, but when you turned to say that quip to her face, all you saw was a huge hulking fishlike man stood in the doorway behind Mimi.
“Oh, friggin hell. Mimi, get over here, where’s your brother?” You grabbed the girl and tried to guide her behind you, backing away as though that would help as you reached out for some form of weapon. Mimi barely budged and instead simply shrugged casually.
“Probably washing his face or something; I pushed him into the creek, he’s fine.” She saw your eyes were still stuck on the humanoid in the doorway “Oh, this is my friend Psycho Goreman. PG for short. He’s alright, he’s cool.”
“Are you…Are you serious?” Mimi nodded.
“This child has me under her petulant influence, for now. Once I take back the gem and restore my power, I will be free to destroy your planet and all who live here, then take revenge on the ones who imprisoned me.” His voice was so deep that it seemed to rumble through the floor, up your legs and raise every hair on edge.
“Oh. Okay.” Your eye caught on a glowing mass in Mimi’s pocket “Um…”
“This is our babysitter.” She interrupted before you could say anything else “She’s pretty cool, she lets us have ice cream before bed sometimes.” PG looked away from you and towards Mimi with a frown.
“Ice Cream? What is that?” Mimi moved away and looked at him with a slack jaw.
“How have I not given you ice cream yet?” She turned to you so quickly her pigtails swung around and hit both you and her “Can we give him ice cream, please?” You didn’t stop looking at PG, still confused and scared and all of the above, but still nodded hesitantly.
“Um. Sure, I suppose.”
You, Mimi, Luke, and PG sat on the couch eating ice cream with Deadpool 2 on the TV, Mimi laughing along with her mouth full of ice cream and soda as Luke beside her chuckled similarly.PG kept flicking his intense gaze from the TV and you, but said nothing, making you shift uncomfortably the whole time. You only noticed this because you were also looking at him most of the time; at first it was making sure he wasn’t going to try and kill you or the kids, but after a bit you just couldn’t stop looking at him. He was interesting, you couldn’t help it, and you hadn’t really gotten him that good a look at him at first. Paying further attention, you noticed just how much space he really took up, the spikes across his arms and head, how he seemed to have armoured skin and pauldron-like shoulders, how much strength he seemed to hold just while sat on a couch. The barely visible pink veiny trails across his body turned into the paths your eyes took, until you locked gaze with him and turned away.
You tried to convince yourself that your interest was only the fact that he was a strange humanoid being, but as your attention turned more commonly to his wide lips and thick arms and chest, you couldn’t deny that some of your curiosity could be more of an attraction. A ridiculous attraction, since he was looking at you like he was either wondering what you were or how easily your flesh would tear from bone.
The second the bowls were empty, you collected them all and hurried into the kitchen. PG turned his head to watch you walk away, which Mimi caught with a huff “PG! Pay attention to the movie.” You looked over just for a second, caught his eye again, and couldn’t find it in yourself to look away. Thoughts bubbled to the forefront of your mind of his large hands on your waist, pinning you down, moving you however he wanted, forcing your thighs open around his large form…
You couldn’t bring yourself to look away until Mimi clicked many times in front of PG’s face and drew his attention back to the screen. You felt your heart race as you again looked away and took to cleaning up, until Mimi shouted that you were boring and you should watch the rest of the movie with them.
You let them stay up a little longer until the movie was over, and then sent them off to bed. Mimi tried to push her luck and stay up later, with begging and bargaining and even threatening to set PG on you if you didn’t agree to at least half an hour, but you put your foot down and ordered them to bed with no room for any argument. Before you managed to convince them to brush their teeth, however, Mimi held up that glowing mass in her pocket -an otherworldly stone- and turned to Psycho Goreman “Keep her company until mum and dad get back, okay? And don’t do any weird stuff.”
“What do you mean ‘weird stuff’?” You asked with a warning frown. Mimi didn’t care much for your parental tone or the look you gave.
“Like, kissing or doing it or whatever.”
“Mimi! Don’t be rude.” You scolded and pointed up the stairs “Brush your teeth and get to bed.” She turned and sighed, stomping slowly upstairs.
“They won’t do anything like that.” Luke muttered as he trudged upstairs after his sister “I don’t even think he’s interested in that sort of thing.”
“Well, he keeps looking at her like he is.”
“Gross.”
“You’re gross, doink.”
You and PG were again sat beside each other, the TV then playing something you didn’t really pay attention to, in silence until you couldn’t stand the stillness “Is your name really Psycho Goreman?”
“No. Mimi decided to call me that. I am nameless, but many call me the Arch-Duke of Nightmares.”
“Oh. That’s nice.” PG looked at you for a second and then nodded.
“Yes, it is.” Another beat of silence before PG spoke up “Why does Mimi believe we would kiss?”
“She’s Mimi, she doesn’t need a reason.” You shrugged “But, she seems to think you’re interested in me.”
“I am.” Your eyes almost shot from your head and your breath stuck like it’d choke you. Looking back at PG, catching his eye and feeling more thoughts of his lips on yours rise to the forefront of your mind, you had the sudden urge to run into the kitchen and find some way to keep yourself busy for the last hour-ish until Susan and Greg got back. When you tried, you couldn’t seem to be able to make yourself move from your seat as though you were sewn into it.
“What.”
“I can tell you are scared of me; you should be, if I wasn’t under Mimi’s petulant control, I would have no issue in ripping you limb from limb right here.” Fear shot through you, as you supposed it was meant to. You didn’t doubt he could do that, and more, without exerting much power at all. Your mind again wandered to how else his strength could be used against you or, somewhat more accurately, pressed against you “But there’s something else. Behind the fear.” He turned to you and moved closer. There was no way to shift away any more from him other than to stand off the couch, but that option was snuffed out almost the second you thought of it as PG got so close that you couldn’t pass him. He was so close you could almost press your chest against his just by breathing, a simple shift in your position and you could kiss him “You are…” His low thoughtful voice, having easily vibrated through you even from a distance, made you tremble “attracted to me.”
“How do you know?” You asked, dumbly. PG chuckled.
“You’ve been staring at me since you saw me, you keep looking at my lips. And I can hear your thoughts.”
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Only violent, dark, thoughts. But they overlap with you.”
“Oh.” You muttered again “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’ve never though to use my powers like that before.”
With that, you decided to take the plunge and leaned closer to kiss him. It was weird to have your lips pressed against his, since yours felt so small in comparison, but that wasn’t your main worry. After a second, you realised he wasn’t kissing back so you pulled away and looked away from him. You were about to apologise but he spoke before you could “We can’t.” You nodded once before he spoke up again “Mimi said we can’t kiss, and I can’t disobey her.”
“Huh.” You didn’t realise the rules were that strict. It took you a second but you had an idea “Well. What if we didn’t kiss? What if we…made out?”
“ ‘Made out’? What’s that?”
“Well, it’s like kissing, but it’s different.” Hopefully a technicality would be enough of a loophole, because you really wanted to kiss him.
You took the lead as you both sat back up, first just kissing him as you had before. He was still, as before, until you changed it up. You cupped the back of his neck gently and parted your lips, guiding him to do the same so you could sneak a taste of his tongue. He hummed in surprise and copied your action a little more forcefully and grabbed at your waist. His lips and tongue had a lingering taste of the sweet ice cream still and you didn’t exactly hate that fact.
He followed your lead meticulously and chased your soft lips every time you pulled back even a little. The eagerness quickly made you lose your breath and you had to push him back with a soft chuckle “You’re a quick learner.” You sighed shakily and shifted a little in your seat. For his part, he seemed to have lost his breath a little too by how his chest was heaving. His breaths sounded more like growls and his intense gaze was hooded and hot “Do you...want to keep going?”
“Yes.” Was growled and he pulled you to him again, even closer. You ended up almost lay across his solid chest with your legs awkwardly caught under you as your lips connected again.
You didn’t even think to move until you felt your foot start to tingle and go numb, so you dubiously moved away yet again so you could haul yourself into his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands fell to your thighs; his grip flexed against your skin and you shuddered at another reminder of how big he was compared to you, as though you could forget. In a second, as though each moment spent apart hurt you, your lips connected again with just as much fervour as before.
Slowly, you stroked your hands from his neck, around to his shoulders, down his chest, exploring as much of his body as you could without moving away from him. As you already realised, he was a quick learner and figured out what you liked easily. He bit softly at your bottom lip after you did the same to him, he stroked across your waist and your back when he realised it made you shudder, he smiled almost proudly every time your hands got distracted by his armoured skin and hard muscle. You wanted to touch him more, let him touch you more, strip down and feel him as much as you could and let him do whatever he wanted, but the killjoy reasonable voice in the back of your mind reminded you that this wasn’t your house, the children were upstairs and Susan and Greg were due back in the next hour. You did lift your shirt up just enough for him to touch your bare skin, at least.
So caught up in the otherworldly embrace were you that you didn’t hear the car pull up in the drive, or the muffled chatter of Susan and Greg. You did, however, hear the key in the door and tried to scuttle off of PG before the door opened. You only just managed it and if Susan noticed how you were in the middle of swinging your leg off him and stumbling to stand, or your flushed face and dishevelled clothes, she didn’t mention it. Instead, she went through the usual routine of thanking you and asking how the kids were, and saying you were an angel for cleaning up and you really didn’t have to, paying you and offering you a ride home or to let you stay on the couch if you wanted. As much as you did want to, to spend a little more time with PG, you’d rather not push it so said you’d manage to get home yourself.
When you left, waving to Greg and Susan, you glanced up at the house and saw PG stood in the window of Mimi’s room, watching you. He pointed down to the pathway leading to the abandoned warehouse and you smiled and nodded once. The night wasn’t over just yet, it seemed.
yandere shouto reacting enji setting up an arranged marriage for his baby sister?
Warnings: Arranged marriage, incest, yandere
When Shouto learns that your old man has set up an arranged marriage with his sweet baby sister, he can only think of one thing past his fury. It should be him. What does this marriage have that he doesn’t? Who has taken care of you for all these years, doted on you, protected you, and loved you? Certainly not this man.
He’s more deserving to marry his sister, the one that he’s looked after all these years. The one with the stronger quirk too, which would pair so nicely with yours. As much as he hates to do this, he realizes quickly that going to Endeavor directly is the only way that this will work.
So he swallows down his pride and goes to the agency to meet with him privately. He knows that Endeavor cares about his legacy and having strong grandchildren more than anything. So he doesn’t worry that he’ll care much about Shouto wanting to have sex with you, his baby sister.
And he’s right. Endeavor listens to everything he has to say, and his eyes turn contemplative when he hears Shouto argue for the fact that you and he would have the stronger children. The man you were going to marry has a strong quirk, yes. But it’s not as strong as Shouto’s, and it wouldn’t pair as well.
After he’s finished arguing his point, Endeavor stops to consider things. But not for long. He moves to his desk, burning the previous marriage contract into ash before handing a new one over. Shouto internally smirks with victory as he signs the contract, knowing that he’ll get his wish.
You’ll finally be his, in all the ways that he’s ever wanted.
The Happiest Days of Their Lives (realistic attempt 2)
Oh, what is this. Realistic art, by me? 😱 Now that's something that doesn't happen every day... even less when it features Brosnan!Bond (honestly, I probably haven't drawn him "realistically" since 2014). But beyond that, yep, this is a collab with @3nigm4art yet again—as good as my line art can get, nothing can beat their amazing colours ♥️
The heart originally was me fooling around (Alec first had a much more displeased expression...), but I see 3NIGM4 took the joke one step further with the amount of skin showing, lol. Not that I'm complaining, though.
Think that this is my art magnum opus for this Fest? Ohhh, just you wait. There will be a sequel to this... in due time. 😈
(No, I didn't resist paraphrasing Pink Floyd in the title. One does not simply change a winning team.)
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quote #41 with dabi and prompt # 15 -hi it be raph and i’m dancing like a crazy rn,,, can’t wait to see what you come up with mari 💜
Pairing: Dabi x Reader
Quote: Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?
Word; Aphrodisiac
Warnings: Noncon, aphrodisiac, drugging, fisting, anal sex, double penetration, overstimulation, multiple forced orgasms, bondage, yandere
Note: OMG Raph, I am so sorry that this took forever to write but I knew I wanted to make it really good. Hopefully I succeeded...because this is certainly some fierce thirsty energy right here 🥵 And yes, there is some massive sequel bait at the end.
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You stop your frenzied run through the back alleys of your patrol route in order to double over in pain, grabbing at your stomach as more cramps overtake you.
You don’t know what happened, only that you somehow got dosed with a powerful aphrodisiac that’s ravaging through your bloodstream. Your pupils are blown wide open, sweat is pouring down your body, and you can feel your pussy almost soaking through your hero suit pants. You know you have to get away, and quick, before anyone discovers your predicament.
And that was when the villain, Dabi, showed up. Whether he planned it or not, you’re unsure. But you do know that he intends to take advantage of it. He’s been following you for a while now, but has made no move to capture you. Atl least not yet. In fact, he seems like he’s having fun chasing the drugged up hero through the streets, and you worry about what that means for your chances of escape.
You know you have to keep moving, find someone who can help you. But as your lower stomach tightens in the most powerful cramp you’ve had yet, you can’t hold back the pained whine that echoes all the way through the tight confines of the alley.
That’s when you hear the laughter of Dabi, who has chosen this moment to catch up with you.
You turn around, fear turning your blood into pure ice as you meet his eyes. He’s smirking at you as he casually leans against a wall, acting for all the world like he hasn’t been chasing you for hours.
You try to shove yourself up from the wall to begin running again, only for Dabi to slam a hand on the wall right beside your head. Your head is spinning so much that you didn’t even see him move towards you.
“Don’t you dare fucking try it. You know you can’t outrun me.” He glances down at the obvious wet spot on your crotch. “Although at this point, you probably don’t even want to, do you?”
He dips his finger into the slick and brings it up to his mouth, staring at you as he licks his finger clean. “You taste so good, sweetheart.”
“Please - just let me go,” you whisper quietly, too afraid to worry about your pride, and your mind too hazy to think of any other way out of this. “I won’t tell anyone about where you are, just please let me go.”
His palm lights up with blue fire as he raises it towards you, and you close your eyes and brace for the burning. But instead, you feel heat pressed against your body and hear the ripping sound of your hero suit being torn down the middle. Your eyes fly open to see that he singed your costume just enough to make it easy to peel you out of it, and he laughs at your shocked gaze.
“You didn’t actually think I was going to let you go, did you? I have you right where I want you.” He shoves you face first against the wall as he plunges two fingers inside of you, grazing a spot against your inner walls that has you instantly cumming around his fingers. Shame makes your face heat up, a tear running down the side of your face that you’re getting off from being violated in a dirty back alley by a villain.
“Such a fucking slut, already cumming from just this.” He adds in a third as your pussy still convulses with your orgasm, your inner walls seeming to suck them even deeper inside of you. “You’re so damned wet that it’s easy to slip right in.”
Your fingers dig hard against the brick wall in an attempt to ground yourself, trying to let the pain distract from the fire burning through you. But it does nothing, and you cum again when he forces a fourth inside of you. The stretch of it burns to the point of pain, but even that feels amazing.
“Too much,” you whine, “it’s too much.”
“Nah, I think you can take more,” he snickers as his thumb ghosts across your entrance. He ignores your whimpers as he pushes his thumb past the tight outer ring of muscles. Your world narrows down to only the feeling of him working his hand inside of you, pain and pleasure all mixing into one and leaving you lightheaded and panting.
You feel so stretched out, so impossibly full, and his hand isn’t even all the way inside of you. This shouldn’t feel good, you think to yourself, you should be horrified. But as his hand slowly disappears inside of you, inch by agonizingly slow inch, you can’t stop yourself from feeling the intense pleasure. You orgasm two more times before his hand is grazing your cervix.
He removes his hand suddenly, and you hear the sounds of clicking. It takes you a second to place the noise, but when you do, you feel yourself go hot with complete and total shame.
“What is it, doll? Don’t like me taking pictures?” He snickers darkly as he pushes his hand back inside of your dripping, aching cunt. “The sight of that gaping little cunt was too much for me to resist.”
Your gasps and whines as he fits his hand back in are embarrassingly loud as they echo through the alley, and you can feel your juices gushing out and dipping to the pavement below. When he straightens his fingers out as he strokes the inner walls of your pussy, your vision goes white as you squirt everywhere, only managing to remain standing by clinging to the wall.
“Fuck yes, doll, god that was so fucking hot,” he praises you as he unzips his pants. “You better be glad you’re so damned wet, because I intend to fuck this little ass of yours too.”
He gathers your slick on his other hand, using it to pump his painfully hard cock as he guides it to the entrance of your asshole. “No no no, please, you can’t, it’s too much,” you beg and plead in sheer panic, but he ignores you completely as he begins to push inside of you.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you babble as you feel his cock stretching out the walls of your ass. You orgasm again as his fist and cock press against each other through the thin barrier of muscles separating them. “So - so full,” you whine as you reach between your legs to continue to stroke your aching clit. Despite how many orgasms you’ve already had, the drug is still raging through your system and you still can’t get enough.
“That drug really is strong, isn’t it? Hahh, fuck, look at how much of a fucking whore you are.”
Dabi snorts as he smacks your ass, causing you to clench down and drawing a deep groan from the both of you. “Fist in your pussy, thick cock filling up your ass, and you’re still rubbing that little clit of yours like a bitch in heat.”
His hand thrusts inside of you in time with his cock, and you’re only staying upright because of the wall you’re leaning up against. “Please stop,” you sob to the man ravaging your body, “too much, it’s so - oh fuck!” Your next orgasm rips through you, and it’s almost painful in its sheer intensity.
Dabi increases his pace, balls slamming against your ass with every thrust as his fist continues to work your insides, and he hisses out a curse when he feels you tighten around him again. “Not going to last, holy fuck, this ass feels too fucking good,” he grabs your hip with one hand as he slams balls deep inside of your aching ass, releasing thick ropes of cum.
He fucks you through his orgasm before finally pulling out with a choked gasp when the sensitivity becomes too much, and you glance down to see the mess dripping out of you and coating the pavement. You don’t think you even have the energy to cry, at least until you feel a handcuff going around your wrist and snapping closed against a nearby pipe connected to the wall.
Dabi’s face breaks out into a smirk at your confused face. “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”
“No, please don’t leave me like this!” You pull hard at the handcuff, but there’s no give to the metal and it’s cinched too tightly around your wrist to be able to slip out. “Oh fuck, no,” you sob out as you allow your head to fall back against the wall as that terrible, horrible lust is boiling back up, forcing you to rub your thighs together to try and relieve it.
When you open your eyes, Dabi is gone, and you don’t know whether to feel relieved by that or panicked. But then you hear the footsteps approaching where you’re chained, and you feel a hesitant sort of hopefulness that someone is here to rescue you.
That hesitancy goes away completely when you see who it is, and you just know that everything is going to be okay now.
“Are you here to save me?” You whisper quietly as you look up at the winged hero, Hawks with pleading, tear stained eyes. He’s going to save you, you just know it. He’s a hero, right? Of course he would help an innocent civilian after they’ve been violated in a dirty back alley by a villain.
But your heart sinks into your chest, despair filling every fiber of your being as you see Hawks reaching for his pants as the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling echoes through the alleyway.
OMG that Shouto incest was 🥵 you can't just drop that and leave us whoreknees hanging
Oh ho ho, I cockblocked you horny bunch of pervs. ...nah, I’m not going to lie, I will definitely revisit that one soon. Arranged marriage trope makes me fucking feral, and when it’s his poor, unaware baby sister...things should get very very interesting.
Oh my god mari is the shiggy oviposition fic gonna be a series bc i swear if it wasnt for you i wouldve never known this was a thing and that fic was DELICIOUS - 🖤
A sequel is a definite possibility! Would love to write and explore her birthing the eggs, because I’ve never done that before 👀 Plus the evolution of her relationship with him as well!
