#I really wanted to try something with colours

[sun-kissy]

No worries if you don’t feel comfortable writing this, but Remus x reader who’s having an anxiety attack? I read the prompt below that made me think of this, and just want something just as sad to match. As much of a fluffy ending as you can pls :(

"Leave me alone!" She screamed, pushing away the only person that seemed to care about her.

thank you for your request, sweetheart!!

breathe | r.l.

tw: anxiety attack

remus lupin x reader

Remus wasn’t expecting to find you in a foetal position on your bedroom floor upon coming in. He had knocked on your front door a couple times, and when you hadn’t opened it, assumed you were using the bathroom and let himself in.

You had your legs folded up to your chest, arms wrapped around yourself like a shield. He immediately knew there was a cause for concern, what with how your loud breaths got shallower as the seconds passed. Shaking like a leaf may have been a cliché phrase; but there was nothing else he could think of to describe you, frail and torn and trembling all over.

In your defence, you had no idea an anxiety attack was coming for you. One second you were doing the laundry, and the next it felt like someone had wrapped their hands around your neck and squeezed.

You had immediately staggered into your bedroom, which was a mistake — the walls of the small room seemed to close in on you, pressing and pushing until they reduced you to the tiny thing laying pathetically on your floor.

The sound of your heartbeat was deafening, all around you like the four walls of a cage. Panic was clogging up your throat, condensing into bile on the tip of your tongue. You couldn’t think. There were strategies that you had learnt, ways to calm yourself down. But your mind was shrouded in fear in the form of fog, dread in the shape of darkness. There was no escaping this.

“Hey,” a gentle voice says. An arm wraps around your shoulders, carefully pulling you up into a sitting position. Warm, calloused hands take your own. Remus.

It’s hard to hear him over the noise of your thrumming heartbeat. You lick your lips, over and over again. It doesn’t help; your voice is still stuck at the bottom of your throat. “I — I can’t —“

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay,” he continues to rub the back of your palm, using his other hand to brush off the beads of sweat adorning your forehead. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

You tried to locate Remus in the blurry pixels dotting your vision, but the best you could do was his silhouette.

“I can’t — I can’t find you,” you gasp desperately, breaths getting heavier.

“That’s okay, dove. I’ll find you.”

He brings your hand to his chest, splaying out his palm over yours. “We’ve got to slow down your breathing, okay? Can you do this with me?”

You feel his chest expand, before it settles back in its original position. Up, then down again. You don’t think you can do it, but for Remus, you’ll give it a shot.

Up, then down. Your heart squeezes when you try to breathe; like it’s nothing but a sponge. You open your mouth to tell Remus that, but the sponge in your chest makes its way to your throat. All you can do is shake your head pitifully.

Remus gives you a reassuring smile, his kindness endless. “That’s alright, you’re doing really well. Let’s try something easier, yeah? Help me out here. Find something… red, in this room.”

You turn your head, eyes darting around aimlessly. Your gaze locks on a blurry shape in the open dresser, which revealed itself to be a scarf when you squinted. You raise your hand, pointing at it with a trembling finger.

“Good job, dove.” A swift kiss to your forehead. “What about something blue?”

Blue. You swivel your head around. One more time, and you still can’t spot a thing. There’s nothing blue here, and you’re going to panic, and —

Blue. Your favourite colour. You immediately look down, fingers clenching around the crystal blue locket on your neck. The present Remus had given you for your sixteenth birthday.

“This — this locket?” you croak.

“You got it,” he murmurs reassuringly, giving your wrist a squeeze. “Last one, okay? Green.”

It was getting easier. You blink and your head seems a little lighter. “The plants, by the windowsill.”

“Well done, sweetheart.” He gives you a congratulatory peck on the top of your head, fingers sliding down to intertwine with yours. “Feeling better?”

You nod an affirmative, letting out a shaky breath as the tension seeps out. “Yeah. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” he smiles softly. “Do you know what triggered it?”

You sigh, leaning back till your head hits the wall. Remus is quick to slot his hand in between, softening the blow as he slowly drops his arm. “I don’t know. I guess it was just the lack of sleep.”

“You need to take better care of yourself, dove. You’ve been overworking,” he sighs, moving his hand to rub circles on your knee.

“I know. Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologise for, lovely girl.” He starts to smile when you clamber forward, arms wrapping around his shoulders in an awkward hug. “Just try to listen to your body more, yeah? And to me, of course.”

“Of course,” you mutter sarcastically, your lips curving upward. He grins, grabbing your hips and tugging until you’re straddling him. “That’s right. Now, how about you go take a warm bath and I’ll order us some pizza?”

“But I need to finish my —“

“Nope. What did I just tell you?”

You sigh loudly. “I gotta listen to you,” you grumble.

“Exactly. That’s my good girl,” Remus grins, fingers slipping under your T-shirt to rub the skin on your hips lovingly.

He helps you up and to the bathroom. He orders pizza, puts on your favourite movie, and smothers you with love. Remus was right; you were going to be okay.

[goingmerryfics]

Please, please, please my man Katakuri x Big mom's Baker!Reader. The Reader would be the who cook katakuri's merienda

The Dozen - Baker!Reader x Katakuri

Content: Katakuri realizes he’s in love, that’s it

Notes* When I got this request I was nearly done with Whole Cake Island and let me tell you, I love this man and this prompt. Here you are!

Katakuri

Katakuri was starting to notice that the donuts taste different.

It wasn’t a bad thing, per say. Actually, it was quite the opposite. These ones weren’t as greasy, they were a little lighter, more vanilla, more glaze. 

It was enough for him to notice it quickly in the very short time since you had started working as Big Mom’s new baking apprentice, intending to take over the role as the head of the kitchen someday

Each donut was crafted with care, perfectly round and plated beautifully.

They paired well with his tea!

Katakuri knew his donuts. These were different, and he wanted to know why

That’s what led him to seeking you out for the very first time

 Hearing that he was on his way, the kitchen was in a panic- worried that maybe they had let you get too carried away with your new job, that maybe it was too early to let you serve him your baked goods.

But you were confident in your ability and your skill, unwavering until he’s standing before you

You had heard that he was tall, but this was a completely new level. He was huge, imposing, his presence demanded you attention without words.

You swallowed hard, waiting for him to speak

“Are you the baker that made my donuts?” He asks you calmly

You confirm his suspicions, and he nods

There’s a weird silence as he tries to figure out what to say.

There’s a few things about you that he wants to comment on- the colour of your hair, how wide your eyes are- but he settles with a quick word of praise for you to keep it up before leaving in a rush. 

It was a strange encounter for both of you, because as he leaves he finds himself… Confused

Charlotte Katakuri is known for his unflinching loyalty to his family, his honor, and his stoic, cool demeanor. A warrior that is undefeated and has never fallen on his back.

But all that feels like it’s been thrown out the window in an instant, because with just one look, he feels something changing inside him

He finds himself thinking of you even when he’s not eating your snacks

When he’s just going about his day and trying to act normal but he can feel the heat in his face when he thinks about those eyes of yours

He’s really glad for his scarf at times like these.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by others around him, and he always gets flustered when he’s trying to save himself.

Suddenly he can’t seem to control his emotions and it’s all your fault

He tries to keep it down, tries to suppress the feeling, but you’ve got him wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know it.

Each new batch of donuts only makes him feel more and more for you

A month after your first encounter, he calls for you to meet with him. He needs to see you again, to talk to you properly, at least to get your name so he knows what to call the person that’s taken his heart so quickly

The person that’s taken him down with just a look

He wants to see you smile, know what your dreams are, and hear stories about where you’re from

It starts to become a weekly thing, and then about three times a week when he can spare the time

him seeking you out to talk, get to know you better, and listen to you laugh 

He’s a little apprehensive to talk much about himself, even as you encourage it, though

He’s such a sweetheart to you as you soon learn. He cares about his family and he does what he can to take care of his siblings in his work

He won’t confess to you, but you’re suspicious that he might have feelings

You’re pretty sure you’re starting to feel for him, too

[niby-skaje]

Companions mugs/cups and what they drink, non alcoholic edition.

A little fun exercise!

Lucanis: an elegant, though slightly aged, antivan coffee cup with a slightly worn golden handle. He found it in Caterina's cupboard. Basically what we saw in the game already. He drinks black coffee ofc.

Taash: a large, sturdy stone cup, big but somewhat shapeless, because it has to serve its purpose and stone doesn't melt. A little chipped. Drinks plain water or hot water with some ginger and honey to soothe that throat.

Neve: a simple cup that used to be white, but now has the grey-yellowish colour of something that has been in constant use and perhaps not as well scrubbed as it should be. It is also permanently yellowish-brown on the inside and bottom. Drinks coffee, whatever blend she can get her hands on, and if Lucanis doesn't make it, it's a really bad coffee. Sometimes she will drink black tea for a change. No sugar, nothing.

Emmrich: An antique delicate porcelain liac cup with gold decoration and a handle in the shape of a bone. It's old but in perfect condition, always thoroughly cleaned and kept on a special shelf. Comes with a small plate and skeletal spoon. Likes to try new tea blends, both traditional and herbal, but his favourite is white tea with rose and mint.

Bellara: Elven green cup with some Dalish paintings on it. Chipped and discoloured in places from lack of care. Also has some scribbled notes on a piece of paper taped to it. Drinks elven herbal infusions, her favourite being cinnamon, nutmeg and juniper with a little wild honey for sweetness.

Davrin: Simple and practical wooden cup he made himself, with a small carving of a griffon's feather on the handle, just for practice. Rough in shape, as it was one of the first he ever made. The wood has become a little dark in places over time, but he is careful not to damage or stain it. Will drink anything, but his favourite is strong black tea with lots of sugar. Classic and delicious, and the sugar is indulgent for a Warden.

Harding: Simple metal cup that is sturdy and can be packed for convenience and will not break. Used to be shiny, but has dulled over time. Has a red name "Lace" written on the bottom. Likes anything warm, but since her gift she often drinks lavender, honey and lemon balm infusion or hot milk with honey to help her sleep.

I may or may not draw the cups/mugs, but I'm not sure of my skills at this point. If anyone wants to, feel free!

[yuukirita]

Hi! I’m a new follower so I haven’t had a chance to really go through your blog fully yet but I was curious- how did you get into drawing transformers? Also could you share tips for people trying to learn?

I mostly draw robots- outsides of commissions I mean. Always been a fan of Transformers and the movie is just robots so... I take. It's just luck that I ended up posting any of it.

Any tips I can give is 1: to use references. 2: You don't have to follow any ref completely, identify the most stand out traits and use the general colours of who you wanna draw and most people are gonna get who you draw. 3: drawing transformers is just like drawing anything else, practice and you'll get it.

I'm not the best at giving tips but I can give you tiny steps by steps of how I draw my bots if u wanna. Like u can ask for a specific bot or something... Not sure who would want that but I can do it. Anything to encourage CREATING!

[casey--owens]

"i'm saying that i already would've put a baby inside of you if we would've had time." casey and coral's relationship was still on great terms on ground level. the lack of intimate moments was becoming a bit a problem though. it seemed every time that he tried to get close to his girlfriend somebody (mainly celeste) would end up becoming a distraction. casey couldn't complain because his daughter was the best thing to have ever happened to him, but damn, he was missing coral on a deeper level than he was admitting. it wasn't even through lack of trying to get those moments. life just wasn't giving them alone time. casey's smile softened as coral mentioned wanting another kid soon. "i still can't believe that a girl like you wants to have kids with me." casey couldn't only dreamed about a girl so cute liking him back. coral topped the attractiveness scale to him. she was perfect looking. celeste looked just like coral in his eyes too . the two had the same button nose, the pretty colour eyes and the big pouty bottom lip. casey could see that celeste took his face shape slightly more though. she was definitely coral's mini me at this precise moment. casey's head shook from side to side as coral told to start behaving. "i don't know. i'm kind of blaming you for this one! who looks at their boyfriend with a mouth full of white ice cream and thinks it won't do anything to him?" coral knew that casey's love language was touch and that sight probably should've been called sweet torture for him since he couldn't do anything about it. he was trying to be so good out here too. casey kept trying to think of things to try and get rid of his problem. weird thoughts. random thoughts. just to get it gone. coral didn't know how much a simple look or the way she worded something could make him feel though. she ignited something inside of him that would refuse to burn out. a constant feeling inside of him - always. "you really don't know what you do to me."

coral rolled her eyes playfully at his words. she didn’t know a casey who cared about what people thought—he’d probably been that way since he was a kid, and honestly, she loved every second of it. the way he wore his heart on his sleeve, how transparent he was—it made it so easy to read him, and that was something she’d come to really appreciate over time. "you're definitely not," she chuckled, shaking her head as she took a bite of her ice cream, careful not to let it melt onto her hand. she loved the balance they had—coral being the calmer one and casey bringing the spark to her life. she couldn’t imagine a quiet life. ever since meeting him, she needed everything that came with him: the loudness, the boldness, and everything in between. at his words, she laughed. "there's no higher level of craziness beyond loving me?" she teased, glancing at him over her shoulder. "you'll have to find someone crazy enough to love you as much as your daddy loves me," she said to their little girl, who of course didn’t understand a word. she couldn’t help but wish that her own child would be as lucky as she was when she grew up. "oh, the only thing we need is time, we have you all worked out already," she teased, shaking her head as casey pulled them closer. "so... are we saying that celeste could maybe have a little sibling if we find the time?" she asked, her eyes filled with love as she looked at him. she’d loved every second of having celeste—well, maybe not the birth part—but she wouldn’t want anything more than to have another child with casey. motherhood suited her, if she was being honest. sure, she'd have to get back to work soon, but with what she did, she could take celeste with her or leave her with the band—those guys loved their little niece so much. "now i want another baby," she groaned dramatically, before teasing him again. "oh, you should stop, or you'll get even harder, and people will notice. pressing me against you won't help," she said with a playful kiss on his cheek. "what a sweet torture," she added, sticking her tongue out at him.

[musesbykai]

The Warden and The Beast.

Two entities that exists as one, completely fractured being. The Beast; a prisoner stuck in the back of his own mind and The Warden; an entity conditioned to follow the commands of his creator. They must learn to work together in order to become whole again. 

-

This piece isn’t really related to any of my muses here but I wanted to post it because I do like how it came out in the end. The character, Torrar, is my blorbo for the Star Wars 5e conversion campaign that is being DM’d by a friend of mine.

Torrar is a mutated, bingus Togorian who is just deplorable in every way and while he certainly has been my most challenging character to play and develop, he’s been a lot of fun and I really like where his story is headed!

Timelapse here!

[verflares]

(pre-calam) filling the compendium :-)

+ closeup and the aftermath

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

not enough discussion about the gavins' complicated relationship with feminine-coded/beauty products, i don't think.

[tenvishund]

F I S S I O N - Why the hell do you hurt yourself for this?

[bluespiritshonour]

here's 18-19 year old aang sketches. been hearing aang is ugly discourse—no he ain't. he was just 12.

[akai-anna]

Hello there, dear @itsokaytomakemosstakes!

I was your assigned gift maker for the @dcmk-exchange event!

Ever since you shared your lovely mugs with me, the thought that Ran would get them as a matching kitty set for herself and Conan, wouldn't leave me alone. So I decided to embrace the idea; for both the headcanon and the personal touch.

Originally I planned something more silly, but the soothing vibes of my first sketch were just so lovely, I went with this instead (especially since I thought you might appreciate a bit of peace).

I hope you'll like this, and I really have enjoyed chatting with you, Moss!

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[viric-dreams]

I've really put this guy through the wringer lately. To make up for it: France did him a world of good. Mission successful, new agent converted. The sun and the sea were lovely (although it left him a fairly nasty burn where he'd once had a violant tattoo, and exhausted in a way that doesn't feel at all tied to the long walks along the coast).

Returning to London did nothing to damper his mood. The opposite, in fact. He'd thrown himself into the social sphere, hosted parties, rejoined clubs and societies, made peace with the vicar, returned to his work. He'd felt more like himself than he had in years.

Lottie did not come to Brittany. He'd received the letter mid way through his trip. It was too difficult to travel so last minute. She had to stay with the kids. He tried not to let it wear on him too much. There will be another time. It's so taxing to return to the surface, but maybe he can again. Eventually. There's always time.

For now, he's happy.

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

i feel like i've lost the ability to draw so here are some doodles/ 1st draft designs I made for some of the monster high girlies bc I've still got the urge to draw despite that. they all need some work but I feel like I've gotten to a good starting point.

ive got quite a few ideas for the rest but we'll see if I ever get to them lol

beware the tags! (i never shut up)

[faunandfloraas]

Seungmin saying they changed song by so it would be easier for people to watch and listen and then me seeing people going "Yes! It's good it's on tiktok and shorts now" and I'm like. Oh. You're all so fucking stupid <3

[vaxxman]

I'm sorry, but your Medic is the most appealing design I've ever seen of him!! You just draw him so.... shaped??? I dunno, it's just very good!!

This is such a cute message to get, here take this panel I drew today, it encapsulates my flushed reaction.

(There's no way you'll be able to guess the context to this panel)