#I got art blocked so I just decided to color for the time being until my brain gets pumped up again to draw.

[l0ganberry]

I have no idea where all of you came from but here's the colored version of my drawing of Husk.

[thirdreverie]

valentine's weird shading not-a-tutorial tutorial

let me preface this by saying that i am not very good at tutorials, hence the "not-a-tutorial" in the title. let me continue prefacing this by saying that tumblr's search function is still shit and ass, making me incapable of trying to find the post i wanted to and forcing my hand into making my own instead. if anyone has the link to the post i'm talking about feel free to send it to me or something. anyway let's get into it

so the one thing that helped improve my art's lighting and shading drastically is, instead of thinking shadows being additive, is to think of light being subtractive instead. again emphasis on the words "my art" so this might not work for you personally + this probably also only really works in a digital medium, but like. what do i mean by that?

enlisting the help of that one sketch of ghost/ray i drew once, i've slapped together a few pics that may or may not help make the point i'm trying to make clearer. i dunno, but either way you're gonna want to decide where your light source is coming from first before you start. ok let's go

anyway, this is what i like to call "shadows being additive" or in layman's terms basically just drawing in your shadows by hand instead. this is probably how you've been taught to shade, and it works fine if you know what you're doing! however, since this pic of ghost just Standing There is pretty simple it makes shading this way relatively easy, but if your composition is more complex, you have a bunch of things blocking the light source, and/or you have weird perspective going on; then it might start getting pretty difficult. it sure as hell did for me in the past anyway

but. what if i told you. that there's a different way to approach shading

now introducing: "light being subtractive" aka drawing in your lights instead. in the real world, objects are naturally shrouded in darkness until a light source is present. this fact is then reflected in this shading style by having you begin with a layer filled with your shadow color before erasing the areas where your light hits (then refining it later). this style probably works better the more your knowledge of how objects reside within a 3d space is, but either way i personally prefer this shading style bc of how the shadows feel more organic to me + it works fantastic for dramatic lighting as well

honestly your layer mode doesn't even need to be set to multiply either. in a visual novel i released a while ago under a time constraint i chose to shade my sprite using pure black set to normal mode because it was faster to me than actually having to worry about the colors that come with using a multiply layer

but uhhh yeah either way that's how i got good at shading i guess by changing the way i approached doing it in the first place. hopefully this helps someone out there. idk man i'm not a professional artist or anything i just do this stuff for fun

[kozaandramy]

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[deep-space-lines]

Have you ever wanted to draw something but you fought due to your skill level at the time you decide not to do it

Honestly I don't think there's been a time in my life where I haven't experienced this. There's a file on my ipad I've had on the backburner for like probably over 4 years now; there's a really clear image in my head of a poster showing the detailed anatomy of an astronaut from the perspective of aliens who believe the spacesuit to be part of its body, and every time I come back to it, I keep saying I'll do it later because I just can't pull it off yet :') so yeah the struggle is real

That being said, I've personally found that apart from just 'don't draw it and let it haunt you for years until your confidence improves', there's two solutions that work for me

1: Just draw it the best you're able now, with the knowledge that it might suck (in your eyes) but there's no rule that says you can't come back and re-draw it a few months or years down the line once you've learned more, if you still want to. It can be super frustrating if you have a really concrete awesome image in your head that you know you can't execute the way you'd like, but treating it more like a rough draft than something that has to be perfect the first time around can help get around this. Genuinely I think about this post all the time now, I think it rewired my brain chemistry as an artist. Just accept it'll look bad, who give a shit!!!! If you draw the rough draft now, it'll either turn out better than you expected, or you'll figure out what you struggled with for next time. Either way you'll at least temporarily get The Image out of your head and satiate the Art Beast.

Which leads into...

2: Figure out if there's a specific aspect of the Thing that intimidates you the most and put some time into low-stakes practice with the skill that's blocking you. Usually it's gonna be something like perspective, anatomy, rendering/painting, struggling with dynamic poses, etc.

Starting a completely new skill from scratch sounds intimidating, but you're not starting from scratch, and if you sit yourself down and give it some dedicated practice, you WILL see improvement within the same day. Keep it up for a week or a month and you'll have learned a lot. If it's dynamic perspective, tell yourself "ok I am GOING to learn how to draw with perspective" and mess around with references, look up tutorials, draw other art pieces with perspective until you feel like you have a somewhat decent grasp of it. If it's anatomy or dynamic poses: (once again, cannot stress enough) use references. Trace and then copy references until you get a feel for the shapes (AdorkaStock is really good), practice figure drawing (Quickposes, Line of Action), watch Proko because they have really good videos on these things (1) (2) (3).

'Practice makes perfect' is simultaneously very correct and very unhelpful advice, but if you've got a good grasp of the fundamentals of art, picking up specific, individual skills to a 'good enough' level is not nearly as time-consuming and frustrating as trying to just get better at 'art' as a whole. It can be really good motivation tbh (at least for me), to have an image of something I want to create and telling myself "I am going to intentionally practice [indoor environments]/[perspective]/[faces]/[painting with unrealistic colors]/[insert specific skill] for a few weeks until I feel confident enough to draw this thing".

anyway sorry that was so long. idk if this is any help, just my personal experience

[ske-fmp-2025]

Wednesday - Week 9 - The Last Working Day.

Modelling.

For my last working day, I needed to get my map finished and ported in the game by the end of the day, otherwise my project will not a perfected as it could be. To get started, I began working on finishing the path that I had stared on yesterday.

This wasn't to much of a challenge, only because it was me just copying and pasting the bits of the path that I had already made. I did have to alter them each time I copied one but it didn't take me that long to do. After I had done this, I immediately noticed that this environment was missing details like planets and bushes so that’s what I worked on next.

The grass what a great place to started it added a lot detail while only being a few pixels big. I did end up getting the inspiration from Minecraft, with how they designed there grass. The only thing I really need help with the most was how they blended the colors together with there grass blocks and grass, I did also look into how there flowers worked with the grass.

Now onto the harder part, the bushes. I didn’t know if I wanted to make them be designed more similar to leaf piles than anything else or making them look more like a miniature tree. I did also look into what I could have around the bushes, and most tree's or bushes normally have a lot of vegetation/nutrients around them so it makes sense for there to be grass within the tree.

This is how I ended up making it. I did have help from a friend to decided what type of design that I should go for and he preferred the look of the mushroom top with it having a brown stalk. taking the color from the path. I do like the design as it makes the environment look extra-terrestrial, I mean it looks like blue funguses. And feels like if someone where to come here they would be surprised by the shape and color of the plants.

For what to do now, I needed to get all of these models inside of unreal engine so then I can finally remove the place holder base and path. This has been something that I have been waiting to do for a long time now, and it feels so good finally have something art wise to show.

UI Changes

This all that inside the project, I can finally start working on the finishing touches for the game and get around to the finally testing in the project. The first thing that I noticed that needed slightly changing was the UI, the Ui needed the font that I got earlier while making the main menu and I felt like that there should be a timer in the top left of the screen under the money.

The font fits in better than I thought it would. I originally was going to get a new one however it works. Something else I changed was the colours of the buttons at the bottom, there used to be an grey outline that really annoyed me so I got rid of it. As you can see now as well, I added a timer. This timer works exactly the same way as the previous one that I had made in my last project, it continuously gets the time from the game and set it as the text. It is really basic but it is all I need in this game.

Unit Changes

The last thing I changed today was some of the prices of the units that I have, most of them here have been changed around how strong there are in action. I do plan on continuously changing the prices of the towers until I figure out how easy/balanced it is.

Gilbert's

Changed Gilberts Level 1 Price to 1000

Change Gilberts Upgrade Price to 1800

Changed Gilberts Level 2 Price to 1600

Mildred's

Changed Mildred's Level 1 Price to 1200

Changed Mildred's Upgrade Price to 2400

Changed Mildred's Level 2 Price to 2000

R.0.D.R.1.G.0's

Changed Base Price to 400

Changed Upgrade Price to 550

Level 2 Price is 700

5.P.I.N.9.L.E.Y

Changed Fire Base Price to 400 (I think that its the same)

Changed Upgraded Price to 770

Changed Level 2 Price to 800

Plan

I do also plan on changing some damage numbers next, instead of just changing the prices. Other than that, my weeks goal has been completed, I finished the map, all of the units have been implemented and work.

I do plan on releasing the state of the game I usually do next week, this is main because there as still a couple of bugs that I wish to fix and I would also like to add some final research posts here on my blog.

I think I did everything that I wanted to do this week, unfortunately while making the map there were more bugs that just appeared after fixing there ones that were already there. Other than that I think I did everything that I wanted to do this week.

[pbandjesse]

I am real hot right now. It's not even that warm right now but I am uncomfortable!! Hopefully I cools down as the sun sets. Though me running around messing with out plants probably didn't help. Just doing to much but it was nice to feel productive.

I had a good day. I slept pretty well. I did the dishes and worked on my laptop for a bit before brining Sylvie upstairs. I read a few chapters of my book and slept for a bit before James came and took over and I went to sleep for reals.

When I woke up I wasn't like. Thrilled. My ankle hurts for no reason. And I have my period and it's the first one since I had Sylvie and I hate it and was really hoping the IUD would stop it from happening but it's fine. I'll live. But it isn't comfy.

I got dressed and I absolutely loved my outfit. These are my new soft overall shorts and they are so comfortable and fit me so well. I felt so good. An excellent thrift find.

I was not interested in breakfast. I was interested in Sylvia's lemon pants!!! I was so excited to see her little outfit.

James was leaving for some work stuff and would be gone for a few hours. And I was looking forward to some alone time.

Me and Sylvie would gather up our stuff and headed out. It was our first solo thrift trip. I decided we would go to the savers. And Sylvia did so good. She didn't cry the entire drive there.

I decided on having her in the stroller. Which I got compliments on for the pretty color. And I would have an excellent time walking around. I found some nice dresses for my baby for the summer. Nice light things. I would also get a whole box of ball pit balls and a leap frog typing game that she obviously can't use for a while but I think is super cool.

I met another mom. Her baby girl was born the day after Sylvia, March 1st!! And was originally due the day before our original due date, March 20! What are the chances. It was fun chatting.

I wandered the whole store. Sylvia fell asleep. And we headed back home.

Sylvia has a pretty solid time on the drive home until like the last ten minutes because I was struggling to park and had to circle the block. So getting my purchases inside would be a later issue. I got Sylvia out and brought her inside (after pausing to say hi to the neighbors). Poor baby was just cry cry cry.

I put her down in her chair so I could get a bottle out and let it warm up a little. And she fell asleep.

So I went to get my stuff from the car. And when I came back I sat on the floor with baby and fed her. And when she was half done we took a break and I took all the tags off my purchases. And put the oven on so I could make mozzarella sticks.

I made to many and upset my stomach but whatever. Sylvia was being so cute. And we would go upstairs to lay down.

I put her in the big crib with her aquarium show. And I did some cleaning and worked on my laptop. And had a nice time chilling on the couch up there.

When Sylvia woke up more I moved her to the bedroom and we played with an elephant toy. And then James was home!

James got cleaned up and joined us. We would eventually move downstairs and I showed James all the cute baby clothes. We would just hang out to here for a while. It was a nice day. I even talked to my mom on the phone and it was good to hear her voice.

At 330 I drove over to South Baltimore to go meet Ann Marie at art easy. They were doing some filming for a YouTube channel that is doing a spotlight on them. They had professional camera people and everything. Very cool. Steve from the print shop at the museum also was there! Smalltimore for real.

I feel really good about leading their new sewing club. I'm going to work on writing up a proposal for themes and supply needs. But I feel great about the collaboration and it will be a little extra paycheck for me and that's pretty chill.

After my meeting there I went over to the shopping center to get a hoagie. Honestly I wasn't hungry but it was good. And after I ate I went to the grocery store and got a whole bunch of snacks. And soy sauce, as requested by James. I would also get some flowers they had on sale. I honestly would have gotten more flowers but I couldn't carry them. Ah well.

Traffic sucked. I was just really looking forward to seeing my family and not being in the car anymore. Plus I was just feeling a bit icky

When I got back here I held Sylvia for a bit. And chatted with James. And it was a good day.

I decided to take a bath. First one since before Sylvia was born. I used the good bubbles and even did a face mask. It was very good.

I put on a slip dress. And put away all my sweatshirts. I spent some time in the guest room refolding all my winter gear to fit better. And moved some extra stuff to the storage bag I have in the basement. I got all overheated again.

I came to sit outside on the swing. But got distracted by the plants and started messing with those. Got all sweaty. But it's fine. I'll rinse off again. It was a good day.

Tomorrow Sylvia has a doctor's appointment early. And then we will go pick up the two quilts Jess won at auction!! Amazing.

I hope you all have a good night tonight. Sleep well. Be safe.

[merts-storybook]

The Reverse Orphanage

The Reverse Orphanage sat on a hill that couldn't decide if it was coming or going. Its windows looked like eyes that had cried so much they'd forgotten how to blink. A sign hung crooked over the door: "Where Children Choose Their Adults - No Refunds, No Returns, No Pretending (We Can Tell)."

I was forty-three and running out of lies to tell myself. My therapy journals got so sick of me that they had started writing themselves, each page filled with variations of "Stop trying so hard to be authentic, you fraud." The mirrors in my apartment had unionized and were refusing to show my reflection until I admitted who I really was.

The children conducted interviews in rooms designed to break adult pretenses. My first interview was with a seven-year-old named Magnus who had a PhD in seeing through bullshit. The room had a ceiling that got lower every time you tried to stand up straight.

"Why do you want to be adopted?" Magnus asked, building a tower of blocks that defied several laws of physics.

"I want to learn how to be real again," I said, reading from the script I'd rehearsed in front of my striking mirrors.

"That's a lie wrapped in truth wrapped in a desperate need to be liked," he said, adding a block that seemed to exist in four dimensions. "Try again, but this time with less performance art."

I tried eighteen more times. Each answer felt more honest than the last, which only proved how deep my capacity for self-deception went. Magnus's tower had grown so tall it had started to form its own weather system.

Down the hall, six-year-old Sophie specialized in interviewing adults who thought they were ready to face their fears. Her room was wallpapered with everyone's childhood monsters, each one holding a graduate degree in psychology. My monster was there, wearing reading glasses and taking notes on my posture.

"Show me your bravest face," Sophie commanded.

I showed her the one I'd practiced in the mirror, the one that said I'd overcome adversity through inner strength and positive thinking.

"That's your Instagram brave face," she said. "Show me your real one."

"This is my real one."

"No, that's your 'I want people to think this is my real one' face. There's a difference."

I went through my entire catalog of faces—brave, vulnerable, authentically inauthentic, transparently opaque with a little bit more contrast with a saturation level of 8.7.

The final interview was with three-year-old Lily, who could see through time. Her playroom existed simultaneously in the past, present, and future. I watched myself fail the interview before I'd even sat down.

"You're trying too hard to not try too hard," all three versions of Lily said at once. "It's like watching someone practice spontaneity."

Weeks passed. I watched other adults get chosen—the ones who'd genuinely forgotten how to be adults, who'd lost their way so completely they'd accidentally found something better. One man got adopted after admitting he had no idea who he was and wasn't even sure he existed. A woman was chosen when she started crying because her imaginary friend from thirty years ago had just sent her a disappointingly real LinkedIn request.

I kept trying. I learned to finger paint with colors that hadn't been invented yet. I got better at pretending to be worse at pretending.

The children saw through it all. "You're getting really good at looking like you're giving up on looking good," Magnus told me during my forty-seventh interview. His block tower had achieved sentience and was applying to law school.

On my last day, I sat in the waiting room watching a man get chosen because he'd completely failed at failing. He hadn't even been trying to be adopted���he'd walked in looking for the bathroom and accidentally achieved enlightenment.

That's when I realized: I'd become the best at being the worst at being genuine. I'd mastered the art of authentically failing at authenticity. I was the most successful unsuccessful person in the history of the Reverse Orphanage.

The children threw me an unadoption party. "Congratulations on being our most perfectly imperfect failure," they said, serving cake that tasted like the memory of disappointment. "You've shown us that sometimes the only way to be truly genuine is to fully commit to your fakeness."

I hung my certificate of failure in my apartment. The striking mirrors finally returned to work, but now they show me as I really am—a hero who succeeded at failing to be heroic, a fraud who became genuine by fully embracing his fraudulence.

Sometimes I go back to visit, to watch other adults learn the wrong lessons for the right reasons. The children use me as an example: "Be careful," they tell the hopefuls, "or you might end up like him—so good at being bad at being good that you accidentally become exactly who you are."

Magnus's tower recently gained tenure at a prestigious university. It's teaching a course on the architecture of self-deception. I'm listed in the syllabus as required reading.

[didsomeonesaygo]

Rome is old.

Woke up to a sunny, cold morning for a Colosseum tour. Our guide Rossella grew up in Rome, and reminded us of a lot of history we probably learned in 4th grade - we were wishing we had done some homework before coming, but she did a good job of setting context for us to understand where the Colosseum complex fits in the picture of the ancient Roman empire. (Speaking of elementary school, we were wishing Suzi was here to translate the roman numerals for us!)

Colosseum construction started around 69-79 AD, and was completed in 80 AD. Old. At one point, it could seat 80,000 people (though the term seat is used loosely here). The keystones in the arches bear a lot of the weight, and the building materials get lighter as you go up, which is one of the main reasons it can still stand today. It really is unbelievably huge, and you could easily spend a whole day there, but it's so popular that they kick you out after 90 minutes (60 in the high season!) So we felt like we had just grazed the surface before we went to the Piazza di Colosseo, which includes Palatine Hill, Titus' Arch, the Temple of Venus, the Roman Forum, the Temple of Antonius and Faustina, and countless other ancient structures and gardens.

The Rome of the Roman empire was basically demolished in an earthquake around 443-484 AD, and was abandoned. But, as Rossella reminded us several times, in Rome, nothing is destroyed; it is re-used. So when the city began to reestablish itself, they just built on top of what was already there, often re-using some of the materials. (Which is why the archaeologists have to show up basically any time you dig a hole here, and why you can turn a corner and bump into ruins.)

After Piazza di Colosseo, we had lunch with tourmates Michael & Gabi from Wisconsin, then made our way to the Vatican Museum. Like the Louvre, it's really too big to do in one day if you want to feel that you saw everything. There are also different ticket levels, so some rooms are intentionally skipped, and they really keep you moving - tour groups are only allowed to stop for a few minutes before being shuffled along. (However, coming in January helped - apparently in the high season, they're not allowed to stop at all.) The internet has better pix of the art than we could ever take, but here are a few of the elements we liked. Strange/creepy tidbit: most of the statues were originally in color, with eyeballs and everything; a few still have some of it.

The guides are not allowed to talk inside the Sistine Chapel, so Rossella gave us the rundown on the major features before we went in. You could spend a whole day just in that room - and many art historians have done exactly that. We contented ourselves with looking up until we got dizzy, and then moved on. Also, no photos are allowed there.

St. Peter's Basilica is huuuge (Rome is old, and also large), and even though some parts were blocked in preparation for the Sunday service, it takes a long time to see all of it. (I skipped the pope-in-the-box, but P went by.) The Pieta is behind glass, unfortunately, but again, much better pix already exist.

After the Sistine Chapel, we decided to skip the pope tombs and stopped around the corner at Il Ristorante de' Penitenzieri for vino ed uno spuntino. Then headed to Trastevere, a neighborhood the hotel had recommended as being less touristy. (They were right that there were fewer Americans, but it was not not touristy.) Terra Satis was able to get us right in, and the food was yum, though the deconstructed cheesecake gave us a giggle. (Maybe they were laughing at us too? Unclear. 😂)

Walked right out and got a taxi, and when the driver heard us talking about the Teatro di Marcello, which looks like a mini-Colosseum, he started explaining... In Italian! I had had just enough wine to carry on a conversation - he was definitely what we'd call a "sympathetic interlocutor," and was very excited to tell us about his city. And bonus (pro tip), he took us around the back way to the Trevi Fountain, so I was finally able to toss a coin in for Mere. 😍

We'd had, ahem, some wine, so we weren't ready to turn in just yet. The driver had pointed the way to the Spanish Steps, so off we went. It's 135 steps, really steep unless you're from San Francisco. So we popped up, selfied, popped back down, and had just one more glass of wine. (Discovery: prosecco rosso is less sweet!)

Our main takeaway so far is that it is extremely humbling to be somewhere with *recorded* civilization going back 3000 years. The US is basically a toddler; nothing going on at home is surprising or even unexpected at this stage of the game. To quote the Barenaked Ladies (apropos in Rome, but P will hate me for it), "It's All Been Done Before."

[kerykomo]

so i got my drawing tablet back after coming home from college...

comic explaination and transcription under the cut

not to get super into it like i did in a previous post, but as i mentioned in said previous post, i was struggling a lot both in different aspects of my life and creatively. which sucks, because art has been both an enjoyment and an outlet, so not even being able to use it for purposes like venting- or feeling like that i couldn't make art AT ALL was just.. so difficult. not to mention having to convince myself that it was temporary and the storm of artblock couldn't last forever.

not to say that im fully through the storm yet- but this is the biggest, longest break in my fight with artblock that i've had in a long time. all because i switched up a drawing method. normally i draw either on paper or on my ipad (used as an on-screen drawing tablet) so when i got sick of/stuck with one, i would often switch to the other. but not too long ago BOTH mediums became impossible for me to create with. i tried new pens, new colors, new styles- nothing stuck, and nothing seemed to work.

all until i finally came home from my semester away at uni, and reunited with my off-screen drawing tablet. little tiny wacom intuos comic edition from 2016 that STILL WORKS despite how many years ive used it. so i decided to make this post :)

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comic transcription: i got my drawing tablet back! /pos

i'll be the first to admit it- going back to the hand-eye disconnect was WEIRD. but it was nice to go "back to my roots" in a sense- and after a few minutes of drawing the muscle memory started kicking in. it was fun. drawing was FUN.

drawing was FUN- creating was FUN. for the first time in months- YEARS of depressive art block, thinking i was just "bad" at digital art- i felt FREE. i didn't feel like i HAD to make things or else it invalidated me as an artist- i just... DID. / i came back with new skills and drawing techniques from years away and started being able to apply them and make my art look good. i was finally satisfied with what i was creating.

"I MISSED YOU LIL BUDDY!! UEUEUEUE"

[tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r]

So I have this sim I play in my legacy challenge, and her whole thing is kinda about how she has a whole hair journey, and since I have no (good) wifi on my computer, here is her whole hair journey to date.

(you may know her from the handheld ports of the sims 2... Ara Fusilli!!!!)

Ara had finally moved into a house away from her father, she look very similar to how she did as a teenager, except her hair grew out a bit for her wedding. at this point she felt like her life was complete, but felt kind of lost.

Ara and Lazlo have been married for a while now, and they finally decided to have their first kid. During her pregnancy she usually put her hair up so that it wouldn't be too much of a disturbance. At this point she was unemployed, and pretty much depressed, but anticipating the arrival of Reggie.

Despite her hair barley changing, this part of her life is important to mention. (this version is her og hair but without the little bit braided). She gave birth and her entire focus in life was dedicated to her son. At her roomates wedding she contracted a deadly disease, and ended up missing his whole childhood.

While being blocked away from the whole world, with nothing to do but read and cry to herself alone about how much she is missing out on she went insane. She tore hair out of her head and it got tangled, and choppy. The room she was social distancing in was wrecked. Everything that made Ara, Ara was gone.

Through her time with the disease she damaged her hair more and more. The agressivley red box dye she always put in it started to fade, and eventually she died on christmas day... kinda. The whole time she was like this Grim was just kinda like "Oh. poor kid. I guess I'll resurrect her" (she is unlucky btw). After her revival she started a life of crime... then got to thinking.

When Ara made the connection that she literally evaded death she tried to reinvent herself. A pass time that she once did casually as a kid (painting) became her whole job. during the time she had the disease, her roomates started earning so much money, that being an artist was honestly a safe career choice. Her hair was so matted and torn out that she had to shave it, which terrified her at the time but she grew to love it as a mark of new beginnings.

Because she missed so much of her own children's life, and her roomates were so busy working all the time, she decided to help them raise their own kids, solidifying them a house for their entire childhood. She practically became a second mother to Lemon Delossantos. Her hair grew a little and she dyed it red again.

Because she spent so long taking care of the kids, her hair started getting really uneven and patchy, and she decided to embrace that. This is the beginning of her really figuring out who she is. (also her hair is starting to fade back to brown a little.)

As she watched the children she basically raised as her own (And Reggie) grow up right before her eyes, she realized that she wasn't young anymore. She couldn't participate in trends young teens did- so she went retro. Around this time her art started getting more classical, some even being displayed in museums.

On the 28th anniversary of her close call with death, she started to see her husband's hair greying. She always knew he was older than her, but up until now she didn't really realize what that meant. She got much closer with her husband and son, and made sure to spend the remaining time she had left with them... well... with them. Alot of this period of her life was surrounded with death. Her brother In laws Vidcund and Pascal, Sister-in-laws Penelope Redd and Jenny, her father. Her hair doesn't reflect that too much, but she does just let it grow out, and keep dying in her signature red color.

On that same christmas Lemon and Reggie got engaged (No that isn't weird because we'll just say that Ara was a good mother-in-law figure for her), and did a celebratory woohoo, where they got pregnant with Cheddah' and Camembert, twin boys who take after their mother and paternal grandfather in being handy (for some reason) and she had to start dealing with the idea that she is a grandmother. Around christmas time as well, Orange had a kid of his own, him being the youngest of the three in the house really set things into perspective. Jean Luc (her lowkey annoying washed up celeb of a roomate who gets his french 'oui oui' out of his pants every five minutes) was starting to fall ill (he's about 78) and had to be admitted to the hospital. His life looked bleak, setting him at about one or two years (days in game) left to live. His wife was aging as well, at about 70 years old, and her husband not too far behind, and she started to realize that she herself was old. Sure she missed 10 years to illness... which places her mentally at about 39, but truthfully she is 49. She only has about 30-ish years left of her life, and she wanted to calm down a bit. She dyed her hair back to brown and even added greying streaks to make her look her age. She wants to make sure to be a good grandma to her grandkids. She doesn't want them to miss out on a grandma (or as she would differently word it herself) like Reggie did.

Currently that is all, but from my brain she has about two more hairstyles left before death so thats fun!

[random-writing-thoughts]

Thought 206 is perfection, I just love the civilian x villain pairing so much. If you ever decide to write another part I'd love to read it

Thank you so much!!! I really like writing that one. 😁😁

Thought #206.2

Previous

Warnings: swearing, talk of abuse, physical abuse

Villain and Civilian walked down the street. Talking about everything they could think of.

Favorite color...

"Blue. You can't have a bad blue." Civilian said with a big smile.

Villain smiled back. "That's my favorite color too."

"Really?" She asked excitedly.

No. Not really. I don't have a favorite color, but I like how blue makes you feel, so now it's mine.

Villain smiled and nodded, grabbing her hand.

She squeezed his hand and started pulling him down the road.

She continued talking, with great excitement, about the paintings they had seen. The techniques. The brush strokes. The artists stories.

She stopped and her eyes widened.

"I'm so sorry. I've been talking your ear off."

Villain watched as she retreated back into herself. Putting up her walls again.

Villain pulled her closer. "I love hearing you talk about art. Don't ever feel bad about talking about things you love."

She smiled and rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb. "Thank you."

"Of course." He pulled her next to him and draped his arm over her shoulder. "Now let's get you home. You've had a long day."

She sighed. "I have. I need a big bottle of wine and some ice cream."

They started walking down the road. "Done and done. Do you want to stop on the way or do you want me to grab you some after I drop you off."

She bobbled her head. "Am I being too needy if I ask you to go after you drop me off?"

He stopped walking. "No. Did your ex make you feel like you were being too needy for asking for a small thing like that?"

Her eyes darted down to the sidewalk. "Yes. He didn't even get me birthday presents. Said I was being too needy when I asked him to get me something. Even got phys..." her voice trailed off.

Villain placed a finger under her chin and lifted it up until her tear filled eyes met his.

He smiled. "That's it. I'm not leaving your side until you realize that you are worthy of love."

Civilian wiped her eyes. "Are you sure..."

"If you say 'are you sure you want to spend time with me?' I'm going to move in with you."

She laughed.

"Don't tempt me." He said pulling her into a hug.

She buried her face in his chest.

He ran a hand through her hair. "I know it's so hard to believe it, but you are worthy of love. To at least be treated with respect."

She pulled her head back and smiled up at him.

"Thank you." She pointed across the street. "We were so close to my place. I should have waited to talk about Ex till then."

She laughed and pulled away from him.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the building. "Well let's hurry in case it happens again."

They both laughed as they ran up to the building.

She let go of his hand. "I'm on the 6th floor. Bet I can beat you up there."

She turned and took off up the staircase. He chuckled and took off after her.

He caught up to her. She squealed and tried to block him from getting in front of her. He laughed and grabbed her around the waist throwing her over his shoulder.

She kicked and hit at his back playfully. He laughed and got to the sixth floor landing putting her down on her feet.

"I call that a tie." She said laughing and walking towards her apartment.

He followed her to her place and pushed the door open when she unlocked it.

It was cute. House plants in every corner. Prints of art and every kind of yarn art hung on the wall. It was cozy.

She walked in and threw her shoes and purse in the corner as she collapsed on the fluffy bean bag in the corner.

Villain looked around and found a soft blanket draped over the sofa. He threw it over her and tucked her in. Kissing her on the forehead.

"I'll be right back with your wine and ice cream. Preferences?"

She snuggled under the blankets, closing her eyes. "Moscato and cookie dough."

He nodded. "Don't fall asleep before I get back. If you do I'm going to be locked out."

She pointed at her purse. "Take the keys. Wake me up when you get back."

He smiled and looked at her small frame engulfed by the bean bag and blanket.

You deserve to be loved. I would steal the world for you Civilian.

He chuckled softly and shook his head, grabbing the keys from her purse.

A couple hours was all it took. And to think I was there to steal a painting. He paused. Which I still need to do.

He left quietly and locked her door behind him.

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Civilian heard the door close and smiled.

Who knew? Art museums for the win.

She got out from under the blankets and went to the bathroom. She took a look at herself in the mirror.

Oof girl we've had a day.

She sighed and turned on the shower. She checked her phone as she waited for the water to warm up.

She scrolled through all the missed calls, voice mails, and text messages from Best Friend and Ex.

Ex mostly switched from blaming her to yelling at her to know her place. He kept threatening terrible things and then switching to promising to be a better person.

And Best Friend was telling her she wasn't being supportive. Telling her she was supposed to be happy for her instead of being angry. Pretty much calling her a terrible person. A bitch.

She sighed.

Once steam filled the room she got undressed and hopped into the shower humming her favorite song.

She washed her face, shampooed her hair, and shaved her legs.

A loud knock sounded through out her apartment.

Didn't he take my keys?

She turned off the water and got dressed.

She finger combed through her hair as she unlocked her door.

Wait he does have the keys. How could he have...

Someone pushed the door open knocking her to the ground.

Ex stormed into her apartment with Best Friend following closely behind.

She closed the door and locked it.

"What..."

Ex bent down and grabbed her hair roughly pulling her head up until they met eyes with each other.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Think you can just ignore my calls and texts? Last I checked you're still my girlfriend."

He pulled her head back sharply.

"I didn't break up with you and you sure as hell didn't break up with me. So that means you have to follow the rules still."

Civilian grabbed at his hand weakly as tears streamed down her face.

"I also heard that you were walking around with another guy at the museum." Best Friend said walking to Ex's side.

She tapped Civilian on the nose with a clicking noise. "That makes you a cheater too. You can drop the holier than thou act bitch."

Ex's face reddened. "Who's the guy?"

Next

[kirathehyrulian]

Non-Challenge Art 😈🐍This Blue Hell🐍😈

(Please do not edit/alter. Feel free to reblog, but please do not repost. At the very least please give me credit.)

Mwhahahahah! It is done in time for Halloween!🎃 (click, right click, click open image in new tag to get a closer look on desktop)

For more art from me please check out my “myart” tag here on Tumblr. Or my  “AO3“. 👇(Art Notes and Alts below the cut) 👇

Art notes: I’ll probably put more in depth art process notes on the AO3 post when I get around to it. But anyways, I started this sketch, I wanna say, sometime in the late summer of this year, thinking it’d be something cool to do for Halloween because I rarely ever get around to doing anything holiday theme. (Mostly because the holidays are stressful and pre-planning is not my strength) But I was having a hard to completing anything art wise during that time. All I had was a sketch, messy color placement, and some of the face rendered. Then I put it on the back burner for a while.

Then the masquerade happened and I don’t want to jinx it but I think it might have got me out of my art block, I hope? Well it was kind of a double edge sword. Because the Masquerade has a limited time frame I traced the contour lines from J2 photos or Sam and Dean episode refs to save me time. And I didn’t really stop to dwell on that too much because of the deadline until after I unmasked and posted all of my stuff to AO3.

It’s probably because of the posting anxiety I always get when submitting, but for some reason divulging that part of the process made me feel like an imposter artist or like I was taking some of the magic out of what I’ve drawn. It grew to the point where I felt like I was useless.

The rational part of my brain was trying to tell me, tracing the forms from con and episode refs was just a handy tool that I employed to speed things up for the Masquerade. The stigma that some people put on tracing isn’t (word I wish I could remember), especially for hobby art. But, my negative side wasn’t shutting up.

The funny thing is that if this someone else I believe I wouldn’t have cared if they had to trace contour lines to get the art done. I would have told them, “You brought an idea to life using the resources and tools around you. It was transformative enough that it is your own art. And don’t listen to the negative thoughts telling you otherwise. You are an artist and can draw.” But, it was myself at a low period dealing with stupid fears not based on anything happening in the present. And even if someone accused me of not being an artist it would have been the opinions of the few that shouldn’t really matter in my life.

Anyways, after I moped around for a little bit, I decided to pick the boy king!Sam project back up around last Wednesday and started pouring all my time into it. I was going to prove to my negative side that I could draw freehand without tracing.

I pretty much redid the face render I had originally and then worked my way through it all. I did the face, the top part of the snake, the neck, the bottom part of the snake, the horns, the golden stick ring thing (it’s supposed to be representative of the crown of thorns), the fire, the crown, the lighting, the font, and then lastly the dripping blood.

And after completing this project I felt some of my self-esteem build up. I can draw. Maybe not as well as I want to all the time, but I can do it. I might not always complete wip’s, or complete deadlines. I might always make mistakes. But I can draw. So, Hah, negative side of my mind. Fudge you for making me questioning that.

Anyways here’s all the alts (which is just me hiding layers on the main file to showcase certain parts without the distraction of the rest of the piece):

🎶music I listened to while working on this project:

Anyways, I think that’s it.

Enjoy, if you can!♥♥♥

[muiczhing]

muichiro x sister reader fluffy angst.

do not repost or I will slap your ass with my mother's broom. Just kidding.

╰┈➤ muichiro x sister reader.

・❥・ :: angst and fluff no smut🤨.

・❥・ :: do not repost to another platform

・❥・ :: too many grammar erros and cringness please forgive me for being a cringe person.

muichiro and y/n are siblings they should be three but yuichiro died because he was protecting his siblings from a demon that wanted to eat the three of them mom and dad Muichiro and y/n parents died their mother died due to illness/sickness and their father died because he fell down to a cliff , however kagaya and Akame manage to save both of them now muichiro is an mist hashira meanwhile y/n tokito is the blood hashira. A little bit background y/n is older than muichiro y/n is already 16years old meanwhile muichiro is 14 years old , months pass by y/n received a new missions to complete however muichiro got some too but this time he need to defeat an uppermoon, infact y/n need to cut her wrist just to perform the breathing technique,

blood breathing technique forms(not official yet).

first form —

Poisonous blood

This one , the performer need to cut their wrist just to perform this poisonous blood means

Westerian poison y/n have been drinking those with shinobu kocho once a demon touched/drink y/n’s blood will die in hell.

Second form —

bloody black hole

in this form im really sorry if it's really confusing

bloodg black hole means a bloody mud will cover your body untill you suffocate and die on the black hole yet this black hole are no room.

infinity breathing techniques —

First form —

infinity strike, infinity strike means you can kill someone just in one slash , unlike raiden shogun , she has an thunder to kill signora

But in this form the strike will kill you is the black hole

[ muiczhing: hello pips im too lazy to explain more about y/n’s breathing techniques but her

Own breathing is two yes she is like tanjiro who

can master two breathings however i got lazy and decided not to make an oc or an katana for her i will try to make if im not art blocked anymore. ]

“y/n nii-san” muichiro said while dozing off again like usual muichiro keep forgetting every

thing “ahh yes??” y/n said with calm voice “uhh..i forgotten about the thing i wanted to say” muichiro said whil dozing off and clearly want to remember the thing he wanted to say “awww that's fine im gonna make you some dango Sticks ” y/n said while getting up on the chair she is setting in “ah..arigato” “also muichiro im sorry i will be gone for a while or for a week maybe a months since i got more missions to do is it fine if we can jist hang out tomorrow or right now?”y/n asked muichiro who's dozing and thinking what color is that again “oh..okay..what color is that again?”muichiro said while scratching his chin.

• — after that day — •

Y/n go to the mountain xxxxxxx xxxxxx to kill

The uppermoon 7 kakuragashi an new uppermoon with a weakest demon blood art yet can kill someone easily.

“OHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN SMELL FOOD HERE IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I HAVE GOOD FOOD~~” the demon said qhile grinning like a hungry bitch “OH A HASHIRA” the demon said “YOU'RE THE WEAKEST RIGHT?” the demon said with an sarcastic tone “so you consider you self as strong without knowing my own abilities, however i can slices your neck easily with my infinity, you're such a looser also don't worry im the strongest after all hahaha and you are the weakest.” the demon get pissed of the throw some attack on her she quickly dogge it using water breathing technique. “water breathing technique eleventh form death calm.” as she quickly slashed the demon’s head without knowing that it has a poison once you cut off his head.

“oh i see im good handling poison do you even know that you have been drinking my blood that has a poison on it?” y/n said making a smug look that made it even more worst. “damnit you bitch i will fucking hunt you” the demonsaid the turned into Ashes.

y/n woke up and just realized that she is just dreaming his favorite anime film kemitsu no yaiba , yes she is just dreaming about it “ reality hit really different , however I'm still lucky that I'm alive in this world. I wonder if demon slayer are really true.” y/n said.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - July 17

Happy Sunday!! Here’s what I read this week. Be sure to leave your author a comment or kudos if you enjoy a story! 

***Marks my recent favorites 

~*~ 

shades of hedonism by Areiton

Sometimes, he’ll see a flash of color in a bodega, in a pharmacy while he buys water for his run, and he’ll think of that drawer swimming in expensive lipstick that Tony loves, and he flushes a little. 

the safest hands are our own by Areiton

His hands are gentle, Tony thinks, and sometimes he wonders if he’s still on the drugs the terrorists gave him. 

OR:

Tony is permanently injured after a kidnapping.

Steve takes care of him.

***One-Man Army by Captain_Panda

Takes place immediately after the Chitauri attack in Avengers 1.

Steve is running himself into the ground. Tony notices.

Then Steve gets knocked down hard. And Tony intervenes.

truth be told by meidui

“What’s one thing you haven’t told me about recently?”

Breaking Even by Captain_Panda

The world loves Iron Man.

But there's a ghost still in the machine. Steve reassures him he's still the star of his own Expo.

the hundredth by meidui

Their one hundredth birthdays and one hundredth anniversary.

Some Man's Treasure by Captain_Panda

Steve overhears a conversation between Tony and J.A.R.V.I.S. about the end of time.

Also known as pre-wedding jitters, with a dash of existential dread.

mortal gods by meidui

When Gorr the God Butcher comes, they think he’s here for Thor.

lipstick, chateau, wine colour by meidui

“I’m a little tired of playing for money,” Tony says, sweeping his chips to the side. He takes off his sunglasses, tinted wine-red, and nods to the side of the room. “I wanna play for him.”

right where we are by meidui

Steve has the day off today, so after he drops off his wife at Stark Industries for the day of board meetings she’d grumbled about all morning, he decides to take care of all the chores for the week and put together a relaxing evening for her. Of course, most of these plans are thwarted when he runs into a man standing outside their loft.

on his lips (like a prayer) by ArabellaAM 

When Steve decides to travel on his old Harley to attend a friend’s wedding, the possibility of his girl leaving him stranded in a town in the middle of nowhere doesn’t even cross his mind.

Luckily for him, that town happens to have a mechanic that might be able to help him.

Calling by Captain_Panda

There's true love, and then there's "I've been reincarnated as a dog and my sole purpose is to see you one last time."

Steve Rogers fits the latter category. Or, a modified version of the film Fluke.

silent, spoiling love by ArabellaAM

In the beginning, Steve doesn’t see anything weird in it.

Or, Steve finds a confidant in Tony and he doesn't realize just how much Tony cares about what he tells him until he starts getting lots of thoughtful gifts.

To the Victor by Captain_Panda

A former prince quietly enters his local jousting tournament.

The resident jousting enthusiast is very pleased.

That's right: it's a medieval Stony!AU.

A silent storm wrecks my being, you are beloved by captainstars 

“Five thousand doubloons.” He makes his bid. Steve’s body jerks in surprise and his eyes widen when they land on Tony across the hall. He struggles against his bonds but is pulled back by the collar. Tony is going to kill every single person who laid a finger on him, and he is going to relish in it.

***wildfires in the spring by meidui 

Steve is pulled out of the ice on a summer morning in 2010.

***Unraveling by Wikketkrikket

Steve has an art block. Toni has an idea: knitting. Because maybe Steve isn’t the most Alpha-y Alpha everyone thinks he is after all.

break me, shake me, devastate me by thesurielofficial

Tony wakes up with Steve fast asleep beside him. Steve's never stayed the night before. It's time for Tony to face the music and end this.

All I want is boundless love. by Missy_dee811

“Your report,” said Steve.

Tony groaned and got up from his chair. He put his hands in his pockets and started pacing.

Steve continued, “In your report… You neglected to mention you gave me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”

Strong as Death by babesrgrs

Steve is hit with a curse that has unexpected consequences, and Tony, who's never going on a diplomatic mission ever again, has a religious experience. The sexy kind.

and time can do so much by robertdowneyjjr 

Steve Rogers has a complicated relationship with time. He's the man out of time, the man who's lost everything to time.

But then he becomes friends with Tony Stark, whose love language is quality time. And that's exactly what Steve needs to find a place in this century.

[rexsplode-is-awesomesauce]

“Wait! I’m not ready!” TickleTale TK Fic

I can’t stop writing TK fics based off of prompts lord help me

TK sans belongs to https://href.li/?https://www.deviantart.com/ghastimafrix/gallery/52054943/ocs-muses 

And Ink belongs to @comyet

TW: Tickle fic. If you don’t like it, please scroll! It is 100% SFW!

“I’m so bored,” the colorful skeleton sighed, lying in a star-position on the floor of his living-room. Well, not his living-room, per se– one of the Alternate Universe Sans he visit’s room, Tick.  “Aren’t you supposed to be like– all creative? You could draw somethin’… or somethin’.” The pink skeleton smirked, his head resting on his hand, which was perched atop the side of the couch.

“Well!- it’s not that easy, Tick!” Ink retorted, crossing his arms. “It’s like– I don’t know– I’m dry of creativity.” 

“Dry of creativity?” Tick chuckled. “That’s new. Don’t suppose there’s anything I could do?” The skeleton didn’t really think there was anything he could do to help. Sanses weren’t really known for being creative, well, except for Ink– but, if it could help his friend out of his dramatic “art–block,” he would at least try.

“Mmm, nah. Thanks though. I’ll just lay here, waiting for creativity to strike.”

Tick rolled his eyes and thought for a minute. Then, an idea struck. Honestly, Tick was surprised he hadn’t thought of this sooner.

The mischievous skeleton got off the couch, and sat right next to Ink’s body– His eyes closed, likely from boredom. “Ey, Ink,” he started, “I think I know something that will get your mind joggin’.” Tick tried not to blow his cover if he’d looked like he was up to something, so he decided to play it cool.

 “Yes, Tick? What is it?”

 Repressing a smile, Tick softly poked one of Ink’s ribs– earning a surprised jolt from ink, his body moving like a fish out of water.

Ink snapped his back up off the floor, sitting at eye level to his friend, “Ey– no,” Ink pointed at Tick accusingly, but the bossy facade the creative skeleton attempted to put off was considerably offset by the giddiness tugging at the edges of his non-existent lips. (We pretend)

“’No’ what?”

Tick poked on of Ink’s ribs again, and again– until within moments the poking turned into spidering, making Ink fall back onto the floor and try to protect his ribs, high-pitched giggles emitting from the colorful skeleton. All the while, Tick making sure Ink was comfortable and happy– he would hate to hurt his pal.

“Tihihick! Eeeehehaha!!!”

“You still haven’t answered my question, Ink!”

“Whahahat?! Whahahat quehehestion!!!”

After a few minutes Ink had successfully protected his ribs by hugging his own sides, still giggling frantically, as Tick paused to let him have a short breather.

“Well, until you remember I guess I’ll have to keep tickling you!”

As soon as Tick had noticed Ink had regain enough breath to keep going, he spared no second in jumping right back in. Only, this time, he went for Ink’s stomach– making sure his friend’s arms wouldn’t get in the way by holding them onto Ink’s chest with his own elbow.

“Wh-WhAHAHAIT– I’HIHIM NOT REHEHEA– *snort’ DEEHEEY!”

Tick immediately slowed to a stop, but not moving his position in the slightest; Ink still trapped. “No worries. Tell me when,” The skeleton teased, a cheeky smile plastered onto his face. “Wha– Noho!”

“No really, I can wait,” Tick checked his wrist as if he were wearing a watch, and proceeded to lightly drum his fingers on Ink’s stomach, making him jolt and squirm.

…

“I have noticed a severe lack of the word go– you okay back there?”

“…Yes.” It was apparent that Ink was utterly embarrassed– seeing as his face was lit with bright colors in sequence of the rainbow, which Tick could only assume to be his blush. Soon enough though, ink half-laughed, half-groaned at his predicament and gave a hefty sigh, “Gohoho ahehead.” After looking back at Ink and giving him a reassuring nod, the pink skeleton wasted no time in getting his friend to laugh; squeezing his sides, spidering his fingers up and down his stomach– you name it.  “EEEHAHAHAHA– IHIHITS SO BAHAHA– *snort* AHAHAD!!!”

“Can’t be that bad, ya big baby,” Tick retorted, giving a final squeeze to Ink’s stomach.

“Had enough? Is your motivation coming back to you?” Tick finally let’s go of Ink, sitting cross legged on the floor beside his giggling pal.

“Aha–Actually, yeah. I do feel motivated!”

“Cool. So what’s the game plan?”

Ink sat up, a mischievous glint in his eye, “Huh… let me see..” he rubbed his chin in mock concentration, “I think… THIS!”

Ink quickly jumped over to Tick, tackling him in the process, and straddling his friend’s hips.

“Ihihink– don’t you dare!” Ink rolled his eyes, as he was confident that Tick meant zero of what he just said. Nevertheless, just to tease his friend, he crossed his arms, a smug grin on his face, looking down at his giggling pal.

“I can wait~”

[hangovercurse]

I’d Drop it All for You

Pictures of you and Pete are spread all over the internet, causing a whirlwind of hate to enter your social media.

Request: “Pete content please! anything !!! smut fluff whatever”

Pete x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, depictions of depression and anxiety

A/N: *Insert normal spiel about respecting A.G. and only using her for plot purposes. No harm intended.* Also I wrote most of this after a meeting with my therapist so... enjoy :) (He’s so cute in this gif I wanna kiss his face)

Word Count: 1820

You weren’t one of those people who loved being the center of attention. You knew that being in the spotlight also meant constantly living under a microscope, and you decided a long time ago that that was not for you.

But you were lucky enough to work as an assistant art director at just 24. You were hoping that The King of Staten Island, your newest project, would help get your name out into the professional world. But that wasn’t the only thing to come out of the film.

It happened unexpectedly, you showed up on set the first day, ready to do whatever the art director required of you. You couldn’t help but be slightly distracted by the lead actor and writer, Pete Davidson. He was so kind and funny, and he wasn’t uptight like everyone else.

After a few hours of filming, he came up to you, introducing himself. He said he “wanted to get to know everyone working on the project,” but you didn’t see him introducing himself to anyone else. You two started talking during breaks. Then he started sitting with you at lunch. Then he was asking for your number.

In a matter of weeks he was asking you out to dinner, taking you to a cozy restaurant that you absolutely adored. He walked you home, his hand grazing yours until you intertwined your fingers.

It was all very romantic, so when Pete asked if he could take you on another, you obviously said yes. Flash forward two weeks and he finally got the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend, even though you were both exclusively seeing each other already.

After filming ended 2 months later, you were still working on the film in post, which meant you had an excuse to stay  in Staten Island with Pete. After about 2 weeks in post, you spent more nights in his bed than your hotel’s.

Nearly 6 months later and you were happier than ever. You were splitting your time between your small apartment in the Bronx and Pete’s basement apartment. Pete introduced you to most of his friends, and you introduced him to yours.

But other than your small circles of friends, you kept your relationship fairly quiet. Pete doesn’t have social media and yours is strictly professional, so there are no pictures of you two together. You weren’t hiding each other, you loved each other, you just had no reason to tell tabloids. And you were perfectly happy with that.

Which made it so much worse when various news sites had pictures of you two holding hands. Had they been anyone else you would’ve thought they were cute, walking along the South Beach oceanside at night.

Pete had been in the SNL studio all day when the pictures were released, while you were in his apartment, trying your best to focus on the photoset in front of you. The production team wanted the film to scream “teen romance,” which basically entails subtle pink undertones and a higher saturation. But you couldn’t quite get the coloring right, probably because you weren’t actually focusing on the colors.

You sighed, looking at the time and realizing that Pete won’t be back until sometime after 2am, which was a whole 5 hours away. You let out a huff, pushing away from the desk and making your way to Pete’s closet and searching for one of his hoodies. They always smelled like him (and weed), so it was a comfort to you.

You crashed onto the bed, finding the phone that you had tossed there a few hours earlier. Turning it on you were surprised by the number of notifications you were getting. You knew the photos had surfaced but you weren’t expecting this.

Your Instagram was blowing up with new follows, likes, and comments. It was kind of exciting at first until you started reading some of the comments.

I mean, we knew he would downgrade from Ari, but this is like… really far down.

This girl really thinks she’s special just bc Pete’s dating her. Hun he could do so much better

Who is she?!? Literally no one.

Someone needs to show her how to dress

That hairstyle is not it honey

Pete Davidson is dating YOU??? He could do sooo much better

Ari was prettier sorry not sorry

The entire comment section on your last post, a picture of you on the set of your latest film, was pretty much the same. There were some nice comments, but a lot of mean ones.

And you couldn’t help it, you couldn’t stop looking at them. It felt so cliché, but it was like all of your deepest insecurities about being with Pete were thrown out on the table.

You knew that Pete had a fairly large following, and that a lot of people had really strong feelings about him. You had expected that if and when your relationship went public you would have a lot of people watching you, scrutinizing you. But you didn’t care because Pete was worth it.

Now you weren’t so sure. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle people talking bad about you, because you definitely could, even if it hurt. You just weren’t expecting the amount of people comparing you to Ariana or saying that Pete could do so much better.

And it only bothered you so much because you felt it too. Your inner demons loved to remind you that Pete had dated Ariana fucking Grande and now he’s dating you. Anyone could see an obvious downgrade.

You turned your phone off and threw it on the opposite side of the bed, trying to think positive thoughts. “I am in control of my own thoughts and emotions. I am catching my negative thoughts and fixing them.” You murmured your therapist’s mantra to yourself, but it was too late. The thoughts had already taken hold of your mind.

Your eyes started to water as you could feel the heavy feeling in your chest set in. You pulled the hood over your head, pulling the straps to hide as much of your face as possible, and pulling your knees to your chest. You laid like that for a while, tears falling as doubts ran through your head. Once you had effectively exhausted your thoughts, you went numb. Your tears had stopped, but you couldn’t move. This wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, but it sure wasn’t pleasurable.

There was a sort of buzzing throughout your body, almost like the feeling when your foot falls asleep, but everywhere. It seemed to block out your sound, as you didn’t hear the basement door open. You only knew that Pete was home when he sat beside you on the bed, pulling the hood off your face.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” He smiled at you. You tried your best to fake one back, but you honestly couldn’t find the energy. Pete pulled you so you were sitting up, back pressed against his front. His arms wrapped around your middle as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “What’s goin on?” He murmured against your skin.

“Did you see them?” You asked, your voice quiet and hoarse.

Pete let out a sigh, “Yeah, I saw them.” He paused, his hold on you getting tighter, like he was making sure you couldn’t leave. “I’m sorry baby. I know you didn’t want it to be a whole big thing.”

You turned your head to face him, “It’s not that. I really don’t mind that people know. We weren’t trying to hide anything.”

He smiled, “Yeah, I know I just- it was nice having this to ourselves.”

He wanted to hide you. He’s embarrassed of you.

Your inner dialogue never seemed to shut up.

You turned away from Pete, trying to hide the tears forming in your eyes. “Yeah.” You whispered.

“What’s wrong, you’re still upset.” He rocked you in his arms, kissing the top of your head. You shrugged in response, not trusting yourself to talk. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

You nodded, leaning further into Pete’s chest. “People found my Instagram.” You murmured, looking down and tracing the arrow tattoo on his hand.

“Whaddya mean? I thought it was public?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

You sighed, wishing you hadn’t said anything. “Yeah, it is. But after all the articles people started following me and shit.”

“I would ask how that’s a problem but I deleted my Instagram so I can’t really talk.” You could tell he was trying to make you feel better, but you couldn’t seem to get out of your haze.

You shook your head, deciding to drop the matter. “It’s not, I’m just being overdramatic.” You sighed, putting on a fake smile and facing him fully. “Wanna watch a movie?” You asked, trying to change the topic.

He gave you the I-know-you’re-bullshitting-me look, which made you look down. “Something’s bothering you, Y/N. And you’re trying to pretend it doesn’t because you think your feelings aren’t valid, but they are.” He tilted his head, trying to meet your eyes that were still trained on the bedsheets below you.

“Where’d you learn that one?” You chuckled half-heartedly.

“Rehab part 2” he smiled, hand coming to your jaw to tilt your head up. “C’mon, talk to me. I wanna help.”

You huffed, moving towards the opposite side of the bed where your phone laid. You opened it, finding your Instagram, and showing him the comments. His eyebrows furrowed as he scrolled through the comments. When he decided he’d had enough he put your phone down, grabbing your waist and lifting you onto his lap so you were essentially straddling him.

He leaned his forehead against your own, your noses touching. “That’s all bullshit, you know that, right?”

You looked down, biting your lip. “Y/N you’re the most amazing, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, okay? I’m in love with you, not anyone else.” Pete’s eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out what was going on in your head.

“I know.” You sighed, “It’s just hard to be with you and not compare myself to her. And then all these people started to do it too, and they kept saying that you could do so much better and you can. So, I dunno I guess I just kind of spiraled.”

Pete captured your lips in a long, passionate kiss. “Y/N. There is literally no better than you. I can’t do better because you are the best woman I have ever loved. “

You pulled Pete in for another kiss. “Thank you, Pete. I love you.”

“I love you too. If this happens again, I want you to call me. I don’t care what I’m doing, I’d drop it all for you.” You smiled, sitting in the arms of the guy you loved. The thoughts didn’t just magically go away, but for a brief moment in time, you were happy.