#(< has no idea how to draw anyone unless tiny)

[carnivale-lecroux]

the window to your soul,

no-reference eye doodles,,, shaped eyes beloved...

[greg-montgomery]

any other world - prologue

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader - soulmate au

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to those who voted no on my poll: i see you and i get you 🙏🏻 i’ll try not to be frustrating and make you wait too long

also i want to thank @criminalskies and @hotchs-bitch for listening to me talk about this idea, it motivated me 🫶🏻

- 18 -

“Stop!”

“Not unless you tell me.”

“Never.”

Sticking to your word seemed impossible at that moment though, as Aaron’s hands attacked your sides, causing you to giggle in a way that made it hard to breathe.

“Okay, I give up,” you cried out. “I give up, stop.”

“Okay,” he said, and the motion of his hands turned quickly into a comforting, soothing one.

“Promise you won’t make fun?”

Aaron lowered himself on top of you and left a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. “On my life,” he said, and placed his palm over his chest.

“Alright…” You took a deep breath and continued. “Leila if it’s a girl. Jack if it’s a boy.”

Aaron had promised he wouldn’t make fun, so it sure made you feel curious as to why he had turned red from laughing.

“You liar!” You slapped his arm softly.

“No,” he rushed to defend himself, his voice muffled with laughter. “No, it’s just…Jack is the most generic name. How did you come up with that?”

“I just think it’s cute. Jack,” you said the name with a smile. “Short and cute.”

“Jack…” he repeated after you, testing it on his tongue. “Maybe you’re onto something.”

“See? I told you.”

“Jack and Leila.”

“We’re having both?” you questioned with a grin.

“Obviously.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to your body. Aaron melted on top of you in the same way he always did, as if you were his home.

You stared up at him dreamily, running your fingers through his hair; dark and full, you wished your future kids would get that part of him. His dimples, his smile, his cheeks... every part of him was perfect.

“You’re staring, tulip.”

“What? Am I not allowed to admire the future father of my kids?”

Aaron’s grin grew wider, but he didn’t let you look at it for too long, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving tiny kisses on the sensitive skin.

“I’m gonna wake up every morning before anyone else to make us all a nice breakfast.”

“Now I know that’s a lie,” he said, his lips behind your ear. “You’re always still asleep when I return from my morning runs.”

“Okay, fine. You’ll make breakfast, I’ll make dinner.”

“Deal.”

--

- 11 -

 “Stay still!”

“I am still!”

“You’re not and it’s gonna turn out all wrong. It has to be perfect.”

Aaron pouted, but followed your instructions anyway. You both wanted it to look as real as possible. Then people would think you were real soulmates already. Even if you were only eleven.

A.H. on your skin. [Y/I] on his.

Your classmates later made fun of you for them and said they looked fake. But neither of you cared. You just had to stay patient, and the marks on your wrists would turn real when it was finally time.

--

- 16 -

Tulip was an easy flower to draw as a kid. Especially when you had to draw one every day for the boy you had a crush on.

Now, as a teenager you cringed at the memory of all the drawings you used to leave on Aaron’s desk during third grade. But Aaron had never made fun of you for it. Instead he had shown you his collection of your tulip drawings. He had kept them all in a shoe box.

Just like you had kept his. And on top of the stack there was of course the most important one. The one with the “Will you be my girlfriend?” question and the ‘yes or no’ boxes underneath it.

You were both artistic as kids when it came to expressing your love for each other and it was both sweet and embarrassing.

You and Aaron had grown up together, your houses right next to each other. The memory of your first day of school with a little backpack in one hand and Aaron’s hand in your other was engraved in your brain.

Aaron was your best friend. The one who stood up for you every time a kid decided to be funny on your expense. The one who helped you with your homework when science got too hard to understand. The one you played hide and seek with and had physical fights with over board games.

But he was also the boy you had a crush on. The one that filled your stomach with butterflies every time he smiled at you. The one whose name you filled your notebook pages with along with pink glittery hearts. The one who stole your first kiss and the one you daydreamed about every night as you fell asleep.

He was your soulmate. And he thought so too.

“Is Aaron staying for dinner?” your mom yelled from downstairs, as you and Aaron studied on your bedroom floor.

“He is,” you yelled back, without even asking him. He kept running his thumb over his knuckles, which was a sign that he was stressed. There was no need for him to tell you what had happened when he had rung your doorbell earlier that day. All the screaming from the house next to yours had reached your own ears perfectly clear.

If you could, you’d hold him in your arms forever, protecting him from the world. He’d never have to go home again.

“We have tomato soup and grilled cheese, your favorite,” you whispered and he smiled at you.  

--

- 21 -

A pair of chapped lips pressed against your forehead, as your naked body was resting against Aaron’s.

“I’ve told you to put this on before bed. It’ll change your life,” you said, shifting to reach a small lip balm jar you had left on his nightstand.

Opening the little box, you dipped your ring finger in it and got some product, ready to apply it on Aaron’s lips.

Using your arm on his chest to steady yourself, you put it gently across his lips.

“My soulmate mark is about to appear in less than ten minutes and you’re worried about my chapped lips,” he joked.

“Exactly! It’s a big moment for us, and your lips need to be ready.”

“Ready for what?” he smirked.

“Shut up,” you said, and dropped your head back on his chest.

His fingers tracing patterns on your bare back made you yawn and he was quick to prevent you from falling asleep.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me.”

“I won’t,” you promised.

“Eight minutes,” he breathed.

“Eight minutes and our forever begins.”

@magical-spit

[angeliqueiguess]

Late-Night Mischief (l.dh)

014. Showstopper

w.count: 835

The store was quiet after another exhausting late-night shift, the kind of quiet that made Y/n’s doubts feel louder. Sitting on a stool behind the counter, she flipped through her notebook, its pages crammed with messy calculations and half-baked ideas. No matter how she spun the numbers, they all pointed to the same grim reality—sales weren’t cutting it, and time was running out.

Across from her, Haechan leaned lazily against the counter, crunching on a bag of chips he’d blatantly grabbed without paying.

Again.

“If this ship’s sinking,” he said through a mouthful of crumbs, “we might as well go down in flames. A real showstopper.”

Y/n didn’t even look up. “Unless your ‘showstopper’ magically triples our sales overnight, I’m not interested.”

“Wow. No faith in my vision. Hold on, though—” Haechan crumpled the chip bag and tossed it into the trash with an unnecessary amount of flair. “What if we turn this place into the late-night spot? Like, not just snacks and karaoke. Something… bigger.”

She raised an eyebrow, still skeptical. “Define ‘bigger.’”

“Picture this,” he said, leaning forward like he was about to pitch a blockbuster. “Trivia nights. Open mics. Maybe even live art shows. This city never sleeps, right? So why should we? We’ll be the go-to for students, night owls, and anyone else who’s bored at 2 a.m.”

Y/n stared at him, trying to decide if he was a genius or just ridiculous. “You’re serious?”

“As serious as I’ve ever been,” he shot back, his grin unwavering. “We don’t just sell snacks; we sell a vibe. And when people are vibing, they spend money. Simple math.”

She tapped her pen against the notebook, thinking it over. It sounded insane, maybe impossible, but also… tempting. If nothing else, it was better than doing nothing.

“Okay,” she said cautiously. “But this has to be airtight. No half-assed ideas.”

“Done,” he said, already pulling out his phone. “Just sit back and watch me work.”

Haechan was a whirlwind. Within hours, he’d mobilized his mysterious network of friends, all of whom apparently had skills perfectly suited for his wild plan. Jeno designed eye-catching flyers that got plastered all over the neighborhood. Mark ditched his usual clumsiness to help rearrange shelves and set up makeshift stages.

Jisung and Haechan tag-teamed social media, hyping the event with countdown posts and behind-the-scenes content.

Even Y/n couldn’t help but get swept up in it. She spent late nights reorganizing the store, brainstorming deals, and trying not to roll her eyes too hard at Haechan’s constant theatrics.

By the time the big night rolled around, the store looked completely different. String lights hung from the ceiling, casting a cozy glow over the aisles. One corner had been turned into a trivia zone, complete with whiteboards and markers, while another featured a tiny stage surrounded by mismatched chairs.

“Ready to make history?” Haechan asked, strolling up beside her in a sequined jacket that looked like it belonged in a 70s disco.

“I’m ready to survive the night,” Y/n replied, though she couldn’t deny the flicker of excitement creeping in.

The event kicked off with a bang. Teams huddled in the trivia corner, arguing over obscure movie quotes and TikTok trends. Local musicians performed acoustic sets, their melodies mixing with the sound of laughter and chatter. Near the front, an artist set up a live painting session, drawing a small crowd of curious onlookers.

Behind the counter, Y/n barely had a second to breathe. The steady stream of customers buying snacks, drinks, and merch was unlike anything she’d seen in months.

But the real showstopper was Haechan’s impromptu comedy routine.

“Alright, alright, here’s one,” he said, gripping the mic like he was headlining a Netflix special. “Why don’t convenience stores ever get robbed?”

The crowd leaned in, groaning in anticipation.

“Because they’re always under surveillance!”

A mix of groans, laughter, and a loud “BOOO!” followed, but Haechan basked in it all, unfazed.

Y/n shook her head, fighting back a laugh. He was insufferable, but his energy was infectious.

By the end of the night, the store was a mess—empty snack wrappers, crumpled trivia sheets, and stray markers scattered everywhere. But the cash register was bursting, and Y/n could barely believe the numbers.

“We actually did it,” she said, still holding the final tally in her hands.

“No,” Haechan said, leaning casually on the counter, his sequined jacket catching the light. “You did it. I just added a little sparkle.”

She looked at him, exhaustion giving way to genuine gratitude. “Thanks, Haechan. For everything.”

“Anytime,” he said, his voice softer than usual. Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, “Sooo… free snacks for life now, or what?”

“Don’t push it,” she shot back, though the smile stayed on her face. As they started cleaning up, Y/n couldn’t help but feel something she hadn’t in months: hope. Maybe the store wasn’t just surviving anymore. Maybe, just maybe, it was thriving.

And for the first time in a long time, so was she.

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angie’s note: haechan's ideas are chaotic... but also iconic

taglist: @thegracerammy @yewshi @haefelt @pjsteroid @kodasity @minkyuncutie @hypneosis @yukisroom97 (let me know if you'd like to be tagged in the final chapter)

[donsive]

Since this is basically my only account for my mlb hyperfixation(unless I figure put how to make seperates) here's some things I might take and give or stay to my adrien agreste.

Things that stay:

Supermodel

Is a blondie

Is kind

Is a senti

Fits beauty standards(some idiotic idea by humans bleugh)

Doesn't have many hobbies

Still becomes cat noir.

Rich af

Is in fencing and Chinese classes.

Has allergy to birds(peacock is the worst)

Still has that kuroneko plot(I wanna rename him to that for that arc.)

Still gets akumatized in what if scenarios.

Him being friends with Chloe.(now actually includes sabrina)

Being locked in hoarders land London.

Crush on ladybug.

A tiny crush on kagami

Dating kagami but breaking up

Then maybe a crush on marinette.

Pyscho papa

Gamer

Fan of jagged stone.

Being in kitty section

Being friends with nino, Luka and some of kittysection like rose

Dating marinette.

Things I'll take:

Him being openly extroverted in school.

Him also being openly nice

The kuroneko arc lasting one episode

His dad just neglecting him(yes I'm actually doing that for now)

Him being mental free.

Him having perfect eyesight.(Bro has reading contacts)

Him never actually meeting master fu.

His ugly ah outfit.

Maybe I'll take that jacket I use in most redesigns:(

Him just having green eyes(it's honestly cool af)

Idk what else

Oh right ephemeral is out the picture now adios

What I'd give:

Heterochromia - Blue eye and green eye

Some freckles and a crying mole

A birthmark on his bag

Slight Akuma mark(cuz cool idea I saw from La terruer art)

Being a Introvert.

Does like gaming and soon starts drawing after years. Then jogging

Emotional issues(anger issues the biggest)

Thinking he sees things or people in broad night and daylight(aka that fear of something being in the dark)

Fear of heights.

The kuroneko arc lasting like 2-3 episodes.

Him knowing English, Chinese, Japanese, French, German and Italian.(bilingual king)

Having huge canines.

Wears blue contacts as adrien

Wears green eyes as cat noir.

Being a bit rude(by accident)

Socially awkward

Maybe having a tiny crush on luka?...LUKA???(panic arises in adrien due to some conservative beliefs)

Kinda spoiled.

Has no self-love at all

Huge loner.

Believes Christmas Is a scheme by the government by them hearing you through secret speakers and sending someone to sneak in with advanced gadgets not known to the public and the whole idea of giving Santa food is ridiculous.

Doesn't eat much on purpose and just gives his lunches to people.

Is very indecisive and listens to anyone but mostly his father.

Lives in a luxury hotel/mansion

That's all I think

[tigerlilycorinne-fanfiction]

For the writing ask, 6, 20, or 23 for Barrissoka perhaps?🙏🙏🙏🙏 I love your works so much!!

OMG thank you for the ask!! Don't be fooled by the 4-day wait; I was indeed delighted to find it in my inbox, I'm just very disorganized.

For anyone else, here's the little prompt game this is from!

Here's Barrissoka for 20 (kiss on a scar)! I got a tiny bit carried away.

Barriss traces the lines of Ahsoka’s back with her fingertips, marveling at the humming warmth beneath Ahsoka’s skin. She traces the angled shoulder blades, the knobbly line of Ahsoka’s spine, the straight edge of her worn red top. Even though she’s never held Ahsoka, not like this, it all feels so familiar. She’s imagined doing it for so long, the path of her hands mapping Ahsoka’s skin almost fated. The fact that she saw Ahsoka for the first time in years just two days ago heightens that feeling to a new level—it seems nearly unreal, that this woman who Barriss had thought had walked out of her life forever is here, real as the cracks in the ceiling of their hotel room. 

Barriss draws her fingers along the raised, stiff skin of a scar she’s never seen before, slashing between two knobs of Ahsoka’s spine and disappearing under her top. Ahsoka must’ve gotten it in the intervening years, sometime after everything, but before now. Barriss swallows, louder than she means to, her throat clumsy, as she thinks of the separate lives they’ve been living at the same time, in the same galaxy. She allows her fingers to linger there, where scar meets cloth. 

“How did this happen?” she murmurs, relieved to hear her voice come out smooth and composed. “It looks frighteningly near-lethal.” 

Without looking at her, Ahsoka shifts slightly in their cheap, creaky bed. The scar ripples across her skin. 

Barriss has to draw her hands back, her teeth locked tight, her heartbeat wild. Ahsoka: so new, so familiar, so desperately important to her and yet so mysterious, so beautiful and yet impossible to possess. It could kill her to think about it for too long. 

“I got captured once.” Ahsoka’s voice is steady, even slightly cheerful, a tone that sends a chill down Barriss’s spine. Unless Ahsoka has changed since they last saw each other, which is surely possible, this deliberately affected cheer always characterized Ahsoka’s worst stories. “Let’s just say I had some information they wanted me to share with them, and they were pretty determined to get it.” 

Barriss feels lightheaded with horror. She wants suddenly to give Ahsoka everything, every act of love she’s capable of, to pull the memory of pain from her body. Slowly, waiting to be stopped, Barriss pushed the stretchy red fabric of Ahsoka’s top further up her back. Feeling half-insane, she leans close, her face nearly brushing Ahsoka’s lekku. She catches Ahsoka’s quick blinking, the movement of her irises. 

Barriss kisses the smooth, unblemished skin of Ahsoka’s shoulder first, light as a feather, feeling electric down to her fingertips. She can hardly believe Ahsoka doesn’t disappear under her. Craning her neck down slightly, she kisses the wrinkled scar tissue. It’s uneven under her mouth, and slightly cold, as if Ahsoka’s blood has deserted it. 

Ahsoka rolls over to gaze at Barriss, a tension in her brow, as readable as ever. Desire, apprehension, the heat of a long-held grudge. “What is this?” she asks, almost like a challenge. Her lekku falls over her shoulder as she turns, landing softly on the pillow.

Barriss doesn’t know exactly what this is—perhaps a catastrophic idea for the both of them, some sort of two-day emotional catharsis, some fucked up kind of closure on all the complicated things they mean to each other. A re-learning of Ahsoka’s strong, reckless body, her heartbeat and veins and arteries and the irresistible new length of her lekku. She only knows she’ll always regret it if she doesn’t take everything she can while it’s still in front of her. 

She gives her only honest answer. “Anything you want it to be.” 

[primalbeatsourhearts]

Some Angel!Crowley HC's

Since I can't draw, ya'll are gonna listen to me ramble for a bit. This can either be a reverse omens au or a 'Crowley Returns to Heaven' thing. Whatever works, these are just idea's that I have and they can fit into either or. (If they don't, I'll separate it specifically)

Anyways:

- I have always LOVED the idea of Crowley being Raphael theory. Even tho my fanfics tend to cater to the idea of Angel!Crowley being Lucifer, I know our Lord and Savior Neil Gaiman said he wasn't. So this AU, Crowley is the Arch-Angel Raphael. Yes, Archangel with a Captial A so he's one of the big boi's. (I'll be referring to him as Raphael from now on)

-He is the youngest of all the Archangels. Basically the baby brother but he was actually very close with them. Though he was often in his own head, which resulted in him getting into more trouble than it's worth. That's fine though, everyone is used to his shenanigan's.

-We all know Raphael loved his stars, but we never see just how much. It isn't uncommon to see him cradling a newly born star in his hands, or singing lullabies that can still be heard (not as easily anymore, the noise pollution started drowning out the celestial songs).

-Raphael is also FEIRCLY protective of his stars. He's a relatively peaceful angel, never really made for war. But holy heaven is his wrath terrifying if you ever messed with his babies. He once left Gabriel shaking in his boots and fleeing the scene after a prank went wrong.

-He is an artist by nature and really doesn't do well with desk jobs. He figured out how to sleep before sleeping was even a thing when he started getting assigned paperwork. He swears God got the idea of sleeping from him. Gabriel thinks he shouldn't be as proud of that as he is.

-Speaking of Paperwork, Raphael is absolutely dogshit at it. If he isn't falling asleep while doing it and drooling all over the papers, his handwriting is SO messy that barely anyone can read it. He himself also struggles reading all the fine print and fancy lettering because his eyes are built to handle stars and galaxies. Not little tiny words.

-Doing paperwork got so bad that Raphael had to get an angelic assistant to help him out because he hated it so bad. The assistant often followed him around, reading out the paperwork as Raphael worked on whatever project he had at the time. This worked a lot better for all parties involved.

-Raphael and Lucifer often got into a LOT of mischief. They especially loved messing with Michael and Gabriel. Though neither of them liked Sandalphon at all, so he got the brunt of a lot of their harsher pranks. Raphael became especially menacing when he heard Sanalphon talking shit about one of his newly designed Nebula's.

-Raphael was never cruel to lower angels, in fact he was often quite kind to them. However, he often didn't notice them in the first place unless he genuinely needed something. He was often lost in his own head, imagining all sorts of future projects that he could work on. He would sometimes disrupt the conversation cause he came up with something, and would just leave in the middle of talking to anyone. -Though he did this with everyone, so no one took it to heart. Though they were quite surprised when someone saw him doing it to God too.

-When he does get into a conversation however, he is surprisingly snarky. You cannot count how many times he whispered something underneath his breath during one of the Archangel meetings that left Lucifer cackling in his seat.

-Once Raphael discovered fashion, that boy LOVED it. He loves wearing pure white, and especially having gold on his attire. He says it really brings out his red hair.

-His hair is also almost always long, he really loved the feeling of it and he found brushing it became a really soothing feeling to him. Though he wears it in so many different hairstyles that you'll never see the same thing twice a week.

-Raphael invented snakes and loves them dearly. So he often has snake memorabilia, and even has a large golden snake tattoo that crawls across his body.

-Raphael's eyes are very golden, and while he mostly stays in heaven, he still very much enjoys wearing sunglasses cause he likes the way they make him look. Plus it also helps hide his eyes when he's not paying attention to something.

-In the more recent years, Raphael is still in charge for tending and carrying for the skies and stars, but there comes a point where he can only do so much. So he asked if he could work somewhere else and now helps the angels paint the sunset/sunrise. So his clothing, face, and hands are almost always covered in pain but he very loves his work.

-Raphael's office is COVERED in plants. This boy loves his plants so much that he actively takes care of them in heaven and will even visit Heaven's nursery's to help nurture the plants before they are sent down to earth to grow.

-Speaking of Raphael's office, it is also covered in actual matter. Nothing is miracled as he much prefers the actual objects then the spawned in versions. Yes, he had a hard time fitting the desk in the elevator.

-Raphael is often brimming with questions and will NOT hesitate to ask them. He would annoy Gabriel, Michael, Lucifer or anyone he could get his hands on when he asked questions. Though in return, he will never fault anyone else asking questions. He will be honest in saying he doesn't know, if he doesn't know the answer.

-(Reverse Omens) Raphael thinks Unicorns are the coolest things in the world and will spend a lot of time with them. He was devastated to find out their demise on earth after the flood, and almost raged at God for that. He held his tongue.

-Being the angel of healing, Raphael has also been tasked with helping people heal. In the war, that is mostly what he focused on. He was an artist, not a fighter. Though he focused on healing both sides because he couldn't understand why everyone was hurting each other. Suffering never made sense to him.

-Raphael loved the concept of gender, and often changes between them a lot. Then the concept of the LGBTQ came out, and he loved it even more! Even if his permanent station isn't on earth, he LOVES going to Pride Parades whenever he can.

-(Reverse Omens) How he met the demon Azira was a long time ago, after he was assigned to painting. He grew curious of earth after finishing up a Sunrise, and decided to check it out. He met Azira and at first he was wary, but the demon's kindness and willingness to anwser questions made him stick around. Especially once Azira started showing him around. -Now him and Aizra meet as much as they can, but they do have jobs and are quite busy with their work. That is until the apocolypse and it meant no more sunrises or sunsets. No more plants, or animals, or fascinating humans or kids. Raphael didn't step up, all those millenium ago when the Great War happen. He'll step up now. Especially since his stars were also in danger of falling. Though he doesn't understand why the demon is so hesitant.

-(Crowley Goes with Aziraphale AU) Raphael wasn't really what Aziraphale expected when he took Crowley up to heaven with him. He knew him only for those few precious moments he had, but he also forgot just how spacey Raphael was. How he utterly detested being in charge. How mishevious he was. How little he cared about paperwork and would rather fly off with his stars. Aziraphale didn't realize how much the angel changed when he became a demon and he found himself wanting Crowley back.

---------------- Am done for now! I may come back with a part 2 if I have more idea's but anyways I hope ya'll enjoyed the word vomit I spat onto you all :D

[boilingrain]

I forced myself to draw a little bit because it's been a while since I've drawn anything (mainly because of lack of motivation), so here's concept designs for Dovewing and Brightheart

Their designs will almost definitely change noticeably whenever it is that I draw them again, these are more of just me getting the basic ideas out and seeing what about those ideas works and what doesn't

I love Dovewing designs where she's got funky looking eyes. Some people looked at the Dovewing Eye Color Debate and decided that her eye color was "yes" and I just love that for her

I definitely knew that I wanted her to have four ears (a mutation in real cats where they'll have extra skin flaps, though that extra set of "ears" doesn't lead to any organs so they technically aren't ears. Also the way I drew it isn't really accurate to how it actually appears irl but shhh creative liberties)

Four eared Dovewing is a fun design, I think :)

While it's not something I've shown or gone into detail about yet (mostly because it's in the Po3 design post I've been making but Jayfeather is really fighting me so that post isn't finished yet), with my designs for the Three, their appearances change a little after they lose their powers in a way meant to symbolize the loss of their powers (if that makes any sense)

I didn't draw it here, but my Post-OotS Dovewing design has her ears kinda torn (something mainly from the battle against the Dark Forest), with her second set of ears (the non functional skin flaps) being almost completely gone. The two sets of ears were meant to be symbolic of her super hearing, so without that second set of ears (without her power) she's just a normal cat, y'know?

Anyways I thought it would be fun if she was a chimera and half of her face (& probably a few patches on her body) was black and the eye on that side of her face was green. To Lionblaze & Jayfeather, it would be a constant reminder of Hollyleaf and how they thought she was the third cat in the prophecy. It doesn't help that the black side of Dovewing's face is the same side that was ginger on Hollyleaf's

Here's a tiny doodle of Hollyleaf's (& Fallen Leaves but he's not important here) design that I've already shared, just so it's more clear what I'm talking about

Also her ears are super fluffy and sort of meant to look like wings and make her look a little angelic

Can you tell that I intend to go nuts with her design lol

Her final design will probably have more white spotting

I have less to say about my Brightheart design tbh

I'm proud of the torn ears, though!

Her eyes turned out a little wonky but that's not a big deal because this is a concept design

The shape of her markings will probably change a bit, but I've basically got her design down pretty clear unless I randomly decide to change something

Anyways I have a bit of a headcanon that Brightbeart used to try to hide the scarred part of her face (through various ways, such as wearing some sort of accessory that at least partially covered her face, hiding partially behind things, and not directly facing anyone) but as she grew more confident in herself, she would show more and more of her face until she eventually just stopped trying to hide her face at all

[mecchantheotaku]

so i said i might explain my voices designs and i decided now that i'm calmed down a bit that i'm gonna do that now

i know a lot of you won't be interested so i'm putting it under a cut

for hero, i designed him after the "beginner hero in a JRPG" staple. i've seen a lot of people designing him after a more experienced hero, but if you've seen his personality he does not act like anyone with experience. he's very naive. so i designed him more after a beginner. also fun fact: under that shirt he's actually decently ripped, but you can't tell unless he takes it off.

for contrarian, i decided to design him with the idea of "asymmetry" in mind. and there's no cheated angles whenever i draw him, his bangs are always drawn with the longer one on that side of his face no matter which way he's facing. the very first thing i came up with was him having heterochromia though, that was a given.

for cheated, i decided to design him with a "rough" feeling, more towards him than anything. in my hc he has notoriously bad luck, hence the tiny scars on his arms. also, his t-shirt is blocked in the image, but it says "fuck off" and he actually has several t-shirts all with different rude slogans on them.

with smitten, the design element was pretty obvious. he's the dashing prince charming to the damsel's dainty princess. he also has more detailed eyes than the others to add to the "anime" feel of that route. i was debating giving him pink elements to contrast the blue of his outfit (and because he is the fruitiest straight guy ever) but nothing i thought of looked right so i scrapped that idea.

with paranoid it's hard to really explain what i was going for, but a smart outfit that was clearly put on in a rush just made sense for him. i absolutely knew he had to be both really tall and really skinny though.

with skeptic the vibe i was going for was "noir detective" but without the hat. he's also the only voice to wear glasses because of the symbolism that comes from giving a character glasses: a tool that literally helps you see clearly.

for hunted, he absolutely had to be the smallest of the voices. i gave him huge eyes both to contrast this and because it suited his reactive personality, but now that i look at it i realise they look kind of childish on him (maybe the other voices tease him for it or something lmao). for the outfit i was going for a mix of practicality and just whatever looked right for him. plus he's barefoot because in my hc he dislikes shoes.

now come on, stubborn HAD to be big and buff. it's kind of a rule in this fandom lmao. for his clothes i went simple. the sort of clothes you'd wear at the gym. i debated giving him scars but decided against it because cheated already had that going for him. maybe he has one huge scar across his chest that's only seen if he takes his shirt off.

broken's design is honestly the one i like the least because i can never get it right. i wanted him to look like a depressed basement dweller who doesn't even bother to look after himself, but it's surprisingly hard to draw. i even wanted to give him a proper beard but i don't know how to draw them, so i just gave him a five-o-clock shadow. i am proud of what i did with his eyes though.

for opportunist i made him fashionable and quirky-looking, inspired by the hosts at host clubs in japan (which are infamous for exploiting regulars, which suits him to a tee). i also gave him a mainly purple colour scheme because purple is often seen as a powerful but devious colour. also fun fact: he very rarely stops smiling in my hc, and when he does stop smiling you know shit's gotten real.

and for cold, i went a bit literal with his name and gave him a big coat and boots for all occasions. originally his hair was going to be white but i didn't like how it looked so i made it light brown instead. his eyes were the first thing i thought of when designing him. i like designing more robotic characters with the highlights in the middle of their eyes, and that was perfect for him.

[bloggingboutburgers]

Heyo again! I wanted to say that your comics are lovely to read, Keep it up!

You don’t need to respond to this but I also want some advice from ya, its been pretty bumpy road for me on my art Journey, The good and the bad stuffs, I started drawing again in last year for almost 3 years and I have been improving my art style, I have a small but lovely followers on two social medias, I enjoy making that I love and even making my own artwork but sometimes I feel like I am not artist enough or interested enough, so I maybe ask you for some art advices? Any advice is fine but I want to do a story to draw and tell but I’m not good at writing or experience at least, I also want to start commissions if possible if anyone interested in my artworks but I don’t have a payments yet for now,

I probably search up these things but I want wanted someone who experience just before possibly

You might not understand this submitted question cuz I don’t know how to Express my thoughts and feelings if that makes sense, and you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to if this isn’t your thing, that’s all from me hope you have a good week

Hi bean! Sorry I'm replying so late! Don't worry, I think you were pretty clear in formulating your question!

I just am not sure if I'm the best person to answer or give advice on that because... I'm not that good an artist at all. I have trouble sticking to discipline, I only ever draw what I like without challenging myself too much unless I REALLY want to, and... Yeah. No wonder I'm at the tiny level I'm at in my 30s, to be honest. The only reason why my art ever gets positive reactions is because I happened to draw something that people liked enough, and even that is super dependent on timing and other factors. It's very tough to get noticed, so I've found, or if it IS easy, then I must be a bit dumb, because I haven't figured it out.

One thing that I feel HAS positively helped me a lot though, has been entering art challenges and contests, and there are plenty of those out there, which is good! If it's anything that can help me practice more towards my goals, then it's a good experience. Be it a writing challenge, a drawing challenge on a specific theme, a comic-drawing challenge or whatnot... Personally I find they always give me an opportunity to develop ideas in a way I like, and to end up with a final product which I don't necessarily always like, but which at least showcases my progress.

I really don't do commissions often because I don't need the money that much, so the extent of my experience goes to IRL stuff and iterances where someone has specifically seeked out a commission from me, so I'm also not the best at giving advice regarding commissions either TwT But if that's something you want, I'd really recommend to go for it! I set up a paypal account to receive payments when I was about your age for translation gigs, it's tough at the start but then it pretty much rolls off pretty easily, and I've only sworn by that, but I'm sure there's many other trustworthy options out there as well! (I really don't have that much experience in that sense, haha TwT)

But yeah... Also overall, I guess, no matter how hard impostor syndrome tends to hit when you're an artist, especially when you're still developing what you want to do and all, it's definitely important to actually go out there and show yourself out. Dare to say "Yeah, I make art, so I'm an artist, let me in on the artist scene." If you want to make art and show your art, overall, nobody has a right to tell you not to, or to tell you you're not an artist, no matter how much societal pressure there is against that. One's gotta have the courage to say they're an artist, or at the very least an aspiring artist, if they wanna be one, it's actually a key part of the process. (Arguably I haven't been good at it lately. I haven't put myself out there much for art gigs or challenges and whatnot. I should really go for it more.)

But yeah TwT Sorry, I feel like I've been writing a whole lot not to say that much, but I hope it's been a little helpful at least! Also from what I can see, and especially from the first years I've known you, your art already has improved a ton, so from my point of view, you're doing good! Don't give up, do your best not to be scared and to fight off that voice in you that tells you you're "not enough of an artist". And hopefully you can keep having fun drawing what you want to draw, that's super important, at the very least to me, I've kept swearing by that, whether what I like drawing is popular or not.

(PS: Listening to music and imagining situations to it and reading new comics that speak out to me are two surefire ways to get my inspiration going too, in case that helps!)

[gleppy]

Hi sheep! Its StrawberryWritezz! I have a few questions for you

1. How do you feel about fanart? :0

2. In relation to art question, can you describe what N and Uzi look like for reference?

3. Whats your writing process?

1. i LOVE fan art! i've gotten a couple of pieces of fan art inspired by tiny angels already and i've been absolutely floored by it every time. you honestly don't even have to ever ask my permission to make art inspired by my fics, all i ask is that if you're posting it somewhere you include a link to the fic.

2. nolan: 6'2, white, same curly hair as he has in canon but more of a pale blond than straight-up white, amber eyes, heart-shaped face, muscular (he's not like, ripped, but he ain't scrawny either)

uzi: 4'11, asian (japanese/mongolian), olive skin, also the same hair colour/style she has in the show, grey eyes (but a very dark grey, like, almost black), round face, freckles, blonde eyebrows (she bleaches them), slim body type. it's also mentioned a few times in the fic that she's heavily pierced and tattooed, so here's specifically what i imagine her to have -

piercings:

left eyebrow

right side of nose

septum ring

snake bites

tongue

she has a lot of piercings on her ears too but i haven't thought specifically about what she'd have so just take some creative liberties with that i guess

she used to have her nipples & belly button done too but unless you're drawing her naked it isn't really relevant lmao

tattoos:

octopus on left shoulder/upper arm

gothic cathedral sleeve on right upper arm

vampire bat across chest

laser gun on lower stomach

constellations on the top of her foot (specifically the ones for cancer, sagittarius, capricorn, and gemini - yes this will make sense later. she also gets more constellations on her other foot at some point)

deftones "white pony" album cover on forearm

a crow somewhere (i'm thinking right below the octopus maybe)

patchwork sleeve on her thigh of caps from various anime/manga she likes (eg. serial experiments lain, oyasumi punpun, neon genesis evangelion, & junji ito's uzumaki, to name a few)

the date of her and n’s wedding anniversary on her left ring finger

a really ugly poorly done stick n poke of a skull and crossbones on her wrist that she did in high school but has never gotten removed or covered up despite how shitty it is because she sees it as a part of her that tells a story

at some point after her daughter is born (since pregnant women can't get tattooed) she gets an american traditional style portrait of her late tarantula on her shoulder blade. she also gets a tattoo for her daughter buuuuut i can't say what specifically it is because #spoilerz

she probably has way more, these are just the ones i've put thought into, however most of these would probably be a complete bitch to draw so if you wanna give her different tattoos or even forgo the tattoos entirely i would not be mad LOL. n and uzi's marriage in my fic is so funny to me... a goth baddie and the most normal guy ever

3. this is a pretty vague question haha but i'll try and give a generalized answer. the number one rule i have for myself (and the biggest piece of advice i can give to other writers) is to only write when i feel like writing. the reason i've been able to update tiny angels as frequently as i have (idgaf what anyone says, 100k words in 3 months on top of grad school and a job is damn productive) is because it's a fic i feel excited about and have a lot of ideas for. on average i'm able to post a new chapter within 2-5 days, but there's also been a few incidents where it's taken me a week or two. when this happens, it doesn't always mean i've been too busy to write, it usually means i either A) didn't know what i wanted to write or B) didn't feel like writing. or both.

if i feel excited about writing something (and this could be anything, from fanfic to essays for school - yes i am that nerd who gets genuinely excited to write essays), i will shit it out in no time at all. i see a lot of posts by other fic writers about being excited to write only to then open and stare at a blank google doc for hours on end, and i can sympathize with this to an extent but can't relate to it at all, because if i'm looking forward to getting my next chapter out there, the words will literally just flow from my fingertips and onto the document. sounds cliché, but it's true. if i'm forcing myself to write when i don't actually want to, then i'm putting out something that's less than the best work i can do. at the risk of sounding selfish and ungrateful, i'd much rather keep my readers frustratedly waiting for a new chapter and have it turn out great than deliver a lackluster, mediocre chapter just because people got tired of waiting. think of it this way: if you wake up early enough in the morning, you'll have time to make yourself a nutritious, filling, and tasty breakfast. bacon cooked to perfection, eggs prepared whatever way you like them, a stack of fluffy pancakes doused in maple syrup, a bowl of fresh fruit, coffee with just the right amount of milk and sugar (or tea if that's what you prefer, or freshly squeezed orange juice if caffeine's not your thing). if you wake up late, you'll throw a slice of bread in the toaster, slap some butter on it, scarf it down and head out to work, school, or wherever it is you need to be. both options are edible, sure, but one probably sounds much more enjoyable than the other, right?

something else i do is never coming up with an excuse not to write, even if i'm in a situation where i'm typically not "supposed" to be writing. as creatives, we can't control when or where inspiration hits, and if we don't log our ideas immediately, they can leave us just as quickly as they came to us. i have these little mini-notebooks that i bring with me everywhere along with pens, so that if inspiration strikes when i don't have access to a computer, i can just physically scribble down whatever i'm thinking and transfer it to a google doc later. this especially comes in handy when i'm at work - i don't think i'm exaggerating when i say probably about half of tiny angels was written while i was on the clock, LOL.

also: i never don't proof read. proof reading is helpful for not only catching grammar, spelling, punctuation, and continuity mistakes, but making sure i'm effectively conveying whatever it is i want to convey. i can't tell you the amount of times i've re-read a chapter before publishing it and decided to throw in an extra sentence or even just an extra word because even the finest of details can make a HUGE difference in impact. it also helps me to realize if i've repeated the same word too many times in a single chapter - for example, before publishing chapter 18, i read through it and noticed that i had used the word "completely" about 5 or 6 times. so i went back and swapped out some of those instances of the word for a different word with the same meaning - something like "utterly," "definitely," "totally," "entirely," etc. now, the word "completely" only appears twice within the chapter (and it's within the same sentence, which is intentional). a varied vocabulary is so, so important!

on that note: DESCRIPTIVE LANGUAGE. SIMILES. METAPHORS. these things are your best friends. use them, but don't over-use them. not every single sentence of your fic needs to be poetic prose, there's no shame in the occasional simple "He sighs." or "She shrugs." but a total lack of poetic language isn't going to make your story memorable and it sure as hell isn't going to evoke strong emotions in your readers (which is exactly what you're trying to do as a writer). for example, take this short paragraph from chapter 18:

Jade's eyebrows twitch up briefly and her eyes flash with something that almost looks like anger, as if she can't believe her brother would dare to challenge her like this. But just as quickly as it appeared, the indignation in her expression evaporates, her face frosting over with indifference instead.

now imagine if i had written this instead:

Jade briefly looks angry, but her face quickly becomes indifferent instead.

both betray more or less the same thing - that jade is mad at nolan, but is pretending not to be by pulling a poker face. however, the first one is much more immersive, and actually gives the reader an accurate glimpse into how jade is feeling during this moment. every word i've written here was carefully cherrypicked to make a statement about jade's character. "flash", for example. what else flashes? lightning flashes. ambulance & police lights flash. flashing indicates danger. the indignation in her expression doesn't just "go away," it "evaporates." evaporation is the process of a liquid turning into a gas. gases can be toxic. jade is toxic to nolan. her face doesn't just become indifferent, it "frosts over." frost occurs in the coldest months of winter, when temperatures reach below freezing. jade's personality can absolutely be described as cold. she assumes an unfriendly, emotionless demeanour here to conceal her true feeling, which is anger - thus, the word "frost" is appropriate. that post about how "the author just meant that the curtains were blue" couldn't be further from the truth - every word that went into this line had at least some layer of intent behind it.

that was a really fucking long winded answer. i'm sorry. tldr: write whenever you feel like writing but ONLY when you feel like writing, proof read, try to avoid repetition, use poetic devices but don't abuse them.

oh, and lighting either a scented candle or some incense while i write. i have no clue why it helps, but it does. 👍

[bagelb0nes]

more creechur farmer???? (it doesn’t have to be a drawing, just lore or anything like that works, i absolutely love the idea and art!!!!)

Omg hahaha i didn't expect this many people to like my lame ass farmer (i love my child 🫶). Tbh i haven’t pieced out everything about em myself and i'm just making doodles/illustrations of em and putting them together, especially in the cryptid department. But i can tell you some of the more basic stuff and maybe some of the cryptid things that I think are not gonna change…?

Anyways here are some of the writting stuff:

TRAITS:

The farmer can speak but just doesn't cause it, well they don't want to. They do occasionally when they feel like it or when it's necessary. Otherwise they just use a notepad or sign language. 

Tends to be quite curious, like borderline dumb curious. Went inside a water cave once because they thought there might be treasures inside of it. Got dragged out by their older cousin.

Silent fucker, doesn't make any sound usually when walking to places unless they are carrying something heavy. 

Got quite strong after moving to the farm, the farmwork and construction helped them build more strength. 

Falls asleep easily in uncomfortable places. Idk why the guy is just weird.

FAMILY:

The farmer has a family back in Zuzu city and some relatives near the valley, like a couple towns away( more lore I guess? There is so much haha). I have actually made a family tree for em but it's mostly sketching and the portraits are quite old so I will need to update it at some point. 

The farmer's family consists of one sister and two moms. The farmer and the sister are not adopted. 

Baby farmers' first words were bark. 

They are only close to one of their mom’s, their sister keeps them at arm's length (no idea why) and their mother is quite strict.

POST-FARM:

The farmer is in their mid 20’s and did not go to university, the guy took one lecture and dropped out. Instead they took some courses and job hopped until they landed in Joja. They worked there for only 3 years. 

Used to volunteer in the animal shelter, quite fond of animals. Sometimes they thought they could understand them.

Very minimalist when it comes to stuff like clothes, food and activity. They keep a certain amount of clothes since they don't find it necessary to have more than what they can use. If they do get new clothes it is usually because the old ones are destroyed. 

Used to live in a tiny apartment (I mean TINY, I will make a sketch of the old apartment if i remember.) somewhat resembled a studio apartment but less picturesque. But they liked it, felt cosy to them. 

Has actually quite a lot of friends even though they never tried to socialise, the guy is often described as “magnetic”. They do have a couple close friends and usually talk to them in their free time. 

Likes pickles as a snack and collects bear related stuff. On their weekends they would go to the animal sanctuary to look at bears and eat cucumbers.

RELATIONSHIPS:

HA, this bitch cant pull. They do attract but they can't pull, horrible at socialising, just awful. 

As said before even though they absolutely suck ASS at socializing, something about them is magnetic to people. But those people are usually kept at an arm 's distance, since the farmer knows that they don't seem to really have an interest in em.

Has had a couple relationships before, mostly stiff and boring ones since they never desired anyone to THAT extent. But if they do fall they fall hard. 

Their closest relationship right now in the valley is Linus, The wizard and Evelyn. They are trying really hard to befriend others but don't know how to properly approach it besides just giving them gifts and doing tasks for them. 

Does in fact have a thing for Shane. Poor guy is going through it. 

CRYPTID RELATED:

The farmer does have avian genes from the non grandpa side of the family.

The grandpa had “relations” with a forest guardian. By relations i mean that Gramps and the forest guardian become friends after Gramps comes across the secret woods and FG was like “hey i think you are cool and a good candidate as a future holder of the valley” and gramps was like “nice” and then he gave them some hair, skin and sweat. FG mixes it and after a year the farmer's mom and other siblings are born. 

They are kind of a “fae” I guess but i don't know if they qualify as they do have some of the traits but not all?

 When the green rain happens it  causes them to forcefully transmute into their more avian form. They have no control over it, since it's a new thing to them. Their wings are usually as big if not bigger than them and they get a tail. The change is mostly painless as for the most part its natural materials around them that helps them shape it. Besides the fur and feathers that shit is coming out of them.

The aftermath of the transmutation it's usually a lot of shedding and getting their instincts in check since when it happens their senses get heightened.  

Shane has seen them in the midst of a tranz when walking back from the mines, it was one of the first times the farmer started noticing the weird stuff going on with them.

Oh yeah, they do have fangs or something similar to it, they occasionally puncture their tongue so they are unable to speak for a certain amount of time.

That's all i have so far X0

[impishsensei]

❛  we can’t keep seeing each other.  ❜ - from jogo

꒰ forbidden love sentence starters┆ not accepting ꒱

satoru  doesn't  even  know  how  he's  found  himself  in  such  a  ridiculous  predicament.  it  all  began  as  something  funny  to  pass  the  time,  but  it  all  devolved  into  a  serious  affair  incredibly  fast.  now,  he's  trapped  between  two  worlds  with  no  idea  of  how  to  resolve  this  while  remaining  unscathed.  it's  impossible  —  someone  will  get  hurt.  still,  it  is  an  inevitability  that  gojo  wants  to  avoid  at  all  costs.  

unfortunately,  even  satoru  can't  have  his  cake  and  eat  it.  jogo  is  the  one  that  brings  satoru  back  down  to  reality  one  unfortunate  evening.  the  day  was  slow,  and  he'd  been  waiting  to  hear  from  his  one-eyed  lover  for  any  news  on  some  date  plants.  sadly,  those  would  never  come  to  fruition.

❝  are  you  serious?  ❞  satoru  asks.  he  can  feel  his  chest  seize.  the  moment  the  words  pass  blue  lips,  he  feels  his  heart  fracture  and  ready  to  shatter  into  millions  of  tiny  shards.  his  nails  dig  so  deeply  into  his  palms  that  crescent-shaped  cuts  form  on  his  skin,  deep  enough  to  draw  blood.  he's  in  such  a  deep  denial,  despite  the  curse's  words  still  ringing  in  his  head. 

❝  but  i...  i  don't  want  to  stop.  why  do  you  say  that?  it's  not  like  there's  anyone  that  has  the  power  to  come  between  us...  unless...  is  there  someone  else,  googly  bear?  ❞ 

@2xcursekissed bc i know ur the one that sent me this shit... i hope you're HAPPY LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO

[nocturnalskeleton]

A Winning Lottery Number Selection Strategy

The problem with selecting lottery numbers is the fact that any regulated lottery result is by definition random, and so any 6 number selections are as likely as any other, no matter what numbers came out last week or the week before. So how can we talk about a 'Winning Lotto Strategy'? Simple - you need to pay attention to the numbers you DON'T choose!

This strange piece of advice is actually entirely logical, because with a bit of straightforward planning, you can ensure that should any of your numbers actually come up, you have minimized the chance that you will have to share the prize with other people. In other words, avoid 'obvious' lottery selections, unless you want to share the prize! By the way, can you guess what the most common lotto entry is? Yep, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6. Hard to believe, isn't it?! While these numbers are as likely as any other 6 to come up, if they did, the payout per ticket would be tiny, because so many people would be trying to claim a slice of the pie!

So here are some tips to help you make sure that your selections are unique to your ticket, and thus any prize you win will be shared with less people.

* More than 2 consecutive numbers is a no no. For example, choosing 1,2,3 or 47,48,49 will mean you are 'in play' with THOUSANDS of other lottery hopefuls.

* It is unwise to choose numbers at fixed intervals, especially when that interval is the same as on the entry slip (e.g. 1, 6, 11 etc). This is because people have a tendency to 'run down the lotto slip' if they are in a hurry.

* Many people use birthdays, so choose at least one number above 31. This will differentiate your lottery ticket from theirs.

* Same goes for dates - never enter more than 2 numbers less than or equal to 12.

* Don't choose any of last week's lotto draw numbers. You'd be surprised how many punters try this!

* Never copy anyone else's numbers - that would mean sharing any prize with at least 1 other person!

* Keep an eye on the most common and least common numbers over time - many people play these, because they do not understand that the lottery really is random. If you play them too, you will end up sharing any prize you win.

Once you've selected 6 numbers, it's a good idea to stick with 'em. They are as likely to win in any week as any other set, and imagine how you would feel if you changed them and then the next week they won! (This has happened by the way).

[riverlarking]

"Spiculus burst onto the gladiatorial scene in Pompeii. He came from the elite Neronian school in Capua, which was started by Julius Caesar and was originally called the Caesarian school until Nero came along, like the little prick he was, and renamed it after himself. Early in his professional career, Spiculus was rented out to someone in Pompeii where he lucked out at being matched with the reigning champion Aptonetus. Aptonetus was a thraex gladiator: he had a big red plume on his helmet like you imagine Roman soldiers to have, a round shield and a curved short sword. He was a free man who had chosen to train as a gladiator and was damn good at it. He had, at the time of his fight with the newcomer Spiculus, sixteen victories. Now, the Romans didn’t send rookies in with reigning champions unless the rookie had some kind of spark about him; they hated the idea of an unfair fight. It just isn’t fun or sporting or particularly interesting to watch Man City play the Renford Rejects, and when the Romans wrote about gladiatorial games, they were pretty clear on how they felt about such mismatched fights. So we can assume that Spiculus showed some promise when he was sent into this match-up, and he lived up to it. He felled the sixteen-time champion and ended his life. We know this not because anyone wrote about it, but because of a wonderful piece of graffiti. [...] This piece of graffiti shows a little stick figure of Spiculus (he’s labelled) with a giant helmet holding his sword and shield aggressively. His little legs and arms show a definite forward propulsion as he attacks. Aptonetus has fallen to the floor and is holding his sword arm aloft in a gesture of surrender. With a really remarkable dedication to the Roman cultural tic of portraying a fallen hero as holding himself up on one arm to demonstrate continued strength and honour (see the Dying Gaul statue, for example), the graffiti artist has drawn his tiny stick version of Aptonetus raising himself up on his tiny stick arm. It’s really very impressive work for a couple of lines scratched in some plaster. It is clear from the drawing that Spiculus has won the bout and Aptonetus has surrendered. But above the drawing, the anonymous artist, who once in around 60 CE stood by a house on the Via Della Fortuna, a good half-mile away from the amphitheatre where the bout had taken place, and scratched this drawing on the plaster wall, stayed for a little longer to write an inscription containing just eight Latin words (three of which are abbreviated) and a lot of information. The inscription reads: ‘Spiculus the Neronian, a beginner, defeated and killed Aptonetus, a free man with sixteen wins.’ Those words combined with the picture tell us all we need to know about the fight. Spiculus fought the champion hard and won. He drove Aptonetus to the ground and forced him to raise his finger in surrender. The fight stopped and the two men looked to the editor to decide what would happen. The crowd made their noise. Maybe we can guess from the scratched drawing that they roared for the new champion, the upstart Spiculus. Or maybe the graffiti is a memorial to the fallen hero and they cheered his valiant, quiet acceptance of his possible death."

from A Fatal Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum by Emma Southon

i was very charmed by a piece of roman graffiti i found out about today hold on

[confetticoloredclowns]

𓆩Bob Velseb x Reader HCs𓆪

Wooooo, first (official) post on this absolute garbage fire of an app. And of course it's Bob ✋💀 but is anyone really complaining? Because I'm sure not. Anyways this post was made really late at night, and there may be grammar and spelling mistakes because I'm running a fever rn- so I'm sorry 😭

CW+TW; Cannibalism, Murder, Knife mentions, Blood mentions, NSFW at the end ;)

🜲 Bob's a big guy, I think we all know this- but he's also really, really comfortable. And warm. He's the best cuddle buddy, hands down. The butcher man will often times pick you up from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck while mumbling something like "I've missed ya, sugar" after a long day of "work".

🜲 He almost always has his hands on you, even in public! He's usually got an arm wrapped around your waist, or a hand on your shoulder. Hell, sometimes he's even HOLDING you. It's really sweet, but sometimes unexpected or overwhelming.

🜲 Bob is really big on cuddles! He's either got you in his lap, or snuggled up to his side. Sometimes the big guy falls asleep on you; rather effectively trapping you in your spot until he wakes up. It's all in good nature, of course, it just means that he loves you.

🜲 PRAISE. Both giving and receiving, Bob LOVES it! Especially from you. Speaking of which, you'll usually have a "You look stunnin' t'night, sweetpea. I could just eat you up" or a "Not even angels compare to what you've got, sweetness" whispered into your ear. Bob never fails to make you blush.

🜲 Big guy is very protective. If another person is even THINKING about trying to hurt his little darlin' consider them dead in an instant. That goes for bastards trying to flirt with you, too. You're HIS and his only.

🜲 Bob's anger can get ahold of him sometimes, and it's overwhelming. But he'd never, EVER take it out on you- you mean too much to him. Most of the time he'll just leave for a few minutes, before coming back covered in blood. Sure, red stains get everywhere but it could be worse!

🜲 His knife is the same as his anger. He'd never draw it on you (unless you reeeaallllllly asked him to). Sure, he's a cannibal and all- but the idea of knowing that he hurt you? Bob doesn't like to think or even TALK about it. The idea is often shoved down with a "Hm. Interestin'. Anyhow, did ya hear 'bout the news this mornin'?"

🜲 Bob has, and will try to get you to eat "Long Pork" as he calls it. You know damn well it's human meat, and have expressed your discomfort with consuming the substance. But Bob is persistent, always saying something like "Awh, C'mon, sweetness. Just a bite? I promise it ain't all that bad. Tastes just like Pork!" And "I'll give ya some special Lovin' if ya try iiitt~"

🜲 He also really, really likes cooking for you! Any dish you can think of, he's got the skills to do it! Which often leads to him making you all your favorite meals whenever you're sick, or feeling down. Physical contact, acts of service and personal time are his love language, after all.

🜲 Bob also really enjoys giving you tiny little trinkets! Anything that be finds on his victims that he thinks you might like, he's taking. Sure the items are always a little bloody, but that can just be washed right off!

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🜲 Bob is a horny motherfucker 24/7. He's really good at hiding it, but goddamn it doesn't take much to get this man going at all. Cuddling usually always turns into him slamming his hips up into you, biting down on your shoulder just to hear those delicious little noises you make.

🜲 He has good stamina, surprisingly. He'll have you pinned down to the bed, practically cockdrunk from how many times you've came- and he's still going, fast, too. "Just one more round, sugar. I promise I'm almost done" Bob usually lasts anywhere from 3-6 rounds, only to just collapse and nearly fall asleep right on top of you.

🜲 Aftercare with Bob is always some of the sweetest moments; him cradeling you in his arms, usually humming a little tune as he peppers kisses along your face and neck. Any bruises or marks left upon your skin always end up being kissed, Bob uttering a gentle apology under his breath.

🜲 Overall, being in a relationship with this big, lovable cannibal man is wild. But in the best ways possible <3

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Since Bungou Stray Dogs season 4 is right around the corner and as a manga reader, the heights of the Hunting Dogs weighs heavier on my mind. Without official profiles of them it's hard to tell, and we can only infer based on panels we've seen.

This post has probably been done by others before but hey - let me have a crack at it.

So out of the Hunting Dogs, the height we know for a fact is Tachihara, at 176 cm (5'9). When he's standing in front of Jouno, we can clearly see Jouno is a few inches taller than him

Chapter 71

So that would have to make Jouno 6'0, right? The hats make things a little difficult.

Well... earlier in the manga, we saw Jouno standing next to Dazai -

Chapter 57

Knowing that Dazai is canonically 5'11" (181 cm), Jouno seems to be shorter. This would complicate the theory that Jouno is 6'0", because if he were, he should be taller than Dazai. It would be barely noticeable, sure, but if we add a simple red line we could see the difference.

Unless Jouno is standing somewhat away from Dazai, that could probably explain it.

The anime also complicates matters

I know I know Bones changes shit a lot - but I'm going to use this screenshot anyway

Jouno looks 5'11", or 5'10 ½.

So... continuity issue? Or perhaps, since chapter 57 was Jouno's debut, Harukawa could have simply had trouble depicting a new character. No shame in that - as an artist myself, I too change my characters when I decide I like something better. If I were to compare my first ever drawing of one of my OCs vs my latest, there would be a staggering difference.

If Jouno actually is 6'0" tall, that would mean Tecchou would have to be over 6 feet. Again, if Jouno is 6'0", that would mean that Tecchou is probably around 6'3"? When he's standing next to Jouno, we can clearly see a difference in height

Chapters 60 & 71

So Tecchou is definitely over 6'0".

Also that would have to make Fukuchi over 7'0" tall and Teruko (in her child form) at around 4'5", in my opinion. I mean look how tiny she is compared to everyone else above, and Jouno here:

Chapter 71

So yeah. Really small, but honestly what did you expect from her "child form"?

As for Teruko's adult form... I honestly have no idea. We didn't see it for long and she didn't stand next to anyone, if I'm remembering correctly. Hard to say - I'll leave that one up to personal headcanons until we get an actual confirmation. I can't really imagine her being suuuper tall, though.

With all that, my rough estimate and headcanons for the Hunting Dogs' heights (minus Tachihara, as he's canonically 5'9") would be: Teruko at 4'5" in child form (maybe even shorter?) Jouno at 6'0" Tecchou at 6'3" And, Fukuchi at over 7'0"

But hey, we won't know until Asagiri and Harukawa give us their profiles. ... Which I hope is soon, because the curiosity is killing me.

Also the shipper in me demands Suegiku height difference because IT'S CUTE. Asagiri PLEASE give them a canonical height difference, that's all I ask. Please.

... This may or may not have been a rehash of what others have said, but whatever. This is mostly for my little writer/artist brain.

Anyway, thus ends my ramble. If you have anything else to add or maybe your headcanons, don't hesitate to tell me! I would love to see it and discuss. ♡♡