#Drawing muscles still freaks me out though

[wildbwills]

Maze runner actually cured me, for the longest time I only drew girls and now I actually can draw guys…thanks Newt I guess

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Op Characters Body Study

Id definately do more of these but please dont suggest anymore to do cuz then my brain will shut the idea off entirely <3

Reference Image:

design comments:

Sanji: I wanted him to mainly be in the legs, while the shoulders and arms were closer together. Compact up top, Watermelon Crushers on the bottom. i vaguely designed him with the Marathon runner from the reference image in mind. I differ from the reference in that i give him upper body muscles cuz he loves his break dancing moves and you need hella muscles for that.

Zoro: Big tits & Tank Body. Cant knock this cat over.

Sabo: This man in my eyes is a Barbie Doll. Long Legs Tiny Torso. Winx Club Sailor Moon lookin mf. In part inspired by this panel of him:

Nami: My headcanon for Nami is that when we first meet her she is very skinny and malnourished, then overtime living with the strawhats she gains weight and progressively gets chubby. I just think that Sanji always cooking her such nutritious meals and tasty sweets, and not needing to fight for herself all the time, would lead to her lovely new body type. Something, something, 'to be loved is to be changed'.

Plus, her new fighting styles isnt like "im wacking you with this stick" anymore, its more "I'm moving this stick in this direction and striking you with the lighting coming from it". That still needs muscles though so i gave her some good muscles up top :3

Artist note: i spent way to long lovingly drawing her boobs.

Ace: He's the dorito man of the universe. Broad shoulders, itty bitty waist. I modeled him after the basketball player in the reference image Alton Huston. i think that he would focus his athleticism in Jumping and Throwing (literally) punches, so it leads me to think he would build the same muscles a basketball player would.

man is 60% legs. freak. anyway,

I just like the idea of a perfect body that has been twisted by its scars.

Luffy: Brick Shithouse. Healthy mix between muscle and fat. i just wanted to make him look Really Healthy.

The majority of this design is just giving these characters body fat. i dont like the way gangly abs and tits look i love a chub. PWEEESEEE ODA GIVE ME A CHUBBY WOMAN CHARACTER PWEEEEEEEEEESE IM BEGGING YOU PWEESE PWEEESESESESESESESESSSESESES

*ahem*

anyway

i had a lot of fun drawing these, i love love love drawing anatomy and this was a good learning experience on top of that. One of the ways i drag myself out of art block is i just do art studies so this is kinda that.

thank you for coming to my ted talk <3

[gayeddieagenda]

❤️ 🎵 Number 9 if you’re still doing the prompts? thank you!! I hope you’re having a good day!

another scene prompt game! - 9: listening to the other’s heartbeat + ❤️ 🎵

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“Huh,” Buck says.

Eddie knocks his ankle against Buck’s. “What?”

“I’m not trying to freak you out,” Buck says. He has his serious face on and that, more than anything, makes Eddie squint at him, suspicious. “When was the last time you went to the doctor?”

“Buck,” Eddie says. “I had a checkup a month ago, jackass.”

“Texas doctors?” Buck says skeptically. Eddie huffs at him. Buck adjusts his grip on Eddie’s arm, pressing his index and middle fingers more firmly into Eddie’s wrist. “It’s probably nothing. It’s just, I can’t find your pulse.”

Eddie rolls his eyes up to the ceiling. “Jesus Christ, Buck!”

“I’m being serious!” Buck tries another spot on Eddie’s wrist, then another, shaking his head both times: nothing. “You should definitely have a pulse.”

“Oh, no,” Eddie says, deadpan. “What if I’m already dead?”

Six months. Eddie waited six months to see Buck in person again. Buck had made a noise like a dying animal on the phone, when they realized that he was going to be in the first hour of a 48-hour shift when Eddie and Chris got in from Texas.

Then, when Bobby asked if Eddie wanted to be scheduled for the last 24 hours of the same shift or wait four more days until his first shift back, Eddie signed on for the earlier shift without thinking twice about it. It meant not waiting a second longer to be back where he belongs—at the 118, on the job. It also meant this: seeing Buck for the first time since…since Texas, since everything, surrounded by all their coworkers.

“Don’t worry,” Buck says. “I have something else I can try.”

Buck releases Eddie’s hand. Eddie draws his arm back to his body, unconsciously reaching his other hand up to grip his wrist where Buck’s hand had been holding him a second ago.

Buck gestures at Eddie’s neck. “Can I—”

“Go ahead.”

“I don’t want to say it,” Buck said. His voice was low and frustrated through the phone. “Not like this.”

“Sorry,” Eddie said, feeling furious, feeling lightheaded. Feeling alone, in a silent Texas house three sizes too big for him. “This is it. I’m here. You’re there. If you’re pissed at me, I’d rather you just tell me.”

Buck reaches for the collar of Eddie’s turnouts. He peels back the velcro strip covering the neck, then undoes the top snaps—one, two, three. He hooks two fingers of one hand on Eddie’s chin, tilting his head back. Sets two fingers of his other hand on Eddie’s neck, just below his jaw, in the divot just behind his trachea, just in front of the muscle.

It’s stupid. Eddie’s fine. He fell down, that’s all. He was rounding a corner to get back to the engine when a kid came sprinting around the other side, running at full force. She ran headfirst into his stomach and they both went sprawling on the grass. Buck caught up to them first, checking over the kid and giving her a sticker after telling her she should consider a career in wrestling. Eddie pushed himself up from the ground, angling to sneak back to the engine and drop off his gear. Buck caught his arm, giving him a where do you think you’re going? look.

So, now they’re here. Sitting in the back of the ambulance, parked in South Pasadena at two in the morning, Chimney’s classic rock radio station still playing quietly from the front seats. The kitchen fire that called them out was put out half an hour ago, but when the upstairs neighbor cracked his door to figure out what had brought a fire truck to his driveway, his cat bolted. Chim spotted her up a tree in the backyard—literally, a cat stuck in a tree. It doesn’t get much more stereotypical than that.

Chimney’s got it handled, apparently, though it’s been twenty minutes and he and the cat are both still in the tree. Eventually, he’s going to get the cat down or some new emergency will materialize from nothing and someone will come looking for Buck and Eddie—but for now, for a minute, they’re alone.

The pads of Buck’s fingers are gentle on the side of Eddie’s neck. His hands are warm. Buck presses in, just enough pressure on Eddie’s throat for him to feel it.

He’s looking Eddie in the eye while he touches him. Eddie looks back. He takes in a slow breath, feeling his throat expand under Buck’s hand. Watches Buck blink back at him. They’re so close like this, Eddie can see where Buck missed a spot shaving just below his sideburns, where Buck’s hair dried flat to his head when he had to pull on his helmet straight out of the shower. He can see where his eyes are crinkling at the corners, like he’s trying to hold back a smile.

“Nope,” Buck says. “Still nothing.”

“Oh, no,” Eddie says dryly. “Do you need to start CPR?”

“I’m sure I can think of something else before it comes to that.”

“I’m not taking off my pants for you to check my femoral.”

“I wasn’t going to do that, Eddie. We’re at work.”

Buck takes his hand off Eddie’s neck. Eddie misses it immediately.

He backs up a little, as far as he can get in the cramped quarters of the ambulance. He rests his hands on his hips, giving Eddie an assessing look.

“I’m not pissed at you,” Buck said, voice low. “That’s why I don’t want to have this conversation now.”

“When do you want to have it?” Eddie asked. He’s angry, and he’s picking a fight, and he can’t stop himself, when this is how he gets to talk to Buck now: in broken halves of conversations, eight hundred miles away. “When you visit in six months? When Chris graduates high school in four years?”

“Come on,” Buck said. “That’s not fair.”

“Then tell me why you’re mad at me.”

“Would you like my opinion?” Eddie asks.

“Pretty sure I’m the firefighter here, thanks.”

Eddie rolls his eyes up to the ceiling. “Didn’t realize.”

“Here,” Buck says.

His hands are back on Eddie’s jacket, undoing the rest of the snaps and opening his jacket. He hooks a hand in Eddie’s suspenders, pulling lightly at them, adjusting Eddie until he’s sitting on the edge of the gurney, knees between Buck’s legs. Eddie goes easily.

Buck places a hand on Eddie’s chest, above his heart.

They’re at work, Eddie reminds himself. It’s two in the morning and it’s Pasadena, it’s the distant sound of Chimney going here, kitty-kitty, and the low hum of the radio.

Buck glances at the ambulance doors. They left them open a crack, but all they can see through the gap is the empty street, cast in yellow and red from the streetlamps and the fire engine lights. No one’s looking for them.

Buck turns back to Eddie. He leans in in one movement, replacing his hand with his ear to Eddie’s chest.

It’s awkward, kind of. The ambulance isn’t exactly roomy and Buck is folded in at a weird angle to get his face to Eddie’s chest. Eddie knows he still smells like the kitchen fire, like smoke and burnt fish and sweat. Any second, someone’s going to realize they disappeared and come barging through the ambulance doors and into this, into the tableau that is Buck leaning on Eddie’s chest.

Eddie breathes, chest rising and falling. Buck moves with it.

He was scared to see Buck again. He can admit that now, with Buck in front of him, the way he couldn’t when he was still in El Paso.

There’s a conversation they’ve been waiting to have. They started it a month ago, on the phone, Buck in his loft and Eddie in the kitchen of his rented house in El Paso. By now, Eddie’s pretty sure he’s figured out where this conversation is going to end. He knows he’s not going to find out here, in the back of an ambulance in Pasadena.

They decided, by mutual agreement, that they wouldn’t touch it until after the shift. They kept their word. Instead, Buck’s been doing…this. Messing with Eddie. Sticking close to him. Touching him, under the barest pretense of medical necessity.

It—this, them—has been an idea in Eddie’s head for so long that he started to lose track of what it was, exactly, that he was waiting for. It doesn’t feel real, that Buck could say something on the phone and a month later Eddie could be in Los Angeles again, cashing checks they wrote when they were eight hundred miles apart.

“I’m not angry with you, Eddie,” Buck said, low, into a phone speaker in Los Angeles. Into Eddie’s ear, in an empty room in El Paso. “I’m in love with you.”

Buck’s head resting on Eddie’s chest is real.

It’s right here. It’s the easiest thing in the world, for Eddie to put his hand on the back of Buck’s neck, where the soft ends of his hair curl. For him to breathe in, slow, and feel the weight of Buck leaning on him.

“Yeah,” Buck says finally. His voice is quiet in the back of his throat. Eddie can feel it in his chest. “Found it.”

[kittwix]

can you pls write hcs about the joestars s/o being a gyaru/o? like letting the reader draw eyeliner on them and stuff like that <3

Joestars with a Gyaru! Reader

Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna, Jolyne Cujoh, Johnny Joestar, Gappy Joestar, Jodio Joestar x Gender Neutral! Reader

word count: 2.1k words

tags: fluff content, for the sake of fun and whimsy.. lets pretend that Jonathan and Joseph's time period are out the window considering gyaru originated in the 70s (thanks google), established relationship for all, stand user! reader hehe

Jonathan Joestar

Your colorful clothes and carefree personality really stood you out from the others. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger on to you far longer than necessary, even after the two of you had made it official and started going steady. He wasn't one to really judge people on what they look like and their background. Regardless, he was still very sweet and supportive of your attire.

"So... what do you think? Pretty cool, right?" You smiled, a brush in hand as you looked over your shoulder at the sight of your boyfriend looming over with his arms behind his back.

"I think you look rather ravishing, my dear." He complimented, his blue eyes softening at your gaze and the corners of his lips curved to match the equal smile you had.

"Cool it, romeo.. now you're embarrassing me here." You pouted playfully, turning to look back at your reflection as you tweaked your makeup some more.

"My apologies... I can't help but admit how desireable you are." He continued, his own cheeks flushing as he takes a step forward. "Now that you're done.. I take it that we will be going out soon for our date?"

Joseph Joestar

Okay on one hand he loves it but then on the other he thinks you're kinda weird, but in a good way. He's not accustomed to Japanese fashion styles like that, it takes him a while to kinda understand what you're aiming at here and just used to how you're dressed. However, he knows a thing or two with slapping on makeup on his face (*tequila joseph hint hint*)

"Getting yourself all pretty for me, babe?" You could hear him smiling behind his words as he towered over your seated position with your back facing him. You were adjusting the makeup around your eyes, glancing between your reflection in the mirror and then at your makeup bag.

"I'm looking good for myself, not everything is about you, Jojo." You sneered, applying lipstick before letting it drop back in your makeup bag. Looking back at him, a growing smirk appeared on your face as an idea popped into your head. "Speaking of which, why don't you let me touch up on your face really quickly?"

Joseph flinched a little at this as he stared hard at the eyeliner pencil in your hand as you pointed it at him. "Get that away from me!" He teased. "And what's wrong with how I already look? Aren't you just dying to kiss my handsome face? My steel muscles? I'm the full package, baby!"

"Oh, be quiet!" You hissed at him, though it was hard to contain your own giggles after hearing him howl with laughter as he clenched on to his belly.

Jotaro Kujo

Honestly he kinda doesn't care about how you dress, though he does find it to be a bit much. Still, you were bold and thats what he liked about you and if it expresses physically into your attire then it wouldnt bother him at all. But sometimes, he hates the attention that it brings and especially for any punks that try to mess with you.

"Get lost." He spat, his baritone voice startling both you and the dude who was mocking you from afar.

"O-or what? Gonna beat me up?? Y'know that's like a crime right? Don't think I can't report you and your freak of a nature slut." The guy continued, but it was obvious that he was intimidated by him. Those were the wrong choice of words and in a blink of an eye, the guy was bruised up and slammed into the nearest wall.

"Holy shit..!" Your eyes widened as he leaned back a bit in shock, like a cat with its fur standing up. "Wasn't that a bit much?" You asked, still you couldn't help but take your phone out with a charm dangling at the end as you took a quick photo of this.

"That asshole was running his damn mouth for too long." Jotaro reiterated, turning his back to face you. "Besides.. how fucking stupid do you think I am for letting him bad mouth you like that.."

You nearly choked on your own spit at his words. It meant a lot coming from him and honestly, you'd be lying if you said it didnt make you wanna giggle and kick your feet.

"Aww.. going soft on me now, Kujo?" You teased and he simply sighed and muttered 'Good Grief'.

Josuke Higashikata

He loves it so much and he will 100% let you do some of the makeup on him as well. He's the type of guy that would want to try and get into the kind of things you're into and that includes dressing up a bit. Might've convinced him to dress up next time you see him at school and when he shows up, it's definitely a shock for everyone.

"Josuke..?" Koichi was the first to call out to him in question, his eyes were wide and he was a bit speechless. Yukako stood by him as well, though she glanced between you and Josuke before quickly connecting the dots here.

On the other hand, Okuyasu burst into a fit of laughter as he pointed at his best friend. "What the fuck are you wearing?! You look stupid!" He roared as he clenched on to his belly.

Josuke stood there with a blush on his face as his friends continue to tease and question him about his appearance. "Say whatever you want, but I wanted to try something new." He scoffed at this before making eye contact with you in which you could only smirk back at him. "I think you look really cute!" You chimed in, hooking your arms around his and walked to his side. Despite the playful comments his friends were giving him, he still managed to smile knowing that he made you happy.

Giorno Giovanna

It's the first thing he notices and he'd be lying if he said you weren't eye candy. He doesn't hold much opinions to what you look like per say, but you've discovered part of him that's got an eye for fashion whether it's intentional or not.

"Long and colorful nails suit your eyes, Cara." He would say, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips to graze your skin. "I think you should go with purple next time instead of blue."

"Eh..? You think so?" You were a bit stunned to be getting suggestions from him, he was the last person you'd expect to really care. "Geez, Giorno... didn't think you'd pay that much attention."

"Of course I would." He answered back, still holding on to your hands gently. "Who do you take me for?" He continued to tease. You felt like your head was about to melt and explode from how hot it was getting. Hearing him talk so sweetly with that voice of his made your heart jump.

"So.. you like it?" You asked.

"I like you. Whatever you wear will only highlight what I already adore." And that was the nail on the coffin and now you have melted under his hands. He knew exactly what he was doing and goddammit was it working.

Jolyne Cujoh

She loves it. Thinks you're really cool and honestly she wouldn't mind trying it herself to match with you. Would let you paint her nails, do some light makeup and then take pictures together.

She did a double take when she saw you walking in with your full attire. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in shock. She didn't expect to see you dress down like that but she digs it.

"Am I seeing things? You look so freakin' cool..!" She gushed, already admiring down to your nails and your hair and even the makeup.

"Now I feel like I look normal in comparison to you." She chuckled sheepishly but you placed your hands on her shoulders and gave her a few pats.

"Now, now, Jolyne! Tell ya what, you come shoppin' with me tomorrow and I'll get you all dolled up like me!" You chirped happily in which she felt her own cheeks flush at this as she averted her gaze.

"Alright, fine... at least I get to spend some time with you." She muttered bashfully.

Johnny Joestar

Thinks that it's a bit much, though he admires your bold decisions to dress in that way. Honestly, if you catch him staring at you funny, he might even find it to be weirdly hot and he'll be bashful when you point it out to him.

He blinked for a moment, staring at your clothes. You caught the way he kept staring without saying anything so you turned your head to face him and placed your hands on your hips with a scoffed expression.

"You're staring.." You narrowed your eyes at him as you pouted.

"Did a glitter bomb go off on you..? You look like a walking disco ball." He blurted out.

"You don't like it?" You questioned as you took another look at yourself in the reflection of your outfit but he was quick to correct himself given at how upset you had gotten.

"N-no..! I didn't mean it like that. I actually kinda like it." He muttered, though he was avoiding eye contact with you which only made you smirk when you pointed it out. "Don't get any ideas..."

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

A bit confused by your appearance but he seems really interested regardless. Thinks its easier to find or spot you in case he gets lost or when you're in a big crowd.

"Eh..? Is that you?" You hear him ask as he tilts his head to the side a bit. He likes from just how bouncy your hair is and how colorful your nails are. "What's with the look?"

"What's the matter? Not liking it? I wanted to go all out today." You explained, fetching a mirror in your bag to take a look at your reflection.

"Not bad. Just... cute." He stared some more as you approached him slowly with your hands behind your back and an innocent smile on your face. He looked at you curiously. "What?"

"You're still staring.." You pointed out in which he blinked in response before scratching the back of his neck.

"Is that a bad thing? You're so cute, it's hard to look away when you're so loud." He admitted with a little smile in which you giggled back in response ans pressed a little kiss to his cheek.

Jodio Joestar

He's into it, draws the attention and with attentiom equals dollar signs. At least thats the logic he tells himself. He's also just pretty chill with most things you do and that includes whatever you wear, no matter how eccentric or boring. Plus when he gets the money, he'd wanna spoil you.

Jodio's lounging in a beachside cafe in O'ahu, leaning back in his chair as he sipped his cool beaverage and enjoyed the sun shining down on his skin.

"Joooodiooo..!" You called out to him and ran to where he was seated as you wrapped your arms behind his shoulders. "You promised that you'd come hang out with me when you're done with your 'business deal'! I see you relaxing here, you're not so slick!"

"It wasn't a business deal." Jodio answered, leaning in to your touch as he kept his eyes closed as he sunbathed. "But, now that you're here.." He trails off, taking one of your hands in his own before turning his chin up to face you. "Let's hang out now."

"Yeah right... and then you'll ditch me again for some quick cash!" You pouted.

"Profit is profit and think about it," He started as he pats the spot next to him and you quietly sat right by him. "With that extra cash, maybe I'll slide you a few benjamins to treat yourself to something nice. Maybe something for that bouncy hair you got."

"Now that's just wishful thinking.. if only we were rich." You frowned playfully and he laughed at this before wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"Just you wait, babe."

fin

masterlist <3

[belit0]

How would the Senju and Uchiha brothers react to their little daughter being courted by the enemy's son? I mean, if Tobirama's son asked Izuna's daughter out, I feel like they'd freak out. If you don't understand me, ignore me. I'm still not very good at English :/

JASHDKAHSDKJ CHAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS

Tobirama and Izuna

The air in the room is thick, like the tension before a storm. Tobirama stands rigid, arms crossed over his chest, eyes locked on his son as if he could disintegrate him with a look alone. Across the room, Izuna is seated, but his posture is anything but relaxed—his fingers drum impatiently against his knee, eyes sharp and unreadable as he glares at the boy who had the audacity to court his daughter.

Madara, standing beside his brother, is less restrained. His presence is volcanic, his expression a mask of disdain as he tilts his head ever so slightly, voice slow and laced with danger.

-Say that again.

Tobirama’s son swallows but stands his ground. He bows respectfully, though his spine is tense. -I wish to court your daughter.-

Izuna leans forward, lips twitching into something that is neither a smile nor a frown. -Do you?- He hums, shifting his gaze to Tobirama. -What is it with your clan and wanting things they shouldn’t have?-

Tobirama exhales through his nose, his expression unreadable, but the flicker of his fingers betrays his irritation.

-This isn’t about the clan.- His voice is clipped, controlled. -This is about them.-

Madara lets out a sharp, incredulous laugh, shaking his head. -You expect us to accept this?-

Izuna’s gaze is no longer amused. It is dark, calculating. -I don’t recall saying I would.-

His daughter fidgets slightly but doesn’t cower, her hand curling into a loose fist over the fabric of her sleeve. -Father, I—

Izuna raises a hand, silencing her. His gaze is still on Tobirama’s son, assessing. -If you truly want this, then prove it. We don’t offer trust freely, and I will not hand my daughter over to a Senju boy without seeing what you’re made of.-

Madara scoffs. -He won’t last a week.-

Tobirama’s son straightens his shoulders. -Then test me.-

For the first time since entering the room, Tobirama’s lips press into something resembling a smirk. Just a flicker. His son is a fool, perhaps, but at least he is his fool.

Izuna leans back into his seat, eyes glinting. -Very well. Let’s see if you’re worth even a second of her time.-

His daughter sighs. It was going to be a long battle.

Hashirama and Madara

Unlike the suffocating silence in Tobirama and Izuna’s confrontation, this room is chaos.

-What a wonderful day! This is exactly what I dreamed of!- Hashirama booms, clapping his son on the back so hard the boy nearly stumbles forward. -Uchiha and Senju, together at last! Ah, young love is truly a beautiful thing!-

Madara looks like he might strangle him. His eyes, dark and unreadable, burn with restrained fury, a muscle in his jaw ticking violently. His daughter, standing beside him, is composed—perhaps too composed—as if she knows this situation is seconds away from erupting.

-You’re telling me— Madara’s voice is slow, like the draw of a blade before the kill -that your spawn wants to court my daughter?-

Hashirama beams. -Yes!-

Tobirama groans, rubbing his temples. -For the love of—brother, think before you speak.-

Madara’s gaze swings to his daughter, sharp and piercing. -You allowed this?-

She meets his eyes evenly. -It was not without consideration.-

That does not help.

Madara exhales, closing his eyes for a fraction of a second before turning to Hashirama’s son. His voice is deceptively calm. -Do you value your life?-

Hashirama’s son, to his credit, doesn’t falter. -I do.-

Madara leans forward. -Then take this as your only warning—step out of line once, and I will personally end you.-

-Madara! No killing the suitor!- Hashirama whines.

Madara shoots him a deadly glare. -Say one more word, and I will personally end you.-

His daughter, standing beside him, sighs. She had a feeling this was only the beginning.

[ven0moir]

Will's s5 arc as per the newer leaks

goddamn it. I was already theorizing that Will's actions are going to be subconsciously manipulated by Vecna, and these statements are very congruent with that idea.

this person also 'debunked' Bychance ( though the way i see bychance, it's not meant to be a long-term or endgame plotline where Will and him are portrayed all lovey-dovey, and this person being vague about 'some aspects' being right also kind of makes me raise by eyebrow. ) so for now, i'll carry on with bychance bc as is, it is what makes sense to me.

however, this aside, i'm not fully on board with trusting leakers whether i like what they're saying or not until i see the show with my own two eyes ( or official things such as teasers, trailers, etc ) because these CAN be inferred ( like i did ) if you have a decent understanding of the show.

in fact, upon a rewatch of S4EP4 i noticed some 'parallels' between Viktor Creel and Will--as in, both of them being The First Survivors of Vecna in their own right.

( adding my own quick drawing here bc i literally thought of this by the mention of 'snappy dialogue' in the leaks )

but let's say both this person and i are correct--then yeah, will is going to be in need of some type of coping mechanism, ( and the chances of it being unhealthy are high, since I REALLY doubt the show will picture him going to therapy and it actually helping him, or doing other stuff like meditation, journaling, etc. not to mention i don't think he'll be drawing this time like i explained in this post )

if he just pushes on putting this amount of weight onto himself without anyone intervening or even knowing how to help ( like the bit about the birds suggests ), he'll drive himself straight into vecna's arms. as a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure that's what Vecna is expecting. he won't have to move a muscle when it comes to Will, not really.

and i fucking HATE the goddamn implication of vecna needing will for something still bc the mental picture i get is really freaking violent and wish i could delete it from my subconscious. the leaker mentioned something with fire. and it can be fire or whatever it is but i get the feeling it has something to do with causing will extreme pain. ugh.

so a bychance arc ( or whoever, honestly. atp just give my boy SOMETHING to help alleviate the weight he's carrying ) feels fitting to me as some sort of 'training' for his self-worth and whatnot as he faces off against vecna.

its so frustrating knowing i have 0 control over my favorite character's destiny and it is stressing me out so bad i'm going to need therapy myself by the end of this. ugh

but still, im staying strong on my stance about bychance until the Actual Show comes out.

[foureyedfella]

☆ Decided to pump out some more secondary characters (sorry super punch out nation, but if I'm being for real these 2 hold a lot of weight in the story so hey they might as well be main characters :,D)

☆ Drawing these made me appreciate Rick Bruiser a lot more I love the guy 😁 (still hate masked muscle though, sorry masked muscle enjoyers 😞 he's growing on me a little but but I have personal beef)

☆ I'll probably revisit Masked Muscle because I think he has pretty curly hair but he just slicks it back with like freaking grease so that it fits in his mask more without being annoying

[stirthewaters]

Too Sharp to Touch pt.2

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Language

Summary: After your fight last week you've been sentenced to community service in Jericho, and you take a break at the Weathervane for some peace and quiet

Pairing: Wednesday x Reader

“This stinks,” you muttered to yourself as you pulled a discarded paper cup from the sidewalk and placed it into your bag. 

After your so called ‘dogfight’ a week before, you’d been sentenced by Weems to go out and do some community service in Jericho. On a Saturday. So unfair. So while you could’ve been drawing with Xavier and Eugene in the shed, instead you were stuck outside in the unusually hot September sun, picking up bits of trash, surrounded by normies, a few of those who’d give you dirty looks as they passed.

It wasn’t the act of simply cleaning up discarded trash and whatnot that bothered you; it was the fact that it was boring, hot, and unfair. Since when did a little fight deserve this cruel of a punishment? And on a Saturday? That was just cruel. 

Grunting slightly, you moved your trash bag over to your right shoulder, kneeling slightly to grab a broken plastic spoon from a crack in the sidewalk. This punishment was stupid; there was barely any trash anyway. You’d been out here for nearly an hour and a half and yet your bag was barely half-full; was Weems just trying to make you suffer? Deep down you knew of course she wasn’t, but still. It felt good to complain about something while you were forced to endure this.

Your muscles still felt uncomfortably tight from your fight. Sure, you had given the other guy a pretty good whooping but even you couldn’t deny that he had beat the shit out of you; your bruise lingered on your cheekbone and jaw, and every time you moved too sharply your side ached. You could definitely go for a nice cool shower right now, but no. Today was not a good day. 

Maybe Wednesday was right though. You weren’t the best at fighting, especially for a werewolf, which was pretty odd even to you. Sure, you could throw a decent punch, but couldn’t anyone? You wouldn’t admit it to her but you wished you were as good at fighting as Wednesday was.

Every time you thought of that fight you remembered the feeling of her eyes on you, examining you, thoughts and focus only on you.

It made that little bit of fur on the back of your neck rise and tingle, embarrassingly enough. 

You were walking by Uriah’s Heap when you heard the bell at the door signaling someone exiting the shop, and you briefly glanced over your shoulder to see a young-aged man in a plaid button up with a gun slung over his shoulder exit the store. Eyebrows furling in slight disgust, you started to move on, trying to hustle away from him, but you weren’t fast enough and felt a hand clamp on your shoulder, followed by his voice

“Hey, you’re that Lyall kid, right?”

Eyes rolling with a little bit of disgust, without even looking behind you, you muttered, “you’ve got the wrong person,” stepping forward and away, but the man hurried to catch up beside you.

“No, no, I’ve seen you before, I swear.” The man’s eyes narrowed in concentration. “Aren’t you some kinda wolf freak?”

You started walking faster, getting irritated; you needed to control yourself or you were going to get into another fight and get punished even worse.

“I’m not supposed to be talking to people right now, okay?”

Completely ignoring what you had just said, the man walked alongside you, tone prodding you for information.

“You know, I’ve heard some pretty wild shit about you,” he grinned, showing a single gold tooth replacing one of his canines. “Aren’t you rolled up in that weird-ass school, Nevermore?”

Not wanting to seem rude, you just stared straight ahead as you walked, muttering, “yes.”

The man smiled, seeming pleased to get some sort of information out of you. “So what are you doing all the way in Vermont instead of in New Hampshire? With your daddy?”

“This school fits me better,” you responded stiffly, rolling your eyes again.

“What, because you’re a freak?”

Clearly this man was just trying to provoke you. And, annoyingly, it was working. You could feel that familiar bubble in your chest that made you want to get mad. Punch someone. Especially him. Yet, you knew that if Weems heard about you beating up a normie in town, your punishment would surely be so much worse.The man continued to pester you as you passed the antique shop, your eyes flickering to the gun strapped over his neck as you muttered, ready to be out of this conversation, “look, I gotta go.”

Without waiting for his response, you turned sharply and crossed the street, garbage bag thumping repeatedly against your back. Skirting around a parked car, you paused on the sidewalk, looking over at the man on the other side of the road, wondering if he was planning on following you. Relief flooded you and your stiff posture disappeared as you watched the man turn the corner and disappear.

Still a little on edge, you noticed that now you were right in front of the Weathervane. Hesitating, you debated your options. It was hot, you’d already been out there for a while, and you had to admit that what little trash there had been around town was now safely tucked in your bag. Surely you deserved a break at least? 

You let out a long exhale of relief as you entered the shop, the air conditioning soothing your sore muscles from bending over all morning. The smell of coffee grounds was particularly strong and you felt yourself untense further as your fear started to melt. You headed for the counter, and then stopped short, immediately recognizing a familiar goth seated in one of the booths in the corner, eyes focused on a book in her hand as her mug sat beside her, seemingly untouched.

It took you a moment to pull your eyes away from Wednesday before you walked over to the counter, ordering yourself a hot chocolate as you let your bag drop to the floor. Pulling off your tight latex gloves, those of which you shoved in your pocket, you paid for your hot chocolate, thanking the kid working there, and headed straight for the table in the back.

When you approached her, you watched as Wednesday’s eyes didn’t move from what she was working on as she spoke. “Done already?”

“I should be,” you huffed, taking a sip of the hot chocolate. “It’s too damn hot.”

The raven raised an eyebrow, narrowing her eyes. “So you’re not done.”

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head, “I’ve been working for like three hours; it’s a cruel punishment.”

“Lucky you,” she muttered, turning back to her work as she spoke, writing a little bit more. Without asking, you slid into the booth opposite her, not noticing her turn on the page faltering slightly as you did so, adjusting yourself comfortably as you placed your hot chocolate down.

Not feeling much of a need to say anything, you just stayed silent, laying against the cool cushioned padding of the booth and taking a well deserved break, the sound of customers murmuring, coffee cups clinking, and the turning of pages doing well to add to the comfortable atmosphere.

You two both sat there in silence; Wednesday never once speaking as she worked, you relaxing with your eyes half closed, not noticing the raven’s eyes flicking up to observe you every now and then. 

It was the most peace you had gotten the whole week and it felt good.

And you couldn’t deny that you were maybe watching Wednesday too. You weren’t being creepy at all, but you were just always drawn to those dark brown eyes, always filled with focus and concentration, and the sea of freckles dotting her cheeks. The way she read every single line as if she truly wanted to understand it; how she took notes every now and then, muttering under her breath as she did so. Hadn’t you ever called her pretty before? Because she definitely was.

The silence lulled on until it was broken by the ringing of the bell to the entrance of the shop, you turning your head to see Enid followed by Yoko enter; as the blonde spotted you and Wednesday, immediately that stupid grin came over her face; the one that you knew too well; she was up to something.

You rolled your eyes and turned away, returning to drinking peacefully and reluctantly realizing that this peace wasn’t going to last as long as you hoped.

You heard the sound of Enid skipping over to where you and Wednesday were sitting as Yoko approached the counter, with a cheerful “hiya, Willa! Didn’t know that when you left this morning you were going out for coffee with Y/N?” The blonde waggled her eyebrows suggestively, a smirk on her face as she looked between you two. Oh, she was so dead.

You had to bite down a smirk of your own as you saw Wednesday stiffen even more than she usually was, slowly looking up from her book to glare at Enid. Oh, if looks could kill the blonde would be six feet under right now, although both you and Enid knew that she’d never follow through on any threats she might make. 

“I’m merely reading. I had no intention on Y/N being here, nor is this any form of…” - the raven paused, her eyes scrunching up slightly in disdain as she refused to say the word - “affectionate interaction. Y/N was fulfilling her assigned punishment and happened to interrupt me.”

This time you actually smirked when you saw Enid’s smug smile disappear and you stuck your tongue out at her, though that promptly resulted in you catching an elbow thrown into your side, you letting out an ‘oof’, and doubling over as Wednesday smirked slightly.

“You’re skimping out on your service?” Enid asked, tilting her head slightly in exasperation. “If Weems catches you…”

You cut her off, “even if she does find out, she’s got a soft spot for me. At the least I’ll get a detention. Simple.”

You heard Wednesday scoff softly, though she stayed silent otherwise.

Yoko shortly returned, with two drinks in hand, giving one to Enid. You watched as through her shades the vampire’s eyes studied both you and Wednesday, a tiny smirk appearing on her face, eyebrow raising slightly as she glanced between you two. Nodding once at the raven, who didn’t respond, as well as you, she gave Enid a little nudge on the shoulder. “Come on, E, let’s give ‘em some space.”

You watched as Enid gave you and Wednesday a wave goodbye, the latter of which met both Yoko and Enid with a glare that could’ve easily frightened any grown man. Both Enid and Yoko exited, leaving you and Wednesday alone.

“Idiots”, she muttered under her breath, eyebrows furrowed in slight annoyance. You chuckled softly and leaned back in the booth, resuming your own little trance of being comfortably aware of everything around you, your sensitive hearing picking up every single noise. The clinking of coffee cups. The sound of the machine whirring and hissing every now and then. The turning of pages. Soft murmurs of conversation. 

It almost made you forget about the conversation you’d had earlier with that man.

It was after another good thirty minutes that you glanced down at your phone as it pinged, receiving a text from Weems notifying you that she would be picking you up in estimately thirty minutes.

Which meant that you had to leave. 

Damnit.

Sliding out of the booth, you glanced at your phone and then at the door, sighing with disappointment as you grabbed your hot chocolate and downed the rest of it easily. You noticed how Wednesday’s eyes briefly flicked up to you as you started pulling your gloves on. “Going to complete your procrastinated duties?”

You nodded grimly with a small sigh, “I’m sure as hell not getting another detention this week.”

She hummed ever so softly, eyes falling back to her paper as she deadpanned, “if your behavior isn’t corrected than you surely will be.”

You didn’t even hesitate to give her a small kick to the shin, which was met with a harder one to yours in response, you groaning “don’t be a dick.”

Finishing with pulling your gloves on, you rubbed your sore shin with a grimace, shooting her a dirty look, though you had to look away to stop yourself from laughing, rolling your eyes at her smirk. You walked backwards with your bag, sticking your tongue out at her, causing her to roll her own eyes in response and return to her book as you exited the cafe, a grin on your face and the heat of the sun on your back not as prominent in your mind as it was before.

In your mind, you could still hear her turning the pages

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pt.3 here!

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

once again, congratulations on 1k, I'm so happy for you homie :)

I have a request: X 🧜🏻‍♂️🥵 and I'll leave the 4th option up to you

Listen, if this is your attempt at getting me to write porn involving Steve’s fishy parts ... you've succeeded. Happy mermay! 🧜‍♂️

Full of surprises

Rated: E

Words: 999

Tags: Mer!Steve Harrington; established relationship; explicit sexual content; explicit descriptions of mermaid anatomy

Notes: Shoutout to that one nonny who asked me if Eddie was gonna fuck the merussy in Just add water. (I opened that ask in a work meeting. I've never been so proud of my poker face.) Well, he never got to in the original story. We're fixing this now.

To say that Eddie's utterly obsessed with his boyfriend would be an understatement. 

What's not to love? Steve is sweet, handsome, has a delightfully snarky sense of humor, and he drives Eddie absolutely fucking insane. 

What he loves most of all, Eddie thinks, while Steve presses sun-warmed lips to his wet skin, chasing the droplets on his throat and chest with kisses, is that Steve’s just as head over heels for him. 

Even though head over tail fin might be more correct just now. 

It started out as just another summer night by the lake. Only the two of them, surrounded by a myriad of twinkling candles (that's another thing about Steve, he's a hopeless sap). As often, their romantic date soon escalated into mock-bickering and a heated wrestling-slash-makeout session. At least they remembered to take off their clothes before they went tumbling into the water. Steve has lost one too many pairs of pants to their spontaneous forays into the lake. 

Steve's legs last just long enough to launch himself at Eddie in a flying tackle, and then they both go down in a flurry of water and flailing limbs and glistening scales. 

They end up in the shallow water, hidden by the onset of darkness and the low-hanging branches of the trees.

They've never done this before, Eddie realizes as he slips his tongue past Steve's lips, drawing the first moans from them. Not like this. Sure, he has taken his sweet time mapping Steve's body with his lips and hands, has familiarized himself with the feel of golden skin and shiny scales, the lines where the two melt into each other. Has stroked his fingers from the base of those magnificent fins all the way to their edges and reveled in the sighs and shudders it gets him. 

But they’ve never done it in the water before. Steve has always made sure to get them back to land, where they could wait until his legs returned - naked and still glistening from the water, and beautifully eager to part under Eddie’s touch. 

Today, Steve seems to have no such plans, if the way he wraps his fins around Eddie’s legs to draw him closer is anything to go by. Or the way his hands stray deeper.

“W-wait,” Eddie manages to say, “Don't you wanna-” 

Steve does not wanna, evidently, because he lets out a growl, cupping Eddie’s naked ass in a deliciously firm hold and slotting their bodies together in the water. A while ago, when he first learned about Steve’s fishy little secret, Eddie would’ve probably freaked out now - unsure what to do with the foreign shape of the tail slipping between his naked thighs, where to put his hands. 

Now though, he traces the shape of Steve’s fins with his thumbs and licks his way back into that warm, wet mouth, drinking down the answering moan it gets him. Steve sucks on his tongue and rolls his hips - one long, powerful ripple of those incredible muscles. Eddie meets him halfway, pleasure pooling warm and tight in his belly, and grinds himself down on the tail, half-hard against Steve’s body already-

-and then he stops. 

“Hold on a sec,” he mutters. “What's this?” 

Because there's … something on Steve's tail he didn’t notice before. The slightest of dips where there should be only smooth scales, right where his cock would be if he was human-shaped. It’s kind of difficult to make out in the water and the hazy candlelight, and what can Eddie say? Impulse control is hard for him. Of course he needs to reach out and touch. 

Steve makes a punched-out sound and jerks so hard Eddie almost topples off him. 

“Careful,” he hisses. “It's sensitive.” 

“It's sensitive?” Eddie parrots, still unable to take his hand off the spot. He goes gentler, though, pressing down on it slightly. His fingers slip inside, and he gasps in surprise at the slick, tight heat that engulfs them. Steve gasps, too, but not from surprise. “What is it?” 

Steve scowls at him - or tries to. He has flushed a dark, delicious shade of pink and his eyes are glassy. His breath is coming in ragged little puffs. He is, Eddie realizes, almost painfully aroused. The thought makes something warm and urgent tingle in his own blood. 

“What do you think it is?” Steve retaliates, even as his hips twitch and his fins flutter excitedly. “Did you think I was, like, sex-less when I'm like this or what? I told you I had … parts, they're just a bit different.” 

“Well, excuse me,” Eddie blurts. His flush is trying to compete with Steve's now. “I like your other parts just fine, so I never really put a lot of thought into it.” 

Somewhere around the middle of his frantic string of words, Steve's expression shifts. 

“Oh?” he hums, and rolls his hips again, taking Eddie’s fingers deeper. Eddie can feel how he clenches around them, and his cock gives a needy little throb in response. “Any thoughts now?” 

“Many,” he rasps, “So many thoughts, none of them sex-less.” 

He curls his fingers experimentally, and Steve makes a noise he's never heard from him before. Primal and desperate and positively wrecked. Eddie’s mouth twitches into a sly smile of his own. 

“Why, fish boy,” he purrs against Steve’s lips, starting to slowly pump his fingers in and out. “You've never done this before, have you?” 

Steve whines and shudders under his touch, nails digging into Eddie’s shoulders. 

“Of course not, what d’you think? You're the first I've ever- Shit, there's only you, Eds. Only you.” 

And damn, how's a guy supposed to stay calm in the face of that confession? 

“Well then,” he murmurs, brushing back Steve's hair so that he can kiss the tiny patch of scales on his temple. “I guess we're both in for some interesting discoveries.” 

That's another great thing about having Steve Harrington for a boyfriend. He never stops surprising you. 

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[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

hi abi! hope you're doing good! since I'm curious, I wanted to ask for a prompt with number 100 from your wrapped!

(what was that one song that just barely made it onto your most listened to list? 👀)

And I am freaking out in the middle of the street With the complete conviction of someone who's never had anything actually really bad happen to them But I am committed now to the feeling Choreomania by Florence + the Machine

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“Shit.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god. James!”

The voices sound distant, warped, like echoes trapped in a seashell. He used to press them to his ear on the beach as a kid, listening to the rush of waves with his mum and dad. Sandbanks. He hasn’t been there in years.

“Sirius!” Lily’s voice sharpens, louder now, though still strangely far away. “Go get a teacher! I’ll stay with him—I’ll…Rennervate.”

Warmth floods through him, pulling him out of the cold, aching numbness. His joints feel sluggish, his muscles protesting as they remember how to move. Lily is on the ground beside him in an instant, pulling his head into her lap, her hair cascading down like a curtain around his face, obscuring his view of her.

He feels an odd surge of frustration. He wants to see her.

She’s so pretty.

“James. James, look at me.”

“Trying,” he manages, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

She lets out a laugh, a sound of relief so raw it makes his chest tighten. Her forehead drops to his, her breath warm against his face.

“You’re freezing, Potter,” she murmurs, her hands cupping his cheeks. He wonders if she knows they’re icy, the touch almost jarring, but he doesn’t want her to stop touching him.

“Say something,” she demands, giving him a small shove even as her lips brush against his in a kiss that’s searing but far too brief. “What happened, James? Talk to me.”

He wants her to keep kissing him.

“James,” she repeats, and her voice wavers now, breaking. “Please. You’re—you’re scaring me.”

“They hexed me,” he croaks. “Body-bind.”

“Who?” she asks, her tone instantly snapping to fury. She hisses through her teeth. “I’m going to burn Slytherin House to the ground, I swear to God. If Slughorn doesn’t get his shit together and—” She stops abruptly, shaking her head and turning her focus back to him. She brushes her hair behind her ears, and he smiles faintly. He can see her now.

“I don’t understand. How did they find you? What were you doing out here?”

“I was flying,” he mutters. “Didn’t even see them—”

“They hexed you while you were flying?” she cries, her voice rising in anger. “They could have fucking killed you.”

He doesn’t know if he should tell her that was probably their intent or let her draw her own conclusion.

Lily’s grip on him tightens. “Sirius has gone to get a teacher,” she says quickly. “Can you walk? Did they—” Her voice falters, trembling. “I mean, was it just a body-bind? You’re not bleeding. I don’t—please open your eyes and look at me, James.”

He obeys, blinking up at her, but the sight only seems to make her sadder.

“Jesus,” she whispers. Her fingers leave his cheek, and for a moment, he panics, but then she retrieves her wand and casts a warming spell over him. The heat seeps into his limbs, dulling the worst of the cold. She sets the wand aside, her hand returning to his hair, softly carding her fingers through his curls.

“They have my mum, Lily,” he says suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her fingers freeze. “What? You found out—”

He shakes his head, the motion weak. “No. Not any names. But they—Mulciber and Dolohov. Avery. They were talking about her. After they attacked me. Saying my Christmas… that it—”

“Oh, James,” she sighs, her voice breaking as her thumbs brush over his cheeks. He realises belatedly that he’s crying.

“What if she—’’

“No,” Lily cuts him off firmly.

“Lily, I—” His breath hitches, a sob escaping. “I’m not strong like you. I can’t…I can’t—”

“Sh,” she soothes, her voice low and steady. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, James Potter. Besides, you heard the Aurors. Mad-Eye himself is on the case. They’ll get her back, and your family will have the loveliest Christmas of your life. All three of you. And Sirius,” she adds, a wet laugh escaping her.

“You’re my family, too, Evans,” he says.

A small, shaky smile crosses her lips. “I love you, you know.”

“Do you really think she—”

“I do,” she interrupts, leaning down to capture his lips in another kiss, this one softer, lingering, and full of promises he desperately wants to believe.

[swiftiewillwrite]

caramel iced coffee -

a spencer agnew fanfic

pairing - spencer agnew x reader

warnings - none! slight anxiety for like a paragraph :)

a/n - hello!!! ive written a ton of fanfics but only published two, and this is my first published on tumblr! hope yall enjoy !!

You stand behind the counter, muscle memory making your fifth pumpkin spice latte in a row. Oh, how you love fall. Even during your least busy time of day, you still get to spend what feels like forever on overly complicated drinks.

You hand the last one to a teenage girl, looking very apologetic. You give her a smile.

“Next!”

Woah. the man who now stands in front of you was definitely gonna fuck up your work day. He wore thinly framed round glasses and had messy curly hair, plus a beard that you found all too attractive. You attempted to compose yourself. “What can I get you?”

The man stared blankly for a moment, then responded. Must've not gotten a lot of sleep last night. “Uh.. what do you recommend?”

“Oh! I guess I'm kind of a sucker for anything caramel, do you want something hot or cold?”

“Really just make me your favorite, I haven't done this in a while.”

“What, ordered coffee?” you joked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“Ooh-kay, name for the order?”

“Spencer.” (god, why is it always the s names?)

“Alright Spencer, that will be 5 bucks, just tap or swipe or do whatever, and I'll have that ready for you in just a minute.” you smile, not letting the customer service voice falter, ignoring the unholy visions of what you wanted this man to do to you invading your mind.

You set to work on another overly complicated drink. Usually you would be complaining your ass off to yourself right now, but youre the one who subjected yourself to this. You're too weak when it comes to cute customers.

Working alone on slow days was your favorite kind of shift, because you got to play your own playlist. Today, that was a bit more of a curse as you notice Spencer humming along.

As you placed the lid on the cup, you looked up to the booth where he was waiting. He looked away immediately, as if he had already been staring. You hoped that he was.

Walking out from behind the counter, you set the cup on the table in front of him. “Here you go,”

He smiles softly, uttering a soft thanks. You made your way back to the counter, watching from a distance as he collected his things and walked out of the cafe.

God, you had never wanted a new regular more.

—

The next morning, he was back. Looking up at the door as the bell rang, you saw him once again. Spencer was wearing a graphic tee, revealing tattoos you hadn't seen yesterday. You felt a smile creep up your face, but a pit form in your stomach with no discernible cause. Before you could get too lost in thought, though, Spencer was at the counter, ready to order.

"Hey,” you smiled, “Are you ready to order for yourself today, or want another surprise?”

He let out a soft laugh, a sound that made your heart leap out of your chest. “If it isn't too much of a burden-,” he started, the last word dripping with sarcasm. “-I would enjoy a surprise drink.”

You sigh dramatically, “Fine,” drawing out the word with childlike brattiness. “Here or to go?”

Spencer said something he never could have if actual thoughts were going through his head:

“Here, but only if you sit with me while I drink,”

Holyshitholyshitholyshit- “Keep trying, maybe you'll get there eventually. Your total is 5.25.” You joked, a smile on your face covering your internal freak out over the fact that you just rejected the hottest guy you had ever seen.

And try he did. Every day, without fail, he came into your cafe, ordered his usual (your usual) and asked you to sit with him. And every day, you were too afraid to say yes.

"Are you sure that you don't want something new?”

“Give me the drink, please.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, but got to work making his drink. For the first time in three weeks, he stayed near the counter as you made it. As you let the coffee brew, you leaned on the counter, looking at him.

“So.. why are you always here so early? Like; this is earlier than all my other usuals,”

“You have other usuals? Wow, and I thought I was special,”

“Yes, I have other usuals. But you might be a favorite.” you smiled at him softly, and he returned the look. “Answer my question, though. Why are you here at like.. Six every day? How early do you work?”

Spencer looked slightly uncomfortable, then spoke. “I actually don't have to be there until 10 most days.”

“Hmm?”

“Well, I work at this Youtube comedy company, and so the first time I came here was a shoot week, so I did have to be at work by 7 to set up. It's just that when that week ended… I decided to just always get here early.”

“Wait, what company? Also, why? Why not just come later?” you questioned, trying to silence the hopeful voice in your head saying that you were the reason he kept coming back.

“It's less busy at this time. I get to actually talk to you.” What.

“Oh.. that's really sweet, man.” Man? Why would you say that- “I like talking to you too. So where do you work?”

Spencer looked slightly reluctant, but you tried to not read into it. “It's called Smosh,”

You perked up. “No shit? I was obsessed with Smosh when I was younger. Like- I got home from school every day and immediately pulled up whatever was posted that day,” you notice him looking down, and poke his arm, near a tattoo of a thwomp. “Why didn't you want to tell me?”

Spencer looks up at you. “Hmm?”

“You tried to change the topic. What's up?”

He purses his lips, then softly says “I didn't want that to be the only reason you like me. Or- like talking to me. Sorry.”

You open your mouth to respond, to tell him his worries were wrong, but are interrupted by the sound of the bell on the door. You look up and see your favorite coworker. “Hey Zoë! Can you watch the counter for like.. Two minutes for me?”

She raised an eyebrow at you and the man standing next to you. “It's about to get really busy.”

“I know, I know, just- please?” you looked at her, and she must've seen the desperation in your eyes, because she responded-

“Fine. Just be back soon. Love ya.”

You looked at her like she had just saved your life, and turned back to Spencer. “Wanna talk at a table?” Spencer just looked at you like you had grown a second head, but nodded. When you sat down, you started talking again. “I really like talking to you. And I did before you told me you have my childhood dream job. I like your humor and your laugh and your hair. I like your taste in music and movies and I like you.”

Spencer took a moment to collect his words. He couldn't find any, so he just leaned across the table and kissed you. A million thoughts raced through both of your heads, until you heard Zoë cough at you from behind the counter, and pulled away.

“Sorry.” Spencer apologized. You shook your head with a smile, and asked if you could put your number in his phone. He handed you the device, and you pondered for a moment before you put your name in as ‘beautiful sexy perfect human’. You texted yourself a “hey” from his phone, and added his name as ‘spenner’. He took his phone back, immediately letting out a “Shit! I have to get to work.” When he saw the time, and standing up to leave.

You frowned, but as he walked out and let the door close behind him, you sent him a simple two word text.

spenner

bye cutie

He was still close enough that you could see him smile through the window when he opened his phone. You turned to the counter to get back to work, when Zoë asked you:

“Was that Spencer Agnew?”

[moonstruckdraws]

Ares

What kind of sick coward holds back his power?

I think this is a good time to say that idk how to draw dudes or buffer muscles on any character lol. Though drawing mutant turtles for over a year did help

That being said, I also don't know armor and tried to make it as fun for me as possible. And to be honest, I do like how this came out. Regardless this is really an excuse to draw him with Aphrodite....

I am without a doubt an Ares fan as of now. Learning about him has been so fun and interesting. I haven't delve into too many myths with any of the gods I plan to draw, as I just wanted their titles, symbols, and what they rule over to decide how to draw them, but still read a bit. (I learned about Aphrodite Areia and what epithets were over the weekend so I am freaking out internally. I already want to redesign/tweak Aphrodite's design lol)

Alright, moving on to design choice, this took forever to make. I had a board for Ares, like the rest, in ideas or concepts or images I thought were cool, but I had no idea what to draw for literally two hours. Just starin' at my screen. And then I spent another two hours just on his frickin helmet lol. So I made the bottom of the helmet turn up in spikes to kinda-very loosely-be like boar tusks. The helmet itself is like a vulture head with pseudo eyes.

I gave him a cape that starts at the vulture's head, and it's specifically a bearded vulture because they look insanely cool and crazy. It blinks when he does and looks around. Is it alive? Is it its own being or a second pair of Ares's eyes for his blind spots? Idk :] The ends are messed up because war, yadda yadda, probably gets set on fire a lot somehow. And is always bloody.

I didn't know what to do with the waist, so to try and incorporate the boar more, I first added big tusks, but they just ended up looking like teeth, so I wrapped them around his waist entirely. I added the pelvic curtain for flare, but now it makes it look like a tongue and I think that's cool, as if his stomach would just open into a gorey mouth or something.

Snakes, like Athena, are also associated with Ares. And because another symbol of his is the flaming torch, I thought it'd be cool if his hair turned to flaming snakes when angered. Not inferno levels of hot, because I didn't want him to be so elemental, just a little fire. In execution, I'm not sold on it, so it'll probably change. I'll probably put some snake design on his boots as they lookin' bland (I don't like drawing shoes).

Last thing is his face! I want the war gods to have their faces blocked out because they wear their helmets so much. I feel like keeping their faces hidden this way was so normal that they unintentionally morphed their faces to be this way. Ares's eyes would be closed the majority of the time his helmet is off, barely opening them at most probably, to keep that sharp look. With Athena, I plan for hers to almost always be open, like an owl constantly watching.

I feel like he feels a bit too human to me, which isn't a bad thing, but not exactly what I want. Maybe he'll get winged ears to be more vulture? And idea I had was for his cape to actually be his wings, so maybe I'll do that?

[hepilsketches]

silly Jee sketch

you know, initially I planned to draw all sorts of different atla characters to not appear like a boring one-track-mind dude I am

until I realized that I'm, in fact, falling into autumn depression

you would never believe it looking at my recent sketches would you pfft

so shifting to something new would stress me out way too much right now, I'm afraid. Hence...

Here's another Jee :Р

jeeko if you squint really hard

ugh, I reread my anatomy textbook, but I still suck at predicting how exactly the torso and arm muscles shift with the body movements. and there's also fat and skin to consider. I need to do a lot of copying stuff, apparently

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Dunno why, but drawing Jee really comforts me for some reason. Maybe that's because of a general association with safe vibe of jeeko fandom my brain formed ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

... I have a suspicion though that most people would prefer looking at shirtless Zuko or even Zhao instead lol

(really, I wonder how many people find canonical Jee sexually appealing without any glamorization involved. I saw ficwriters calling him handsome, but it feels more like comforting lie to me, tbh. On the other hand, being fond of Zuko's ponytail myself, I know what it's like to have something you enjoy to be discarded all the freaking time for the sake of majority's preferences. I don't want to do the same kind of shit with Jee fans, even if I myself don't get the appeal.

... and now I wonder if giving Jee defined abs can be considered a glamorization too D: I mean, we didn't see him shirtless in canon, so...

ugh! to hell with it! I study basic anatomy at the moment, so defined muscles it is >__<

shut it, my pesky super-ego, I can give Jee a mirrorverse-canon belly later)

[eluminium]

Skizz week day 2 lets GOO!!!!

I apologize for the lack of polish on these. I have seemingly caught a cold and am also in the middle of important schoolwork. But hey, it's better than nothing!

Anyway, this is kind of a sneak peek into an AU I've been working on. It doesn't have a name yet, but it sure exists! I hope I can post about it more when I have more things to work with!

Once again, thank you to @skizzlemanweek for todays prompt!

Prompt 2: Hybrid/AU

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Impulse has lost his mind.

That's the only logical conclusion to this situation. To him sitting here on his dead best friend's bed while talking to said best friend who's apparently ascended to godhood? But he doesn't know what kind of God he is yet somehow? He also may have given Impulse some knowledge about the divine that Impulse is 75% sure he isn't supposed to know, even as his best god friend's semi-accidental oracle and/or priest. Probably. Maybe.

It's been a rough couple of hours, to say the least.

"Impulse! You're not listening to me!" A voice, Skizz's voice, echoes through his head. Impulses hands fly to his ears as he groans in pain. "Control your volume, dude! You're gonna blow out my ears!" He hisses.

"Oh...! Sorry...!" Skizz whisper-yells in response, although not without a mischievous giggle. Oh gods above, Impulse was gonna have to deal with SKIZZ. TALKING IN HIS BRAIN. UNINTERUPRABLY. FOR THE FORSEEABLE FUTURE. He shakes his head to try and get rid of that awful realization and quickly moves to change the subject before Skizz catches on.

"Alright, so. You became a God, but you don't know what of. So you appeared back here and found me. And you want me to help you figure out what you are the God of. Did I get that right?" He summarizes, looking at the faint blue outline of his best friend sitting on the same bed they spent years having pillow fights on in their youth-

Skizz sticks out his hand and does a so-and-so motion. "Well, yeah...But since I picked you as my oracle, as in my special important mortal representative guy, you're also gonna have to start my cult and get people to worship me!" He exclaims, clearly excited at the prospects. 

"Wow, we really got a Mr. Humble Guy over here," Impulse deadpans.

"HEY! You know I'm not in it for the fame, man! Even though I am really handsome and my godly muscles are huge!" Skizz huffs in mock offense. Impulse rolls his eyes in response.

But instead of another sarcastic quip, the barely visible parts of Skizz's face soften into something dangerously genuine. "I mean it, dude. Think about it. Think about how cool this is gonna be. Think about how deadly we are as a duo now that we have divine power behind us. Think about how many people we can help!"

"But we don't even know what you're the God of!" Impulse snaps with a glare. "How are we supposed to get people to join in on this when we can't gurantee anything?! And don't say 'We'll make something up', you KNOW I'm a TERRIBLE liar! I can't lead a whole freaking cult by myself! I need yo-"

His throat closes up. He can't say that. Because that would mean Skizz couldn't help him, that his best friend was...not with him in some way. That he was alone in this, for now. No, no it's too raw. He breaks eye contact as his eyes snap towards a corner of the room. He draws in a shaky breath and blinks rapidly. 

"Dipple Dop..." Skizz's tone is...sad. He reaches out towards Impulse before remembering that he can't really...touch him. Nor can he touch anything mortal, really. He needs belief for that, followers who believe in him. 

A sigh leaves him as he retracts his hand. "I know this is a lot for you. To be honest, it's a lot for me too. You're scared, and I'm scared. And you're probably thinking something like: 'This is a total disaster, we're so screwed'-"

Huh, that was...exactly what Impulse was thinking. To the word. Weird.

"-but man, dude, my homieh buddeah-"

Impulse can't help but snort at that one. The man is a god now, and yet he's still just Skizz.

"We got all the time in the world to do this. We don't have to rush this. We'll make a plan. We'll do our research! The big fancy library we used to study at had a bunch of books about the gods and stuff, remember? Maybe we can find the step-by-step guide to finding your godly trait and a "How to Cult for Dummies"! Gee, wouldn't that be convinient!"

They're both giggling now. Why? They don't fully know. Probably the absurdity of sneaking into a royal library to read the most suspicious books of all time is getting to them. But, somehow, there's a glow of warmth in Impulse's chest. A feeling he's been missing ever since Skizz unwillingly left the mortal realm for the divine.

Hope.

As the giggling dies down, a timid smile settles on Impulse's face. Gods, how does Skizz do it? How does he make Impulse believe in some new goal that fast? Well, he supposes he can blame it on magical god powers now. Hell yeah.

He takes a deep breath in, jumps off the bed, and stands up. "Alright, I'm in. What's the worst that could happen?" He says with attempted confidence. Despite Skizz certainly detecting his lingering anxiety, he jumps up (or well, floats) up in the air beside him with a barely seeable hand pumped up in the air.

"Allllright!!! Imp and Skizz are reunited and back on the case! I love it!" He cheers.

Impulse wastes no time in heading to their shared kitchen and grabbing a snack for the road. The library isn't far (perks of living in the capital) but hey, emotional rollercoasters tend to leave ya a bit tired. A snack for the road never hurt anybody!

Skizz unexpectedly chuckles. "Except that one time you decided to shove jello in your backpack," he points out.

Impulse freezes.

"...Are there more things in my head than just your voice?" He questions while slowly turning around to face Skizz. Skizz, in response, raises an eyebrow.

"Of course! I know everything going on in there! That's what happens between a God and their oracle!" He says like it's common knowledge.

"So you know all my deep dark secrets now?"

"Well, kinda!"

"Does the "kinda" include how much I missed you?"

"Awww yeah!!! I know you love me soooo muuuchhh now!"

"God damn it- I hate you. You SUCK." 

At Impulse's overly sulky tone, Skizz giggles like the sacred bastard he is. And once again, something cozy and soft glows and grows in Impulse's chest. It feels...good. Happy. Like it's right as it should be. And looking at the faded form of his best friend, he knows Skizz feels it growing too.

Maybe, even with all the responsibility and having Skizzleman but now with divine powers in his head 24/7, this won't be so bad. 

Maybe this could become something great.

[gothushi]

Do you have any good hc about how the boys will treat you when you injured? From small injured to a broken arm ( like mine ;( )

ohhhh yea yea ! sry abt ur arm </3 wishing u well recovery

im not gna do every boy individually bc lets be honest .. theyre all gna be great w ur if ur hurt (im thinking along the lines of pulled muscle/broken bone, smth like tht. bc for a teenie injury i can say all the boys wld make sure u have cute band aids and kiss it better) so ill just point out what comes to mind

i think it’s necessary to start off w rob. i mean, we seen him w tom, he is verrry good at handling someone who’s hurt. whilst he’s super fussy over u, whether its with chronic pain or a scrape on the knee, he does so well if smth happens. u slip and pull a muscle? u fall somehow and break ur wrist/ankle? hurt ur knee? he’s really good at being right beside u in an instant but not freaking out. yk the whole kid thing where if u react they react … how parents will be calm to rly see whats goin on … he does tht. he talks gentle and keeps u still so he can figure out just how u feel without freaking u out anymore than u already are. has to get a little stern cuz u try moving around and hes gotta be like ‘hey. stop. stay still, hun. there you go…’ i think i can safely say simon and luke are the same way. simon with his field training, and luke having seen tons of injuries at games/practice and also experience with his own. now, all three of them will definitely be antsy at the er, having to sit and wait. legs bouncing, chewing on his lip, huffy. once they know ur okay though they start to laugh at how groggy u are from the pain meds u got

kinda rambled abt … getting the injury vs how they actually are … sorry. moving on

they all help u around the house, rob’s once again mealprepping but its so u have ready snacks available. waits on u hand and foot for drinks, whatever u want to keep u occupied and ur like … ‘i can walk still’ hes like ‘no.’ LOL. simons the same, wants u to stay put and only rly lets u get up for the bathroom and when u whine abt how stiff u are. if you’ve got a cast, lukes drawing little doodles on it and an ‘i love u’, and rob will draw a single tiger on it

charlies similar. hes very used to different injuries. granted, he doesnt bring home broken bones like .. ever.. (except one time he definitely had his nose broken and refused to admit it despite the bruising and fussing at u to not touch it) but hes definitely used to dealing w deep contusions, sore and pulled muscles. while he treats his own body very roughly, he loves u, his little doll. the only injuries he ever wants to see on u are the ones he inflicts, and even then he gives extreme and detailed aftercare for them. so .. say u call him on his emergency line while hes out on a job, u never call tht phone, ever, u always just leave txts for him on his regular phone that he wont see till hes home anyway. but, here we are, with u sobbing that u were trying to get smth from the attic and fell off the shitty wooden ladder and ur ankle hurts rly rly badly. ohhh hes on his way immediately. similar to the others, he talks u down gently, shushing ur sobs, petting ur head, telling u that he has to look at it, let him feel it ‘i know, its gonna hurt but you’re my brave little girl, arent you? just let me touch it a bit, im gonna see if its broken’ and yeah … it is. takes u to the er and is stone faced most of the time there. on the way home though he’ll stop and get u a shake or some french fries to keep u occupied while he runs into the store.

at home hes the same as the others. keeps an eye on u and gets whatever u need. refuses to let u walk anywhere bc hes not letting his babydoll use crutches, she cld just fall again! princess carries u up and down the stairs, to bed or the couch, bathroom, anywhere. takes over the cooking and cleaning and laundry and he will definitely be all sappy and talk to u abt how grateful he is for u, bc he realizes how much work it rly is to keep the house tidy and running. when ur a bit better but not fully healed and he .. still has to work, he’ll anxiously check the house cameras every half hr to find u

i think nikolai wld be a bit funny bc .. hes a vampire… if he gets an injury he heals awfully fast and can feel rejuvenated just by feeding a few times more than normal. but his little human gf? she needs tender love and care. hes obviously worried if u call him for help or he just shows up and u have a brace on ur wrist, and u gotta explain to him what happened and jog his memory on how u need to be careful … not use it… stuff like that. he’ll press a little kiss over the brace and mumble about his poor lovie

[ryuichirou]

Replies

It’s Monday again! Some recent asks. About twst, about blue lock, about fem!Deuce’s skirt length, about tops and bottoms, etc.

Anonymous asked:

I'm subscribed to your Kofi. Yesterday I had a TERRIBLE day so I logged in to check your recent stuff. I found myself scrolling thru your entire feed and smiling at your Adeuce, TreyRiddle and RookVil (my favorite ships) arts. Even if they're unfinished, I loved them a lot, specially that comic where Che'nya steals Riddle's baby tooth for Trey. Don't answer this publicly if you don't want the contents of your Kofi to be revealed, I just wanted to let you know that I went to bed with a smile after a terrible day (and week, overall, I've been having it rough) because of your art. Keep creating ❤️

Anon, this is such an incredibly sweet message, and I am very grateful for your kind words. Just as you got cheered up by stuff we post on Ko-Fi, your message really cheered us up as well! I am honestly still shocked and happy that people are into my unedited sketches and don’t mind scrolling to tons and tons of them to see their favourite ships and characters hehe.

That comic!! We really want to finish and post it one day, but it’s been a bit difficult to keep up with all that lately. It will be finished and posted though at some point, so I don’t mind teasing~ I’m happy you liked that one!

Thank you for your ask and for supporting us on Ko-Fi of course!!! <3

Anonymous asked:

Where are you from? If it's not a secret

It’s not really a secret, we talked about it before, even though it was years ago…

We're from Russia; I, in particular, moved here (from Turkmenistan, it's a long story...) when I was a young teen and lived the majority of my life here.

Anonymous asked:

Is there a top x bottom ship that you don't like?

Good question, actually! I don’t think there are any that we don’t like, to be honest. If the top/bottom positioning makes sense to us and doesn’t contradict the way we feel about the characters, the worst thing that could happen is that we just don’t really care much about the ship (like Kalim/Silver, for example). But I can’t think of any that we would really dislike…

Anonymous asked:

Opinions on Floyd x Kalim?

Anonymous asked:

JESUS, I'M SORRY, I SENT YOU AN ASK OFF A TOP X TOP PAIRING

FOR A HOT SEXOND I LIVED IN A WORLD WHERE YOU HAD FLOYD AS A BOTTOM (which is incredible considering how often you draw him) AND THEN I REMEMMBERED LIKE FIVE SECONDS AFTER

AHHH NO WORRIES ANON!!! It happens!! No hard feelings whatsoever <3 You don’t have to remember every single thing!

But also! Not as a ship, but I think Floyd and Kalim could be very fun together because they’re so different in terms of innocence and awareness, but both are drummers, like to dance and have fun, and both are insanely stubborn when it comes to something they do or do not want to do lol

Anonymous asked:

Hey so I know your previous Rook-planning-to-put-the-Ramshackle-ghost-in-a-jar-and-make-love-to-it art was meant to be a joke BUT it awoke something in me 😳😳😳

👀 Anon… every joke has a big chunk of “hold on though-“ in it…. So I see you.

Rook is such a wonderful freak, you never know what kind of kinks he’s going to bring you. The kinds of kinks you never knew you were into…

Anonymous asked:

you should draw ryusae mpreg

I hate how I can’t even pull out my regular “pregnancy no likey” card on this one because IT’S NOT LIKE IT GOES AGAISNT CANON 😭 Fucking Shidou, man.

Anonymous asked:

that bitch needs to be leashed

Funny thing is, we wanted to give him a choker to make the joke work better, but I forgot; I guess Sae is someone who would walk his rabid dog without a leash or a collar…

Anonymous asked:

Aw, Azul is trying to help Idia touch grass! How nice of him to help ^-^

Hehehe yes! He is such a helpful boyfriend~ Idia should be grateful.

Anonymous asked:

Azul stronger than Idia?

Of course, Anon! He lacks the endurance and isn’t good at PE, but he has that octopus grip + apparently muscles.

And Idia… well, he’s a skeleton that doesn’t consume anything with protein :(

Anonymous asked:

Since Deuce was a delinquent I like to imagine fem Deuce wore the long skirt associated with the Image or just pants for a really long time, but since trying to become a model student she wears the proper uniform as she gets it which involves a much shorter skirt

And she switches between being painfully aware of the length and flustered about it and forgetting how short it is and doing some risky things in it

Also like to think that she thinks it's kind of cold so she starts wearing lots of stockings

Anon!! I LOVE long skirt delinquent fem Deuce!! She would be such a good sukeban, and I honestly tend to envision her like that, so it would make sense for her to switch to the shorter skirts and of course of course forgetting about how easy it is for her to flash her panties now. Someone should introduce her to the idea of wearing shorts underneath a skirt (I think Rook wears those lol)

Ahh stockings too… so cute and delightful. I bet it was very annoying at first to put them on every day, but she got tired of being cold all the time…

So yeah I really feel you, Anon, I see the vision very vividly.

But at the same time, it’s also somewhat easy to imagine delinquent fem Deuce wearing a shorter skirt and becoming more “modest” afterwards. Both options have perks..!

Anonymous asked:

sometimes i think. about. bayonetta malleus. honestly sometimes i just think about bayonetta. because. sighg <3... bayonetta.

Yeah… he’d look very good with her heels! Powerful and super tall brunette, such a Malleus vibe. I think we had a Bayonetta question before, and I think I mentioned back then that Vil would also make a good Bayonetta lol But I don’t remember, it’s been a while.