#I had a coloring page heheh

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Scarecrow Minimalist Wallpapers

(okay, so it's just a coloring without the line art, and looks messy but I thought it looked rad saldjlas)

[thekinslayed]

His Most Diligent Student

summary | Aemond helps his twin practice High Valyrian with the most peculiar of methods. (based on this request.)

pairing | aemond targaryen x twin sister!reader

tags | 18+, MINORS DNI! cunnilingus, the pussy eating champ eats it from the back hehehe, incest, no plot just two hornballs

wordcount | 1.4k

note | the passages are from fire & blood, translated into high valyrian with a translator and a dictionary. i do not claim those as mine, those are all grrm's work! also, apologies for any mistranslations!

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated! (divider graphic is from this website)

“S-se ānogar hen zaldrī…zes ēdruta u-umbagon vok…”  (The blood of the dragon must remain pure.) 

It would only take a little more force than the white-knuckle grip you had on the aged tome to rip the pages apart. Your forehead was beaded with sweat, and your thighs shook restlessly as you kneeled on your feather mattress. A fire was being stoked in between, fed by the ferocious licking of your brother’s tongue. With a particularly delicious rub of the hot muscle between your folds, you ceased your reading of the Conqueror’s reign with a whimper, digging your forehead into the plush mattress. 

Aemond’s calloused hands squeezed the ample flesh of your thighs at your pause in warning. “Gaomagon pikīptas. Nyke gōntan daor ivestragon ao naejot keligon, gōntan nyke?” he scolded, tutting when your hips wriggled to make him continue. (Keep reading. I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?)

“Kostilus, lēkia,” you pleaded, craning your head back to meet his good eye. (Please, brother.)

He had stood back to his full height, looming over your bent-over form like a shadow. You must look like a fool, with your flushed face and frowning lips. Your skirts were a crumpled mess around your hips, the ribbons in your stockings loosening their grip on the thin fabric with his every grope and squeeze. No doubt your hair was a mess, baby hairs of silver stuck to your hairline, and the illustrious braids your handmaiden had meticulously pinned together messed from how you had rolled around with Aemond in your sheets prior to this predicament. 

He had been teasing you relentlessly for what felt like hours now. It started with an innocent request to help you practice your High Valyrian. After all, there was none more capable of teaching your blood’s mother tongue than he. You had settled on his lap, just as he always wanted, starting on the first pages of Aegon’s Conquest, but then his hands began to wander. 

One slithered down your waist, past your skirts to settle on your inner thigh, while the other squeezed at your bosom through the fabric of your dress. You had tried to ignore him and his ways, focusing on the foreign glyphs that detailed the journeys of your forebears. But Aemond was persistent. One thing led to another, and you ended up on all fours on your bed, your twin’s tongue prodding deep into your cunt behind you, all the while bidding you to keep your eyes focused on the tome. 

“Se Dēmalion Āegenko i… iksin sētegon lēda perzys—”

“Perzys. Roll your r’s.”

You bit your lip painfully at the delicious rumble of his voice against your folds. He was enjoying this, evidently so. You could hear it in the dark color of amusement in his tone, poorly masked by the sternness in his instruction. “Se Dēmalion Āe–āegenko iksin sētegon lēda– ah! P-perzys se korzion se ossȳngnon, i–issa vestās.” (The Iron Throne was forged with fire and steel and terror, it is said.) Your cheeks burned with frustration, or pleasure; you weren’t sure. The quivering in your voice was undeniable, and you swore you were growing cross-eyed the further Aemond’s tongue slithered into your walls. “Aemond, please. I can’t…” you whined, subtly grinding your hips backward against his face. He merely hummed, sending another spark shooting up your spine.

“Finish the page, and I will grant you reprieve,” Aemond promised, his soft voice urging you with no speck of harshness. Large, calloused hands comfortingly caressed the smooth span of your arse’s cheeks, rough from his time wielding a sword. Your twin, the other half of your soul. His edges may have grown rough over the years, but you cherished him all the same. You were dragons bound by fire, destined to burn together. The realm may quiver at the menacing sight of him and his war dragon, but fear was never something you felt for your Aemond. “Would you like that, my light?”

Your silver tresses swayed with your fervent nod. Where yours were waved with curls similar to mother’s, Aemond’s shiny locks were straightened with a hot comb every morn. He had you do it for him most days, much preferring the gentle, homely feel of your touch than that of his servant’s. Attached to the hip you both were, just as you always had been.

With a renewed fire in your chest, you picked up the book that had fallen from your hands, gripping the worn leather tight. Your chest was heaving, brows furrowed in concentration to get through the last page. You were halfway through, with only a few more passages to accomplish. You willed yourself to focus, trying your hardest to ignore the building warmth deep in your belly.

"Iksis sȳrkta naejot forestall bēsīmonāzmi naejot dīnagon zirȳ ilagon," you read, enunciating each syllable to your brother's approval. (It is better to forestall rebellions than to put them down.)

Ever delighted to relish in your torment, his tongue teased you with progressively quicker flicks the more you read. It threatened to derail you, made you want to roll your eyes back as another moan bubbled in your chest. Your throat was growing drier by the second, gut stirred by the sounds of wet slurping between your thighs. With the last section of words left, Aemond’s fingers found your pearl. Tight circles were rubbed into your nubbin, causing you to accidentally bite down on your tongue in the chaotic swirl of pleasure fogging your better thinking. Tears beaded in the corners of your purple orbs, pooling to overflow down your cherry-colored cheeks. 

“Īles iderēptis b-bona se ēlī vēttir hen… hen tegun iksin se dārys lyks.” (It was decreed that the first law of the land was the King's Peace.) 

The ancient tome was thrown off to the side with little regard for its importance. Your hand reached back to grip Aemond’s hair, pressing his face even deeper into your cunt. The thought of suffocating your other half bared little weight in your mind, addled with the addicting desire of chasing your release. You were humping his face like a lioness in heat, rocking yourself back and forth into his aquiline nose. Your toes clenched in your stockings at the bubbling heat rising to your chest, warming you in your green gown.

Moans bounced off the decorated walls of your chambers, audible to none but the ghosts and the rats. You shrugged the collar of your garments in haste, ringed hands fondling your own breasts and pinching your buds to spur yourself further into release. With a particularly harsh tug of Aemond’s fingers on your bundle of nerves, you came with a cry of his name. His tongue never grew tired of its ministrations, lapping up every drop of your pearly essence like a man starved. 

There was a pleasant buzz in your temples in the aftermath, limply plopping down onto your back. Aemond smiled down at you in satisfaction, rubbing the outside of your thighs comfortingly. “Well done. You have made significant improvement, hāedar.” His praise made you smile, lifting the round apples of your cheeks. A dreamy sigh escaped your lips at the soft kiss he planted on your forehead, followed by a pat on your hair. “I will come visit you again on the morrow so we may work on it some more. Perhaps we might get to Jaehaerys’ reign, yes?”

You lifted yourself to kneel before his standing figure, before wrapping your arms around his trim waist. “I shall look forward to it, lēkia,” you responded, snuggling into his chest. The kisses he bestowed on your hairline were sweet, a greater pleasure to have in his warm embrace. You tilted your head to meet his gaze, mirroring the fond smile on your twin’s lips. No other place in the world felt better than being in Aemond’s arms, you had known this throughout your life. It has been proven through time, with the countless moments you had sought his embrace, only his. Many nights have been spent sneaking into each other’s chambers so he may hold you while you slept, propriety be damned. It was always meant to be this way. The blood of two dragons only burned brighter together after all. 

“Stay diligent in your practice, sister. A better reward shall await you once I deem you deserving.”

His words made you raise your eyebrows, the devilish smirk on his feline pout piquing your curiosity. You had opened your mouth to voice your inquiry, but instead, your hand was taken into his, lowered to rest on the bulge in his trousers. His clothed cock twitched under your palm, stiff and large. Your smile only widened at his implications, teeth catching your lower lip as the warmth in your eyes melted into something of hunger. 

Emboldened, you rubbed the soft cotton of Aemond’s trousers, giggling at his sharp inhale from a small squeeze. You bestowed a kiss on the corner of his lips, before pressing your forehead against his. Your dragon’s perfect nose nudged into yours, silently asking for more.

“Iksan aōha olvie pāsābari jollōriros. Nyke kessa mazverdagon ao hostas, lēkia.” (I am but your most diligent student. I shall make you proud, brother.)

[tiredsmashbros]

THURSDAY - .... um...?

well would you look at that. the blue bitchass is beginning to give up... how wonderful doing a party ain't easy don't try this at home-

WELL... since... SMG4 isn't going to announce something cool, i um, will! similar to the 1K birthday party last year on thursday, i'll show an itty bitty wip update once more on:

LIPBITE PART 3!!

since i already teased lil bit from this page a few days ago, i thought might as well show the whole thing!! obviously not final, but very close to it. frankly i've been meaning to have this next part done before 2025, yet i kept getting really sick, and having to manage several projects and irl issues/events. hopefully within my last spring semester i can continue working little by little but i can't genuinely guarantee a date. other than later this year LMAO. but what i CAN guarantee is i'm making sure its as great- maybe even better than pt2 as i'm putting a little more effort and thought from improving the past few months. alas, it is slowly in the works and reminder to folks i AM in my senior year and will be graduating THIS SPRING!! yippee!!! hopefully, after this event i can get back to prioritizing this one as i slowly get back to college. either way, once its done, i hope you guys will enjoy it as much as i do and hopefully the wait will be somewhat worth it. until then, wait patiently fuckers /silly

BUT THATS NOT ALL!!

since obviously that one sketch above ain't going be enough

here's a bunch of other things i've worked on during my fall semester that seems pretty cool and relevant but never uploaded on here !!

this is a illustration piece i made for my screen printing class! with the printed one being off from the reference since i put the color order wrong LMAO and i also wanted to experiment how chaotic i could make it hehehe. kinda shy to share this piece in particular, but its honestly one of my favorites i've done, so theres no harm in sharing

the same class, but as 1/3 of my final, i had to make books! but because i'm horrible with using pins and too picky with paper + string alignment, i thought it would be best i do... well... a very silly collage-like project xDDD buTT!! this one taking the opportunity to make a cool TSB book!!!

lastly, something even more crazy, another final from one of my other classes... a kickstarter.

BUTT PLEASE LET ME STATE THAT THIS IS FAKE AND PURELY MADE FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES. I AM SOLELY SHARING FOR FUN AND ENTERTAINMENT. THIS ISN'T REAL WHATSOEVER AND VERY LIKELY WONT EVER BE.

okay legal reasons out of the way-

i've shared this with very few people on my server, HOWEVER, instead of me being in control what you can and can not see, i've decided to just let it out for people to see the silly jokes and additions around the page i've made on your own free will, and additionally to help folks get a more semi-direct answer to what TSB story is to those who haven't caught up or confused! a win-win lmao

welp. time's nearly up for me so i will flee for now. hopefully this satisfied some interested despite not being TOO grand, but just small silly goodies for the day.

but if you're still reading this, all i gotta say is tomorrow is a more special day. something i'm very proud of and hope ya'll will enjoy 🍔

[nelumbonuciferagaertn]

Prune Juice Cookie (CookieRun: Kingdom) x Reader

Relationship: Romantic with Prune Juice Cookie

Summary: The reader give him rare ingredients harvest by themself/himself/herself.

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You ran, and ran, and ran again, trying to escape the monster hunting you down. You had reached your goal: taking a dragon scale. However, you hadn't planned for the fact that you would wake it up. Okay, maybe you had a plan, but, you see, you're actually in the middle of putting it into action now. Yeah, your only idea for escaping a millennial dragon was to rely on your little, weak legs. You don't know how you're still alive, but you are. And if you want to stay that way, you have to keep using every part of your body.

You run, jump, dodge, step over obstacles, and somehow manage to reach — not without difficulty — a safe place. You take a moment to catch your breath, but you're still buzzing with adrenaline, way too excited to stay still.

You squat down and place your knapsack in front of you. You take out a book and flip it open to the pages marked with post-its in your favorite color. You check if you have all the ingredients, your gaze flickering nervously between the book and your bag. Everything’s here. You were way too excited to hand over your hard-earned ingredients to Prune Juice Cookie and then go home to rest and nurse your scratches. So, without further hesitation, you head straight to your favorite Cookie's house.

When you arrive, you open the door and wander between the aisles, heading straight for Prune Juice's potion workshop (if you can call it that). When you push open the door, you give a little more force than you intended, and it slams violently against the wall, startling the Cookie who was mischievously stirring a mixture in his cauldron.

The delicious scent of prune juice fills your senses and instantly relaxes you. You think you might have really scared him, because he looks at you as if you were the terrible dragon you had just escaped from.

"Do you think I welcome savages into my home?" he says, adjusting his hat properly.

"Sorry, I can't contain my energy..." you notice you're speaking slower than usual, and your whole body feels heavy. The sofa you had set up for yourself, for watching Prune Juice prepare his potions, calls to you, and you can't stop your legs from moving toward that irresistible artifact (and yes, still talking about the sofa, not the Cookie, hehehe...). Meanwhile, Prune Juice Cookie starts stirring the potion again in slow, circular movements.

"I'm just very excited!" you continue, flopping onto the couch.

"Is that a reason to interrupt me during a meticulous preparation?" He turns to you — only to see you already fast asleep, clutching your knapsack.

Prune Juice Cookie sighs. Examining you, he notices the injuries covering your body. He leaves you alone for a moment, then returns with the Bookseller’s Monocle. Peering through the crystal-clear lens, he makes your injuries disappear one by one. Then he removes his cape and gently drapes it over you, lingering just a little too long, watching your peaceful face.

Two hours pass before you finally wake up. Slowly regaining consciousness, you sit up.

"Did you sleep well?"

You blush lightly.

"Is it my fault your house smells so... soporific?"

"No, but it is your fault for showing up here obviously exhausted and injured," he scolds.

You lower your head and mumble a small "sorry." Prune Juice sighs again and says:

"Anyway, how did you get hurt in the first place?"

This simple question reignites all your previous excitement. You suddenly leap from the couch and dash up to him, stopping less than a meter away, surprising him again.

"In fact, I didn't hurt myself all alone!"

"Luckily, otherwise you’d really be a lost cause."

You deliberately ignore the jab.

"Well, I brought you some presents!"

You hold out your satchel and press it against his chest. He takes it, eyeing you suspiciously, then finally opens it. As soon as he lays eyes on the contents, his pupils start to glow. He abruptly looks up at you, stammering.

"H-How did you get this? Did you seek it alone?! No, that's too dangerous, only an unconscious Cookie would do that... How much did you pay?"

"A brave Cookie like me doesn’t need money!" you say proudly.

You think you might have broken him, because he's just standing there, staring at you with his mouth slightly open. He shakes his head to snap out of it. With a giggle, you start explaining:

"First step: steal one of your books gathering all kinds of magical ingredients."

He gives you a look that's both doubtful and annoyed.

"Then, make a list of all the interesting ones. Don’t forget to do some research, scout for the ingredients, prepare strategies to collect them, and plan the order based on their storage capacity. And finally, I picked them! It took me so long, more than four months!... Hope you like it!"

"Like it?! Do you even realize how rare some of these ingredients are?! Of course you do, you read my notes."

"Thanks for that, by the way! It helped a lot in choosing the relevant ones. You're really brilliant, you know!"

"Of course I am!" he answers, looking away, pretending to be more interested in the bag’s contents. As he does, he spots a flask full of honey among the Bell Pepper BoltPairs and a pouch full of Ash Moonstone. He pulls out the flask, gives it a gentle shake, opens it, and takes a deep breath.

"Is that... a flask of Dear Honey!? How? The Queen Bee only gives her mellifluous nectar to those who prove genuine love."

"Yep! I don’t really know why she let me take her honey. I just told her I wanted to gather ingredients for a precious friend who loves brewing potions."

Maybe you lied a little. No big deal — you didn’t just call Prune Juice Cookie a "friend," after all. That was probably why the Queen gave you her blessing.

Prune Juice, who is no fool, quickly realizes that if you mentioned him to the Queen Bee, it means you might feel something... stronger than friendship. He can't finish that thought, too embarrassed. He mumbles:

"Is it me, or is it getting warmer here?"

"You said something?" you ask, tilting your head.

"Ah, you brought a Bitter Lime Piece!"

"I know you like your potions bitter, hehe."

"That's very kind of you," he says, starting to organize the new ingredients.

You skip closer, almost dancing, proud and satisfied, knowing you definitely touched him with your gift — and thankfully so, after so much effort. You stand next to him, just a little behind. The prune scent is even stronger from here. You rummage through your bag again, grab a random ingredient, and offer it to him. He looks at you before resting his hand on the box you're holding — touching your hand in the process.

"I'm really happy you like it! Truly."

You stay like that, gazing at each other for several seconds. Then he moves away to place the box on a shelf, murmuring a thank you.

"I’d love to stay longer, but after all these adventures, it’s getting late. I must go home. See you tomorrow!"

He doesn’t even have time to respond — you’re already gone, leaving him alone, his arm still awkwardly raised. He stands there motionless for a few minutes before adjusting his hat, as if trying to hide a (slightly purple) blush on his cheeks. Then he sighs, muttering about how reckless you are. When he finally finishes putting away all the gifts, he notices the book lying next to the satchel on the table. Curious, he flips it open to the pages marked with post-its he definitely doesn’t remember placing.

Indeed, they were yours. They were filled with notes like "Could be interesting to give," "No chance, it's too late to harvest this flower," "Such a cute plant <3." On the Bitter Lime Piece page, there's even a sticky note that says "This one reminds me of him!" making him pause longer. Some pages are also filled with doodles — a cute version of you, or a cartoonish drawing of him with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. That makes him chuckle, though he can't stop himself from muttering "absurd."

The last post-it makes Prune Juice Cookie’s heart skip a beat:

"I really hope he’ll love my gift. I prepared it with all my love!"

He slams the book shut with a loud thud.

"H-How can you turn everything into... into a sentimental scene?! You... you stupid adorable thing!" he huffs, his voice cracking halfway.

He pauses.

"How do you make me feel like this?"

Glancing around nervously, as if someone might be spying on him, he slowly, almost reverently, reopens the book.

He treats it as though it were something sacred, or forbidden... something too precious to touch, yet impossible to resist.

His curiosity — and perhaps something softer — wins again.

Meanwhile, you’re not doing much better having a full fangirl meltdown alone in your bedroom.

***

Note: I made a reader so sweet <3

[shadowsegregious]

some jammy n pip i swear i didnt forget ab them 🩷💙i wanted to add some fun facts pages!!! so theyre under the cut

sorry if the questions are lame/generic 😭

Favorite movie?

🍓OH, FOR SURE LEGALLY BLONDE. ELLE WOODS IS TOTALLY KICKASS!

🫐 hm…i think i like a goofy movie. i like the music. or probably bridge to terabithia.

Favorite colors?

*They glance at each other, amused.

🍓BLUE!

🫐pink.

*For some reason you feel as though you’re not in on the joke…

Favorite book?

🍓UM, WELL LEMME THINK…I WOULD HAVE TO SAY “SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY: COCO CHANEL.” I PICKED IT UP THINKING IT WOULD BE MORE ABOUT FASHION LIKE MY MAGAZINES, BUT IT TURNED OUT TO BE A NONFICTION DRAMA!!! IT’S SUCH AN INTERESTING TALE ABOUT SUCH A MYSTERIOUS PERSON!!

🫐i like my archie comics. my copy of “the physics of everyday things.”

Favorite song?

🍓GIRLFRIEND BY HEMLOCKE SPRINGS!! IT HAS SUCH A FUN BEAT IT JUST MAKES ME WANNA GET UP AND DANCE!

🫐another believer by rufus wainwright. feels right.

Biggest fear?

🍓JEEZ, I’M NOT SO SURE! I PRIDE MYSELF ON BEING AS BRAVE AS I CAN BE!! (ESPECIALLY FOR MY LITTLE BROTHER OVER THERE, EHEH) BUT I THINK I WOULD HAVE TO SAY…BEING FORGOTTEN? MAYBE THAT’S A BIT TOO DREARY.

🫐…

*It looks like he doesn’t want to say.

Any hobbies?

🍓MY BROTHER AND I QUITE ENJOY BAKING! IT'S JUST SOMETHING WE HAVE ALWAYS DONE TOGETHER. HE ALSO LIKES TO DRAW AND HE IS INCREDIBLE AT IT! YOU SHOULD SEE HIS ARTWORK!!!

🫐jeez, pip...

*Jam is blushing a harsh indigo.

🍓HEHEH, I'M SORRY, BROTHER. I ALSO LOVE TO DO MY OWN MAKEUP AND CREATE CLOTHING! I FOUND AN OLD SEWING MACHINE AT THE DUMP ONCE BUT IT DOESN'T WORK ANYMORE. OH WELL!

Any regrets?

🍓HM..I ONCE WENT TO SEE A MTT SHOW LIVE. I REALLY WANTED TO ASK THEM FOR AN AUTOGRAPH BUT HAD GOTTEN..ADMITTEDLY A BIT NERVOUS AND INSTEAD WENT HOME! SUCH A SHAME REALLY.

*Jam pulls you aside.

🫐hey, don't tell him anything, but i totally got that poster for 'em. gyftmas this year is gonna be awesome, heh.

[cinnamostar]

lotus

pairing : seungmin x gn!reader

summary : how do you save a failing relationship?

wc : 921

cw : established relationships, angst, sadness, a touch of fluff, not proof read

a/n : hehehe ok i ended up getting inspired again! let me know what you guys think!!!! also hehe lotus flowers can represent rebirth/new beginnings btw >:3

wilted petals laid across the counter, the color they once held greying out as the dried edges chipped away over time. the flowers that once blossomed beautifully in its porcelain vase had long died out, the life that once coursed through it left without a trace, leaving behind the depressing, unsightly death of a flower. the few petals that remained clung onto the stem of the flower in a desperate attempt to hold onto life, yet their grip would eventually loosen as it weathered its painstakingly slow demise, signifying the end of its life cycle. their reluctance to let go was pitiful, yet it felt like the bouquet of dying flowers now only mocked you and served as a cruel metaphor of the state of your relationship.

months had gone by, the fiery passion that once ignited the love story you and seungmin wrote had been put out, leaving behind only a trail of ash and soot that covered every inch of your hands. the pages of this novel was slowly ripping at its seams, the book thinning out as you desperately thumbed through it, praying to find a clue on how to rekindle this dying romance. except your touch would leave behind cinders on each page, the words you hopelessly searched through now becoming illegible.

you both had become complacent, completely forgoing the smallest details of maintaining a healthy relationship which ultimately whittled down the foundation of your love. the cracks had become more apparent, the soullessness behind each action was undeniable, and you were both becoming exasperated as you tried to keep up appearances to one another, not willing to admit there was a growing issue that needed to be addressed. they say ignorance is bliss, but the tension between you two hung heavily and was gradually drowning you, and it was about time for one of you break to the surface to catch your breath.

tonight, you and seungmin were sitting across each other at the dinner table, quietly eating the take out food you ordered. it was upsettingly silent, not a single exchange of words and only the sound of your utensils scrapping against your plates could be heard.

what was the point of this anymore? why had you both accepted this new norm without a fight? had you both become use to each others presence? were you both too afraid to face the possibility of loneliness? did he even still love you?

these questions had occupied your mind for months, the number of them growing as the aching feeling your heart once suffered from had slowly become numbing.

should you say something? right now? interrupt the faux peace that you two had become accustomed to?

maybe, maybe not. it was all too daunting to not know where that conversation would leave, but you also no longer wanted to live with never ending misery. something had to be done.

“do you still love me?” you whisper, your voice quivering with trepidation, bracing yourself for his response.

seungmin looks up from his meal, his piercing gaze meeting yours, uncertainty and fear in hiding behind his stoic expression. he lets out a heavy huff, nodding his head as he took in your words, “of course i do. do you still love me?”

“yes, always,” you respond, your face softening at his confirmation, “but… what happened to us?”

he didn’t need you to further explain yourself, the few words you spoke carried the weight of your sadness as he reflected on the state of your deteriorating relationship. “im not sure,” he sighs, “im sorry.”

you swallow thickly as a lump of your emotions manifests in your throat, “im sorry too,” tears begin to prick your eyes, “what do we do?”

“i don’t know.”

“i don’t know either.”

the uncomfortable, familiar silence returns in its place as you each gaze longingly at the other. what was there to do? there was no guide book on how to salvage the skeleton of a relationship, the tendrils of love thinning out as they weakly held your hearts together.

seungmin clears his throat, as if to disperse the tensity in the atmosphere, “do you want to keep trying?”

you bit the inside of your cheek anxiously, “i do, but what if it doesn’t work out?”

“then at least we can say we tried our best,” he hums, mindlessly poking his food with his fork, “i wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if i didn’t try.”

“okay,” you nod meekly, “let’s try again.”

“when was the last time i took you out on a date?” he asks, pain evident in his voice upon making this realization.

“i don’t even remember,” you tearfully answer, looking away from seungmin’s eyes as his began to glaze over with anguish.

“i see,” he whispers to himself with a sniffle, “let’s start there then.” he forces a weak smile, feebly holding onto the bit of hope he rediscovered, “let’s remember why we fell in love in the first place, okay? let’s go to the ice cream shop we went on for our first date tomorrow. how does that sound?”

you look back at him, a touched smile that sent butterflies down seungmin’s abdomen, a smile he didn’t realize how much he missed, “i’d like that very much.”

the very next day, when you woke up to get ready for your date, the withering flowers had be replaced with flourishing lotus flowers. a small note scrawled with seungmin’s handwriting laid next to it:

here’s to a new beginning. i love you.

[tumb1rblogofworship]

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uhh idk if people will get mad at me ( cause helpol people dont like fandoms around the gods from what ive seen ) but I drew people from Epic the Musical!!

thats Circe : D the colored one is Iris ! on the back of the page I drew Aeolus and on the bottom I drew Siren-Penelope! I had fun, but I hope I dont get people upset! more drawings below! ALSO, I drew Lady Artemis during class and- RAHHHH I LOVE IT!! will post later tho, just the ones in my book i have currently!

(also if anyone could help me get better at drawing, literally any tips are appreciated and encouraged!!!)

Also the little poem thing is something made by a friend of mine!! Also also (a lot of alsos hehe) I made Apollo the first one in my book!! heheh YAY!!!

[angelbaby-fics]

i just saw requests are open so sorry if it’s too late to ask!!!

could i request something along the lines of Daddy!Stucky with a little who loves coloring/drawing/crafts and Steve usually does them with the reader cause he’s artsy but he’s not home so she asks Bucky to do it with her, but he’s not artsy so he’s hesitant but he obviously still does it cause that’s his baby. And it turns out he’s really good at it and has tons of fun

(sorry i just kinda word dumped i hope that made sense)

🩰

Masterpiece

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Okay, first of all can we just appreciate this gif??? he looks so pretty & squishy & i just wanna kiss him all over hehehe 💕 anyways i really really love this idea!!! and i had a lot of fun writing it! :D so i hope you have a good time reading it 💕

When it came to artistry, your daddy was your idol. Steve had been drawing since he was very young, very long ago, and so he was rather good at it. You loved to color alongside him, each drawing the same subject and comparing your masterpieces when you were finished. You were so mesmerized by the way he intuitively connected one line with another, visualizing the whole picture in his head as he brought it to life on the paper. Steve always told you that yours was better, and even though you knew he had to say that because he was your daddy, the compliment still made you beam. 

You’d recently gotten a brand new sketchbook, and you were hopping with excitement to fill it up with art. When you woke up that morning, the first thing you did as you tumbled out of bed was grab your bucket of markers in one hand, sketchbook in the other as you sprinted out to the living room. You scanned the room for Steve, drinking his morning coffee on the couch like he usually was. But he wasn’t there today. Instead, Bucky was on the couch, and he looked up from his book as you burst into the room.

“Good morning, pumpkin,” he said with a loving smile. “Where dada?” You asked, your artistic tunnel vision making you ignore your Baba completely. “Well hello to you too,” Bucky said with a cheeky grin. “Daddy’s gotta work today, so you’re stuck with me, muffin!”

“Oh, okay.” You said, putting down your art supplies and joining Bucky on the couch. You tried to hide your disappointment - you loved spending time with Bucky after all - but you’d been so looking forward to drawing with Steve that day. “What’s wrong, doll, don’t you like me?” Bucky joked.

“Of course! But… wanted to draw.” You replied, whispering the last part. It was no secret that Steve was the one you always drew with, and Bucky played the role of a high end art dealer or a museum curator when you were ready to display your work. You’d never drawn with him, and you weren’t opposed to it, but it just wasn’t something you were used to. “Well I could try to draw with you if you’ll let me, sugar.” Bucky suggested, hoping to still salvage your perfect day. 

“Really?” You asked.

“Sure! In fact, why don’t you teach me how, since you’re the one who’s good at all this art stuff.”

That about changed everything. You were more than eager to teach your Baba a new skill, feeling quite proud of yourself being the highest authority on art in the family now that Steve was away. You tore a page out of your sketchbook and placed it on the coffee table in front of Bucky. Then, grinning mischievously, you dumped your bucket of markers out onto the table. Bucky’s eyes widened at the mess, knowing it would more than likely be him cleaning it up when you were finished, but this was simply part of your artistic process.

“It's good to have all the colors in front of you so you know which one to use next!” You explained.

Bucky didn’t see why you couldn’t have all the markers in front of you in the bucket, but he decided it was best not to argue with an expert. You picked up your first color, dark green, and motioned for your Baba to do the same. You’d easily decided on a simple topic for his first picture, something simple. A scene in the park. It had all the components of a classic coloring picture: trees, grass, birds, butterflies, and anything else your heart desired. 

Once you explained the concept to Bucky, the two of you got to work. Your face down, you were laser focussed on your own artwork. You never once popped your little head up to check on Bucky’s progress. The same couldn’t be said for him, however. Your Baba glanced over every few minutes, smiling to himself at your concentrated face, tongue poking slightly out of your lips as you determinedly colored in each blade of grass and tree leaf. If only he could get you to focus this hard on cleaning your room. Only when you’d finally completed your work did you break your concentration, setting down your final marker with a flourish as you looked up expectantly at Bucky, waiting for the praises to start.

But something caught your eye.

Bucky’s sheet of paper, sitting just in front of him on the table, was an explosion of colors. Abstract shapes swirled into the familiar forms of trees and flowers, but only when you squinted. The sky was purple, the grass was red, the trees burst with fiery orange leaves. Your brow furrowed; this art was gorgeous, but it made no sense. 

“You drawed that?” You whispered in awe.

“Yeah, you like it, babydoll?” Bucky asked proudly.

“It's so pretty and crazy!” You said, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Bucky chuckled. “Is that a good thing?”

You nodded eagerly, not wanting him to think you were insulting his talent. 

“How did you even think of that, Baba?” You asked, shocked at his unconventional approach. It had never occurred to you to portray things in a way other than what you considered normal. Bucky had opened a whole new world for you. 

“I don’t really know, it just came to me.” He replied modestly. “Do you wanna try?”

Bucky offered up a clean sheet of paper to you.

When Steve came home a few hours later, he wasn’t greeted at the door as usual with a kiss from Bucky and you jumping into his arms. Normally your absence would make his heart race, but it only took him a minute to turn the corner and see the two of you, his husband and his precious baby, working hard together over a piece of paper. A rainbow rendition of Steve’s famous shield, the star in the center made up of tiny swirls and dots. He already knew he’d treasure this masterpiece forever.

[queenofbaws]

! Pride Month Challenge 2024 !

Well hi there, everyone! With May winding down to a close and June just around the corner, it's about that time again...the time where @jadedsunshine, @unicornaffair, and I host our yearly create-a-thon! 🥳

What's the Pride Month Challenge, you might find yourself asking? Well, this year it's a little bingo game we've put together, featuring some classic tropes. The aim of this particular game? Make something!!! Anything! Just get those creative juices a-flowin' and see if you can snag a B-I-N-G-O along the way!

This challenge is open to everyone and anyone who wants to take part, whether you know the three of us or not! We're going to be using the tag #pridemonthchallenge2024 for the stuff we create, so if you decide to join in on the fun and games, feel free to stick that tag on whatever you make, too! If you're interested in more details, you can check below the cut or reach out and ask ;)c

Either way, happy almost-pride, and happy creating!!!

I don't write fic - can I still participate?

Ab. So. Lutely!!! We've done this challenge for a few years now (we've missed a year or two for weddings and other life stuff, whoops!), but in the past we've had people doodle, sketch, draw, make edits, create props or other physical art, and even curate playlists! The three of us are writers, so you're very likely to see fic or ficlets from us...but you? Oh. Oh, you can do whatever your heart desires!!!

Are there word limits/expectations for a finished product?

NO!!! :D Zero. Literally zero expectations. We aren't putting together an exchange, we aren't holding a competition, we're just trying to get the spirit of creation in the air. That's it! So whether you're writing 50 words or 5,000, whether you've made a rough sketch on a notebook page or fully lined/colored a scene, you're good! You're so good. As long as you've made something, you've earned a stamp on that bingo card, baby!!!

What if I don't want to do something fandom-y? Can it be OCs/original work?

OF COURSE!!! 100%. You don't even have to ask!!! Show the world your OCs! Tell the world about your story's worldbuilding! It's all fair game :)

What if I don't want to post what I made?

Don't sweat it! Again, this is...the farthest thing from official. This is for fun, and this is for the sake of making something. Sharing your work can be nerve-wracking - don't feel like you have to! We'd love to see you playing along with us, of course, but as long as you've made something that you're proud of, you've earned that stamp! No ifs, ands, or buts!

Is it cool if my creations aren't necessarily pride-themed?

Totally! We host this challenge during pride month because (1) it traditionally works better for the three of us than NaNoWriMo because of our schedules, and (2) we're queer creators ourselves! But if you're feeling a prompt and can't find a way to make it relevant to pride, PLEASE don't sweat it! As I've been known to say (and then get laughed at for saying), this challenge is no rules, just right, Outback Steakhouse :P

Let's say I get a bingo...what do I win?

:) Nothing. <3

Wait, really?

:) Really <3 Hehehe, in all seriousness, this challenge has been a fun way for us to sit down, take our minds off of life and our bigger projects and just...make some fun stuff! In our humble opinion(s), being able to point at a finished piece and say "I did that! I made that!" is its own kind of reward. The bingo board itself is really more for bragging rights ;)c Which, of course, we encourage wholeheartedly. Nothing wrong with a little bragging!!!

We hope to have you along for our month-long adventure! Again, we're going to be using the tag #pridemonthchallenge2024 for our own stuff, so if you'd like to use that tag - or tag any of us!!! - in whatever you end up creating, feel free!!! We love seeing what everyone comes up with, and this challenge is always so much more fun, knowing other people are taking part! <3 Hope to see you along for the ride!

*The bingo board was made by the lovely @jadedsunshine 🥰

[lucygriefer]

Apothecary AU - Horror n Nightmare Food: Draft

Here is another story draft to the apothecary au mini comics that I'm working on. I'm still figuring out how I want the comic pages to be laid out. Also on that note if anyone has any tips for comic drawing, please give me some advice. I'm so not use to doing comics XD .

Anyways onto the mini comic story draft!

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Horror hummed as he carried Mo. Smiling as he worked in the kitchen. Mo was under his yukata. His body summoned with Mo drinking away. With how he has his yukata wrapped up along with the skull ribbon, the preset his brother gave him, set up. Mo is able to move as freely as he wants, underneath the fabric of Horror’s clothing, without any risk of slipping out and falling onto the floor. This allows him to keep his hands free and be able to do whatever else he needs.

So far he has the kitchen to himself. As all the cooks were taking a break and out doing something else. He also managed to get his ladies in waiting to leave him alone to cook in peace. Sure it wasn’t long ago that they all had lunch, but Horror wanted a nice healthy snack. Especially since Mo was really hungry today. Lifting his head up and looking over at the entrance. Seeing that Nightmare had walked in. The dark skeleton not noticing that Horror was there. He made a sound to let the other know he was there.

Nightmare looked over at Horror. Seeming surprised to run into him. “Oh. I thought the kitchen was empty… I can leave if you wish.” Taking a step back, ready to leave.

Horror shook his head and motioned the other to join him. He wasn’t making anything fancy, but was craving some onigiri and miso soup. “Join… Can… eat together.” He offered and returned his gaze to the pot of rice he was cooking.

Nightmare thought and walked over. “If you wish.” Horror nodded and smiled at him. Nightmare thought and grabbed some rice. Filling a bowl of it and placing it to the side. “I’m just making myself some rice.” He explained while grabbing a pot and filling it with water. He then started to clean the rice he was going to eat.

Horror frowned at that. Earlier Nightmare had already taste-tested their food, but he didn’t take much of a bite. Having picked as small of a bite as he could, while still being able to test for any possible poison. “... just… rice?” He questioned the other and placed his finished rice to the side. Checking over the sea weed and starting to cut it into some strips for his onigiri. “... Have big… morning meal?” He questioned the other in confusion. Checking the fish that he had soaking in a bowl of sauce.

Nightmare thought as he looked over the water. Making sure that it was clear before pouring the rice into the pot. “No I did not…” That made Horror look at him. “I don’t eat very much food.” Horror’s socket widen and eye light turning more into a slit as he stared at the other. The dark skeleton not really noticing as he was watching over his pot of rice. “I’ve always eaten very little food.” He then looked over at Horror.

Blinking a little. Slightly confused as to why Horror’s eye light was more narrowed. He then noticed some movement under Horror’s clothing. “... Oh. I see that you have Mo with you.”

Horror thought for a moment. Deciding to keep a slightly close eye on the other. He smiled and then nodded. “Mhm.” He happily grumbled. Looking back at the sea weed. He’d proudly show off Mo right now. But he didn’t want to interrupt his child while he was eating. The massive bara skeleton then thought for a moment. His single eye light then looked back over at the other. “... your favorite?”

Nightmare stared at the rice for a moment. Then looked up at the other in confusion. “Pardon?” Tilting his skull to the side. Quietly wondering what the other meant by his favorite. His favorite color? Favorite place? Favorite what?

Horror made a sound. Smiling slightly and scratching his cheek. Realizing that he forgot to add a word to his question. Chuckling a little. “... hehehe… favorite… food?” They questioned while adding the shred up fish to the center of the rice before adding a little extra. Making sure that the rice was carefully packed together so it didn’t fall apart. Humming as he looked the rice ball over.

Nightmare hummed a little as he thought about it. Staring at the rice as he pondered over that question. “Hmmm… my favorite food..?” That was a good question. “Well… I guess sushi is one of my favorites… especially if it’s made with pufferfish. Or even fugu.” He grinned a little. His mouth watering at the idea of eating those meals, since they're made with a poisonous fish. The chance of getting poisoned. The tingling that’d go through his bones. He chuckled a little.

Horror made a sound at that. Slightly eyeing the other. It makes sense that Nightmare seems to prefer foods that’d be made from pufferfish… along with any other food that would have the chance to possibly poison someone. Given the other is an apothecary and is always testing poisons and making antidotes to them. He’d have to know what the fish tastes like, especially if it’s poorly prepared. Though he does wish that his favorite food was something that didn’t have the chance to possibly poison him. At least he can work with the sushi and make him something without pufferfish.

“Though…” Horror blinked and looked at Nightmare. The dark skeleton was staring at the boiling water. “... I also remember that when I was much younger… I’d eat oden and sukiyaki a lot.” Nightmare thought as he stared at the rice. His eye light dimmed slightly. “I think those were two of my mothers favorite foods…” He made a face. One that Horror couldn’t fully figure out. Given that the goo on the right side of Nightmare’s face, made it hard for him to see how their single socket was moving.

Nightmare then shook his skull. Taking the pot off the flame and off to the side. The rice finished cooking. “How’s Mo been?” He questioned, wanting to change the topic, while grabbing a bowl.

Horror smiled at that. Happily humming as he checked over the miso soup. “... Happy… Healthy… Hungry.” He laughed a little at that. Looking down as he felt Mo moving about. The little skeleton most likely almost done eating. He placed his food on a wooden tray. Pouring his miso into one bowl. Glancing back at Nightmare for a moment and got a bowl of miso for the other.

Nightmare picked up his bowl, while Horror picked up his tray. Horror led the way. With Nightmare following behind. Since the bara wanted to eat lunch with Nightmare. He didn’t really understand why the other wanted to sit and eat with him… Then again maybe this is just Horror’s way of thanking him again, for saving Mo’s life. This isn’t the worst thing in the world.

Horror smiled as he slid a door open. Letting Nightmare walk in before entering the room himself. Closing the door behind him. He smiled and went over to one of the tables in the more private room. Nightmare thought as he went over to one of the few tables in the room and took a seat. Horror placed his tray down and sat across from Nightmare. Smiling as he pulled Mo out from under his yukata.

Mo looked over at Nightmare and smiled. Happily cooing at the dark skeleton. Nightmare slightly smiled at the baby skeleton. “Hello again Mo.”

Horror made a sound and picked up the second bowl of miso. Placing it next to Nightmare’s bowl of rice.

Nightmare blinked and looked at the bowl in confusion. Then looked at Horror. “Oh. No thank you. I’m good.” He nervously tried to give Horror the food back. Not really understanding why the other was giving him some of his food.

Horror made another sound while moving the bowl back to Nightmare. “... eat.” Was all he said before he started to eat one of the onigiri he made. Smiling to himself at the taste. Mo made a sound up at Horror. Staring at the food that their mother was eating.

Nightmare thought as he picked up his chopsticks. Thinking as he stared at the miso for a moment before picking at some of his rice. Mostly taking small bites of his food.

Horror watched Nightmare. Thinking as he ate. Bouncing his leg a little. Mo giggling happily as he hugged Horror’s arm as he was bounced. Horror tilted his skull slightly as he watched the other eat for a moment. “... Hmmm…”

Nightmare blinked and looked up at Horror. Staring at the other as he swallowed. “... Is something wrong?”

Horror made a sound and nodded slowly. Thinking of how to put his thoughts into words before pointing at the rice. “Why… eat so… little at a… time?” He questioned while picking up another onigiri. There were many things that he didn't understand about Nightmare. Mostly with how closed off the other tries to be. He’s noticed how Nightmare doesn’t really interact with others unless someone starts a conversation with him… or when he’s trying to figure something out. The other thing that he didn’t understand about Nightmare being how Nightmare got those restraints placed on him.

From what Dust has told them. He knows that Nightmare has had them on for a very long time. And that it messes with his magic. But aside from that there is very little that they actually know about the other.

Nightmare thought about it for a moment. Then pointed at the metal collar around his neck, which connected to the metal restraints on his back. “To put it simply. It’s because of this old thing.” He started. Thinking as he ate another small bite of rice. Noticing the look that Horror was giving him. “The collar part of these restraints makes it hard to swallow.” He glanced away.

“If I were to eat too big of a bite I wouldn’t be able to swallow anything at all.” He sighed a little. His cyan eye light staring at the floor. “I’ve gotten used to it.” He shrugged and looked back at his food. Picking up the bowl and sipping on the miso.

Horror made a sound at that. Slowly nodding and stared at the metal. Starting to hate that thing even more. He should try to see if Cross could find a locksmith or metal worker? Maybe he can find someone who knows how to work with those restraints specifically? He took another bite of his food and thought. Listening to Mo happily make sounds at them.

Nightmare smiled a little at Mo and softly chuckled. “Sounds like Mo is having a lot of fun.” Thinking as he watched the little baby skeleton.

Horror chuckled a little in agreement. He smiled a little as the both of them ate their food. Horror getting lost in thought. Wondering what else he could possibly do to get Nightmare to open up to them more.

[evidence-of-the-unknown]

[ID: Page 15 of Evidence of the Unknown. It is in greyscale with a pinkish red spot color. Panel 1: Murphy standing, smiling and wide-eyed with scrapes on her face. She says, “Heh… Hehehe! I can’t believe it- a real close encounter of the second kind!” Panel 2: Similar medium shot of Murphy, now panicking and shoving a hand into her pocket. “Oh shit, it’s disintegrating!” she says. “I need to get evidence- I swear I put it in here… Ah!”Panel 3: A super close shot of Murphy’s hand, holding up a handheld mini cassette recorder. Click SFX. Panel 5: A wide shot showing the burning spacecraft from overhead. Three moments in time are composited together with accompanying close up shots. Murphy taking a picture with a polaroid camera, measuring the fire with an infrared thermometer, and collecting ashes in a bag. She gives a voice over narration of the montage. “December 28th, 2022. 9:32- no, 33 PM, mountain time. It’s finally happened. Alien craft crashed between Meteor Flats and Carrion, New Mexico. A few miles east of the highway, will measure later. Craft is obviously non-human in origin, and has some writing on the hull… Perhaps a name? A model number? Very difficult to see, especially through the flames. Craft is quickly disintegrating despite low burning temperature, leaving slightly glittery dust behind. Could this be a self destruct mechanism to keep scrap from falling into the hands of lower life forms? No sign of a pilot. Unsure if it had one, but I fear it may have died on impact…” End ID.]

[apothecaryau]

Apothecary AU - Horror & Nightmare Food: Draft

Here is another story draft to the apothecary au mini comics that I'm working on. I'm still figuring out how I want the comic pages to be laid out. Also on that note if anyone has any tips for comic drawing, please give me some advice. I'm so not use to doing comics XD .

Anyways onto the mini comic story draft!

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Horror hummed as he carried Mo. Smiling as he worked in the kitchen. Mo was under his yukata. His body summoned with Mo drinking away. With how he has his yukata wrapped up along with the skull ribbon, the preset his brother gave him, set up. Mo is able to move as freely as he wants, underneath the fabric of Horror’s clothing, without any risk of slipping out and falling onto the floor. This allows him to keep his hands free and be able to do whatever else he needs.

So far he has the kitchen to himself. As all the cooks were taking a break and out doing something else. He also managed to get his ladies in waiting to leave him alone to cook in peace. Sure it wasn’t long ago that they all had lunch, but Horror wanted a nice healthy snack. Especially since Mo was really hungry today. Lifting his head up and looking over at the entrance. Seeing that Nightmare had walked in. The dark skeleton not noticing that Horror was there. He made a sound to let the other know he was there.

Nightmare looked over at Horror. Seeming surprised to run into him. “Oh. I thought the kitchen was empty… I can leave if you wish.” Taking a step back, ready to leave.

Horror shook his head and motioned the other to join him. He wasn’t making anything fancy, but was craving some onigiri and miso soup. “Join… Can… eat together.” He offered and returned his gaze to the pot of rice he was cooking.

Nightmare thought and walked over. “If you wish.” Horror nodded and smiled at him. Nightmare thought and grabbed some rice. Filling a bowl of it and placing it to the side. “I’m just making myself some rice.” He explained while grabbing a pot and filling it with water. He then started to clean the rice he was going to eat.

Horror frowned at that. Earlier Nightmare had already taste-tested their food, but he didn’t take much of a bite. Having picked as small of a bite as he could, while still being able to test for any possible poison. “... just… rice?” He questioned the other and placed his finished rice to the side. Checking over the sea weed and starting to cut it into some strips for his onigiri. “... Have big… morning meal?” He questioned the other in confusion. Checking the fish that he had soaking in a bowl of sauce.

Nightmare thought as he looked over the water. Making sure that it was clear before pouring the rice into the pot. “No I did not…” That made Horror look at him. “I don’t eat very much food.” Horror’s socket widen and eye light turning more into a slit as he stared at the other. The dark skeleton not really noticing as he was watching over his pot of rice. “I’ve always eaten very little food.” He then looked over at Horror.

Blinking a little. Slightly confused as to why Horror’s eye light was more narrowed. He then noticed some movement under Horror’s clothing. “... Oh. I see that you have Mo with you.”

Horror thought for a moment. Deciding to keep a slightly close eye on the other. He smiled and then nodded. “Mhm.” He happily grumbled. Looking back at the sea weed. He’d proudly show off Mo right now. But he didn’t want to interrupt his child while he was eating. The massive bara skeleton then thought for a moment. His single eye light then looked back over at the other. “... your favorite?”

Nightmare stared at the rice for a moment. Then looked up at the other in confusion. “Pardon?” Tilting his skull to the side. Quietly wondering what the other meant by his favorite. His favorite color? Favorite place? Favorite what?

Horror made a sound. Smiling slightly and scratching his cheek. Realizing that he forgot to add a word to his question. Chuckling a little. “... hehehe… favorite… food?” They questioned while adding the shred up fish to the center of the rice before adding a little extra. Making sure that the rice was carefully packed together so it didn’t fall apart. Humming as he looked the rice ball over.

Nightmare hummed a little as he thought about it. Staring at the rice as he pondered over that question. “Hmmm… my favorite food..?” That was a good question. “Well… I guess sushi is one of my favorites… especially if it’s made with pufferfish. Or even fugu.” He grinned a little. His mouth watering at the idea of eating those meals, since they're made with a poisonous fish. The chance of getting poisoned. The tingling that’d go through his bones. He chuckled a little.

Horror made a sound at that. Slightly eyeing the other. It makes sense that Nightmare seems to prefer foods that’d be made from pufferfish… along with any other food that would have the chance to possibly poison someone. Given the other is an apothecary and is always testing poisons and making antidotes to them. He’d have to know what the fish tastes like, especially if it’s poorly prepared. Though he does wish that his favorite food was something that didn’t have the chance to possibly poison him. At least he can work with the sushi and make him something without pufferfish.

“Though…” Horror blinked and looked at Nightmare. The dark skeleton was staring at the boiling water. “... I also remember that when I was much younger… I’d eat oden and sukiyaki a lot.” Nightmare thought as he stared at the rice. His eye light dimmed slightly. “I think those were two of my mothers favorite foods…” He made a face. One that Horror couldn’t fully figure out. Given that the goo on the right side of Nightmare’s face, made it hard for him to see how their single socket was moving.

Nightmare then shook his skull. Taking the pot off the flame and off to the side. The rice finished cooking. “How’s Mo been?” He questioned, wanting to change the topic, while grabbing a bowl.

Horror smiled at that. Happily humming as he checked over the miso soup. “... Happy… Healthy… Hungry.” He laughed a little at that. Looking down as he felt Mo moving about. The little skeleton most likely almost done eating. He placed his food on a wooden tray. Pouring his miso into one bowl. Glancing back at Nightmare for a moment and got a bowl of miso for the other.

Nightmare picked up his bowl, while Horror picked up his tray. Horror led the way. With Nightmare following behind. Since the bara wanted to eat lunch with Nightmare. He didn’t really understand why the other wanted to sit and eat with him… Then again maybe this is just Horror’s way of thanking him again, for saving Mo’s life. This isn’t the worst thing in the world.

Horror smiled as he slid a door open. Letting Nightmare walk in before entering the room himself. Closing the door behind him. He smiled and went over to one of the tables in the more private room. Nightmare thought as he went over to one of the few tables in the room and took a seat. Horror placed his tray down and sat across from Nightmare. Smiling as he pulled Mo out from under his yukata.

Mo looked over at Nightmare and smiled. Happily cooing at the dark skeleton. Nightmare slightly smiled at the baby skeleton. “Hello again Mo.”

Horror made a sound and picked up the second bowl of miso. Placing it next to Nightmare’s bowl of rice.

Nightmare blinked and looked at the bowl in confusion. Then looked at Horror. “Oh. No thank you. I’m good.” He nervously tried to give Horror the food back. Not really understanding why the other was giving him some of his food.

Horror made another sound while moving the bowl back to Nightmare. “... eat.” Was all he said before he started to eat one of the onigiri he made. Smiling to himself at the taste. Mo made a sound up at Horror. Staring at the food that their mother was eating.

Nightmare thought as he picked up his chopsticks. Thinking as he stared at the miso for a moment before picking at some of his rice. Mostly taking small bites of his food.

Horror watched Nightmare. Thinking as he ate. Bouncing his leg a little. Mo giggling happily as he hugged Horror’s arm as he was bounced. Horror tilted his skull slightly as he watched the other eat for a moment. “... Hmmm…”

Nightmare blinked and looked up at Horror. Staring at the other as he swallowed. “... Is something wrong?”

Horror made a sound and nodded slowly. Thinking of how to put his thoughts into words before pointing at the rice. “Why… eat so… little at a… time?” He questioned while picking up another onigiri. There were many things that he didn't understand about Nightmare. Mostly with how closed off the other tries to be. He’s noticed how Nightmare doesn’t really interact with others unless someone starts a conversation with him… or when he’s trying to figure something out. The other thing that he didn’t understand about Nightmare being how Nightmare got those restraints placed on him.

From what Dust has told them. He knows that Nightmare has had them on for a very long time. And that it messes with his magic. But aside from that there is very little that they actually know about the other.

Nightmare thought about it for a moment. Then pointed at the metal collar around his neck, which connected to the metal restraints on his back. “To put it simply. It’s because of this old thing.” He started. Thinking as he ate another small bite of rice. Noticing the look that Horror was giving him. “The collar part of these restraints makes it hard to swallow.” He glanced away.

“If I were to eat too big of a bite I wouldn’t be able to swallow anything at all.” He sighed a little. His cyan eye light staring at the floor. “I’ve gotten used to it.” He shrugged and looked back at his food. Picking up the bowl and sipping on the miso.

Horror made a sound at that. Slowly nodding and stared at the metal. Starting to hate that thing even more. He should try to see if Cross could find a locksmith or metal worker? Maybe he can find someone who knows how to work with those restraints specifically? He took another bite of his food and thought. Listening to Mo happily make sounds at them.

Nightmare smiled a little at Mo and softly chuckled. “Sounds like Mo is having a lot of fun.” Thinking as he watched the little baby skeleton.

Horror chuckled a little in agreement. He smiled a little as the both of them ate their food. Horror getting lost in thought. Wondering what else he could possibly do to get Nightmare to open up to them more.

[farolero-posting]

Spring Cleaning

Hey! Happy 7th anniversary to OneShot!

I wanted to make something special for this day, and I would say this is... a little messy, but I think it is fitting for this day. OneShot is a really cool game, and most importantly, a unique experience, and I wanted to capture a little of that.

Without further delay, enjoy!

Summary: Niko does some chores and gets distracted.

Words: 1,674

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Today was seasonal cleaning day, and Niko… was getting a little exhausted by now.

The teenager picked up the folder with yellowed paper sticking out of it, located at the bottom of the messy pile in the room’s top shelf, huffing from the effort to get it out of the shelf. The folder was a bright orange color, and had a sticker of an owl on the cover, their favorite animal. The art had smooth round shapes, giving the animal a cartoony look. There was a messier version of the same drawing, made with black pencil, where some of the lines were drawn several times to ensure the graphite would stick, making small dents on the plastic.

Recognition flashed on the teen’s eyes. They had not looked at this folder for… quite some time, actually. There was a period where they had looked at its contents as many times as they could, using the contents to evoke the memories of that journey.

They opened the folder, and giggled at the first doodle that greeted them.

Why was a ram with “baa” in scary letters the one they put on top? Heheh, maybe their past self wanted to play a prank on them. The drawing had a date on it, like most others.

Exactly seven years ago, to be precise.

Niko’s eyes were wide open, and they had to resist the urge to jump out of their position, standing on their desk’s chair. They closed the folder, pressing it against their body, and crouched down at a slow but shaky pace, before sitting on the chair, with one leg pressed against their body, and the other stretched, reaching for the floor.

“I didn’t know this was all the way up there… It’s been so long!” was all they could mutter.

It felt like a lifetime ago… though, while that is true, they still have a long life ahead, don’t they? Seven years was indeed almost half of their life, but seven years is nothing compared to what they have ahead of them.

It was weird to think of it that way now.  Many things change over the years.

The first month, they had taken days to make a drawing for everything that was in their mind, scared of losing the memory. 

When they turned nine, they started telling their dreams to their mama, so they could both remember.

When they were ten they even wrote a little about their journey for a school project… trying not to mention the fact it was all based on a real story.

They were around twelve when they first felt… an empty dread, looking at these drawings. 

There was one page, at the bottom of the pile, that caught their attention. It was a drawing of the top room of the tower; it wasn’t lit up yet, however. They had gone out of their way to paint the borders in purple pencil, the page curling around the corners. 

At the time, they hadn’t known what to do. They were at the peak of the world, and yet they felt they were at the bottom, holding it all together.

And you were… well.

When they were young, you were everything. You were Niko’s one company through it all. They barely knew you, but they trusted you fully. 

The last time Niko looked at this particular drawing, a few years ago, their thoughts had been bitter. 

Maybe that’s why it had been so long since they looked at the folder.

You… They knew you were their guide, but you also made choices that felt unfair. 

Why did you present the choice? 

Why did you wait so long for that? 

What secrets did you keep from them? 

And why go through all of it, only to discover that you could undo it, later on?

Niko was grateful to be home, but… they didn’t understand you.

And you couldn’t answer them, either.

Because you’re not a god. 

And you’re not there anymore.

Back then, both you and Niko were told you had one chance on your mission. And so Niko had taken care of the lightbulb that represented the sun of this world, following your words. It was a long journey, but you listened to them, and kept them safe. However… even with their best efforts, there was no choice at the end that would save both Niko, and that decaying land.. 

So Niko placed that choice on you. If Niko had been older, maybe they would have questioned this more. They would have more ways to look at the situation, to weigh down their options, and maybe take longer to finally make a decision. Instead, in both more and less time than they expected, but certainly a wrong amount of time, you told them what path they had to take. And Niko, respecting the wishes of the world’s god, had done it.

Except you weren’t god. You were someone looking at them through a window, generating the world that had imprisoned them, but not belonging to it. When Niko was twelve, they had realized that whatever the first choice was, the impact on you would not have been as big as it was for them. 

They were angry back then… But now… 

Now they couldn’t hold it against you. They knew better… and funnily enough, they remember their youngest self knowing better, too.

Niko placed the drawing aside, and as they did that, another one slipped out of the folder. This one was a drawing of pancakes with syrup. They weren’t the hazelnut ones their mama made (and now Niko makes them for her, too!), but they remember they were delicious, with a hint of a flavor they couldn’t quite name. The teen wondered if it was a product of that world that only existed there. Now, their older self with a hobby for baking, wished they could know what it was.

They remembered going there, right before the tower. Niko had asked you if it was okay to make a stop for some food, and you had taken them to the cafe, where they had gotten those pancakes. They knew you listened to them, and not only that, that you wanted to comfort them too, in any limited way you could. 

The next drawing they got from the pile showed a view from the top of the Refuge, taken from one of the tallest buildings. Niko’s town was close to a river too, but it wasn’t as close as the ones flowing around the Refuge. It wasn’t glowing pink, either. Niko had been to a big city now too, but it wasn’t anything like the one in that world. The Refuge was a unique city, among thousands of them. 

They remember you said you lived in a city, and they could only imagine it was like the Refuge, for years. Now they recognized there were many more options for what a city or a town could look like.

The next drawings were of the friends Niko met. Though they wish their artistic skills did them more justice, they couldn’t help but look at them fondly for what they represented. What would be of those people now? Do Calamus and Alula still live in the ruins? Is the robot lady —the drawing says her name is Silver— still in the Barrens? Did the Mr. Lamplighter get to sleep more with the Sun back? They smiled, thinking of the possibilities. 

Niko stumbled upon a drawing of the computers that made up the World Machine, and took it out to hold it closer, the glow in their eyes slightly reflecting on the paper. They remember drawing the screens with a ruler, to make sure it looked as good as a blueprint (but they know now that blueprints are more complicated than that). They also drew the Author’s children and themself on that page, holding the sun. It was them who reminded Niko what all the effort not to forget was for. 

And Niko would not have known of them without your help. Because you…, though you weren’t a god, you wanted to do something to save both Niko and everyone else. You cared enough to try to be more than just a guide, but someone who believed in a second chance as well. Someone convinced they were all worth it.

The last drawing on the pile was a journal with a yellow clover on the cover, along with the amber necklace, a glowing feather, and a six sided die. Niko never met the creator of that world in person. They simply had his letters, words of others and objects to remember him by. 

They understood why their mama gave them a hat passed down by her parents. They understood why she kept all their silly drawings.

And why hazelnut pancakes would be their favorite food forever, over any other kind of pancake.

They breathed in when they felt themself run out of air, and the shivering of their body almost made them burst into tears. You were a guide, a ghost and… a friend. And all they had of you was the memories of your voice.

Niko wondered if you missed them, if you would be happy to see them today. Niko didn’t narrate their thoughts aloud anymore, their life was also more hectic and complicated. They sometimes thought their younger self was a little silly. They were far from the child you knew.

But it was good to be there. To look at those old drawings, and get that same joy out of them. To enjoy the chances that were given to them, and know that, in some distant place, you are still with them, getting your own chances. 

Niko took a blank page from a stack on their desk and a pencil from their first drawer, and put something on it that reminded them of you, placing it on the top of the ram doodle. 

They hoped it would be the first thing they saw the next time they opened the folder. 

[hazelfoureyes]

You asked for it :> Grant me with answers, almighty Hazel, leader of the HDC and saviour of us slutty souls! 24, 37, 56, 78, 100, 113, 133, 142, 148 and 150

I can always count on you to make me feel wanted~ 🥹💖

Give me numbers~

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

My daily Mocha (which is just instant coffee, water, cocoa powder, and chocolate oat milk)

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Whatever fact I recently learned. “Apparently if you’re withdrawing more than 5000usd in China, many banks are making you get police approval. There’s an issue with cash flow that’s really concerning.” “Did you know we have a ghost? I have a video but it’s not very convincing…” “Fun Fact, there is a level of heat where planes can’t fly because the air is too thin for take off. It’s something that’s already happening.”

56. Favourite colour?

The color that makes me happiest to see is green. It reminds me of nature, which reminds me of deep breaths and sunshine and soft breezes.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE CREAM WITH CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM TO BALANCE IT OUT

100. How are you feeling?

Frau, my first author love and first internet wife, I am so fucking tired haha it is 2:36 am, I am waiting for laundry to finish that I have to hang up, and I have to be awake at 7:30am.

113. What was your childhood nickname?

Melmizer--- my first name starts with Mel and the mizer is for Miser (a person who hoards wealth and spends as little money as possible). I had (past tense) a knack for selling anything to anyone. I once sold phonebooks that were actually free to take and made 15$ selling two lmao. Admittedly, I was very cute. Oh, and as a child I worked for the office by picking up trash and doing filing. But that’s illegal so instead I was paid in candy and was allowed to exchange the candy for money! I normally kept the candy cuz I was like 10, and I started a cleaning business with my friends when I was like 9 haha oooh and I made needlepoint plastic canvas necklaces in Elementary and took commissions from other kids for $10 a piece. My father raised me to be very business minded, but I did hoard my little money hehehe

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

142. Favourite month?

....oh geez...November. It's cozy. Right between two big holidays but not too busy. Feels full of hope.

148. What’s your favourite quote?

No matter how high and dry the mountaintop, no matter how modern and secluded the retreat, we sweat and cry what is basically sea water. - The Ghost Map but the quote is by evolutionary biologist Lynn Margulis. While this quote is about how cholera kills through dehyrdation and affected everyone from all walks of life because of this common need for water, I love it because it reminds me that no matter how we live our lives we all are from the oceans. We all have the same beginning, no matter how different we are now. I have part of it tattooed on my arm as a reminder to myself to be kind and patient. It's also a reminder we carry the sea in our bodies still, which I think is a beautiful thing. We never are far from home.

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

[fantomette22]

And here’s a bloodborne crows headcanons drawing no one ask for!

Yeah I headcanons that some characters used to have some pet crows but it’s mostly a references for my fic verse too.

So I don’t have names for all the crows but I have a couple of ideas already. If you have ideas too pls share I’m listening.

Let’s begin with Cainhurst! 🛡️

📚🦉Ok Beltran from the cut content! Not sure he’s still alive during old hunters time but basically I imagined he was the (first?) crow master of Cainhurst.

🐦‍⬛⚔️Vledemyr my oc, my fav cainhurst knight! The current crow master. (Maria & Annalise’s cousin too) He was the one in charged of them before he become captain of the royal guard, he actually have lots of them (and they all love him a lot) but his very first crow is Corvus, the crow on his shoulder.

👑🕊️Ok so Annalise was offered an Albino crow, because she’s the princess and future Queen you see. *Check notes* hm Yuki is a possible name but idk either smt Japanese or slavic who mean snow or fit with cainhurst aesthetic idk.

👑🐦‍⬛ Ah Charles (oc based on the cainhurst portrait too, king consort when Annalise was Queen). So when he marry her and was crowned he was offered a baby leucistic crow (that’s why it’s brown, it’s a loose of melanine like albinism bur not complete the the eyes aren’t red or the skin pink for exemple), he was so confused about it like you can see XD probably except a hound or smt (in his dream he would have wish for a lion but there’s no lions at Cainhurst since like 60+ years or smt)

🐦‍⬛🌕🐦‍⬛Maria have 2-3 crows (the ones at the research hall you know 😢 minus the one with the guidance rune that belong to Ludwig like you can see) As for the names I was hesitating between Hugin & Munin (Odin’s crows) or Phobos & Deimos (Mars’moon) for the 2 crows siblings (well I hc Maria study astronomy so… heheh also her third one is the one German is holding x) yeah missing a leg I know. Ok also after Maria passed away the crows escape from the research hall and freak Gehrman out! They wanted to say to him hello or called his named and because crows can mimics sound and voices they took Maria’s voice 💀 he thought he was going crazy for a few mins before he found them… but really it annoyed more Laurence XD the crows really went to harass him (they know what’s up. Or didn’t take well he put them in cages or smt, or you know because of Maria. It got to the point Laurence almost wanted them dead 💀

Fortunately Gehrman managed to made them go with the very first official hunter of hunter, he passed to him the mercy blade as well.

🐥Ah Voron my boy! Aka future bloody crow🩸🐦‍⬛ (No I am not detailing the entire backstory here! And yes his name means raven/crow I KNOW!) also the red of the cap don’t appear much sorry… thanks the scan.

✨+Svetta another Cainhurst oc based the painting with her crow, Voron mom yes. Vledemyr is his dad.

👁️I managed to put Micolash & Edgar on the page XD

💣🔥 Ah this one well when we first got into the hunter nightmare there’s a hunter before a gate right? Behind there’s a crow and I noticed the crow attacked the beasts but the hunter and the bird never attacked each other (only the hunter or beast) that’s why I now headcanons that many old hunters had crows too like this one.

🗡️🌕Ludwig & his crow with the guidance rune. One day the old hunters found many dead crows in the forest, not a good sign… Ludwig managed to recover a baby crow an care for it (he was so panicked at first he asked Maria for help so many times XD)

🐦‍⬛Eileen and some crows & the very first official hunter of hunters! (Before her)

🐦‍⬛The friendly crow of hemwick on the top left :3 I hc it’s either the crow bloody crow had or one link with Eileen or either my own hunter.

As for the other names I had in mind : Hrafn, Karasu, Branagan (I think I’m keeping this one as the name of the first crow hunter too)

🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

Now, you’re gonna ask me why didn’t I just named one « Kuro » (black color in Japanese) well, I’m keeping it for the horses’ names of Cainhurst!!!!

[chibishortdeath]

I have a Castlevania OC >:3c. He and his story are still very work in progress stuff, but he’s got some rough concept doodles! And when I say rough I mean ROUGH cause one of his arms I erased so many times some of the layers of the paper were tearing so I had to just leave it as is and it looks a little short whoops— but yeah

His name is William “Billy” Danasty :3. I think I’m gonna have his story be set sometime around the height of the Satanic Panic with music and stuff, he’s kinda a bit of a metalhead. He seems all tough and scary, carries a switchblade at all times, and keeps everyone at a distance, but it’s not because he’s mean, he’s just afraid of people. He does make some friends eventually, but I don’t have drawings of them yet. I need to make a nice full color concept page for him someday hehehe.

Also, NES Castlevania style sprites are fun to make!!! :D