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i know this is late but i was scrolling through your blog and i think that show with the jail. thing is brave animated series? it has a guy with green eyes in it (i haven't seen it myself BUT i know that guys there + 3d animated)
HOLY SHIT THIS IS IT TY TY TYSM I WAS LOOKING SO LONG FOR IT /POS
im sorry but opla did so good in preserving mihawk’s overall vibe.. design and performance was so cunty
:(( he
can you draw Simon??
Wyd… if Simon offers you lizard?🤨
Im on my break rn and can’t go on discord:( i miss my friends,,,, Love u guys (if you’re reading this, idk ahah)
i had to draw charlie in one of those stupid alpha wolf shirts. i had to im sorry (im not)
i had to edit the picture myself cause i didn't wanna struggle. i love how it turned out actually
i'm not sure if i'm gonna draw mr boss yet but i'm gonna draw glep and it'll complete the main 4 at least, then i'll work on lineart and color and stuff
oughh i need a nap. disappearing again woosh
artfight attack on @gorjee-art ^_^ such a delight to draw these characters and so fun to do!!!
[characters use he/him and she/her respectively]
come attack me, i revenge everything!
In what possible way is the man who ate glass to prove his murderer girlfriend innocent, cross examined a parrot, and became a lawyer for a man, normal???
Another poll bc I need to see where people stand on one of the greatest ace attorney related issues of our time
i hope arturo falls down the stairs
Hi
Meet tje artist thingu like new ref
𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — m. reo
↳ reo could never love you out loud. and you... you only belonged to him in the middle of the night.
𖨆♡𖨆 mikage reo x fem!reader
✧.* this is a sugar d*ddy reo and nagi’s daughter au ;’@@@ based on this post // ps: i also wrote this in an hour pls do not perceive my mega simp energy for this beautiful, beautiful man
✧.* age gap (reo is in his 40s and reader is in her early-20s), fem!reader, forbidden relationships, unprotected sex, lovesick reo & reader, mentions of food & alcohol
— mini masterlist (tba)
#1: HURTS SO GOOD
Everything about Mikage Reo is refined. Tasteful. Classy.
From his neatly pressed collars and stainless shoes; perfectly steamed slacks and neatly parted lilac hair, anyone who had a pair of eyes could see how attractive Reo was.
Even you, with your bright-eyed youth and life laid ahead, weren’t exempted from his charms. How his smiles directed at you during those rare gatherings attended by your father’s old soccer colleagues made your heart spin and stop.
How his subtle grazes on your arm, thigh and lower back made your skin all warm and tingly.
The truth was undeniable: you wanted Reo and he wanted you, too.
One day, fueled with alcohol and pent-up frustration from yet another stupid college boy ghosting you, you had taken dad’s friend by the elbow and crashed your lips to his, tasting his low moan of surprise and sudden, quick gasp.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured even as he lifted your thigh to wrap around his still lissom waist. And you agreed. But, you never stopped him; neither did he want you to stop.
His lips stained your consciousness with guilt even as you laid sated in his arms. The next day, he bought you a bouquet of roses and sent it to your apartment as an apology and a promise last night would never repeat again.
You had sent it back with a note saying he shouldn’t hurt a woman’s feelings like that and he pulled up not even an hour later, holding a packet of takeout and another bouquet, this time not attached to any regrets.
Everything would’ve been perfect in this blossoming relationship except for one glaring fact.
Reo could never love you out loud. And you…
You only belonged to him in the middle of the night.
“R-Reo…”
The rough rasp of his palm sliding up your waist to hold you in place makes you stutter, and your eyes crossed in pleasure when he started to angle his hips deeper; taking everything you gave him with an enthusiasm which belied his creeping age.
His tongue charted a path from your earlobe to your jaw, the slickness of his spit leaving goosebumps trailing on your skin. “Yes, sweetheart?” He breathed onto your neck, and you wished you could hold him there; keep him glued to your side so he would never leave. So he could be the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes in the morning.
The sickly tendrils of love fester around your heart, vining rose thorns that spiked and pricked your tender hopes. But, like a true masochist, you continued to pluck and prod at the sharp edges, yearning to cup his affection in your hands like it was a beautiful, ruby red rose. Even if it would hurt you tomorrow; you would treasure the redolent scent and velvet touch till morning came.
“Please,” your slurry moans goaded him to gently prop you onto your knees, exposing your leaking pussy to the cool room air and your swollen nipples to his endless tweaking and teasing. “Kiss me.”
Your gasp was laced with ardent longing, and Reo’s low groan made your heartbeat stumble like a metronome. He gently lifted your face and tilted it closer to his. Reo’s kisses were soft as petals, tasting like sin. His tongue touched the inner rim of your mouth, and you let him in; let him taste and take you. Let him pillage and own you over and over again.
His cock stilled deep in you, and his calloused finger pads from a youth on the soccer field, dragged down your thighs, straight to your pulsing clit. Reo loved to kiss you deeply as he played with your throbbing bud; pinching it, rubbing tight circles onto the slick flesh—anything to get you gasping and preening in his touch.
“Sensitive, hmm?” he murmured and you nodded, hazy and fucked out.
“Mhm—want you, Reo.”
He kissed down your neck, slow and achingly romantic as his thrusts picked up the pace, approaching a fever pitch. “I want you too, sweet one. So, so much.”
His left hand curled around your neck, holding you firmly to him, and his bare ring finger dug into your pulse point, making you choked softly.
Once, you had asked him why he never married and he told you, wistfully, that he couldn’t see himself in a long term relationship with anyone. Most women wanted him for his money, and they left after they got their bills paid; their mortgages cleared and new leases signed. Reo swore he would never make that mistake again—the mistake of loving someone so wholeheartedly and foolishly.
Until you came along.
You, with your gentle smiles, sarcastic rebukes and firm principles so different from your father’s detrimental slacking. Growing up, you were never left wanting for any material need in life courtesy of your father’s colourful football career.
You never asked Reo for anything, but strangely, the ex-pro player and CEO of Mikage Corp wanted to give you everything.
It’s just too bad you could never fully be his.
“R-Reo, I’m…” your pretty face screwed up in pleasure and he felt your walls starting to shudder and melt around him. Reo doubled down on your clit and started to lightly spank the little, flushed pearl.
“Cum for me,” he murmured, low and carnal into the shell of your ear. “Cum for me and let me feel you, baby.”
Baby. You would always be Mikage Reo’s baby.
Your hips surged forward, white staining your vision and you released a stream of moans, panting his name into the dark room.
His soft grunt and hips stuttering alerted your ringing mind to his cum filling you right to the brim, and you both tumbled onto the plush couch in a haze of limbs and heavy breathing.
Reo was the first to pull you into his arms, and you didn’t resist, seeking his warmth like how a child would find comfort in their favourite blanket.
“Do you really have to go to that stupid conference?”You murmured and he chuckled, nosing your hair. His mid-length lilac locks and sigh tickled your shoulder.
“Unfortunately, I have to, pretty. Isagi will kill me if I miss this one out.”
“But, it’s our anniversary.” He didn’t have to look at you to know you were pouting. Reo hummed, tracing random patterns onto your back.
“I’ll take you out to somewhere spectacular, baby. I know it’s been a long time coming and I want to make it perfect. Just you and I, yeah? I’m gonna choose your outfit and what you get to wear underneath that pretty dress. Then, we’ll come back home and I’ll fuck you on this sofa and make you some frozen strawberry daiquiris to celebrate. How’s that sound, pretty girl?”
You snorted at his meticulous planning but inwardly swooned with nerves and anticipation, snuggling deeper into his embrace.
Suddenly, the lock of your apartment turned and you yelped, about to throw a quilt on your lover’s bare body when your dad’s unmistakably tall frame lumbered into the living room.
“Baby girl? You here? Oka-san wanted me to pass you some herbs. She said you weren’t feeling well. What a pain it is, huh? I know you must be bothered—“
Nagi Seishiro stopped dead in his tracks. On the lush sofa he remembered pointing out as a good choice for his daughters’ apartment, his baby watched him with wide, fearful eyes.
Beside her, similarly made of stone, his best friend since high school, the man who followed him everywhere from the ends of the earth and back; who was there for every high and low of his soccer career and even attended his precious baby’s isshou mochi ceremony, was completely pale with fright.
Naked as the day he was born, cock against his defined thigh, and arms around his daughter.
His baby girl.
“What the… what the hell is this?!”
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sketched that fucking Guy whilw listening to the first magprotocol episodes.. lord
Lady Mowbray ?
PIECE BY PIECE - Kofi Doodles!!
RAHHH 🥺YOUUU!! Bbip, thank you for the ☀️kofi👑 donation!!! They wanted to see more of Mei-lyn and I ended up drawing pages of Piece by Piece in general >//< RAHH YOU MAD LAD!
Pehehe! The only reason why The king isn't dethroned is probably cuz he has two pretty and smart ladies as advisors
when you hear the premise of saiki k is "a loner boy with amazing psychic powers is constantly hounded by people desperately wanting to be his friends" its easy to assume that its because they think his powers are awesome, but... they dont even know about his powers. they just all love his autism swag so much that theyll start crying and screaming and throwing up if hes not around