warnings: SMUT, swearing, dirty talk, NSFW GIFS. porn without a plot, basically.
prompt: going into heat while living in the loft with derek being the only available alpha.
the cold loft was deserted as you laid in the middle of your bed, beads of sweat ran down your sore skin and your breathing was coming out harder than usual. you’d turned down the AC as soon as you’d woken up, the icy air doing very little to calm your raging hot skin. you had lived with derek and issac in the loft for 6 months after being turned by scott and having no where else to go; at first you thought of yourself as an inconvenience yet derek and issac constantly reassured you that you weren’t. al though they had said it many times, you still didn’t bother them with any of your problems and tried to keep to yourself in your room.
IM SUPER NERVOUS ABOUT THIS AND WILL PROBABLY REGRET IT BUT I FEEL WEIRD BEING A FACELESS MYSTERIOUS THING JUST PUTTING OUT CONTENT SO HERE’S WHAT I LOOK LIKE
anyway the long hair pics are old. my current style is the short one. tho i need to get it cut again. it’s a ridiculous mess, and i hate it. and hey that’s my dog Benjamin aka Benny. he’s a freakin dork. also i know this is like,,,, an excessive amount of selfies to post but i couldn’t choose ok let me live™
i only look masculine in like one picture & that’s lowkey upsetting but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[[ … i may be … slightly obsessed with salmon run .
let me just drop these guys down here for now bc idk what in the world i’m gonna do with em but , apparently i made a salmonid … ling … salmonling , who’s a cunning little jerk who plans on invading both inkopolis and octo valley/canyon with the other salmonid that blindly follow his orders to try and snatch some of their land for themselves . the other three chum beside him are his trusty bodyguards ! ]]
um. so i have a lot of sentiment attached to this picture, since it was maybe the first properly completed piece of art i’ve done in a few years (i know i’ve uploaded things recently, but it took a while to get this scanned). sometimes you get stuck in a rut and then a spark of inspiration comes along that kicks you up the backside until you go find your watercolour set, and for me that spark was the MBMBaM tv show, apparently. episode 2 is probably my favourite, and the scene with Mayor Williams (if i may call you Mayor Williams) is one of many many many highlights.
there’s lots of little errors that i keep picking up on (i was Extremely Rusty especially in the inking department) but mainly i’m just very proud of finishing this and i hope it makes someone smile like the show made me smile (eg. like a big goof).
i hope this is okay ;; i just woke up and was torn on what au to write so i chose one randomly and i hope it went well ;;;;
During spring days the blossom of a plethora of flowers would typically be at their peak. It was the only reason why the fresh season was an easy favorite: the new sights, excursions of nature commenced. It was also the time of year where the kingdom’s Spring festival would occur, and its purpose was to celebrate the welcome of new beginnings and upbringings. Every year you looked forward to the festival, for it was one of your favorite events held within your kingdom, and this upcoming year was to be no different.
Well, you planned for it to not be divergent than the rest. Your family had other plans they never informed you about until then.
It was a given that you were the heir to the family kingdom; you qualified to take the throne; you were of maturity. Right, during the Spring festival kingdoms would announce who the princess has chosen to marry and hold upon the weight of the kingdom with. The thought of that future requirement never rang in your mind, almost as if the day would never come—like it was nonexistent to you. But, standing amidst the thick air within the grand ballroom of your castle, you heard the words you thought you would never hear.
With an semi-familiar face standing before you, your face contorted in disgust and annoyance. It was the prince from the eastern kingdom—the section of the continent that your own kingdom had a horrible impression of. What was him and his family doing in your own sector, of all places? Then, it dawned upon you.
Word went around that prince like a wildfire, and they typically was not pretty. War stories and parades of this success would be the talk of each village—oh, and his disastrously handsome face.
Your father snapped you back to reality as you were too busy welling in your revulsion towards the prevailing prince; he called your name in a manner that made it seem like he was attempting to get your attention for aeons. With the obnoxious prince right in front of you, he probably was.
“(y/n),” your father called once more. “It is mid-summer and the springtime festival will occur the following year.”
“Oh gods…” you trailed off. Your eyes roamed the gargantuan ballroom; you searched for a distraction away from the living news before you.
“It is about time we discussed your marriage,” your father said with a breath. He puffed his chest out, high and mighty to make his authority prominent. You bit onto your tongue to hold a sour comment away, its bitterness dissipating into nothingness. You narrowed your gaze onto the looming crystal chandelier that hanged from the center, anticipating the announcement you were not able to fight back.
“This”—he held out an arm, guiding you to the noxious prince—“is Nakamoto Yuta. He will be your suitor, unannounced to the public until the spring festival.”