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"will answer when have energy", i think every time i see a message, but then fail again and again
it's a hiatus i forgot to mention. for a couple of months or so. just for you to know that the inactivity isn't caused by intentional ignoring 🙇♂️
some posts have been queued. you will see new arts and fics with the fandoms i haven't created content for in past. hope you'll like it. that's basically it
sorry once again for not replying, val feels like being this 🤏 close to losing sanity. some things in life came to the level i don't know yet how to deal with. thank you for being kind to me and see you later!
last summer's commission for @dirtpie39
of course, the queen of SCDLT remains mia, but thanks a lot for giving me a try, too .ᐟ
Summary: Frustrated by Kyle's stubborn jealousy, Joe feels the need to let off some steam. But luckily, she chooses the most effective methods to do so, eventually making Kyle admit he was wrong.
Word Count: 1300
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"Can I punch you? Just one time?"
Joe could swear she hadn’t planned to say it out loud, but Kyle’s stupid look, full of hope that she would break up with her nonexistent passion, was the last straw in the cup of her patience.
Not only had Samshin thoroughly frayed her nerves, but now she also had to calm down a betrayal-shaking Kyle.
Joe clenched her fists, staring at Kyle, who sat behind his massive oak desk with an expression as if she had just declared war on his entire bloodline. His eyebrows were drawn together, his lips tightly pressed, but his body posture was humbly open, inviting Joe to do whatever she pleased, even as his whole demeanor screamed "I knew you didn’t love me".
"Damn, you’re just impossible!" Joe hissed, feeling the boiling in her chest, and with the grace of a cat, she leaped over the table, landing on Kyle’s lap. The blond didn’t even have time to lean back in his chair before her hands gripped his shoulders, and with a loud thud, they crashed to the floor, leaving Kyle, despite all his knightly bearing, helplessly pinned beneath the girl.
His slightly curly golden hair was tousled, his face frozen in utter shock, and Joe was no less stunned, not understanding what had come over her. In any normal situation, she would’ve slapped herself for such antics, but now, even when she should’ve backed off and apologized profusely, Joe didn’t feel like doing it. Energy overflowed from how desperately she wanted to prove Kyle wrong about her thoughts of someone else. Damn it, she’d been thinking about him long before he knew of her existence!
Joe was pulled out of her thoughts about justifying her behavior by Kyle’s flustered attempt to say something. The girl could physically feel the frantic rhythm of the heartbeat of the man beneath her — the owner of beautiful but utterly bewildered blue eyes. And as soon as Kyle opened his mouth, Joe immediately seized his sides, starting to rattle them like piano keys.
"AH!" A mix of fright and trembling was reflected in Kyle's exclamation, quickly replaced by nervous laughter. That’s when Joe realized she’d found the right leverage...
"Why do you have to be so stubborn, Kyle?" as if nothing had happened she continued in her still-angry tone, rapidly kneading his squirming sides. "See what consequences this leads to?"
Terrible ones! Kyle threw his head back, laughing like he’d never laughed in his life. And the thing was, he had never been tickled before. The sensation was overwhelming and unfamiliar, and Joe’s attacks in this situation were merciless. Little did he know that she was going easy on him yet...
"Ah, wait! Stop, don’t do that! It’s... ahahaha! Joe, listen!"
"What? Why should I listen to you when you refuse to hear me?" The girl’s hint was perfectly clear.
"I’m begging you! Hahahaha! I— Ah! It’s too much! I’ll do anything, just stop!"
"Oh, really? Then maybe you’ll finally admit that I don’t need anyone but you?! So I can hear it loud and clear." Her fingers began sliding downward authoritatively, dancing along the lower part of his ribs, sometimes brushing against the back and making Kyle arch like a bow.
"W-what?! Ahah! HAHahah! D-damn it! Joe!.."
Kyle was going insane, not knowing where to escape. Not only was he redder than a tomato from the tickling, but now he was also under moral pressure from Joe’s insanely embarrassing demand. How could he admit such a thing? How could he be sure of it without knowing what was going on in her pretty little head?
"You heard right. I want you to say that I don't have another woman." Joe stubbornly insisted, wanting to clearly see the fruits of her labor on Kyle’s character. If she was in this world for this purpose, she’d achieve it by any means necessary! Not that she disliked this method... After all, she loved a little bit of risky mischief.
"But I saw it myself! Joe, this is going nowhere! Please, make it stop, hahahaha!"
Joe’s blood boiled even hotter at such stubbornness. There was no longer any desire to reason with this child in an aristocrat’s body, only to force the truth out of him! Her hands slid lower, straight to his trembling hips, and immediately began digging in, eliciting an unprecedented wail from her victim.
"NO! Not there! Ahahahaha!!!" It seemed like the walls and ceiling were shaking in time with Kyle’s convulsions, and Joe herself occasionally glanced at the entrance door to make sure no one decided to drop by. "Fine! I give up! You don’t have anyone else, just stop!"
"That doesn’t sound very sincere," she leaned down, her breath tickling his neck. The portion of blush on Kyle’s cheeks — a man used to control and distance — instantly doubled, if not tripled. Not letting up on his hips, Joe continued tormenting the weakest spots. The blond desperately tried to grab her wrists, but it was futile. In her determined state, Joe was far too agile.
"Hahahaha! Ah! Why are you doing this to me?!" came a drawn-out, dramatic moan as the girl intensified the tickling on his unexpectedly sensitive hips, which were thrashing wildly in attempts to escape or shake off the tormentor. A smirk played on Joe’s lips. She realized tickling was foreign to Kyle and almost felt sorry for him. But punishing him for slander and proving her point was more tempting than pity.
Of course, Kyle had seen how tickling affected others. But he could never have imagined the overwhelming sensations it could cause, especially from the fingers of someone he... truly, genuinely cared about.
Maybe Joe really did care about him too, if her touches could make him feel like this? Or was it just the torture clouding his mind? Between attempts not to lose his mind from the ticklish assaults, thoughts raced through Kyle’s head about everything Joe did just to make him smile. Even if her methods were slightly violent.
"Ah... I get it!... I get it..." Kyle’s voice cracked as he began to realize his anxiety might have been an overreaction. "You... don’t have another woman."
But then Joe decided to push her luck a little and ask for more — just to be absolutely sure of his thoughts.
"And?"
"And you don’t need anyone..." Kyle hesitated, this time trying to fully convince himself, "...except me."
Joe finally relaxed and smiled softly.
Her hand mercifully retreated from his weak spots, brushing away droplets of sweat from the heavily breathing man’s forehead.
"And I want you to always remember that."
And Kyle really did remember. He’d always known it. Always seen it in her thoughts. But why was it so treacherously easy to lose confidence with this girl? Now, shame washed over Kyle, and Joe saw it in his downcast eyes.
"You want to control everything so badly, but believe me — you don’t need to. I made my choice a long, long time ago." She gently tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear and, with a light smile, kissed his brow, leaving Kyle speechless.
The blond let out a defeated exhale, merging with his already heavy breathing. For a moment, his face brightened with a relieved smile, and his eyes sparkled.
"Joe, you..."
The girl listened attentively.
"...are just a monster. How could you so cruelly..."
Tickle you? Joe almost teased him but realized her beloved character had suffered enough. The sentence ended with a full stop in the form of Kyle's puffed-up cheek, turning away in embarrassment, but not risking moving Joe off of him.
Well... After such harsh methods of persuasion, she would have to spend an impressively long time buttering up this tender soul.
I'm opening COMMISSONS slots for these options on Kofi
the reason? I have bills to pay and works to finish because I've not being so well last month, thankfully I'm feeling much much better now and I'm getting used to my new meds already!
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-PPY how do I know if you still have slots?
if you check my kofi and you can see my commissions are open, then I have slots.
-PPY can I request something else?
not for now, I need to finish the larger illustrations before getting any other time consuming work!
Hello everyone! I am so so so happy to announce that I'll be accepting commissions again *screams*
I managed to fix the situations going around and we're all good to continue ehe
You can check my ko-fi right here
Also, there has been a tiny update on the prices, so please make sure to check that out or ask me directly!
Again, thank you so so much for your endless support, everyone! You all were so so kind in your comments in my last post about me closing commissions. Thank you so so kindly for thaaaat, I was really happy ♥
I'll be reblogging this post tomorrow morning/afternoon, so please don't be surprised to see me around again!
Hi!!! Omg I love your art so much!!!! You are so talented. Keep working hard, but remind yourself to take breaks and rest. Please don't over work yourself. Drink water and eat when you need to. Anyways, idk if requests are still open, but if they are, I wanted to ask if you could maybe do anything with lee! Jinshi from Apothicary Diaries. If not, I absolutely understand and I hope you have a wonderful week!! Please rest!!❤
thank you for being so kind, literally only ate and drank when this draft was flashing before my eyes. i'm very glad you enjoy my convulsions that you call art, hope you don't mind this format!
Unbelievable, Jinshi repeated inside his head as he walked in quickened steps, ignoring the cries and pleas coming from behind. How many times did he need to talk to her about those "experiments"? What if it spread some disease in the palace?! What if she got sick?
No, he wouldn't risk it. The bad outweighed the good no matter how he looked at it.
"J-Jinshi-sama!" Maomao cried, putting up the last bits of her strength into her legs and overtaking him for the third time. Jinshi frowned as she stood in front of him with her arms open and was about to dodge, but Maomao followed him, insisting in blocking his path. "Just let me explain it!"
"Fine," Jinshi sighed, impatient, and look at the apothecary with anger burning behind his eyes, "but if you dare to try to lie to me again, I'll order the guards to burn down the whole pharmacy!"
Could he really do that? Wasn't that a too-important face to be discarded with a flick of his fingers? Maomao shook her head to dismiss those thoughts, it would be better to not put his authority at test.
"It's- it's not that poisonous," Maomao said firmly, pressing her lips into a thin like as she thought of her next words carefully. "The flower isn't toxic, just its pollen. And even so, you'd need to spend a week with your nose buried in one to start feeling the effects!"
"Isn't that exactly what you did?" Jinshi groaned, looking at the bag of flowers he had in his hand. He wasn't even sure if he could trust the apothecary at that point, but the look in her eyes made his heart swell.
"Not… necessarily," Maomao chirped, her eyes avoiding his, "but that doesn't matter! I need them to finish the recipe. Can you give them back no- ah!"
Just as she reached out to it, Jinshi pulled it away from her reach again. He looked down at her again, this time with a little more tenderness in his eyes. "What's the magic word?" He smirked and she let out a quiet groan.
"Jinshi-sama, please," she insisted, but he only swung the bag away from her hands again.
"You can do better than that, I'm sure."
Maomao whined, knowing she was running out of time. She left the mixture cooking in the pot and it would probably boil past the usable point if she wasted anymore time. She watched Jinshi jiggle the bag, waiting for her words. It was better to have him like that than angry at her, but she didn't have time for it now.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
"So? Do you want the flohoHOHO— M-Maomahaho?!"
"Give it back, Jinshi-sama, please!"
While she did ask politely, her actions went into another direction. She latched a hand on Jinshi's outstretched side and tickled him through his robes, aiming for where she guessed he would be the most sensitive at.
Like fuel to a flame, the reaction was immediate. His arm faltered and lowered, almost into her reach, while the other tried to push her hand away. "W-whahat are you d-dohoing?! Stohop, it tihihickles!"
"I'm sorry, Jinshi-sama," Maomao cried, seeing the bag just a few inches away, "but I can't play with you now!"
With a final hop, she snatched the bag from his hands and almost made him trip and fall. As they were steps apart from each other now, Maomao did one last polite bow before running back to the pharmacy. "I'm sorry, Jinshi-sama!" She yelled, not even bothering to hear his scolding, "I'll make it up for you later!!"
A/N: It's been a while since I watched the show and I wanted to write something with them, but the alcohol prompt got written before i remembered them so...
so, one thing i love noticing about Dio's skins is the variation in his claws — which can definitely be used forrrr inappropriate purposes
this once gave me an idea for a clash between him and Sieghart. the setup was that Sieghart, despite being a cocky little bastard, was dead serious about throwing down with Dio, clearly showing all his aversion toward demons. maybe Dio turns out to be stronger, but he's not actually trying to fight for real, instead, he subtly tries to break the stereotypes in Sieghart's head and show that demons are capable of "mercy" too. so Dio pins Sieghart down and punishes him, but... well, you know the ways
i was hoping that one day we could bring something like that to life in a collab, but if that doesn't happen after all, i'd absolutely love to read it in your masterful writing. plus you haven't written ticklish sieg yet 👀
and again, happy anniversary to you, you are one of the cool oases in this tumblr desert. may you be not devastated ever. love you fabinski
I want to strangle you for requesting me DioSieg arghhhhh
Thank you for stopping by and for supporting me in the long run, Val! I definitely want to make something better to collab with you and, even when you avoid me at all costs, I will make it happen some day!!
The loud metallic sound from their weapons colliding echoed across the whole place, over and over again. Their clashing was followed by gasps and grunts filled with distress and annoyance, the whole fight looking a little too serious for just a sparring session.
Dio stepped back after blocking another hit, nearly losing his footing with the impact of Sieghart's blow. Dio could feel the murderous intent behind the strike — if he hadn't blocked it, his head would probably be laying somewhere else, detached from his body by now.
This was going too far, it was getting personal at that point. "Enough, human," Dio growled, standing back on his feet. "If you wanted an actual fight, you'd have asked for one in the first place. It's a waste of time to keep this on— agh!"
"Shut it!" Sieghart hissed, seemingly more annoyed by the fact that Dio didn't consider their conflict real until now. He clenched his hands around the hilt of his sword, pressing it as hard as he could against Dio's scythe. "Get out of my sight if you can't fight me for real!"
"You—" Dio pressed his jaw shut, almost falling for the taunt like Sieghart wanted him to. No, he told himself, they agreed to call a truce until the search in The Abyss was over. He couldn't, not yet. "Know your place!" Dio yelled, using his claw to disarm Sieghart and push the immortal down to the ground.
The loud thud lifted some of the dust off the floor, both Sieghart and Dio panting quietly until everything seemed to settle around them. Dio had one of Sieghart's hands trapped under his knee and the other pinned against the ground, making sure none of them would manage to reach their weapons.
"H-hah, I knew it," Sieghart scoffed, barely managing to arch his back off the ground, "you were holding yourself back, you bastahar— aHAh?! W-whaahat are you doho— ack, s-stohop it! Gehet your hahand off meheh!"
"Oh? I didn't expect it to actually work," Dio chucked, amused as Sieghart began to thrash and writhe under his grip. After an afternoon fighting against each other, it was tickling that Sieghart struggled with? "Pathetic," Dio teased under his breath, slowly dragging his claw across Sieghart's stomach, gently tracing over the fabric of his shirt.
Sieghart kicked his feet and planted his heels on the ground, trying to push Dio off him or just move away from the tickling, but lacked the strength to do so. After all that effort, the tiredness was finally get to him — at the worst time possible. "Y-yohou ahare pathehetic! Lehet me gohoh!"
"Not until you learn to behave," Dio grinned, almost wickedly, at Sieghart. The annoyed laughter sounded much more appealing to his ears than the battle cries and threats from a while ago, why would he even let them go back to that? He had Sieghart just where he wanted. "Maybe, if you can stand this, I will fight you like you want me to, human."
This is a very self indulgent nu carnival fancomic ive been working on for a few weeks. It's a total of 44 pages which I will be posting online in 4 parts at they get finished. No schedule since this is just a personal project. Thank you for reading part 1! Things are brewing...
got a notification about your ask on my mail, opened tumlr. noticed that my post schedule got messed up and you didn't see the content i prepared. now it's corrected thanks to you
