#lover works

[alastorluver]

Someone posted this ⬆️ over on x, and I was inspired so:

Bonus pics:

[allmightluver]

I FINALLY updated my fic Easter Eggs. Link below (18+)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[shadowluver1242]

You think Rouge's hearing is so good that she can hear the heartbeats of those close to her?

Imagine Sonic and Team Dark run into each other, Sonic being the typical annoying blue blur just to pick on Shadow, getting him more and more riled up. 

Before he finally leaves, he walks up close and boops Shadow's nose with a wink before racing off. Shadow's wanting nothing more than to chaos blast him into the ground, but they're on a mission, so he has to stay put. Once he backs himself off the ledge of disobeying commands, he turns back to Rouge and Omega. 

Rouge: "What a cute exchange!" 

Shadow scoffs, still seething. 

Rouge: "So...you want me to ask him for you?" 

Shadow bites back: "Ask him what?!" 

Rouge: "Out, obviously!" 

Shadow watches her with a still furious but blank expression, not catching on. 

Omega: "PERPLEXITY EVIDENT. ROUGE, SPEAK CLEARLY." 

Rouge sighs, shaking her head, "Ask Sonic out on a date with you." 

Shadow freezes, staring at her as if Eggman had renounced his evil intentions and devoted his work and knowledge in pursuit of world peace. His voice matches his bewildered expression, "What?!" 

Rouge: "Oh honey, don't try to deny it, you know my hearing is immaculate! Every time you see him your heart jumps up in pace. And when he got up and close in your personal space back there, your heart was racing as fast as him!" 

Shadow blinks, shocked as a deep red flush forms from his cheeks to his ears. 

Rouge: "Aww, look at that blush!" 

Omega: "I BELIEVE THE CORRECT PHRASE IS: 'GET A ROOM'."

Team Dark fails their mission that day. Their stealth at sneaking into the base completely ruined and alerted the enemy forces inside. Shadow refuses to make a case report no matter how many times he's commanded to do so, and no one's game to challenge the Ultimate Lifeform with that aura of rage circling around him like a swirling tempest. Rouge and Omega also won't offer any insight, even as Omega undergoes repairs and Rouge is forced to seek medical attention. Shadow is completely unharmed, but there's a faint pink dusting on his cheeks if you manage to look close enough as he storms by. 

Omega's metal body is riddled with dents, scratches, pieces missing, burned and misshapen metal, a few wires hanging out in places, and a shattered "eye" piece. Rouge likewise is covered in cuts, bruises, burns, a sprained wing, a sore hip, and a dislocated shoulder. She's being fit for a sling that she'll have to wear for the next several weeks, but even so, she has the biggest smile on her face. 

End.

[alastorluver]

Old now but my first freaky red guy

I love the deer man

[alastorluver]

I was going to post some old sketches I made for 100 followers but

I guess this is a 200 follower appreciation post!

I made these on a trip so I had to do it by memory, it was several months ago but it’s ART SO HERE

[allmightluver]

A stupid little scenario that you may enjoy (if you'll be able to understand my broken English that is)

Right after moving to Musutafu, Toshinori rents a cheap apartment and meets one of his neighbors for the first time. All Might - in his small form - is not the most outgoing person, not used to people being friendly and casually talking to him, so he's not… very nice so to say, he just gives them short shrift. Visibly bummed out by this, the neighbor is still very polite every time they see each other. To the point where Toshinori starts feeling bad about how he treated them when they've met for the first time. What if one day he'd finally feel the urge to approach and apologize?

I can see this happening given the attitude he had when he first met Deku. Burned out, tired of being stared at and pitied, he just wants to do his thing and go on. Especially if he was really bummed the first day they met, I can see him not being in the mood for talking, especially if the neighbor had stared for moment. Of course it’s human nature to stare at oddities in curiosity, but when you’re always the cause of it, it feels similar to ant under a magnifying glass. I can see him just wanting to get out of eye shot so keeping the talking to a minimum. But I still think he’d be polite, just short and to the point.

When he comes to his senses so to speak he’d feel bad about brushing the other off, especially given how they treat him like any other neighbor and not some giant zombie. I can see him baking something (I head canon him as an amazing baker but just never gets to eat any of it so he doesn’t do it as often anymore) and going next door. Maybe he’d fight with himself over whether to just leave the food at the door, knock and make a run for it or actually attempt to talk. If the neighbor has one of those Ring doorbells where they get a notification when someone’s at their front door it’d be humorous. They may not be able to actually see his face given his height, but him holding the food and reaching to put it down only to stop and reach for the door, and then stop again. Going back and forth for several minutes, scratching behind his head as he tries to decide what to do.

Maybe they’d take pity on him and just open the door. That’d make him jump for sure, caught red handed so to speak. He may whip the dish behind him quick in slight panic, unsure how to proceed, before the other could notice. He’d awkwardly laugh a greeting, “Oh! Ah, h-hello there!” Probably fumble over his words a bit. As long as they remained patient with him he’d relax. “Ah. I, ah, wasn’t very pleasant when we first met the other day. Ahaha, I suppose I’m not used to, well, a friendly face.” Given they give a positive answer he’ll eventually reveal the desert, saying he made it as an apology and hoped to start over. Maybe they’d invite him in for tea. And maybe they’d keep meeting for tea now and then :)

[allmightluver]

You think Toshi likes having his hair played with?

Yes.

Unfortunately Toshi’s hair has probably suffered from his lack of nutrition and poor health. It’s probably thinned out more than before. Brittle and feels like hay it’s so rough. But it is possible after retiring his hair has managed to come back a little now that he’s taking care of himself again. So we’ll pretend this is then:

He’d be confused when you ask him if you could, but he’d let you nonetheless. He’d want you to be gentle though, he’s had several concussions over the years that have left some permanent bumps of scar tissue. They’re a little sensitive if they’re suddenly bumped into with a comb or hairbrush. But he trusts you to be forgiving.

You place a pillow on the floor and ask him to sit down, while you sit on the couch behind him (or stand depending on your height). You start gently running your hands through his hair, feeling along the surprisingly soft locks despite their ragged appearance. You can feel bumps and divots along his skull, but you’re careful not to let your fingers linger.

The feeling sends a visible shiver down Yagi’s spine. You ask if he’s alright, if this is still alright. He straightens and nods quickly, “Ah, yes! Sorry. It feels nice. Please, continue.”

You smile pulling his long bangs back to join the rest. His hair is so thick. You feel you could easily leave a brush in here without it falling. You brush it back with your fingers, gathering it up to test if you can put it in a ponytail. You can, easily. You instead try to braid it.

Suddenly you notice Yagi leaning to one side. You don’t say anything at first, thinking he could just be stretching or favoring a sore spot. But soon his head is starting to tip forward. He leans a bit too far over before jumping with a gasp and scrambling to stay upright. You again ask if he’s alright and what happened. He laughs nervously, scratching at the back of his neck with one hand as he turns his head to look in your direction, “Sorry. I guess I started falling asleep.” “It’s alright,” you say with a smile, “I’m glad it’s so relaxing for you.”

You pat the couch and have him lay down with his head in your lap. He’s blushing at the position but obeying without protest. “Just relax,” you say softly as you start gently carding your fingers through his from front to back and over again, “let yourself drift.” He doesn’t want to fall asleep and waste your time together, but you insist. He’s by far worthy more than anyone of a nap. The dark bags under his eyes never seem to leave, and you feel exhausted just looking at him most days. Yagi’s eyes shine as he gives you a soft smile before he gives in and takes a deep breath, letting it slowly and allowing his eyes flutter shut. You can feel his body relax and melt into the couch (it’s an extra long but his feet still hang over the edge).

You make yourself comfortable and continue slowly running your hand over his hair, gently letting your fingers spread out to further massage his head. He only makes it a solid a minute before his breathing evens out and he’s quietly snoozing on your lap. You smile, not letting your hand stop as you feel yourself becoming drowsy as well. The two of you sleep there for several hours, you waking up first and continue your massage. Another hour and half later he finally wakes up as well, embarrassed he slept so long. But he admits it was one of the best sleeps he’s gotten in a long while.

Even now you find yourself playing with his hair at night right before falling asleep. It’s become a relaxing ritual for you both. If you find him staying up late and overworking himself as he often does, you creep up behind until you can reach his head to run your hands along. He always hear you coming, and instantly know what you want, melting instantly with a deep sigh the moment your hands meet him.

Sometimes he’ll gently shake you off, saying he needs to finish what he’s working on and will come to bed soon. Sometimes you let him, other times you stubbornly continue your endeavor until he eventually gives in, already barely awake. He knows you’re right and he needs to rest, so he wearily puts down his pen and paper and struggles to follow you back to bed where he all but collapses. You undress him from the day into something more comfortable and tuck him in, sliding beside him. He’s awake enough to smile and kiss your forehead with a mumbled “I love you” before completely conking out. You take such good care of him.❤️