Alright. CP9 D&D. Who would be DM and what would the others play.
I personally feel like at least Kaku, Jabra and Kumadori would be more inclined towards the less common races but after that I’ve got nothing. And quite frankly Kaku could DM too. Hmm.
No prompt. It’s been a long time since I drew Fuka! He even got a slight redesign to have more similarities to a Belgian Shepherd. Bonus, original drawing under cut + description of his abilities.
His claws are hard to draw sometimes, hhhhhh
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He secretes a honey-like poison from his skin wherever he chooses; however it is very sluggish and is reabsorbed if not used quickly.
It melts flesh on contact and infects the wound, potentially paralyzing a foe with a weak will. It causes multiple symptoms including nausea and blurry vision, the more poison a foe intakes the more is spreads through the body. Enough of it will clog arteries and eventually lead to death.
His glassy claws contain a visible purple gas. The gas has similar effects to the poison he secretes, however it will immediately begin suffocating those around him. It takes a few tons of pressure to break the claws. If they do happen to break it may kill his allies within the minutes it takes to regenerate.
Also, I loved that ladybug draw,I thought it was cool you put Chris as Chat noir and Brian as Ladybug...or should I call him Lordbug??? XD
((well, male ladybugs are also called ladybug..... even ti is weird xD, but thank you, sadly I even thought over of the story of them as black cat and ladybug...... but what to do with that?))
Thank you for fullfiling my last ask!! Also, if you're still taking clothing requests, I'd love to see Ben in steampunk fashion please
((you’re welcome, and sorry, but it would go for Brian and Chris only, since they are in a clothing shop. in the last ask with them, but I like the idea.))
Here’s my @romericasecretsanta fic for @fukaru! Sorry it’s a bit late, I had some trouble. I might add to it later bc it was cute and fun to work with, but I wasn’t sure how to work it in here.
"It's not about whether I'm ready or not. It's about whether any of the assholes here are good enough," Lovino snorted, picking at a loose strip of bark on the tree he leaned against. He could practically hear Antonio roll his eyes at that.
"If you don't like the people here, maybe you should spread out a bit," he suggested. His tone was gentle, but this was a conversation they'd been through plenty of times before. Lovino didn't want to leave, but he didn't want anyone here to be his mate. He just didn't click with any of them.
"We'll see," he grumbled anyway, mostly to appease the older Spaniard. Besides his actual brother, Antonio was the closest thing he had to family. He wasn't always the most pleasant person to be around, but that didn't mean he really wanted to drive him away completely.
At the acquiescence, Antonio smiled slightly and nodded. He doubted Lovino would follow through with anything, but the fact that he even agreed was progress.
He turned and walked away, leaving Lovino brooding on the edge of the cliff. The Italian poked at the ground with a stick, having given up on the tree. He'd go home in a moment, but he'd come out here in the first place to clear his head.
Finally, he stood and turned. His shoulders slumped, but he was at least moving. As he moved to turn his back on the open air, the ground crumbled under him.
He fell back, too startled to even cry out. He slipped in silence, his mind already helpfully providing thoughts about what it would feel like if he hit the ground wings-first. Shit, he had to pull out of this. He tried turning his body any way he could, but he couldn't seem to get any closer to finding some kind of balance. His wings fluttered uselessly, unable to catch the air current just right. The longer he flailed, the more his panic rose, and his voice was still trapped in his chest.
Suddenly, a hand caught his ankle. His voice finally came free with a yelp as he swung freely through the air, held in place only by a stranger's hand on his leg.
He craned his neck to look up at his helper, his eyes still wide with panic. The man grinning down at him had blond hair that shone in the golden light of the sunset, and his smile was as bright as the sun itself. His blue eyes took in the person he held, and Lovino felt as if his gaze was going deeper than his skin. He wasn't unattractive either...He was well-muscled and was clearly holding Lovino with ease as his powerful wings held them both up. Lovino felt his heart pound a little faster, but he quickly tried to cover his flustered state with a scowl.
"Well, what are you doing?" he snapped, "Don't just flap there, help me up!"
The blond laughed as if he temper was a joke or something adorable. His laugh made the Italian's stomach flip, but he refused to let it show. This stranger couldn't get to him like this--he wouldn't allow it! Instead of looking cowed by his temper, the blond just nodded and hauled him up.
Lovino breathed out a sigh of relief when he felt the firm ground under his feet again. It was a welcome relief--wings weren't always as great as some people liked to act like they were. At least, in Lovino's experience, they weren't.
When he focused on the other again, the man was checking him out pretty obviously. Lovino blushed, trying to pull his shirt more tightly around himself--as if that would help. He normally wasn't affected much when the guys around here started checking him out, but somehow, when this guy did it, it felt like he was looking deeper than his appearance. Not to mention the fact that he was new and exciting and he was actually attractive. Unfairly so, actually...
"What are you looking at?" he asked, but it came out as a grumble and without his usual bite. The blond's grin just widened, and his wings fluttered as he stepped a little closer. He was about to start showing off, Lovino was sure of it. Well...shit. How was he supposed to deal with an attractive person trying to flirt with him? He didn't even have this guy's name yet.
"You," the other answered, completely unashamed of his own blatant staring. Lovino's cheeks flushed at that, and he sputtered and turned away.
"No one said you could do that!" he snapped, more flustered than angry. The blond seemed to pick up on that, because he just laughed. He took a step back though, which reassured Lovino. If nothing else, maybe he would respect his personal space. Some guys were really bad at that...
"I'm Alfred," the other said finally, breaking into Lovino's thoughts. He offered a hand, which the Italian stared at suspiciously for a moment before he reached out and shook his fingers weakly.
"Aw, come on, that's not a real shake!" Alfred complained, "You have to do it like this!" He took Lovino's hand more firmly, his own larger one wrapping around it as he gave a firm shake. Lovino's pulse skyrocketed at the touch. He jerked his hand back quickly, his cheeks flushing again.
After that, there were a few moments of silence. Alfred seemed to be waiting on something, but Lovino was still too flustered to even begin to imagine what it could be. He realized he was cradling his hand to his chest and quickly dropped it, even more embarrassed than before.
"So?" the other asked finally, "Are you going to tell me your name?"
Oh. Of course that was what he wanted. Lovino blushed, embarrassed by his own lack of realization. He ran a hand through his hair awkwardly, trying--and failing--to look a little more composed and suave. Almost immediately, he dropped the act. Alfred's first glimpse of him had been as he was potentially falling to his death, so why should he try to look cool now? It was a waste of effort.
"Lovino," he grumbled finally, giving a little shrug. He knew his name wasn't exactly common, so if Alfred wanted to laugh at it, he was prepared.
Instead, a soft, almost dream smile spread across the other's lips. He repeated the name, practically tasting it. Lovino's cheeks flared again; it was as if he could feel the vibrations of the other's voice all the way down to his toes. He cleared his throat awkwardly, twirling a lock of hair around his finger shyly.
"That's a really nice name," Alfred said finally, smiling at him again, "It sounds all smooth and mysterious or something, you know?"
Lovino just shrugged. What was he supposed to say? He'd been teased for his name, but never praised for it. Alfred was different...He was different from all the guys around here, the ones Lovino had just been complaining to Antonio about. His heart thundered as he wondered what that could mean.
Suddenly, Alfred reached out, flicking the tip of his nose playfully. Lovino let out a squeak at that, the bright red flush returning to his cheeks. "Wh-what was that for!?" he yelped, taking a step back. Luckily, Alfred had brought them far enough from the edge that there was no chance of a repeat of the earlier fiasco.
Alfred just shrugged, looking totally unconcerned. Lovino already envied that about him--he didn't think he could ever pull that off.
"You looked like you were zoning out again," he explained simply. A small smile played across his lips, making Lovino's heart thump almost uncomfortably. The Italian ducked his head shyly, his cheeks flushing.
Another rustle of Alfred's wings made him look up again. The blond was smiling again, and even in the fading light, it was radiant.
"I hope you don't mind if I try to win you over," he told Lovino. He was laughing, but the Italian doubted he was joking. He just gaped for a moment, trying to find the words. Suddenly, Alfred held a hand out to him. He stared at it, not sure what he was supposed to do.
"Would you like to dance with me?" Alfred asked, his voice going soft and velvety. It seemed to wrap around Lovino, coaxing and encouraging.
"M-maybe later," he stuttered, nearly gasping, "I...I have to get going. My brother's waiting." He flushed, fear and embarrassment pushing him away. Before he could dig himself a deeper hole, he turned and took off. He rushed a little, dipping through the air in a way that made his heart stutter with renewed panic, but he caught himself quickly.
He could feel Alfred's eyes on him until he was able to duck out of sight. Despite his protests, he really hoped the other wouldn't give up so easily.
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#the amazing digital circus
#photography
#cats on tumblr
#heated rivalry
