pawky

poor english / Not spoilers free - Pawky | she/her | 18⬆️ | 3d man dissapointed me so i'm here to simping over 2d men :3c still new to tumblr so i’m sorry for any inconvenience 🕺i mainly post my art on [twitter] and [instagram] @.pawnkyyyy

[pawnkyyy]

I have decided to move to this account!

@pawkysushiro

On there, i’ll reblog many random things and sometimes post some quick lazy arts of mine. Might not relate to ikemen that much (or at all🥲) but rather what interested me at that time

Feel free to go to my new blog if you want but if not, thank you for everything and take care :>

[pawnkyyy]

Pawnky! You like spamtenna?

Scummy!(???)skkskkksksks i didn’t expect this question at all, thankyou so much for asking tho…. 😭🙏

YEs i do!! I love the whole Deltarune thing actually (I think my hyperfixation is currently on this game) But for spamtenna, it’s maybe because of the ‘friends become enemies become the secret 3th thing’ trope and their connected trauma?? that hooked me hard (okay now i see the pattern) now i just realize binged spamtenna content has finally become one of my daily routine

yap about deltarune and or about this ship made me too excited… maybe i should make another blog where i can scream and share my art for this game HAHA, again, thanks for asking!! ( ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ᴗo̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ )，

[ganondoodle]

part 2 after all (direct continuation)

hahah whoops qwq!

EDIT: part 1 here

(deltarune)

[pawnkyyy]

decided to reselling my favorite gilbert pin because i need money and now i’m crying like a toddler… mood

[yuennii]

pretty duo,best duo

[ikemen-watch]

➢ What is a zine?

A zine is a short book/magazine. It's usually created by multiple independent contributors whose works all fit a certain theme.

Once completed, the zine is made available to the public.

➢ Do I need to pay anything to read the zine?

No. First Time For Everything Ikemen Fan Zine will be available for free.

➢ Who can contribute to the zine?

Writers and artists! Fandoms: Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Villains

We're also open to other Ikemen Fandoms.

A discord account is required.

➢ What is the theme of the current zine?

The theme for the current zine is: First Times.

➢ What are the submission requirements?

➹ Writing: between 700 and 2 000 words ➹ Art: A4 (single page) or A3 (horizontal spread), 300dpi ➹ SFW only ➹ Max. 2 submissions per person.

We accept platonic and romantic works, including non-incestous canon character ships and OCs. OC works must include canon characters.

In case of doubts, reach out to admins!

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➹ Check-in #1: November 15th

➹ Check-in #2: January 18th

➹ Check-in #3: January 25th

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[morimeww]

Ikemen Series Rollcall!!!

Hello everyone!! I’ve really been in the mood to listen to some people gush about the Ikemen Series!! So I decided to make a template!!! Feel free to repost this with yours!!

You can also just post this alone with the hashtag #ikeseriesrollcall

Feel free to make your own template as well!! I know mine isn’t perfect. You don’t have to use a template if you don’t like, just type away!! Also please lmk if you want any changes or see anything missing!!

🌸I really wanted to make this to learn more about everyone, meet new people and to connect!🌸

✅PLEASE NERD OUT

❌HARASSMENT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED

[worfi]

Drawing some Ikemen series characters in twst art style(s) to practice. I'll probably do some more. Character suggestions/requests are welcome.

[judenostopwaitkeepgoing]

alfons, forever the chaotic bisexual 💀

[cosmowgyral]

Silvio's Sequel PV Screenshots

[dark-frosted-heart]

THE BABIES

[littlewitty]

Roger Barel lol

[ndoandou]

Miss jazza 👅👅👅

WHAT USERNAME ANDOU ALIVe???

[raymillion]

Thank you to whoever shared screenshots of the exchange gift story because this part lives in my brain rent free the way I laughed was ungodly

[littlemin0u]

@solacedeer ellis i choose you ass

[dicenete]

A little bit of Gilbert in a slinky black dress as an amethyst sketch for @scummy-writes :3

The Members of the Amethyst Moon Tier (3€/month) on my Ko-Fi can request one free sketch from me per month ^^ (max. 2 characters per sketch)

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[scummy-writes]

It Means 'I Love You'

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Gilbert/Reader

Words: 1,346

Tags: knifeplay, blood, blood tasting, vag and panties are used so take that as you will. He's not wearing his eyepatch in this one.

The gentle clinks of chains shifting paired with soft huffs of strained breathing was nothing new to Gilbert’s darkened bedroom. To those unfamiliar and only hearing the whispered promises - worryingly perceived as threats - of you being sequestered within metal cuffs would assume Gilbert had fulfilled his swear to you. That you lay writhing in his bed, night after night, silver ensuring your position.

Sitting back, your eyes languidly survey your current work, pushing the aforementioned assumptions aside with a ghost of a smile.

Underneath you rested your lover donned in cuffs made for you, his chest rising with heavy pants. With the glow of the moon illuminating his skin, it was as if you had an ethereal spotlight on your handiwork. Slowly, you dragged the pad of your finger along your most recent cut along his skin, resisting the urge to smile as he hissed out a chuckle. Due to the shallow nature of the wound, blood wasn’t seeping out in any cumbersome amount, but the small swipe adorning your finger was enough to fill the lines of your fingerprint.

A reminder of how deep this relationship had gone, perhaps? Years ago, this action would have been a rare blip within your thoughts. Mixed with fear, even, or the latest lines of the last story you had immersed yourself in. Yet now, staring at the deep crimson of his glistening on your skin, you had to accept how much you had changed since loving him.

A flick of your eyes and you meet his hazy gaze, his feverish smile cracking to rasp your name. You didn’t need to cast your gaze elsewhere to know how this was affecting him - you could feel it between your thighs as the flimsy cloth of your panties rubbed against his erection, hear it in the restrained whines he was managing to hold back.

Impulsively, your tongue seeks out your sullied skin, your breath pausing alongside his as the taste of iron prints itself onto your tastebuds. Faint, but lingering, and the action makes your thoughts swirl.

He’s filled you over and over again, so the act of mingling with him was nothing new. But tasting such a liquid - his life - in a way no one could ever have the grace of doing calls out to something deeper within you. His eyes widen as you slowly rake the pad of your finger over your tongue, finishing with a soft sigh.

There’s no comment to be made, truly, but you can feel his length twitch against your crotch, and you release a chuckle of your own.

Here he was, adorned with what he affectionately called ‘marks of love’ along his chest, arms, stomach - even down to the skin surrounding his erection. His white sheets bare droplets and small smears of blood, and you haven’t even attempted to survey your own skin for similar markings. You’re preoccupied with wielding your knife once more, the sturdy obsidian blade a previous gift bestowed upon you. 

Now it traced the skin of its maker, the point leaving raised, irritated lines in its wake as you trailed it from his chest, and between your legs.

You shift, of course, to view the unmarred skin that was shielded away by your inner thighs. In honesty, you’re surprised there isn’t more than precum leaking from his flushed tip. It’s not like you’ve been hasty with your cuts. But he’s still holding out, sucking in a breath as the blunt end of the blade ghosts along his length. Teasing a vein before reaching the glans, skimming off his excitement.

It shines on the knife, even going as far to spill a droplet onto his abdomen. It transfixes you for a brief moment, until you feel his hips rising up. Intentionally or otherwise, looking at his excitement seemed to have caused a silent plea for this scratch to be itched much more mercilessly, his eyes only fixated on your tongue as it swipes off his precum from his blade.

“Is this what you’re wanting?” Carefully, the edge of the blade is brought to rest against his frenulum, nestled underneath his glans. With just a bit more pressure, the sensitive skin could sting so sweetly. 

He hisses at the sharp kiss threatening to press further, breath hitching. You’d think him nervous, if his cock wasn’t twitching. Another bead of precum dribbling out. Regardless, you keep it pressed until a whine quietly slips out - he wasn’t one to beg, but how close you’ve gotten to pulling desperate praise from him was intoxicating.

Another moment of anticipation, and then you gently pull the knife away, eliciting a groan from Gilbert.

“Ahaha… Losing your nerve?”

“I want to do something a bit more special…”

He doesn’t reply in words, only with bated breath as you lean over him poised with the blade against his chest.

You’ve been attentive to how you’ve let the blade marr his skin. Each cut was precise, deliberate, and contemplated on. With the added bonus of letting him swim in the sensations as you took your time with each one, making sure never to leave a cut stubborn to heal.

‘Marks of love’, you repeat to yourself. A teasing way he made the idea of this more palatable. However the words feed into pushing this further, pushing the tip into his chest, deeper than the rest. 

“Ah-ah…!”

The deep breath he takes causes his chest to rise, the tip of the knife unyielding. It’s nothing fatal, but he’s wincing, sucking in air through his teeth. It’s harsher.

But he doesn’t stop you. Nor do you want to stop. Prompted by an urge deep within, you carve a firm line down on the side of his chest. Connecting it with another, and another.

Nothing has caused Gilbert to writhe until this point. Actively straining against the cuffs trapping his wrists - the rhythmic clinking of the chains doing nothing to drown out the heartbeat in your ears - but during each cut, his cock grinds between your inner thighs. 

You should feel anything but arousal at this. His blood is seeping out more than those shallow cuts, a few rivulets trailing down his sides, your hands even bare a few smears from using his torso to stabilize yourself. But the act has left you aching in more ways than one to finish the job, your mouth parting just to issue warnings to your lover; “not yet, don’t cum just yet.”

This is the most obedient you’ve managed to command him into being. It’s clear he aches to, but the relentless grinding eases, a few curses slipping out of his mouth as he realizes just exactly what you’ve carved onto his chest.

With a moan, unsure if yours or his at this point, you lean back in a feverous haze. There’s an impulse to obscenely clean the blade or your hands free of his blood. Instead, you take it to your thumb, a firm swipe causing you to wince. Your blood dripping onto his stomach, lower chest. 

Breathlessly, he moans your name. Quietly, as if he’s concerned that speaking louder would cause you to rethink your actions. Instead you look him in the eyes as you press your thumb to his chest, wound to wound. Cut to branding. Mixing together in a new way, once more.

That is what does your lover in. Just mere moments later he’s groaning with a smile on those damned lips of his, cock soiling the fabric of your panties as he finally, finally, lets himself ejaculate. The notion of it, and what caused it, catches up to you.

You should feel ashamed, you idly think. Yet no such emotion crosses you, not when you can see your lover ruminating in his lust filled daze, grinning as if filled with a strange pride over your actions.

“I think you’ve lost all sense of shame after conquering me, Gil.”

He laughs. His lungs still strained with how he’s been forced to hold himself back, but his scoff makes your ears perk.

“I think, hah, you should speak for yourself, little rabbit.”

So...what did you carve into his chest? Your name, or a simple 'mine'?

Thank you ‘the red means i love you’ song. Thank u thank u. Apparently listening to it 20x in a row is what i needed to work on this after literal months.

I think this is likely rusty, since I have a hard time viewing my stuff as anything but, however I appreciate anyone who stopped to read this! I think Gilbert really loves the idea of the complexities to someone finally, finally, being close enough to actually hurt him. That theoretically, we could kill him. Hes chained up, knife in our hands. We could kill him right then and there. We’re actively cutting into him. He’d deserve it, wouldn’t he? Instead we just carve our name into him, making it clear that with all the power we have here, we’re still choosing to make our love and ownership clear. For now, at least.

(i wanted to try and make it clear this time that although we pin all these dark desires that Gilbert has to him, that we also have some unconscious desires that he just helps bring out of us. I don’t think i showed it well, but. Well. now you know.)

I write sometimes! I try to do it as often as I used to, but with streaming and work it’s a bit harder now. Check out my masterlist for more Gilbert goodies, or other ikemen games:

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