#I think another thing I wanna kind of work on is hair textures ^^ I haven't done a lot of different ones yet!

[artisticxlly]

For the artist ask! 18, 19 and 20!

Ohhh thank you so much!! :D

18: What are you currently trying to improve on?

Anatomy! I put it off for a long time and also had quite a huge break where I didn't draw anything (art block and just general life stuff was crazy, I did other mediums though!). I don't like having to rely on references very heavily (not that its a bad thing, but I want to portray more diverse body types than the references that I use) and it takes me a long time to figure things out and I wanna 'fix' that ^^

19: What is the most difficult thing for you to draw?

(Art that I'm happy with, lol /nsrs)

God, backgrounds. When I do them they're not super bad ig? But they take soooo much time for me so most of the time I don't bother ^^'

When it comes to anatomy, which is also difficult for me, I think I'm more or less equally bad at each part lol. But yeah, backgrounds take the cake!

20: What is the easiest thing for you to draw?

Honestly hair! It's the one thing that I usually draw once or twice and am happy with even after completing my work :) The rest of my art goes through a lot more re-drawing and looser sketching. Still think I can improve on it though!

[princessailment]

— the princess guide on glowing up:

recently i noticed how in love i've become with my appearance after a long time of strongly hating how i look. i wondered how i got to this point so i worked backwards to figure out what changed and made this post.ᡣ𐭩

GETTING OVER MY INSECURITIES

social media is one of the main things that attributed to my insecurities. when you're constantly bombarded by posts praising girls that look nothing like you for their beauty it's easy to trick yourself into thinking that must mean you're not beautiful since you have nothing in common with them. someone's beauty does not take away from yours, but it can make you forget yours. the first change i made that signified the beginning of my new found self love was when i started to look at models and influencers and actresses that looked more like me. i believe there's beauty in every feature, you just have to see it in a beautiful light. i stopped considering my features ugly when i distanced from any content that would insist on them being flaws and instead exposed myself to beautiful girls who had the same exact features and realised they didn't make them any less beautiful.

SETTING MY OWN BEAUTY STANDARDS

a crucial point in my journey to loving my physical appearance was disregarding society's already set beauty standards and it's expectations. the truth is you can't build your confidence based on how much you fit others' standards because everybody has their own idea of beauty and what might make you beautiful in someone's eyes might make you ugly in another's. so that's why i decided to create my own standards and measure myself based on what i personally think is beautiful.

i did this by taking out my journal, closing my eyes for a few seconds and imagining what i considered to be the epitomy of beauty, then i wrote down a description of what i imagined. if you're having trouble picturing the details, you can try answering some of these questions:

what kind of girl would i see on the street and would leave something that is more than an impression on me? what texture is her hair? what color is it? how is she wearing it, is it parted in the middle or to the side? is it styled or is it down? is it long or short? is she wearing makeup? if yes, is it natural makeup or is it more on the bold side? is she wearing jewellery? is it dainty or flashy? what is her body type? is she skinny or curvy? does she have her nails done? are they long or short? what type of clothes is she wearing?

after i decided on my own beauty standards, i made changes to my appearance and the closer i got to that image i had of the perfect girl in my head the happier i grew with myself.

EMBRACING MYSELF

now while i was picturing the perfect girl in my mind, i made sure that she had my features. i didn't imagine her without my 'insecurities'. essentially i was just imagining myself if i reached my maximum potential, i didn't change anything i was already born with i only changed the customizable things in a way that i thought was beautiful / suited me more. and that's what i wanna talk about in this part, the importance of embracing myself the way i am.

embracing myself didn't only help me in the mental aspect where i started to love myself more, but it also helped me physically. i started to look a lot better when i stopped trying to force myself to look 'sexy' and admitted that i was more suited for makeup & clothes that are more on the cuter side.

obviously i'm not trying to tell you what to do, but i'm willing to bet that you would look a whole lot better if you wore clothes that fit your body type instead of forcing yourself into tight and uncomfortable clothing. the idea is to understand that there isn't only one type of beauty, so you don't have to force yourself to do things that don't suit you to be beautiful.

IDENTIFYING YOURSELF + YOUR STYLE

i've talked about how you should do things that suit you, but how do you even know what does or doesn't suit you? well you have to start by identifying what 'you' are first.

while i was going through this phase of my glow up journey, i found that there are three things that you have to know about yourself: your face shape, your skintone/undertones and your body type. you can figure them out by looking at yourself in the mirror and referencing these charts below. if you're having a hard time determining where you fit, you can ask a family member/friend for their opinion. i think that wearing things that compliment you makes you look put together no matter what your style is, it gives you the perfect 'canvas'.ཐིཋྀ

from these three things you can figure out what eyebrow shape, hairstyles + hair colors, clothes and colors would suit you the best. you can do that by simply going on pinterest or tiktok and looking up "hairstyle recommendations for ____ face shape". you can also use celebrities with similar traits as inspiration.

as for developing your style, i think that is something you naturally develop over time as you try out things and evolve your taste. but if you're stuck on where to start, i recommend quizzes! there are a lot of korean/chinese quizzes scattered over the internet that can help you. something else i recommend is checking out @/dreamgrlarchive's blog, she has a lot of posts dedicated to finding your style. also, don't shy away from trying out trends or aesthetics that pique your interest, you're drawn to them for a reason so don't let people online shame you for it.

EMBODYING CONFIDENCE

the mental aspect of glowing up is something that often goes unnoticed. glowing up doesn't only require changing physically but also mentally. you have to make sure the inside matches the outside. journaling allowed me to work through any negative thoughts and feelings i had towards myself as well as identify any habits i used to do out of insecurity that i needed to get rid of. you'd be surprised at how many beautiful girls lack self esteem. become comfortable with the fact that you're beautiful.ᡣ𐭩

[ayyy-pee]

kind of wanna open my requests so i can flex my brain a lil bit. yall send me something to write! sldkfjksd PLSSSSSSSSS

Hi Lexi!! How’re you?? 🥹💕

Could I possible request… some fluffy dad Suguru content? 🥹🥹 I just… think he’s such a sweet dad ❤️ And so caring and adoring 🫶

Nonnie, I'm SO late answering this!! I'm doing well! I hope you are too!! I hope you enjoy this because fluffy dad Suguru also makes me meltttt. He is just such a perfect dad fr I hope you enjoy this and thank you for the request! ❤️

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The first time Suguru holds his daughter, he is bewildered. The shock of watching her enter the world through you has not yet worn off and his mind is in overdrive. While the doctors and nurses work to ensure you’re healthy and in good condition, he’s handed this tiny human to care for in the meantime. And he has no clue where to start.

He simply watches her at first, amazed at how quiet she is, how her tiny hands are curled into fists and tucked under her chin. How her tiny chest rises and falls with calm breaths. And he’s amazed at how quiet you are, too. The baby’s entrance into the world was an emotional one for you both, Suguru holding your hand tightly as you pushed yourself to the brink of exhaustion to bring life into this world. You’re lying in bed with your eyes closed as you catch your breath and Suguru can’t help but stare at both you and your daughter.

She looks like you, he thinks. As she dozes in his embrace, he sees the uncanny resemblance. She has your best features – your nose, your cute pout, she even has a tuft of hair sitting atop her head that Suguru is certain will one day match your color and texture. He begins to wonder if he was even in the room when she came to be. This baby is all you.

But, he supposes he’s lucky. He can’t be unhappy about that. You’re wondrous. Even as you lie exhausted and sweaty, Suguru finds you to be the most ethereal being he’s ever seen. Strong, too. He’s certain he doesn’t know a single person in the world that is stronger than you right now. He definitely doesn’t know anyone as generous as you. To gift him something so extraordinary. He’s not sure he could ever express his gratitude.

The first tiny hiccup Suguru hears from his child makes him stand straighter, eyes wide as he peers down at her. And then another hiccup happens, followed by rapid breaths, a little pouty mouth that opens to let out quiet sobs. He looks at you in panic, but you meet his fear with a gentle expression on your face. One that holds encouragement, because you know that he needs it. You know he’s never seen himself as a father, never been confident in being one.

You know that he’s scared.

But you give him the boost he needs, gently rocking his baby in his arms, cooing softly. It’s like instinct kicking in. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He bounces the newborn, slowly walking around the hospital room as he tries to calm the baby. The cries quiet down gradually, the tight expression on her little face softening. “I’m here. Daddy’s here.”

And his heart swells as the cries stop, as her face relaxes, as his words comfort his child enough that she opens her eyes for the first time since coming into the world. She peers up, and Suguru stands still, heart nearly stopping when he sees violet eyes exactly like his own staring back at him. It’s the only thing it seems he’d passed on to her.

You are perfect. So incredibly perfect. He can’t believe what he’s seeing, that he’s holding such magnificence in his arms.

“See?” You call quietly to him from your bed. The doctor and nurses have given you the green light, letting you know they will be back to check on you soon. So it’s just you, him and the tiny world you’ve created together in Suguru’s embrace. Your eyes light up from across the room, guiding Suguru to your bedside where you smile softly as he leans forward to hand you the baby. “You’re already such a good dad. Himari is so lucky to have you.”

- - Six Years Later

“Daddy, hurry up!”

“Hold on! I need to fix my hair! Almost done!”

“Ooh! I wanna help!”

A quiet chuckle can be heard from behind Suguru as he sits in front of the vanity in the bathroom. You’re brushing through his hair, which has grown exponentially over the years. As you stroke through the strands, Suguru hums softly, a small smile curling on his lips when he hears the tiny footsteps slapping against the hardwood floors.

“She’s coming,” you tease, a sing-song lilt in your voice. You set the brush down on the vanity, stepping aside carefully as Suguru stands. He takes your hand in his, pulling you close. Well, as close as he can. Your round belly keeps him from being able to fully hold you. You’re due to give birth to your son any day now, and while Suguru begged for you to rest while he got dressed for tonight, you’d insisted on taking part in the festivities.

“Absolutely not! I want you both to look your best so I can get pictures!” You’d argued earlier, stubborn as ever.

“Oh, so you don’t think I could get Himari ready on my own?” Suguru asked, feigning offense and you scoff.

“No. Move.” You pushed past him, earning a hearty laugh from your husband. He loved your little attitude. He loved it even more when you were pregnant. It was so cute watching you waddle into the bathroom, starting the shower and barking at Suguru to wash his hair so you could style it. While he finished his shower, you got Himari ready, only returning when she was busy playing with her toys while waiting.

“Were the curls necessary?” Suguru asks, glancing at his reflection. You stand on the tips of your toes, attempting to press a sweet kiss to his cheek, only for Suguru to quickly turn his head and steal a kiss from your lips instead. You can’t help but grin.

“Stop it. I think you look –”

A loud squeal cuts through the atmosphere and you both snap your heads towards the sounds where Himari stands in the doorway of the bathroom. “Oh my gosh!! Daddy, you look so cute!!!” Your daughter claps her tiny hands, bouncing up and down.

You watch with hardly concealed amusement as she closes the gap between you three and Suguru kneels to her level immediately, forgetting all about you. “Not as cute as you, Hima.” He winks, taking Himari’s hand in his and twirling her around to take in her powder pink princess dress. Suguru wears the same colored shirt, insisting he match his baby from head to toe.

It’s adorable, because as the years have passed, any similarities Himari once shared with you have slowly disappeared. She’s practically a carbon copy of your husband – his eye shape and color, his nose and lips. Even her personality is the same as his, which is clear in the way they’re now bickering back and forth.

“Please, Daddy, pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseeeee–” your daughter whines, violet eyes wide as she juts her bottom lip out to pout.

“Please, what?” You question, glancing between the two. Suguru rolls his eyes, rising to his feet.

“She wants to put bows in my hair,” your husband mutters. You burst into a fit of giggles because you know exactly what’s going to happen next.

“What color, Hima?” Suguru asks her, moving past you to find the hair accessory drawer you keep on the bathroom shelves for your little girl.

Just what you knew would happen. What Himari wants, Himari gets. Especially when it comes to Suguru. He has said no to his daughter maybe three times in her entire six years of life. Your daughter folds her arms across her chest, closing her eyes and knitting her brows together in concentration (because this question is so very important) and God, she looks so much like her father it almost makes you emotional. Your hands find your belly, rubbing soothing circles over the soon to be new addition to the family as you observe your husband kneeling down again with the blue and purple bows that your daughter chose for him.

Himari tucks Suguru’s hair behind his ears, holding it in place by clipping a blue bow on one side and a purple bow on the other. Then Suguru does the same to hers – one blue and one purple bow to match his. He then lifts her, holding her tightly as Himari wraps her arms around his neck.

“Ready, Mommy!” They announce in unison.

- - - - - - - -

“Promise to take lots of pictures, Sugu,” you nag as your husband guides you slowly and carefully down the stairs. Himari waits impatiently at the bottom of the steps.

“Yeah, yeah. I will.”

“Suguru, I’m serious!”

He laughs, amused by the way you’re frowning. He won’t lie, everything you do while pregnant is adorable to him. He knows he shouldn’t go out of his way to annoy you, but you’re so cute and round with his baby, he can’t help it! “Yes, I know, love. I’ll take a lot of pictures.”

“Okay, good. Pictures of both of you, too. So I can frame them.”

“Yesssss, okay.”

Suguru helps you off down the last step, hands finding your belly and rubbing gentle circles. Your son kicks at his palms and he can’t help but feel his heart swell with pride. He can’t wait to hold his son the same way he held his daughter soon. Your sighing pulls Suguru from his daydreams, and he sees you staring up the staircase because he knows you likely won’t have the energy to try and get back up the stairs while he’s out. You’ll probably sleep on the sofa until he’s back and able to help you get up to bed safely. It’s become sort of a routine in these last few weeks.

Suguru leans down and places a kiss to the top of your head, a promise that he’ll take care of you when he gets home. He turns his attention to his eager daughter.

“Ready to go, Princess?”

She nods excitedly.

“Wait!” You exclaim. “Let me get a picture before you leave!”

“Babe, we’re going to be late…” Suguru groans, scooping Himari into his arms.

You roll your eyes, lifting your phone anyway. “Don’t care, smile!”

Himari beams, Suguru grins and again…twins. You snap a few photos, knowing it will only take Himari only a few seconds before her cute smile morphs into an expression that looks like she’s in pain.

“Okay!” Satisfied with your pictures, you hurry over to your husband, kissing your daughter’s cheek before Suguru gives you a quick peck on the lips. “I love you both so much. Have fun, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy!” Hima agrees, nodding with determination.

“We will, baby. I love you. Get off your feet and rest, please,” Suguru chides. “Call me if you need me. If you can’t reach me, call Satoru or Shoko, okay?”

“I will,” you reassure him, because beneath his calm request, you can hear the apprehension in his voice. These days, he’s hesitant to leave you alone for too long in case you go into labor while he’s gone. But this night is important to Himari, and with a little (a lot) of pushing, you’d finally convinced him to go.

You wave goodbye to your husband and daughter as they head out of the front door for the night. And maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones, but as you take a seat on the couch and pull up social media to share the photo of your husband and daughter, tears begin to fall. 

Himari has grown so much, and you are proud of the young girl she’s becoming. You wouldn’t be able to do this without the man who has been there with you through it all. You are so lucky to have Suguru – as a husband, as the father of your children. You can hardly believe there was ever a time where he doubted that he would excel at being a dad. These pictures are evidence enough that he was always going to be the best dad he could be. He would do anything for you, your daughter, for you, your son, your family.

With one hand you rub your belly, you sniffle quietly as you speak, “I can’t wait to take pictures like this with you, my sweet Yori…”

You hit ‘Send’ on your post, the photo of Suguru and Himari with matching outfits, matching hairbows, and matching smiles uploading with the caption: “Look at my cuties! Baby’s first Daddy-Daughter dance! ❤️”

[teruthecreator]

(tw for racism, pedophilia, transphobia, child impregnation mention)

yeah idk why y'all read this

i was originally going to just post this and have some tags with my reasonings, but i realized that opens me up to too much bullshit from people who may think i'm being unnecessarily mean or whatever. so i'm going to explain exactly why the screenshots above are something i hold issue with.

firstly, and i just want to get this out of the way, this post is not intended to be a hit piece against the creator. i've seen how she reacts to any mild-mannered or slightly joking criticism, so i know this post is probably going to not land well. but it isn't my intention to make her mad or anything--she's writing a piece of content for the internet, which means she is just as open to criticism as any other poster. and what i intend to go into in this post is criticism. i'm allowed to do this, as that is the nature of the internet. people are allowed to critique whatever they please, and if you don't want critique then you shouldn't post. simple as!

i am also making no attempts to posit myself as better than the creator. i'm not doing this for clout or moral superiority or any of that dumb shit. i simply want to discuss something that's been bothering me for a bit, while simultaneously warning people who haven't read this yet (who may be sensitive to the issues above) to steer clear. if things like casual racism or transphobia aren't properly tagged, then readers who are affected by such things run a risk reading this! same goes with people who are triggered by lewd content involving minors. i wanna make sure people are getting a more critical scope of this work than what has been hoisted up by others.

okay, now that i've gotten that out of the way, i'm going to get into my points.

firstly, the subtle and not-so-subtle racism throughout this fic, especially in relation to serizawa. i'm white, so there is only so much i can speak on without trampling over the words of other fans of color, but some of this feels so blatant it's odd it hasn't been noted earlier. it's important to note before i go into it that serizawa is specifically written as half-black half-japanese for this fic, in case the screenshots don't make it abundantly clear. but there are just too many moments of casual racism in this fic. i'm not talking about the plot point of serizawa being bullied as a kid for being mixed; i'm not mixed, so i can't speak on the accuracy there but it is well-known that black people face a lot of racism in japan. i'm talking about how it seems everyone else has these racist moments that aren't acknowledged by serizawa or the narration as being bad.

reigen hypothesizing over serizawa's exact ethnic background is just strange. yes he's a fairly observant guy (he has to be, with his job), but there is no canonical evidence to suggest he would immediately jump to theorizing whether serizawa is american or not. and the way it's posed in that first quote--"he has darker skin and the kind of hair texture that would likely indicate African ancestry"--is not great. that's an extremely inappropriate way to bring up someone's race. i don't think most people would stare at someone and be like "hmmm well your nose shape and hair texture would suggest you're of this race". it's racial essentialization that is only slightly covered up by the excuse of "oh he tweets in english". there are some other smaller moments of questionable wording, like calling serizawa's afro "sloppy" when it isnt (which btw there's another issue with the creator only referring to an afro as a "fro". it's a hairstyle; you're allowed to use the actual name of it). even if reigen cuts his hair in canon, he never states it's because serizawa's afro looks sloppy. (also there's something to be said about the casual racism baked into making your employee cut his natural hairstyle for a job, as that is a very real issue many black people face when wearing their natural hair or even protective styles in the workplace.)

i'm especially bothered by toichiro's very casual racist remarks. toichiro in this fic is a general bother of mine (most of which can be boiled down to "he would not fucking say that"), but the way she chooses to characterize him in relation to serizawa feels gross. calling a black man a slave should be a very obvious red flag, but also saying serizawa (again, as a black man) has a "brutal masculine appeal" is also extremely stereotypical and racist. and really there is just no need for it; toichiro's actions in canon prove how shitty of a guy he is without the need for him to be racist (along with other things i'll get to in a bit). as my girlfriend put it: he doesn't need to be a member of the fucking kkk to show he's a bad guy.

there's also, again, the very casual racist remark of calling serizawa a "dog". i don't care if that isn't the intent; when you are writing a character of color you need to be aware of your wording, even in insults (unless she intended to make tsuchiya racist, which i don't think she did).

secondly, the eugenics/child pregnancy bit. it is surreal to even have to write this, but i seriously do not understand the purpose of either of these bits in the story. they are so minor yet so jarring you can't help but wonder why they're there. once again, i do not think you need to have toichiro doing esper eugenics just to prove he is an evil guy. he has nuance, and by making him casually reference child pregnancy (like that isn't an INSANE thing to say) reduces that nuance to nothing. that's the only reason i could see why that bit was included: to make toichiro look worse. but, even still, the author is running the risk of potentially triggering victims of csa or people who don't want to see that by not properly tagging the mention of it (or, at the very least, warning readers in the intro notes). the only other explanation for it would maybe be shock factor??? but that's a pretty shitty thing to use for shock factor, if i'm honest. also the fact that the esper eugenics was referenced again in a more recent chapter just has me very disturbed and confused. there isn't a canonical explanation for why we see less espers who are women than espers who are men, but that doesn't mean we need to jump to fucking Eugenics. it's weird!

thirdly (and this is probably one of my biggest problems and the main reason i wanted to make this post), the weirdly lewd/sexual language shou uses constantly, along with referring to reigen as a pedo or a creep at several points. frankly, i think it's pretty fucking gross for someone in their near-40's to be writing a 12-year-old talking so casually about sex like that's normal. which, i'm sorry, but it's not. yes, teens know about sex and like to joke about lewd shit. but a 12-year-old is not about to make references to a grown man's virginity. 12-year-olds draw dicks on their desk bc they think it's funny. 12-year-olds say the word "buttfuck" because it has the words "butt" and "fuck" in it, and those are the two funniest words on earth to a kid that age. i literally do not understand the purpose of having shou be so lewd all the time. for one, it doesn't make sense for his character. shou is shown time and time again to be extremely mature for his age, but that maturity extends to shit like assembling a counter-terrorism unit and extending a hand to his father to allow him to try again. and even then he's still just as naive as any other kid his age! the omake where he's telling his guys to go to the "far right corner" based on ritsu’s advice proves that he still has plenty of blindspots that are indicative of his age. leaning into this raunchy, lewd version of shou is just weird. and, again, i think it is made a bit weirder given the author's age!!! not ageshaming or whatever--i'm 23 and i write fanfic, clearly i cannot judge there--but it is just extremely inappropriate in my opinion. also having shou be more versed in sextalk than serizawa is odd too and speaks to a larger issue of serizawa's infantilzation throughout this fic, but that's something i can get into in another post if people want an explanation.

also, the way she constantly calls reigen a creep and even has him being accused of being a pedophile during the twitter cancellation is extremely inappropriate when, again, there is NO CANONICAL BASIS FOR THIS! everyone just calls him a fraud and a scammer during separation arc; there is never a reference to reigen being seen as a pedophile in that arc. and, yes, while there are versions of mob psycho where reigen is very clearly written as a creep (looking very specifically at the netflix adaptation), that doesn't mean it's good. honestly, the creep mentions all just feel like really poor jokes that do not land in the slightest.

finally, the transphobia (aka WHY IS SHIMAZAKI A CHASER). i literally do not know what else to say other than: why? why is this a thing? why is he a chaser? what is the purpose of this? is it a joke? i feel like it's supposed to be, but seeing as the author is cis i don't think that's a joke she should really be making. it not only comes out of left field, but it's just kind of a weird thing to ascribe to a character for no reason. not to mention, it's uncomfortable! trans women deal with enough creepy antics from cis men in real life--why must they be accosted by this guy too? it's just weird and uncomfortable.

i wanna round out this post by saying, once again, that i'm not trying to attack anyone with this post. but i do hope people come away from this with a new perspective on this work, and maybe think twice before recommending it uncritically to someone. to the author specifically, i hope you can read my post without rage or indignance blinding you. i might be a little blunt or rude in parts, but it's only because i'm passionate and i don't mince my words when it comes to things i'm passionate about. to the readers, understand i am not judging you for reading this fic without noticing these things. your own life experiences will give you certain blindspots and there's nothing wrong with that. i have plenty of blindspots of my own! it's what makes us human.

there is more i could say, but this post is long enough. i ask that if you come to me in my inbox or in dms about this that you treat me with respect, as i will do that for you. writing something like this took a lot out of me, as i'm usually not so open about my opinion on shit like this.

have a good day :-)

[inujous]

OK give me all of the Charlie lore all of it and if you don't feel like you want to do that give me silly Charlie fax instead

I can't bc i wanna write it all out in my FIC which - chapter 3 is in the works I promise. BUT I can give some things!

Charlie survived the attack on her life, but upon surviving the attack, she was met with another stunt in her life - being removed from public schooling and locked in the Emily household.

She is hardly able to have guests over at this time, so sometimes Michael climbs into her window to hang out.

She is never seen without the Marionette attached to her back, looming over her as a second shadow. It was made to guard and protect, and so it will do exactly that.

It's flipped Michael many times already.

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Charlie likes to dress femininely, contrary to most fandom & comic/novel choice. She just doesn't care about what looks good, so she is a fashion disaster often. She enjoys wearing lip gloss most over lipstick - but will sometimes try it out. Likewise, she gets her hair texture from her father Henry, wavy hair, fluffy.

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Charlie loves rabbits due to Theodore and how kind Sweet Bonnie is to her (uncle Will), she likes both original Sweet Bonnie and the 'new' Bonnie. She's seen the papers for Toy Bonnie and think they look neat too!

She if asked what animal she was would say 'I was a bear cub, but Im a bunny in my heart.'

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When living with Aunt Jen at age 13, she is taught defense and to fend for herself, foraging skills and the like as Aunt Jen insists it's important.

[theclo4ked1]

abnormally large paintbrush aura, too (scroll down for the art) Happy New Year, everybody. 2024 is off to a pretty great start so far for me, especially today since we finally got snow on my part of ZA WARUDO. We, mostly me, made these really cool snow-people in the last 24 hours, look.

These are my friends (in order from left to right), Monkeypaw, Hemorrhoid, and Kankersore. Hemorrhoid is Kankersore's girlfriend. Monkeypaw was found to have fallen over earlier this afternoon, so he's dead, RIP. What I liked about creating them was treating the snow like clay, that's why the men hats made from snow, and even though you can hardly see it, Hemorrhoid has a hair bun. She and Monkeypaw both got dat necklace drip, but only he and Kankersore have brown eyes (the darkness is made from dirt and leaves).

Snow sorry for the sort of cold opening (and the puns), I was just really happy to share that. Anyways, a short time after the last series of paintings, I had started a new project in which I experimented in larger paintings. I made three that time, so lemme tell ya 'bout 'em. Again, like last time, the paintings are ordered by creation.

I wanna say something, but I wanna see if you notice a change in subject (hint, hint), especially when you get into the next post. So, the one on the left is a Lunar Valley-type grassland with the mountains that line some of the valley's perimeter. It's a very (hmm how do I say...) "airy" kind of painting. It just looks like the texture is cloudy/foggy, especially in the mountains (not pyramids, as a peer had thought). The paint is thin because I diluted the paint with more oil, in addition to pre-coating the canvas in Linseed Oil, which was over a dried layer of extremely thinned brown Acrylic Paint. This series was when I began to incorporate Acrylic Paint into my works. The other painting is an aqueduct whose water flows into a forest, all against an orange sky with the sun standing by. The water is the best thing about the painting, and I was given constructive criticism to improve on the piece, but I've yet to act on it. The best thing suggested was to add bricks to the aqueduct to make it more like an aqueduct.

In the last post, I mentioned "another dreamscape painting I’ve wanted to make for a little over a year now," and how that's "a story for another time." That time is now, BEHOLD, my floating masterpiece: the EGG CarRrRiARrr! AHEM sorry, I had played Sonic Adventure some days ago after about a year or so since I last touched it. My "waifu for laifu" PlayStation3 would know better than I would, but anyways, let me tell you, now the story of the next painting-- wait no, a bit of backstory: I was at friend's birthday party back in October 2022, when I actually had the dream. It was a fun time, and that chocolate cake she shared with us was awesome. I can't remember what kind of chocolate cake, but it was mmmmm… Later that night, I returned home to my bed and slept. The dream began. Please BARE WITH ME as I try to remember exactly what I experienced. I told the same story to my peers, and I think I explained it better since it was at an earlier time relative to now, when I'm more likely to forget more of a finer details of that dream because it was so long ago. It's a weird one, too; Activation-synthesis theory and all:

I was captured and tied up aboard the evil pirate Risky Boots' ship, just about to walk the plank and thrown into the drink. I was cornered, with the sea to my back, and Risky and her sword across my throat. I don't know what I did, but it was likely I wouldn't make it out of this alive. Next thing I knew, I found myself in the ocean of my own blood, and the last thing I saw was that pirate's face (and her rack). I most likely died by drowning first... It was dark for a period, followed by a gradual brightness and materialization of my environment. A massive and ever-shifting sea of yellow dandelions forming a floor and a ceiling in front of an azure sky that looked like it had a navy-blue rip in the space-time continuum. I was floating over the sea. I wasn't in the air, but I wasn't swimming either. And speaking of swimming, a Blue whale was maneuvering through the environment as if it were swimming in water, it even went into the flowers. For some reason I can't remember, I began calling out to Nina, as if I was brought to this heaven for the sole purpose to find my "daughter" (spoiler: I couldn't find her). I continued floating to a point where the flowers started to end, and a dirt path of green grass began. I had landed. Finally, I was able to walk. I walked, still hoping to find Nina. The path lead to a new environment. It widened; tall trees began to appear and grow taller with every step I took. Zoo animals were present along the road, yet the only one I remember clearly was an elephant. I continued walking until I approached a familiar looking set of fences, which I recognized as part of the zoo that used to be part of a childhood park. Behind me and the fences, was the playground by where my Grama used to live. In this playground was a crowd of people; kids and adults. Among all the noise and children and water spraying from the newly installed play-area was my father, just watching. None of my siblings were there nor my mother. Just him. I walked up to him. I opened my mouth to ask "Hey Dad, have ever you seen 2001: A Space Odyssey?"

Put that on Wattpad, why don't I? After that last line, I woke up, and that same morning, I talked to my father about the dream and asked him the same question, to which he responded "yes". He also recommends I give the movie a watch, which I've also yet to do, but it's on my list. In fact, it was the first thing on my "Movies To Watch" list. V For Vendetta was recommended to me also by one of peers to which I told my dream. I think that same peer also commented how the dreamscape painting looks like a flag. By the way, this is only painting with a name in the series. I call it "i died and went to heaven". There were also multiple versions before this one. Sorry, I'm forgetting what I want to say. OH, yeah yeah, so that dream left me pondering. First off, I'm a weirdo who's Agnostic and Christian. What do I mean by this incredibly ridiculous and confusing proclamation? Welp, I'm on the fence about truly believing in God; that He created all, and the stuff about Jesus and whatnot, and I occasionally pray (though I don't think prayer is an exclusively religious concept), yet I'm not really Christian; however, I'm not opposed to the belief of the existence of a heaven and hell. What am I, can you tell me? Back to the dream, after I died, I was taken to the dandelion oceans. I'll chalk this up to the Activation-synthesis theory, but if that was supposed to be my heaven (cuz there ain't no fire and brimstones and all that junk), is everyone's heaven different based on their own perceptions? D-do you understand what I'm trying to ask? I asked my dad about it too, and his answer is one I also cannot remember, but I think he was just as unsure as me. I had always thought Heaven was this magical afterlife, with clouds and sunshine, and the gate outside of Heaven where Madea can stay so she don't have to go to Hell-- what? Well, I suppose that's what TV told me. Ever since that night, my view of what Heaven could, at the very least, look like has been the dandelion oceans, the blue sky with the rip in the space-time continuum, and the whale. It just has to be Activation-synthesis theory, it could only be! Yet, how I do remember almost everything about the arbitrary events. It was illogical, nonsensical, I was travelling backwards through time in the dream for crying out loud. It took parts from all over my unconscious, and not a single GOT damn part of the dream was related to Sonic the Hedgehog OR Dora the Explorer, two of the biggest influences in my childhood. No, it'd have to be subconscious, wouldn't it? I don't know but like, how do you take my favorite flower, NiGHTS Into Dreams, Shantae, the children's playground, the old park with the abandoned zoo, and my dad and make a dream like this? Where did the space odyssey come from?! Aargh! I'm going to bed. As usual, thanks for reading.

[soporificsponge]

And nobody knows like me

Once when I was a little kid (maybe in the fourth grade?) I threw a bit of hissy fit on the drive to school because I wanted to cut bangs or dye my hair or do something to my head that my mom vetoed, noting that whatever I wanted to do would probably be unflattering (and let's be honest she was definitely 100% right). I remember saying something under my breath about how "it's my head" and "I should be able to do whatever I want to my own hair" and my muttering made my mom lose what was left of her thinning patience and she screamed behind the wheel "You wanna look like some crazy homeless Korean hooker? GO FOR IT."

That night after both of us regained some semblance of sanity she tried to explain her reasoning behind why I shouldn't abuse my hair with the kiddy safety scissors. I don't remember the entire lecture, but one phrase has stuck with me since and (literally I'm not kidding) I think about this phrase every fucking day:

"You eat with your eyes first."

Okay, so the other day I was listening to Love Grows (objectively a fucking banger) but I have a couple of issues with that stupid song. Actually I only have one issue with it, but it's an issue with a lot of implications. An issue that contains multitudes. Or whatever.

As everyone knows, the song goes (my bitter interpretation of the song is in italics):

She ain't got no money

She's really fucking hot

Her close are kinda funny

I put up with her quirkyness 'cause she's really fucking hot

Her hair is kinda wild and free

But in a hot way

Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes

I follow her around 'cause she's hot

and nobody knows like me

Everybody knows that she's hot

...

She's really got a magical spell

She's smoking hot

and it's working so well

She is a fine looking woman

that I just gotta say

hey

So, my issue with the song actually has nothing to do with the song itself. The song itself is probably written with genuine romantic intentions. I just assume that the dude who's singing this song "ate with his eyes first." I don't know why this pisses me off so much. I just kind of wish the song went something like "She's a snaggletoothed crack-eyed bitch with unsightly legs and a lot of acne, but I'm still attracted to her." That'd be true love. Instead for whatever reason I just assume that he's willing to put up with all of these "quirks" (talking lazy, people saying she's crazy, her life being a mystery) because she's hot.

The thing is, I have no fucking right to complain. I do the same thing - I eat with my eyes. I always assume that I can size someone up before I even talk to them. Problematically, my intuition is often accurate, if imprecise (and by that I mean I am typically on point thematically if not exactly e.g. I can tell that someone might be unpleasant to be around, but I'm not immediately conscious of the exact reason). Another dangerous assumption I make (and I am yet to decide whether or not this is valid): that my intuition about people is accurate because people treat other people based on how they look, and how people are treated shapes them. What a fucked up positive feedback loop.

What I mean to say is: ugly people are treated less delicately. They are not savored. I think this treatment affects everyone's outer texture. Ugly people become tough or chewy or sinewy. Beautiful people aren't worn down like that, so sometimes they're more sharp. I don't know if this makes sense.

(A brief aside, I don't really feel like explaining what beautiful and ugly are. You know what they fucking are. Don't even try to say that they're subjective, because that's only true to a certain extent and everyone knows that.)

The phrase "you eat with your eyes first" is particularly acute because relationships born of visual attraction are born to be more like consumption than love. This begs the question -- have I been chewed up and spit out because I'm ugly?

Maybe. I think the fact that I'm not hot doesn't help. But then again I have objectively gorgeous friends who are treated like shit all the time, so obviously whatever profound thing I think I'm getting at here doesn't explain it all.

Ultimately, I have a crush one someone right now that I never found to be extremely physically attractive. On first glance I thought he was somewhat below average, actually. When I first got to know him I found him intolerable. He's objectively weird. I still find him intolerable, but in a way that hurts my chest instead of my head. I think he doesn't hate me. And now I like his face and his weird gangly limbs. His facial features that I once found harsh now seem to carry a strength I couldn't notice before. It's almost like his company sort of eroded whatever bullshit beautiful/ugly dichotomy I drew my whole life. I don't notice the pores on his face anymore. (Another thing about beautiful people - they're like that Seurat painting.) To beat this metaphor into the ground with a baseball bat so that I may never think of it again: I ate with my eyes, but apparently YOU CAN'T TASTE WITH YOUR FUCKING EYEBALLS. QED.

Anyways, I get the song now, and I think I might cut my hair tomorrow.

Because Love grows where my Rosemary goes And nobody knows like me It keeps growing every place she's been And nobody knows like me

… If you've met her, you'll never forget her And nobody knows like me

… La la la- believe it when you've seen it Nobody knows like me

(This guy has a girlfriend, btw. Fuck me.)

[notlevifromobeyme]

How I think the Obey Me! Boys would react to: I want a kid (fem! MC mostly.)

Lucifer

He starts smiling, both happily and seductively

“Only if your ready too. I won’t push you to do anything, understand (what you want him to call you.)?”

That kid probably takes after him the most in the mind, but they look like you in the face.

Luci wants another, you end up with 6 more (like his brothers) but he enjoys it.

Mammon

He’d say no, only because he knows you’ll spend less time with him and more time with the kid.

“When he grows up, he better have a damned good job!”

He has mammon’s tanned skin, with your hair and eyes.

Ends up adoring that kid, doesn’t want another one, because it’s too much and they’re perfect.

Levi

“I’m not ready for that!!!”

Very nervous once you have a kid, but he takes after Levi, loves anime and games, manga, all that.

They’re Best friends, Levi even gets a Henry 3.0 for him.

Takes after Levi’s and hair color, and his eyes. Otherwise they have your hair texture and your skin color.

Satan

“Right now? Ok” this guy loves to mix and fucking destroy your insides. Can’t tell me he wouldn’t blindfold you with some kind of tie and fuck you silly in all the places he can find.

Once you have one, he’s glad they take after his smarts. Actually looks just like you when you were a kid, but so much more sly like Satan.

Satan loves showing him all the books he read while in the HoL. (You guys have your own house.)

Satan teaches him to cuss Luci out. You, at the same time, tell him not to.

Asmo

He wouldn’t want a kid, would wanna ruin your insides/want you to ruin his insides.

If you do have a kid, they have lust in their being but not as much as Asmo.

Pretty eyes, like Asmo’s shade. They may have two separate eye colors or yours mixed with his.

Hates when they cry, goes into a full panic attack.

Beel

Says yes almost instantly.

Can’t tell me this man isn’t huge, probably could only fit half in because it was too huge.

Not a glutton, thankfully, because you would probably go into debt.

Looks like Beel, but has your persona.

Belphie

“Too much work”

If you did have a kid, though, he would adore them.

Would take after both sides’ persona, they have your hair with a little white streak like Belphie. Has his eyes, too.

They’d be an outside kid, probably have some bloody/bruised knees. They also like sleeping in the forest.

Lord Diavolo

I just know this guy loves kids. When they took care of the No.2’s, pure bliss covered his face.

His length would be seen through your damn stomach. You can probably see him twitching in there, cross eyed, saying things like “Fuck, I can’t take much more..”, “Your so cute and tight, MC..!” And he’d probably have pre cum dripping out of you, making a bigger mess wherever you guys are. Clutching your hips so much it leaves marks.

The little prince/princess of the Devildom, amazing. They of course has Dia’s pretty eyes, and his dark skin. Your hair and your personality.

Loves playing games with them, hates putting them to bed, he’s a kid himself, he loves having fun.

Barbs

“I’ve never thought about that. Whatever you want, I shall give.”

Barbatos teaches them great manners.

Runs around with Luke a lot, and loves teaching them how to bake.

Has Barbatos’ scary smile, hair and persona. He has your eyes, but they don’t really work that well, probably has glasses.

Simeon

Would say yes, because Luke will have another friend.

His whines while fucking are probably the prettiest things you’ll hear. He goes in and out slow, but rams it inside when he goes back in. He throws his head back when he cums, takes it out, and sees it drip out of you. He loves seeing his cum drip down from you to the elegant bedsheets. (Probably stroking it a bit, making it twitch more.)

Refuses to tell them about how sex works.

He has a mix of Simeon’s dark skin with yours. Likes styling their hair like yours, but has Simeon’s beaming persona and eyes.

Solomon

Bad idea if you can’t cook.

Takes all after Solomon, mini Solo is probably a devil (You know what I mean, not the demon brothers/royalty.)

Loves witchcraft, has probably make many pacts already.

Disturbing, I’d say. Luke is a bit scared of him.

[romanticsims]

hi love! i legit just found your page yet i'm absolutely BLOWN AWAY by your edits, oh my gosh :O i love the gif you posted about your editing process and i was wondering if you'd be willing to post the different pictures in it side by side so i could more easily see the process? if that's too tedious that's totally okay and i completely understand :) thank you for reading dear, have a great day!! <3 (the post i'm talking about is post/683152127057641473)

Hello anon!

Thank you so much for the kind words! I’m so happy you like my edits and are interested in the process (truly my favorite thing to talk about)

I’m gonna number each part of the process, I tend to save a picture after I think I made significant enough changes and then continue so idk how organized this will be but I’ll happily upload a progress video of another edit if you or others are interested! Also for reference, I edit mostly in Procreate

1. Picture one is the render fresh from Blender! I immediately notice clipping issues I wanna fix and elements from the Sims that didn’t translate well into blender (like her nose and lip presets)

2. This shot is after I brought it into Photoshop and used my basic actions (topaz clean, smart sharpen, and camera raw filter). This is also where I separate the subject from the background for easy editing, and blur the background (I usually use tilt and field blur, I also added motion to this one since she’s in a bustling city)

3. I’m in Procreate now and use the start (and early motivation and excitement) to get the fixing work done. Smoothing the harsh lines of the clipping with the smudge tool and parts of her face that don’t look right with Liquify

4. The fun parts begin and I get started on drawing the hair (I also smudge the hair underneath to blend better with the hair I draw on) and begin pulling colors from her skin and drawing on top of them with a noise brush for texture. I made some adjustments to the background and the lighting as well since I was focusing on the skin and wanted the lighting just right

5. This was when the skin got FUN because I added the blushing and started really going ham on the cheek bones and her freckles. Fixed her features some more with liquify and really made sure the hair blended with the background as I drew a lot of it in myself. (At this point in the process I was both so in love with her and so fucking tired I knew I should stop before I went too far lol)

6. And then the final adjustments were made! I use Curves at the start, then I move on to using a Gradient Map to adjust contrast, and my favorite parts are using blurs and Ambient Occlusion to really make everything blend seamlessly. I love adding fog to my shots, it blends the subject with the background and really adds a more natural touch to the setting. I color the fog to match the mood, in this case a very desaturated blue. Final touch is sharpening the image and adding noise for that real picture effect I love. (Both the background and the subject get different levels of noise as well)

I don’t know for sure but I believe the time it took to finish her took about 5 hours total, and I hope this gives some insight into what I do! I’d be happy to answer any more editing questions, it’s truly my favorite part! Thank you again for reaching out and I hope you have the best day too! You definitely made mine ☺️

[be-gay-do-heists]

hardison/parker || masc day for parker, potentially while on date with hardison

i think it ended up a little more the dysphoria route with this one but i hope this at least touches on what u were looking for!! had a spark of an idea and had to write it :V

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If it was just the dress, maybe Parker could stand it.

Hardison had won choosing date night this time around, and he had suggested a new restaurant that recently opened up on the other side of town. A nicer restaurant. Which meant fancier clothes and Hardison had said the dress code recommended dresses so. The dress. It had been fine, leaving the brewpub in it to go meet Hardison at the restaurant. It was comfy enough, the fabric had a nice texture, and it was the same kind of green that you could see if you looked sideways at a professionally cut emerald, which was one of their favorite colors.

It was only upon arriving at the restaurant that they realized they really, really, really did not want to be wearing it.

And if it was just the dress, maybe it would be fine. But they were out in public, and Parker had come to understand over the years that if people in public thought they had your gender clocked, you had to act, walk, and talk a certain way if you didn’t want weird stares, unwelcome attention. A performance that they didn’t particularly have the energy for if there wasn’t a con and the promise of a payout at the end of it. The first “miss” they got from the hostess made them twitch, but they made sure to keep their mask up as they saw Hardison, already at the table, who smiled sunnily as they approached and stood to help with their chair. He was wearing his purple suit, the deep plum colored one that reminded them of a bottle full of red wine.

“Wow. You look amazing, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that dress for so long,” he said as they both sat down. “It’s not one of Sophie’s?” There was a trace of playfulness in his voice.

“No, it’s mine, I didn’t steal it,” Parker replied, latching onto his good mood for stability. They fidgeted, hyperaware of their bare shoulders and the cut of the dress around their torso. “Well, not from her anyways.”

Hardison snorted in that fond way of his. “Hey, it’s not stealing if it looks that good on you. That’s just proper re-appropriation. Anyways, you’re gonna love this place, the whole idea is normal fancy food, boring boring et cetera, but! They change the colors around so it messes with your senses and makes you experience it differently, you get me? I’m talking like green steaks, purple mashed potatoes. Cool, right?”

“Yeah, sounds great,” Parker agreed absently, discreetly hunching a little and hoping Hardison wouldn’t notice. They fiddled with the utensils on the table, which had little chameleons etched on them. That was fun. This was supposed to be fun, they reminded themselves.

“Hey, you ok?” Hardison asked, brows furrowed.

A waiter came up before he could say more. “Welcome, folks, pleasure to have you with us this evening. Can I start you with drinks?” After Hardison, concern still showing in his face ordered a fruity-sounding cocktail, the waiter turned to Parker. “And for the lady?”

They couldn’t help their flinch, knowing that Hardison saw it, and pulled out their most flawless grifting voice to respond. They deflated a little again once the waiter left.

“Shit. I shouldn’t have said dress. I should have specified that you could have worn anything you wanted, who even cares about restaurant dress codes,” the hacker said, rubbing his hands over his face. Parker had to give it to him, sometimes his brain worked faster than his computers, and he was always twice as perceptive. “Is it a they night? A he night?”

Parker shrugged a little apologetically. “I’m not sure. It’s just really, really not a she night.”

“I’m really sorry Parker, I should have checked in before we came,” Hardison sighed, and having him in the loop did actually make Parker feel a little better. “Do you wanna get out of here? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable for any longer than you have to.”

Parker immediately felt bad again. “No, you won date night, you were so excited about this place.”

“Man, don’t even sweat it,” Hardison reassured them, waving a hand. “We can come back some other time when we’re actually feeling it. Or if it’s never the date vibes, I can ask Sophie if she wants to try it sometime. You know she gets a kick out of dressing up and I’m sure she would call this place ‘an exercise in creative expression and reaction’ or something.” He smiled at Parker’s bark of laughter following his terrible impression of Sophie, which made a couple other patrons startle in their seats.

“I don’t really want to be in this dress anymore,” Parker admitted. “Maybe we could go back to the brewpub and do something there?”

“Hey, if I ever refuse a quiet night in, know that I’ve been replaced with a clone or maybe a mind-eating fungus,” Hardison beamed at them, and flagged down the waiter to pay for their drinks with a tip that made the man’s jaw drop, letting Parker lead the way out.

On the ride home, Hardison gave Parker his suit jacket, pretending he was too hot even though it was damp and cold out. It was far too big for the thief and they thought it was kind of ridiculous how it came down to almost their knees, but the broad shoulders on it made them feel good. And the wine color purple was fantastic, even though they thought it looked far better on Hardison. They said as much, and took a silent satisfaction in the way Hardison ducked his chin to hide his face.

Entering back into the safety of the brewpub and the upstairs apartment took a weight off Parker, and they sighed, kicking off their shoes and slipping off Hardison’s jacket to cast onto the back of the couch. Hardison picked up to carefully keep it from creasing with a “heaven help me” kind of look. “You got everything you wanna wear here? Need anything of mine?”

“Mostly, but…” Parker thought aloud. “Could I borrow one of your shirts? The soft ones?”

Hardison nodded fondly. “Sure thing, lemme grab one.” While he was in the bedroom, Parker stripped off their dress like it was burning them, shaking the feeling of it away once it was off. They spotted their good jeans on the chair by the hallway that Hardison liked to call “Parker’s wardrobe,” where all the clothes they had left while over lived, and rushed to put them on. They were comfy and boxy and had a button-up fly. More buttons felt good.

“Incoming,” Hardison’s voice called, and he entered with his eyes covered, tossing a shirt in their direction. Parker jumped to catch it, and quietly approved of his selection, a wooly flannel type. They wiggled it on, tucking it in slightly, and exhaled in relief on how delightfully big it was, draping off the prominent muscles in their shoulders, leaving enough room on their torso so that the fabric wouldn’t cling to them. They rolled up the sleeves to expose their strong forearms, looked down at their broad hands. Yeah, this was much better, they thought, tying up their hair high.

“I’ve still got those canvases from last time, and the same paints, if you wanna do that. Ooh, I just got some good charcoal too if you’d rather sketch,” Hardison was saying, sifting through his art supplies. Parker bounded over and pressed up against his side. He jumped slightly but turned to look at them. “Feeling better?”

“Lots,” Parker hummed.

The hacker took in their outfit change. “And looking damn handsome too. Real suave, James Dean kinda look.” When Parker wryly grinned and crossed their arms, squaring their shoulders and standing tall, he mimed a swoon (Parker could see the slight, genuine flush that rose to his face). “So what do you wanna do tonight?”

“Dunno, it’s still your date night,” Parker replied, putting a little more husk in their voice and enjoying the way they could see Hardison’s thoughts stutter slightly.

He recovered quickly. “Well, all I want is a nice night in with my fella, whatever we do is gonna be more than alright with me.”

Parker felt another glow of joy at the endearment, and moved to wrap their arms tightly around him, one hand coming up to grip the back of the hacker’s neck. “Thanks Hardison. I really mean it.”

Hardison softened a little against their firm embrace. “Of course, I never want you to be uncomfortable. I love you.”

“I know,” Parker responded, and smiled mischievously into Hardison’s shoulder as he sputtered.

“Oh no you did not—“

[childofaura]

For the feh artist thing, have you done Saori Toyota yet?

Not yet, but that's a good pick too! They drew mah boi Colm ;w; Forever grateful for that.

So Saori Toyota's kiiiiiind of a new-ish artist. I think they just started drawing last year? Either way, we've got a pretty good batch of characters from them: Resplendent Eirika, Resplendent Corrin, Colm, Saul, Yuri, and most recently F!Shez. A pretty good steady stream of characters to work on! And their art is very expressive. Let's start with Colm:

First off, we've got a very nice pose that encapsulates his nonchalant attitude, and it's not just a forward-facing pose. The color work is pretty solid and details like the wrinkles of his clothes and cape are well-drawn.

But another positive thing I wanna point out is their original costume designs for Resplendent Eirika, Resplendent Corrin, and Bridal Saul are SO AWESOME:

I will always love dear Maiponpon's Corrin artwork, but Saori does such a beautiful job with Corrin's outfit; Seliph, Ryoma, Eliwood, and Cordelia have well-blended enough outfits that thematically fit with Askr's style (While Linde, Reinhardt, Olwen, and Marth just... kind of look like they had their original outfits with some white and gold Askr patterns slapped on), but like Sharena said in the little descriptive blurb, Corrin LOOKS like he's the older brother of the Askr trio. They managed to perfectly balance the overall layout of his OG outfit with the aesthetics of Askr clothing. Also I like his hair, it has a nice texture to it.

And then Resplendent Eirika:

The colors are so drastically different from each other but Saori blends them together and makes it work. The overall outfit is simply gorgeous with the overlapping petals and corset. Also I included the crit because their critical effects are very nice to look at too!

And finally Saul:

I fully acknowledge that trying to design a groom outfit for the dudes is an entirely different monster than drawing bridal dresses; Traditionally Western men don't wear as flashy outfits as the women do. But they gave him a very pretty outfit while keeping his red scarf. Plus his little wink is entirely in-character. A+.

Getting to the criticism part of the review, I DO feel like they were a mis-pick for one character... and that's F!Shez.

Starting off:

Firstly, still wanna acknowledge the gorgeous color work. But her eyes feel... too big and round for her character. It just doesn't feel right for Shez.

Then there's her attack pose:

Shez is supposed to be a disciplined mercenary, someone who has a natural talent for fighting and is constantly working to better herself to eventually fight Byleth. But in this piece... she's all over the place. Her legs are all skewed, she doesn't look like she has a strong grip on her axe (Which looks like it might drop and take her with it), her ankles look broken, and her back is thrown out. I get that you don't need to be too practical with weapon poses in FEH because you're looking for dynamic and personality, but this isn't Shez.

And then there's her damage pose:

Shez. Honey. Girlfriend. Darling. What are you doing? That pose is ALL SORTS of wack. Her arms are crossed over each other, her legs are STILL askew, and she's got that "anime girl damage" pose going on.

Don't get me wrong, I still love Saori's artwork, but I don't think they were the best artist to draw F!Shez, especially compared to the bitchin' artwork we got for M!Shez.

Still an incredibly talented artist though, and someone I want to see design more Resplendent/Seasonal/Maybe even Ascended Heroes. 8/10.

[yuki-the-master-of-demons]

Sensitive Spots Part 2 (NSFW smut/angst) Mammon X Male MC

This is a continuation of another post: Part 1

Yuki is FTM (he/him). I just wanted to write smut but characters decided to go for angst

"What? Did I say something weird?" Yuki asks as all the demon brothers stare at him.

"Oh, Yuki." Asmo coos. "You really don't know what you do to us do you? Giving Mammon's wings special attention and then asking to do the same with everyone else."

"We weren't doing anything like that!" Mammon barks. "And even if we- If we were, what's the problem, huh?"

Yuki shrugs. "It's biology, and I like biology. I wanna learn about demon anatomy, and, while books can teach a lot, a diagram is nothing like touching the real thing."

"Well, that statement isn't wrong," Satan chuckles. "I suppose I should have leant you more descriptive books."

"That would be nice." Yuki comments. "Though, I'd still like to poke and prod y'all if y'all'd let me."

"You can poke and prod me all you want, Darling." Asmo giggles. "I can show you just how different demon anatomy can be."

"Me first." Belphie buts in.

Beel pauses chewing. "I wouldn't mind it either."

Satan chuckles. "I'd be happy to help educate you with a private lesson, Yuki."

"Oh no you don't!" Mammon growls. "The only one giving Yuki an anatomy lesson is me!"

Levi whines. "How can all of you say this stuff so casually?!"

Lucifer sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Yuki, why is it that you always seem to rile them up?"

"I don't fucking know, but it's nice to know I can study y'alls' demon forms, at least most of you it seems like." Yuki smiles. "This is gonna be fun."

"I can't wait, Darling." Asmo leans in closer to Yuki, but, before he can respond, Mammon yoinks him out of his chair.

"I call dibs!" Mammon yells before running off with the human as an uproar comes from his brothers. The demon pulls Yuki into his room, slams the door, and shifts into his demon form as he faces the human.

"So that just happened?" Yuki looks at Mammon with confusion.

"Can you not be a nerd for 5 seconds?" Mammon grumbles with his cheeks flushed. "Do you have any idea what you've been saying?"

Yuki stares blankly at Mammon. "Uh..." Yuki shrugs.

"Well, if you really want to be a nerd and study demon anatomy, you'll be studying me first." Mammon pouts.

"Oh uh, okay. So how do you wanna do this?"

Mammon gulps and takes Yuki by the hand, guides the human to sit on the bed with him. "Ya can go ahead and touch me..."

Yuki hesitates. "Where am I allowed to touch you?"

"Anywhere. Just- Touch me."

Yuki looks over Mammon's torso before tracing the markings on the demon's chest. Mammon's breath hitches.

"They're a different texture." Yuki mutters. "Are these tattoos or...?"

"They're kinda like birth marks." Mammon answers. "I didn't pick 'em."

"They look good on you." Yuki begins to undo the buckles of Mammon's top. It doesn't take long for the leather to fall from Mammon's shoulders. Yuki scoots himself to sit behind the demon.

"Ya really like my wings, don't ya?" Mammon chuckles softly.

"Yeah," Yuki answers easily. "They're really cool." Yuki delicately pulls at Mammon's wing and sees how far it can spread. He feels the thing leathery like skin and follows the white edges to the demon's shoulder blades. Mammon bites his lip. Yuki's hands feel up along Mammon's back, feeling how the muscles connect to the demon's wings. Mammon swallows his moan.

"You said the tissue here was sensitive." Yuki comments. "What does it feel like?"

"Good." Is the only word Mammon can get out without letting a groan slip past his lips. Yuki rubs the area where the leathery wing joins Mammon's back. The demon's wing twitches. Yuki rubs it again, the wing twitches again. Mammon can feel his cock stirring in his pants. Yuki tries rubbing another spot, this time Mammon's wing flutters. Yuki does this again and again, finding different spots at the base of Mammon's wings, seeing how the wings move depending on where he touches. A soft curse from the demon catches Yuki's attention.

"You good?" Yuki asks, looking over Mammon's shoulder. The human notices how Mammon's chest is heaving, cheeks and shoulders are flushed. Yuki's eyes widen as he looks further down and sees Mammon's cock straining against his pants. "Oh..." Yuki mumbles. "Oooooh, so they're that kind of sensitive."

Mammon turns to the human and growls. "Now you realize it?"

"Huh."

"'Huh?' 'Huh?!' Is that all you're gonna say?" Mammon tries to calm his breathing down.

Yuki shrugs, eyes not leaving the tent in Mammon's pants. "It's interesting anatomy. Is this kind of reaction common with all demons or is it-"

"Are you seriously still acting fucking like a nerd right now?"

"Should I not be?" Yuki asks.

"Fucking-" Mammon grunts. "You really are something else."

Heat rises in his Yuki's cheeks. "Are demons different down there as well?"

"I- Yeah." Mammon gulps. "Do ya... wanna see?"

Yuki slides off the bed and sets himself between Mammon's legs. "May I?" He asks.

"Fuck yes." Mammon groans.

Yuki hesitates for a moment and then undoes Mammon's belt. He unconsciously licks his lips as he pulls the zipper down, leaning closer as he does so. When Mammon's cock springs free, Yuki's eyes stare in amazement.

"Wow." Yuki mutters. White markings line either side of Mammon's cock, and rows of ridges are stacked along his shaft. Yuki leans in closer, fingers wrapping around the base of the demon's cock. Without thinking, Yuki leans down and licks the tip.

"Fuck." Mammon moans.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me." Yuki pulls away.

"Don't fucking apologize." Mammon reaches down and runs his hand through Yuki's hair. "Go ahead. Study my cock with your mouth."

Yuki leans in closer again, looking up at the demon to make sure what he's doing is okay, and takes the tip of Mammon's cock between his lips. He runs his tongue over the slit, savoring the taste of the demon. His hand slowly begins stroking the demon.

Mammon groans. "Fuck, Yuki."

Yuki takes more of Mammon into his mouth, mind going fuzzy as heat grows in his lower body. Yuki's other hand wanders down and begins rubbing circles against his clit through the fabric of his pants. Yuki strokes faster and begins to bob his head, taking in more and more of Mammon's cock each time his head descends. When he looks up, Mammon's blue eyes are staring back at him with flushed cheeks.

"You look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock." Mammon moans.

Those words both embarrasses and encourages Yuki. He tries to take Mammon deeper, trying to take the demon down his throat. He chokes and has to pull away, but he does back down, determined to take all he can. He closes his eyes as his head bobs faster, both of his hands working Mammon's cock.

"Y-Yuki-" Mammon pants. "I'm- Fuck, I'm close."

Yuki pulls Mammon's cock from his lips and strokes the demon's cock. He opens his mouth, tongue out and ready. The human looks up, watching as how Mammon's shoulders shudder and how the demon's bottom lip bleeds as he bites it.

A guttural groan escapes Mammon as he cums, his fingers digging into Yuki's scalp. Yuki keeps staring at the demon, taking note of every detail he can, as rope after rope of cum shoots into his mouth. Mammon stares back, watching as Yuki licks his lips clean and sucks the tip of Mammon's cock, making sure every drop is in his mouth. For a moment, the two stare at each other in silence. When Yuki swallows his cum, Mammon pulls the human onto his lap, and they kiss each other desperately.

"Mammon!" Yuki gasps when the demon bites the base of his neck. "Fuck- Your teeth."

"Too much?"

"No." Yuki grinds on Mammon's cock. "Do it again."

"Fucking asking to touch all my brothers." Mammon growls in Yuki's ear. "If you're gonna pick us all, I'm gonna be your first."

Yuki moans loudly as Mammon's teeth sink into shoulder, and the demon bucks his hips. "On you back." Yuki commands.

Mammon's pact pulls him down onto the mattress. He gazes up at Yuki with wide eyes.

"Was that okay?" Yuki asks as he rest his hands on the demon's chest.

"Y-yeah, ya just surprised me."

"Sorry." Yuki chuckles and lifts himself, pulling his leg free from his pants and underwear. His shirt is just long enough to cover himself. Mammon can't see it, but, when Yuki sits himself back on the demon's abdomen, Mammon can feel how wet Yuki is.

Mammon's hands trace up Yuki's thighs and pushing up the human's shirt. "Damn." He mutters.

Yuki flushes and pulls the shirt back down. "It's okay. You don't have to pretend to find me attractive."

Mammon's eyebrows furrow. "'Pretend?' What the hell are ya- Yuki, you're hot as fuck!"

"I'm really not." Yuki shrugs. "I accidentally got you horny, now you need a release, and I'm a warm body close by. It's okay, I'm mediocre. I get it. You don't have to lie."

"I ain't lying!" Mammon grumbles and flips Yuki over, laying the human face up while he cages Yuki in with his arms. "What the fuck are you talking about? Yuki, you fucking drive me wild! You drive so many demons nuts with how hot you are!"

Yuki stares blankly at Mammon for a beat and then laughs. The human yelps suddenly when Mammon flips Yuki on his back. "Mammon?" Yuki gasps.

"You're fucking sexy." Mammon growls. "If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you." The demon licks up Yuki's neck, making the human gasp. Mammon's hands sneak under Yuki's shirt, feeling up the human's torso.

"Ma-Mammon-" Yuki moans. "You don't have to-"

"I want to." Mammon pulls Yuki's shirt over the human's head. "I want you."

Yuki looks back silently before nodding. "Okay, just- If you want to stop at any time, I won't be mad."

"Ya don't need to worry about that." Mammon mutters as he trails kisses down Yuki's torso. "Spread your legs for me."

Yuki gulps and does what he's told, opening his legs and revealing his hard clit and wet folds. Mammon rests his hands on the human's thighs and licks his lips. He leans in closer and blows on Yuki's sensitive bud. Yuki gasps, hips jumping forward at the sensation.

"Mammon, please-" Yuki mewls.

"Don't worry. I got you." Mammon says before running his tongue across Yuki's hole. The human's hands shoot to Mammon's hair, one of them gripping one of the demon's horn. Mammon goes deeper, pushing his tongue into Yuki and savoring the human's taste.

"Fuck- Mammon, I- ." Yuki moans, back arching. Mammon shifts his his focus, tongue twisting around Yuki's clit, as two of his fingers slowly enter the human's hole. Yuki's legs encase Mammon's head, pulling him in even more.

"M-Mammon, yes- Mammon." Yuki squirms in the demon's grasp as he repeats Mammon's name again and again. Mammon's fingers pump into Yuki, making the human's legs shake, as the demon sucks and nibbles on Yuki's clit. With a final curse and whimper of Mammon's name, Yuki cums. Mammon feels Yuki's walls squeeze his soaked fingers, and the human's clit pulsing on his tongue.

Mammon pulls away and licks his lips as he looks over Yuki's body. Yuki's chest is heaving, and his body still twitches as he comes down from his high. Yuki's arms have pushed his glasses up as he covers his face. "Yuki," Mammon pulls himself up and kisses Yuki's chest. "Lemme see that handsome face of yours."

"I'm sorry." Yuki chokes out, not moving his arms.

"What the hell are you apologizing about?"

"I just- This is-" Yuki sniffles. "What we just did- Why? How could you- Why me?"

"Ah fuck, are ya crying?" Mammon panics. "Did I hurt you? Did I-"

"No! No, I just-" Yuki wipes his eyes. "It feels so impossible. Mammon, you're- I know I'm not ugly, and that I can be cute sometimes, but I know I'm not sexy. You said that's not true, but you're- You're fucking gorgeous Mammon. You have it all, the looks, the voice, the confidence, the experience, but me- I just- I don't understand how you would ever do something like this with me. I'm just the mediocre nerd who's lucky enough to not be repulsive on a good day."

"What the hell, Yuki? Is that how you see yourself?" Mammon pulls the human in for a hug.

"I mean, how else can I see myself." Yuki murmurs. "Look at me."

"I am, and you're fucking sexy."

"I don't understand how you can say that."

"Because you are!" Flushed, Mammon leans in and kisses Yuki with agrowl. "You don't know how often you drive me wild."

Yuki is silent for a moment before speaking. "I don't understand, but... I know you aren't lying to me. I just- You're you, Mammon, a model with tons of fans who flirt with you, while the only people who try and get my attention want to copy my assignments or ask to cheat off of me during exams. It's obvious what people think of me, so how- Why do you, of all people, think I'm sexy?"

"Yuki, have you seen your face? Have you seen your body? Do you know how often you leave me all hot and bothered? I-" Mammon's face turns a darker pink and takes Yuki's hand, guiding it to hard cock. "Your voice, the way you called my name. The way you moved and moaned for me, I'm hard again because of how fucking sexy you are."

Yuki kisses him.

[onebizarrekai]

v3′s art is comically terrible for a professionally distributed game in a series: a compilation

in this not-essay I will list all of the mistakes and problems I have spotted in v3′s art. don’t worry, it’s entirely for fun and I’m doing this on a whim, so please feel free to not take this seriously but also it’s hilarious and embarrassing how ridiculous this is like what happened did they speedrun the whole production or what

see, there are some things you can take as meta like “they made it bad on purpose to allude to the downfall of tv shows that have been on air for much too long” but I have a very strong feeling this is not the case due to the nature of some of these errors

disclaimer, the more I study this art, the more I fear that the artists were underpaid and underslept, so if this is in fact the case, I am so sorry to all of them but also I’m going to make fun of the art anyway

anyway let’s get started!

if you study this image for longer than 5 seconds, you will see that kaede is the only one fully shaded and keebo is literally just his normal sprite pasted into the image. every other character is just an ordinary ref, hence most of them facing the exact same direction with neutral expressions on their faces. it looks like a bad edit, and is probably one of the worst pieces of art in the game. it kind of gets better from here on, but my roasting will not.

with that out of the way, here’s the problem that officially bothers me the most and clarifies my viewpoint of “this is not meta and an actual lack of company communication”

this freaking cg, which seems normal at a glance, but some wiseass was like “oh, kaede is a girl, so obviously she’s going to be shorter than the Male Protagonist™” ah, that’s funny. because if you look at the character bios, kaede is, in fact, one inch taller than shuichi and not like 6 inches shorter as she is shown here.

also shuichi’s shoulder is disproportionate and horrendous and he looks vaguely like a jojo character, but I wasn’t even thinking about that until right now.

thanks guys, 50% of the fandom who has never bothered to check these bios thinks that kaede is like 5′3 (did the developers really put so little thought into her to the point where drawing her correctly in the game didn’t even matter??)

also I would like to point out that, even though this isn’t related to the art itself, yes, a character kaede’s size being only 117 lbs is unfeasible, but this applies to literally every character in danganronpa ever and it’s not new news that it’s unrealistic

update: someone in the tags informed me that in versions of the game that use centimeters, like the japanese version, kaede is actually shorter than shuichi, which just adds another thing to the list of weird decisions the localization team made for no reason. that said, after confirming this, kaede is 167 cm in the original, while shuichi is 171 cm, which are approximately 5′6 and 5′7 respectively, but one inch is still nowhere near as drastic as it is depicted above. (in spite of this, I would rather depict kaede as slightly taller, so I’m probably going to keep doing that.)

the journey continues!

bro if you want kaede to have shoulder length hair then stick to it to begin with

you can pretend this is at an angle all you want but they definitely committed the shorter kaede sin a second time

wait a goddamn second.

DO YOU SEE THIS

no………… it wasn’t kaede who shrank. it was shuichi who got taller

speaking of which, can we talk about how shady the perspective is in this elevator pic? look at shuichi and kokichi in comparison to kaede. kokichi, who is canonically 7 inches (edit: or 5, if you’re loyal to the original) shorter than kaede, looks taller than kaede. he’s growing too. what steroids are these gays taking

running into the room, electric boogaloo: I don’t think tsumugi is supposed to be the same height as kokichi

gonta… gonta you’re lookin a bit like a jojo character there

I love how kaito’s head looks kind of like it was pasted onto his body. why is he the same size as shuichi? shouldn’t he be high school bully size or something? his torso is teensy

ah yes, white angie.

I love this cg but why is shuichi’s right hand so much bigger than his left hand

I also love how this cg looks like they literally took pictures of trees and pasted them into the background, especially on the left. the shadows are so weird, especially closer to the ceiling, it’s difficult for me to believe they didn’t do exactly that.

return of Enlarged shuichi

puberty update: kokichi is now taller than shuichi in spite of shuichi never missing leg day. what crimes will he commit

I have to mention it, guys. this has to be one of the worst danganronpa cgs. kokichi’s facial proportions look atrocious. look at the way his face sticks out like his jaw is in the wrong place. his scarf is a pasted texture. that’s it. this moment was so iconic but the cg just looks so… so… off. like something is terribly wrong, but you can’t put your finger on it.

you know what? let’s get into that ‘pasted texture’ thing.

let’s imagine you’re an artist working on a professional game. you’re assigned to draw cgs of kokichi ouma, who has a checkered scarf from hell. sure, it will be terrible to draw, but you only have to draw it once at a time! plus, perspective is pretty important, right? can you be bothered? nah, actually. let’s just copy paste a checkered pattern into the cg, because I’m sure nobody will notice. it’ll blend right in with the other cgs that someone actually put effort into drawing his scarf in, right?

no. the answer is no and I very much noticed. this genuinely looks terrible and I would understand taking a shortcut like that in fanart or even an indie game but this is a full price pc and console distributed game

(an addition: look at kokichi’s TINY HANDS in that last one)

meanwhile, they straight up forgot to color in kokichi’s scarf in this cg.

dude. I forgot about whatever the hell this cg was. anyway look at keebo please just look at him

lovin kaito’s baby arms

real talk, maybe you could argue that he’s missing muscle because he’s deathly sick, but most of his cgs don’t line up with this, and his arms just look disproportionate to his torso size (granted this is a consistent problem across all danganronpa games and a lot of characters have this weird problem, like hajime, but also kaito is bigger than hajime so I kind of have higher expectations of him) maybe it’s his stupid goatee and the way he reminds me of yasuhiro?? it creates this illusion that he’s older than he is and so I keep expecting him to look more like an adult

oh, also rantaro is missing some of his accessories in that video he made–you know the one–but I don’t wanna go back and screenshot it

also you may have noticed that I’m skipping all of the monokub cgs because I literally do not care about them and I’m not even bothering to check and see if they have artistic mistakes in them

JIMMY NEUTRON???

hey um uh kaito you seem to be missing your neck

hey guys do you like my pregame fanart

so, that done, the sprites are also pretty terrible at times. they’re not as interesting to go through, however, and downloading the full sprite sets for every character and studying every single one of them will drive me insane, so I’ll just sum some of the ones I noticed up. I made things for kaede and shuichi before deciding I wasn’t going to get into it, so here are these.

that said, other mistakes include kokichi missing his purple highlights in all of the sprites encompassing a specific pose, stray pixels all over the place on everyone, and everyone also has heavily inconsistent shading, but literally all I think about is how pregame shuichi is unshaded and two of kaede’s pregame sprites have glaring outfit change mistakes in them

anyway, thank you for taking the time to read my ridiculous ramble. in all seriousness, there’s this looming presence of some lack of communication in the development team, like with all the art and design inconsistencies, pieces and sprites that look rushed, stray pixels, and missing basic proportional stuff. these are the kinds of things that you supposedly have to pretty much have in the bag in order to get jobs in professional businesses, so it’s really weird to me that this game suffers from so many of these problems. it’s like they tried to make the art so much more crisp than the other games, but it fell on its face as they realized it was going to take longer to draw everything and they started to rush. it’s weird, because the coloring itself looks normal–it’s just sloppily drawn, and the proportions are a mess once put into the context of perspective. many of the cgs look like they were drawn by different people, and I’m still not over the fact that half of kokichi’s cgs have his scarf pasted in as a texture.

the moral of the story is that if you’re selling a game at full price that also happens to be in a series that has had 3 very good games in it already the stakes should probably be higher than this. v3 has been out for more than 3 years and it’s still $40 (did it cost more than that before? I sure hope not), and the overarching quality of the game is just not as high as the other games. I’m not saying that the other games don’t have any problems with their art at all, they’re just not as glaringly obvious and every artistic choice in those games feels intentional.

regardless, I had a blast roasting the art at 2am, so maybe you got a kick out of all this chaos.

[darthkruge]

1 + 2 from prompt list #5 plz 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Anakin Skywalker x Reader ~ Can I Kiss You? (Pt 1)

Prompts: “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” + “Can I kiss you?”

Warnings: A little language, Anakin is a bit of a little shit (affectionately), Reader is kinda shy, both of them are idiots but we love that for them <3

Words: 1.6k

A/N: I assume you wanted this with Ani because he’s basically the only person I’ve been writing for lately but, if not, I’m sorry!! Thank you for sending something in! Also this was so fucking fun to write, I loved it so much. I got carried away a little, my brain kinda ran with it so yeah! Also, this is kinda tooth rotting fluff, even for me, so be prepared.

Part 2 (there is now a sequel!)

(gif not mine)

You and Anakin were partnered together for a mission. It was fairly simple, nothing battle related -- purely diplomatic. Honestly, you weren’t sure why you two were even sent on it; it felt like somewhat of a waste for two Padawans to go on a random mission to Naboo. Even so, if it allowed you to spend more time with Anakin, you didn’t mind.

You had this raging crush on him from the moment you saw him. He was gorgeous and confident without being off-puttingly cocky. He was tall, his hair was soft, his eyes were piercing, and his smile and laugh were contagious. 

Then, as the two of you grew closer, this crush developed into something deeper. You learned of his heart, his kindness, his selflessness, his desires, his needs, his fears. You were able to see the boy behind the prophecy and you truly, unequivocally, loved him. 

“Come on, Y/N, hurry up!” Anakin’s joking tone broke you from your thoughts. You smiled back and ran up to him, playfully hitting his back as you caught up. He took your hand and the two of you continued walking, side by side. 

These displays of affection weren’t uncommon between the two of you. Early on, you saw how he enjoyed your touch, always leaning into it when you’d accidentally brush against him or give him a quick hug after a mission. He, too, saw how you reacted when he put his arm around your shoulders or brushed your hair behind your ear. 

Since the rest of the Jedi frowned upon connections and, thus, weren’t as forthcoming with affection, the two of you were quickly bonded. You were so attuned with each other that you now just knew when the person was searching for that physical connection. It had become natural, the sort of expected comfort that becomes impossible to live without. 

The two of you walked through the gardens by the palace in Naboo, enjoying the sun’s warmth. You’d already talked to the government officials you needed to, attempting to figure out which other planets to get involved in the peace treaties. Thankfully, it went quickly and now you had the rest of the day to spend with Ani before returning home to Coruscant. 

He led you to a secluded bench and plopped down, pulling you beside him. He pulled an apple from a tree and offered it to you. You thanked him and accepted it, allowing the crunchy texture and sweet flavor into your mouth. He watched you, grinning at your excitement. 

“Okay, I’ve got a question for you,” Anakin said.

Okay. This has got to be good. “Shoot, Skywalker.”

“Who was your first?”

You choked on your apple, sputtering at his audacity! Anakin howled at your reaction, coming up behind you to thump your back a few times until you stopped choking. 

“Dumbass!” You yelled, causing Anakin to keel over in another fit of laughs. 

“You’re going to alert the entire palace!” He hushed you, gasping in breaths between his laughs.

You rolled your eyes, elbowing him in the gut. “Hey! Okay, okay, okay,” He said, holding up his hands in mock surrender before taking a pause. “But, seriously! Who was your first?”

“Anakin! That’s- I- Anakin!” You were so taken aback you couldn’t even form words. You were so caught off guard and, also, quite perplexed. “Ani, we’re not allowed to do, you know, that”

Anakin’s lips curled into a playful smirk at your response. “Maker, Y/N, I know! I meant, like, kissing… Who was your first kiss?”

Your face heated up quickly. You were hoping he’d drop it but apparently not. You didn’t want to admit that you hadn’t exactly had the chance to do that yet. You fiddled with your hands and looked away, embarrassed. 

“Wait, have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“No…” You mumbled underneath your breath, still refusing to meet his eyeline.

Now, Anakin’s gaze softened. He never meant to make you feel uncomfortable or judged, he truly thought you had. I mean, look at you! Someone had to have wanted to kiss you before! His hand gently came up to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at him. 

His gaze saddened when it met yours, seeing how affected you were by his questions “It’s okay, Y/N! You don’t need to feel ashamed, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.”

“I mean, it’s not like I haven’t had options. I totally could have been kissed by now if I wanted to!” You huffed indignantly, crossing your arms. 

Anakin laughed, glad to see some of your fight returning to you. He knew that if you were being defensive and stubborn, you couldn’t be that mad at him. He looked at you for a minute, wondering. He’d been in love with you for as long as he could remember but refused to act on it; he knew how much being a Jedi meant to you and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that. Even so, he so badly wanted to come home to you each night, to hold you, to be the one you could turn to with any and everything, to be the person you loved and who loved you, always. 

He thought about it for a moment more and decided he might as well try. “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened and you gaped at his question. “You- you want to kiss me?”

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, mentally wondering if this was a good or bad sign. “I, uh, I mean, yeah… You’re really kind and intelligent and, um, super nice to look at… And since you haven’t been I just thought you might wanna…” 

“I think you’re super nice to look at too, Ani,” You teased. You were blushing at his words and practically pinching yourself. You’d wanted to hear them for so long, it almost didn’t feel real. 

He allowed himself to slightly smile, hope creeping into his expression. “Is that a yes?”

You laughed, smiling too. You nodded, looking into his trusting eyes. 

“If you wanna stop, just let me know, okay?” He said, sensing your nerves.

“Okay, Ani”

His fingers grazed over your jaw before guiding it towards him, tilting it slightly. Your eyes closed in anticipation, butterflies ready to burst out of your stomach at any moment. His mouth touched yours and your brain went completely fuzzy. Maker, Kriff, Fuck, Maker!! Is this really happening? 

The kiss was so gentle, so sweet. It was just his lips against yours, nothing more. He didn’t want to frighten you by shoving his tongue down your throat on your first try. He just wanted to make you feel wanted and safe. 

He pulled apart after a moment and looked at you. “Was that okay?” He laughed as your eyes lit up and you nodded excitedly. 

“Can we do that again?” After feeling his lips and being so close to him, you never wanted that sensation to go away. 

“Of course, love” Anakin said quietly, pulling you into him once more. 

This time, he was a bit more intense, lips moving against yours slowly. You felt yourself get lost in him, in his taste and smell. You went on instinct, allowing your hands to weave into his hair. He hummed as you did so, hands finding their way to your waist and pulling you slightly closer. 

He was still extremely careful. As much as he wanted to pour all his passion into this kiss, this moment was about you, not him. He led the kiss, not wanting you to feel like a fish out of water, and smiled into your lips. When you smiled back, Anakin swore his entire body warmed. He was so glad you agreed to do this with him, to allow him to be the person to share this moment with. 

When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and cupped your cheeks. You looked at him shyly and he brushed his thumbs against your cheekbones. 

“You were really good at that, are you sure you’ve never done that before?” He joked. 

You pushed his shoulder back bashfully. “Shut up, Ani!”

“I’m serious,” He laughed, “You were really good!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, baby. You’re amazing.”

You looked at him for a beat. “So,” You said, dragging out the word, “What do we do now?”

“Well, the ship leaves for Coruscant in thirty minutes so…”

“Anakin Skywalker, you know what I mean!”

He chuckled. “Okay, fine! I mean, if you want, of course, we could be together?”

“Like, together together?”

“Only if you want!”

“Do you want?”

Anakin nodded. 

“I, uh, I’d really like that, too, Ani”

He broke out into this big goofy grin and you followed suit. That damn, contagious smile. You knew there would be a million complications. The chances of it working out were practically unfathomable. The Council would kill you both if they found out, you’d never make rank! But you looked into his eyes and thought you could beat the odds. 

Young love had a way of making you feel invincible. He was all you ever wanted. It was as if nothing could ever affect you if you were together. The Council wouldn’t find out, you’d be that one in a million couple, you’d grow old together and be happy and peaceful. It was the most unsure thing you’d ever done and, yet, nothing felt more certain. 

As this realization swarmed round your head, you dove back in, connecting your lips once more. The garden around you faded and the weight of this new secret-relationship disappeared. It was just you and Anakin. Nothing would ever tear you apart.

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Let Go - Law

Hey so... I just completed writing this fic and it is my entry for 2.5K followers Event hosted by @some-piece​ 

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I was listening to Let Go - BTS (Try listening to it, you’ll not regret it)

Pairing : Law X Fem! Reader (Doctor X Patient)

Prompt : “I knew I shouldn’t be here”

Word count : 1.4K

Warnings : Heavy angst, Cancer, Taken place in a hospital, Mention of Death, The most angst I’ve ever written in my life (Without warning, I made my sister to read it and it kind made her to grab my throat, So, You have been warned)

Summary : Law, a doctor in a cancer hospital, falls in love with his patient. A Doctor and Patient shouldn’t be in a relationship but he couldn’t help but to fall in love with his weak patient. (I suck at writing summaries)

Law sighed as he held the door knob to the room number 7. His shift was over and he could go home. But he wanted to stay for a while. ‘Should I enter?’, he thought before opening the door and entering the white room. The pastel blue curtains of the window were fluttering because of the breeze.

There he saw you, staring out of the window as tears dripped down your face. His heart sank to you see you like that. You felt someone staring at you so you looked to your side and saw the doctor who was treating you. You immediately wiped your tears and gave a sad smile to the doctor. “What are you doing here doctor? I thought your shift was over and its late”

“I knew I shouldn’t be here but, I just felt like checking up on you before I left”, he said as he came towards you.

“Oh! Thanks though as you can see, I got much uglier now”, your voice cracked as you tried to hold in your tears but still smiled at the doctor. He clenched his jaw looking at you.

“Why would you say that?” he questioned as he placed his hand on your cheek. “For me you are still the most beautiful person so don’t you dare say that”, you couldn’t stop the tears now. He soothed those tears away from your cheek and continued, “I don’t care if you have hair or not. You are still beautiful”.

Leaning into his touch you smiled, still tears spilling out from your eyes. “Doctor, after your check up today, the nurse said it was necessary to cut my hair. After I agreed they shaved my head and I couldn’t stop crying from that time”, you murmured in monotone to him for which he just listened as he looked into your eyes. It was necessary for the continuation of treatment so he had no choice but to have it done.

“I am sorry I couldn’t be with you when they wer-”

“Don’t apologise. You are a doctor have so many other patients to take care of as well”, you didn’t let him finish his sentence. Law smiled and leaned into you and whispered, “Y/N, it’s alright. You’ll grow your hair again. I’ll make sure you get healthy”. You sniffed back your tears and nodded. He pulled back and helped you to lay down on the bed. Before leaving he patted your head soothingly making you fell a bit better about your condition.

3 Months passed making it a total of 5 months treatment and there was absolutely no improvement in your cancer treatment. Law was trying so hard to change diet plans, trying to use more expensive medicines to make you healthy but nothing seemed to work. But he couldn’t give up.

One day you felt really weak and lost your consciousness. When you woke up, it was already late, you found yourself in your bed with some machines and computers beside you. “Y/N, how are you feeling now?” a deep voice asked with concern. You saw the doctor with gold eyes and dark circles under his eyes, standing beside you as his hands held your bed. ‘He didn’t leave even if his shift is over?’, you thought.

You chuckled and replied, “Its fine doctor. Please don’t worry about me who has no time left”, making his heart clench. He didn’t like this.

He sat beside you and took your hand in his and sighed, “Don’t say such things. You’ll be fine”.

“It’s okay doctor. You tried your best”, you smiled at him as he bit his lip trying to control his emotions.

“I like you doctor”, you said making him look at you, “I’ve liked you for a while now. I’m telling this because I am scared that I won’t get another chance”, he lifted your hand and leaned his forehead on it.

“I like you too. I shouldn’t have feelings for my patient but… I couldn’t help it”, he gulped still avoiding your gaze. He exhaled and continued, “I actually would love if you give me a chance”.

“Do… Do you think, if we would’ve met some other time and I wasn’t sick, we could’ve given a chance… to us?”, you asked gaining his attention. He smiled weakly and replied, “We still have a chance, what do you say? Wanna be my girlfriend?”.

You chuckled as he asked that big question. ‘I dont have much time anyway so why not’, you thought and agreed by saying, “I would happily be your girlfriend”. Law smiled and kissed your hand which he was holding.

After another 10 days with nothing but a really affectionate doctor beside you, whenever he could get the chance. You both knew you were getting weaker day by day but still stayed happy. But on the 11th day, you again lost your consciousness.

When you opened your eyes, you again found the doctor right beside you. His eyes were red and puffy. It seemed like it was late and he stayed back again for you. “Doctor were you crying because of me?”, you asked and wanted to ruffle his hair but, you felt too weak to even lift your arm.

“What? why would I cry? You are getting fine and there is no reason for me to be sad”, he tried to lie but you knew the doctor from past 5 months now.

“You are so sweet for trying to cheer me up Doctor”, you said tried your best to lift your hand. He didn’t fail to notice it and laced his fingers with yours, knowing you wanted to do it.

“I am a failure as a doctor Y/N, I am good for nothing”, he said as he again lifted your hand up and towards his lips, to kiss it. You shake your head sideways. “You are the best doctor a patient can ever have and also the lovely boyfriend one can ask for”, you smiled weakly making his eyes to tear up.

“Don’t cry doctor. You shouldn’t cry for me. I am just not strong enough”, he leaned into your touch and denied it.

“I want you to know something doctor so please listen to me”, you said and he nodded still not letting you go.

“I always loved my parents and the friends who always cared or me”, you took a breath and continued, “I am in love with you. From the time you took care of me, from the time I got admitted in the hospital”.

He soothed your tears as you continued to talk. “Doctor, you are really talented. Please do take care of yourself”, your voice whimpered as you were holding most of the pain in your heart. Law didn’t say anything because he didn’t want to even miss a single word of yours. But his tears were spilling out of his eyes.

“From now, you don’t have to stay back for me, so please get some sleep”, he teared up even more because of your words. “Doctor, please don’t blame yourself. I really was happy because of you. You made my time here colourful”, you smiled and continued, “I love you so, please forget me as soon as you can”. Each and every word from your lips was hurting him so much.

“I can’t… Y/N, that’s way too hard”, he spoke after a long time because he needed to let you know, “Because I love you too”, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips and wiped your tears away with his slender fingers.

“Can I touch your hair?” you asked and your hand was instantly on his black hair. “It’s so soft and has the smoothest texture”, you said and after a while he pulled your hand back to his lips to place kisses on it.

“Woah! And you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met and I’m not even kidding”, he said making you to smile at him again.

“Thank you for everything Doctor Law”, you said and lost your consciousness, except for the last time now.

He stayed very quiet for a while as the machine beeped because it couldn’t read any heartbeat now. He gulped and caressed his thumb over your cheek to wipe the last tear away. He knew it would happen. But he wasn’t ready to let go yet.

“Now, you too Y/N”, he broke down as he cried out. “I still want you, I need you Y/N”, his voice cracked but he continued to speak between his sobs, “I not ready to let go Y/N… Y/N”. He cried and cried that time. He never forgot you.

“I’m the most cursed being”, he said out loud. “My parents and my sister whom I really loved, my adopted father, whom I eventually really loved and admired died”, Law’s hands were shaking as he tried to let your hand go.

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Not to me. Not if it’s you.

Ao3

Summary: Logan was, regrettably, rather accustomed to unpleasant accouters in public. They were an android, such things were always happening for their kind. But that was before they had Remy. Content: Injury, non-graphic violence, talk of bad/abusive parent (not exactly a parent but same concept), murder threats (not carried out), people being jerks to androids because people are jerks, it’s actually pretty soft, non-binary!remy, non-binary!logan Pairing: Losleep Notes: remy’s pronoun set is ay/em/air/airs/emself

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    Remy had always hated people. Too often they tended to be rude and cruel and vicious and selfish and just plain mean. And it was to air immense displeasure that ay was technically a part of that species.

    (Sometimes, those few people Remy considered passable would joke that’s why Remy started dating an android, that ay could never have found it within emself to settle with another human being. Remy would always snort at the joke before shaking air head. “I would’ve made an exception for my sweetheart.” Ay’d say before grinning. “It’s my luck that I didn’t have to.”)

    The one thing to be said for humans, at the very least, was that they usually stuck to being verbal bitches, at least with strangers- which was a whole ‘nother thing, but Remy digressed. Most people didn’t start anything physical unless someone was drunk or someone was protective.

    ‘Usually.’ ‘Most.’

    “Murder, I’m going to commit murder.” Remy muttered under air breath, trying not to completely lose air focus. Logan’s wrist was still sparking at the break point, metal and wire revealed beneath split artificial skin, and Logan needed that fixed before Remy could go off on air killing spree.

    Logan laughed lightly, taking this all much too well in stride, in Remy’s opinion. Granted, they had already turned off the sensors in their injured arm, the lack of any sort of pain likely taking away from the regular level of stress such an event would cause, but still. “That seems a bit extreme.”

    “He broke your wrist!” Remy protested, glaring at the wrist in question. The asshole was lucky he had only broken the skin and tweaked some wires- had the metal in the arm been damaged at all, Remy would’ve just killed him on the spot. “Just to prove a stupid-ass point he didn’t have any business proving.”

    “Technically, he can not break my wrist in the manner humans typically mean.” Logan pointed out, offering Remy an amused smile when ay shot them a look. “You already, as you may say, ‘returned his favor’ in double, my love. Going back for murder is excessive.”

    Remy took a moment to revel in the recent memory as ay carefully moved all the wires in Logan’s wrist back to their regular positions. Logan’s skin had made an awful sort of cracking noise as it broke open, and as soon as Remy had heard it, ay had jumped on their attacker. His first wrist snapped against the metal of Logan’s, and the second Remy twisted right into a brick wall. “I’m just saying he’d deserve it.”

    “Perhaps.” Logan sounded amused. They fell into an easy silence as Remy continued air work, adding a new protective coating to the wires that had gotten theirs torn open and double checking that everything was in place as it should be.

    “You have done it better than I believe even I could.” Logan commented softly as Remy examined air work.

    “I meant it when I said I’d take care of you, doll, all of you. Fights and repairs included.” Remy replied, equally soft. Logan wasn’t a factory-produced android, instead one custom-made by yet another sucky human who had dropped them off in the nearest dump as soon as Logan was no longer ‘new’ or ‘interesting’ enough in their awful eyes.

    The night Logan had given Remy their blueprints, it had been with a rueful smile, explaining that they weren’t expecting Remy to actually look at them, just that ay should have them in case something did go horribly wrong and some engineer or mechanic needed to know how to put them back together.

    Two days later Remy had them memorized. Like hell would ay ever let someone else fix up air Logan, whether it be for a total system failure or a tiny skin break.

    Remy folded the artificial skin of Logan’s wrist back into place, gently rubbing a glue-lotion over the tear. Satisfied that air work would hold until the skin wove itself back together, Remy wrapped it all up in a brace. Only after gracing it all with a kiss, of course.

    “And now that that’s done…” Remy paused for a moment as ay put away air joint first-aid and repair kit, “how are you feeling?”

    “I am perfectly alright.” Logan answered, seeming uninterested in the emotional turmoil Remy was fairly certain they should be in as they watched their fingers move.

    Remy frowned. “Some asshole tried to snap your wrist because you refused to split your chest open and prove you were an android. That sorta pain ain’t just physical, babe.”

    “It is hardly the first time I have been accosted in public.” Logan said dismissively, though the bittersweet smile they offered Remy betrayed more than they were saying.

    “That doesn’t make it easier, or okay.” Remy shifted further onto the bed, slipping behind Logan to lean them against air chest. Instinctively, Logan tucked their head back against air shoulder as Remy’s arms slipped around their waist. “Talk to me.”

    A quiet sigh. “You are correct in saying it does not become okay simply because it has occurred repeatedly. Nor usually would it become easier. But, I must admit, in all honesty… having you has made it so.”

    Remy hummed encouragingly for Logan to go on as ay pulled air fingers through their hair. The texture was soft, the edges jagged from where Logan had defiantly chopped the symmetrical ends off- one of the many reminders of their creator’s tainted ‘perfection’ that Logan had wanted nothing to do with. It truly was their hair, and Remy loved it.

    “When I was accosted during the time I was still with my creator, they would force me to bend to any human’s odd whims. Should an attack occur, I would be left undefended, and only occasionally assisted in the aftermath.” Logan explained. Their voice didn’t break, but Remy could feel the way they stiffened as they recalled the memories. Ay pressed a kiss against their temple, willing emself to remain focused on Logan and not how dearly ay wanted to put a rusty pipe through their creator’s throat.

    “When alone, I would rarely be able to fend off those… particularly determined persons, and I would have no one to assist me in the aftermath.” Logan paused as their gaze shifted back to their wrist, their uninjured hand moving to rest on top of the brace Remy had put on. “They were bad times. I often felt rather alone, or even pathetic.”

    The arm Remy had left around Logan’s waist tightened. “I don’t ever want you to feel like that again, darling.”

    Logan chuckled, once more relaxing against Remy. “Precisely my point. Before I had you, such events as today’s were not simply stressful in and of themselves, but also in their build-up and aftermath. With you, well…”

    And then Logan laughed, and Remy was very happily reminded of just how dearly ay adored air partner. “You broke his wrists! And you attended to my injuries with more care than- well- anyone ever has. If you intend for this to be the standard of dealing with my public disruptions, I do not think I have to be as distressed by them as I once was.”

    “So… what I’m getting here… is that you’d actually be thrilled if I headed back and took out that asshole?”

    Remy didn’t need to see Logan roll their eyes (affectionately) to know that they had, Logan turning their head to press a kiss to air cheek. “Maybe next time.”

    “Rain check accepted.” Remy joked, settling air head on top of Logan’s. In a sweeter and genuine tone, ay added, “I’m more than happy to make sure you never have a bad interaction go unpunished and unattended ever again, my dear dork.”

    “My queer bodyguard.” Logan murmured in reply, smiling when Remy laughed. “I am immensely fond of you.”

    Remy kissed their forehead. “I love you a lot too, sugar. Wanna cuddle while we watch trash?”

    “With you? Always.”

    So, yeah. Remy hated people, a viewpoint ay felt was wholly justified. But Logan wasn’t a people. As far as Remy was concerned, in air gay-centered mind, Logan wasn’t even an android.

    Logan was Logan, and Logan was perfect.