#I wanted to draw more but this is all I have for the special day

[cheshireliam]

vent ahead you have been warned

no like seriously i don't recommend you open this post if you're not a roger and/liam fan. but if you want to? rest assured it's not character hate (really).

i understand that the top 5 suitors will get special content because they're called promise events for reason aka the events were promised back in 2024 during elections, so i don't have anything against giving fans of those suitors what they're meant to get.

what makes me upset is ikevil's treatment of roger and liam for ranking #8 and #9 respectively. just because they don't have as many fans as other suitors like jude, does that mean their fans don't matter at all? can you imagine if your favourite suitor doesn't get a single featured event throughout the past more than 365 days? imagine seeing other players having something new to gush about every other event, while all you can do is stare at a poster for an upcoming event that doesn't feature your man. AGAIN.

there's a difference between treating some suitors better because they're popular vs straight up ignoring those who aren't. "c company" can give the top suitors however many events and gachas they want, it doesn't matter. but to exclude specifically the "bottom" two suitors from a LOGIN EVENT (that's completely unrelated to the upcoming promise event btw) is just too much. it's just chibis. just give roger and liam fans the fuckin' chibis. what's so hard about drawing another two tiny people? they only include roger and liam when it's paid content. how DARE they still try to milk us when they don't treat us properly at all.

top suitors' fans spent ungodly amounts of money on the game to support their fav, yes. but have roger and liam fans been spending absolutely $0 or something...? is our money worthless? we're consumers just like the rest of the playerbase. so they can't say it's not worth your time to make content for that two suitors.

@ a certain "c company" : roger and liam are characters that YOU created. i'm sure the artists and writers who worked hard to create them love these characters too, because they're also a fruit of their efforts. they exist and they have fans too. and mind you, they're main characters — not side characters or NPCs. if you think simply giving them a couple of lines in other suitors' events is enough, i'm telling you that it's not.

and then again, i must reinforce that i don't hate any of the other suitors and most definitely don't have anything against their fans. i'm genuinely happy for them that they always get new content, but i just think roger and liam fans deserve to feel that joy too. if you can read this entire post and still conclude that i hate the others suitors/their fans, then i suggest you improve your reading comprehension skills.

[kcalsforhim]

𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡ thursday 9 jan 2025

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i woke up in the worst state someone could find me in LOL. i can’t recall much except feeling so fucking terrible ;; i did go to college and haku didn’t go to college so i was all alone

2 sugar free red bulls

2 sugar free coca cola oreo

in class for the first half i worked on a drawing for college then on the second half i talked with my classmates to make sure i could actually be included in the second half of the group project pretty please. i had a lot of cool ideas and that is a lot of fun im excited for that

then when i was walking home my mom sends me a text, she got called by a number and she’s asking me who it is. i checked and the number called me too

earlier in the day i sent my mental health coordinator at college that i wanted to commit suicide on new years and i ended up not doing it, and that im just kind of lost now ;; and she started panicking and called me

we had a nice conversation on the phone about a new special trajectory for me so that i can calm down and obviously get extra help and bla bla. this has been weighing on me for like.. ever since i started college again, but mostly since start of november, that’s also when i started binge eating.. or well, it started developing.

afterwards i just started to stress and i wanted to binge, it was a good convo, but i wanted to eat everything in sight. instead i went to the shops to spend money there instead since another one of my comforts is shopping. (yeah i know lots of bad comforts)

i went to miniso and got lots of kuromi stuff, bottles and lunch box that’s tiny and even a hair straightener ; then i went to primark and bought a pair of sweatpants and a kuromi hoodie and pyjamas and more kuromi stuff. i also went online and ordered a pair of pants. yes i went crazy.

however, i got no food. when i got to my local train station i began my walk home and my knees wobbled and i just kind of half fell on the floor, i was so exhausted and it was. cold. icy cold. i called my friend and asked him to get me

he did and he was deadass pale like a ghost. he had to hold onto me when we got me some groceries so i could eat. he even pulled out of his savings to have enough for what i wanted to eat

he got me cigarettes and got me everything i wanted, just ingredients for a dish. he held me when i felt my legs giving out lol, he took me home and he gave me the longest hug ever and asked me to keep safe, i told him i would try

a pokebowl containing salad mix, spicy mayonnaise, edamame beans, half of an avocado, carrot shavings, cucumber cubes, shrimp and salmon.

4 courgette hashbrowns / cakes

3 medjoul dates

1 protein yogurt

i didn’t count my cals cause i knew if i didn’t eat something properly i would and will binge eat everything and i was feeling really emotional so i would rather eat salad and salmon than a big thing of cookies… im just saying… 3 dates instead of 1 for the same reasoning

its pathetic but i did half all of the ingredients at the very least, half the avocado, half the salmon, half the shrimp, ect ect. i made my mom a small bowl to eat out of too and that’s where the extra meat went (i ate similar meal today too)

i wanted to eat more and more and more afterwards but i ended up not doing it dont worry. i just chewed a lot of gum to get my jaw moving and active so that i wouldn’t go downstairs to chew on something else yk ?

i am relieved things in my life will change though, i’m relieved. telling everyone in my life i wanted to be gone on new years stressed me the fuck out

fitting for how i felt yesterday, i listened to it a lot that day too… it just resonates with me, you know ?

𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡ stats for today

streak : 4 days binge free, thank god

cals : n.v.t

steps : 15.2 k

overall today went shit in well, EVERY regard, not just food. im cutting myself a little slack. the next day; so today as im writing this, i did eat the leftovers but only because my friend pulled from his savings for me to be able to eat something i find comfort in. my favourite restaurant is closed, so i have to make their dish from my own memory. i hope you guys understand but im ready to feel terrible by the next day (11th)

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[duckprintspress]

Happy Word Nerd Day! Meet Some Words We Love

We love words at Duck Prints Press, and we also love that words have a special, dedicated day when we can babble about how much we love them! Last year, we shared some of our favorite words. This year, we focused on words we’ve used in our stories and how we’ve (hopefully correctly!) used them. Contributors were asked to tell us one word they loved, and share with us a sentence from their own work in which they used the word. Ready to meet some cool words? Read on!

besmirch - to cause harm or damage to the purity, luster, or beauty of (something)

“Garbage goals win games,” Brady added. “Do not besmirch the good name of garbage goals.”

Hockey Bois by A. L. Heard

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apoplectic - showing symptoms of apoplexy or stroke

He gasped and screamed, and as he recovered, she [tazed him] a third time, watching him shake apoplectically with a satisfied smile.

A Glimmer of Hope by Nina Waters

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susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound

The susurrus of his voice amplifies and folds in on itself until your name is a knife, and Vash is the carver who fashions your wooden, deadened limbs.

but heaven still holds me by thechaoscryptid

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supple - capable of being bent or folded without creases, cracks, or breaks

Laurel grounded themself with the feel of the books in their hands, the supple thickness of the covers, the pale scent of paper and glue, the quiet of the store around them.

Troubled Trouble by Genevieve Maxwell

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variegated - having discrete markings of different colors

[His tail] glimmers in the moonlight: a dark, variegated green, with shimmering threads of gold swirling along the edges of the scales and fins

on the strangest Sea by MuseofWriting

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azimuth - horizontal direction expressed as the angular distance between the direction of a fixed point and the direction of the object

He says that, since you're in New York, what you'll need to do is find Uranus with your telescope, then turn it about 3° west (or, as he initially put it, 3° back azimuth).

Dear Stupid Penpal by Rascal Hartley

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unmoored - loosened from or as if from moorings

Haruki didn’t know what Akira wanted to hear. He kept smiling. Even now that the drugs had mostly worked their way out of his system and the shakes were mostly done, he felt light-headed. Adrift. Unmoored.

In Good Company by Nicola Kapron

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elytra - one of the anterior wings in beetles and some other insects that serve to protect the posterior pair of functional wings

It slid into space, hardened sections on its back spreading like a beetle’s elytra to reveal the great engines that were its wings.

Sarisa by N. C. Farrell

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Forsooth - in truth

“Oh yes, such a delectable morsel.” Poe held a 3D rendition of the drive in his hand, where it sat easily enough to be hidden in a fist. “Forsooth, I did see its likeness change hands within my halls. You’ll understand, of course, that the identity of the buyer is sacrosanct? They might instill in most people nothing more than a vague disgust and draw the contempt deserved by the lowest of the slubberdegullion, but they are still a guest?”

Chase the Morning by Hermit9

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anserine - of, relating to, or resembling a goose

An alarm goes off, a full-throated anserine metronome complete with lazy red strobes.

Anglerfish by S. J.

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ostensibly - to all outward appearances

Dean blinked and flicked to the contents page, ostensibly looking for the promised hot girls enjoying the summer.

Sunshine Commune by foxymoley

[luvmayumii]

Hihi, would I be able to request a fem!Reader X Pavia? Maybe the reader colouring in his tattoos and doodling even more on him, but he doesn't mind at all because his lover drew all that? Maybe even bragging about how talented the reader is at drawing? Just an idea ^^

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VULNERABILITY

🎀 PAIRING: pavia x reader

🎀 CONTENT: fem!reader, fluff, mentions of blood/violence (but nothing happens), pavia calls reader bella (pretty)

🎀 WORD COUNT: 0.5k+

🎀 NOTE: this would've come out earlier but i got sick... :') sorry it came out shorter than expected, motivation fell down after i got ill. i hope you enjoy it though !! pavia's my favorite character (besides horropedia) so i liked writing this

There were few domestic days like this between you and Pavia. Oftentimes, he'd come home late in the night with mysterious blood stains tainting his skin and clothing, only to find you already sleeping in bed. You'd both have to get ready for bed early in the morning anyway, so he'd usually just watch you sleep. He would murmur things about how he finds it strange that you can sleep so easily.

Today is a bit special. You had just gotten a promotion, and you decided to take the day off with Pavia to spend time together in celebration. Although Pavia would've thoroughly enjoyed something extravagant – maybe with a little bit of bloodshed – he wanted to spend time with you much more, no matter if it's a quiet moment like this or a more flamboyant one.

Pavia was sitting on your bed, back against the headboard. You sat right beside him, head leaning on his shoulder. A set of washable markers was set on your lap, and you held a yellow marker in hand. You colored in the blank spots of the tattoo on his right hand, a focused glint in your eyes. Pavia would laugh at how determined you seemed over such a minor activity, but he might end up distracting you, so he remained silent. It was odd to see him so quiet, just watching you. You knew he watched you sleep sometimes after catching him staring deeply into your eyes when you had woken up from your slumber, therefore you knew that he would be mute like this occasionally, but that didn't mean it wasn't a strange sight to see.

"You draw well," he murmured. You tilted your head up to him, cocking your head to the side. A soft chuckle left your lips.

"I'm just coloring your tattoos," you replied in the same hushed tone. He huffed in response.

"Still," he said, voice sarcastically upset. There was another short moment of silence before he spoke again. "Draw on me."

"What?"

"I said draw on me."

You blinked, processing his sudden command. A cheeky smile made its way to your face, earning a scoff from him. You took the black marker from the set, putting away the yellow marker. You uncapped the dark covering, tongue darting out to lick your bottom lip. Then, you went to work.

By the time that you were done, Pavia was littered with doodles all over his skin. Depictions of cute kittens, tiny nature sceneries…but the thing that caught his attention the most was the drawing on his forearm. It depicted his wolves, and despite being very poorly drawn with exaggerated features, he couldn't help but smirk at the sight.

"I coulda sworn you hated my wolves. Said that you were scared of them," he commented, looking at the doodle.

"Just because I was scared of them doesn't mean I hated them," you responded, placing the set of markers away. Pavia remained strangely quiet for another moment. Just then, he took your wrist and pulled you closer until your faces were inches away from each other. A wolfish grin took over his features before he placed a kiss on your lips.

"You're great at drawing, bella," he chuckled. "…love you."

You could only smile back at him, a giggle leaving your lips. "I love you too."

[madd-draws]

POV: you got Wander's order wrong and gave him a double pickle cream pie (he insists it's not that big of a deal)

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

the way u tuck charles hair behind his ear like a dainty elf princess whenever u draw him sends me every time, i know erik would agree 🙏��

i fear im adopting 'dainty elf princess' into my vocabulary here on out thank you for this wonderful gift anon

might you accept my small gift in turn ... i was inspired ...

[territorial-utopia]

Huzzah! It's birthday time! I'm slowly accumulating more and more things I like (latest additions this vest I made and a travel typewriter! Still need to fix the latter one though)

Sure has been a year.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

King the silly guys, Lupin III!

(for @dying-suffering-french-stalkers)

[runefactorynonsense]

Melotober - Day 21 -Night Sky

Sometimes you just need to stop, and breathe

[stardestroyer81]

On this very day four years ago, beloved baby boy Casey Treverton was drawn for the very first time, inevitably giving way to me starting to conceptualize for Override.

Which means today is somebody's very special day! 💙✨⭐

[cimicherrychanga]

btw u guys have to promise to not be mad at me for becoming ur turtle mutual. please

[this-should-do]

ugh

[rubberduckyrye]

Google how do you draw faster without losing quality--

[sludgeguzzler]

baby steps, baby steps... <- going back into drawing

[ataraxiaspainting]

360-Degree Vision.

Yan Silas x F Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, non-con, oral (male receiving), forced infantilization, Silas calls himself Mommy because he's a weirdo, and "force feeding".

Word Count: 700.

OC and art pictured above belongs to amazingly talented @meo-eiru!! i really love her art, so be sure to check her out!! <333

*~*~*~*

Silas only allows autumn leaves and snow to fall where your feet don’t touch but your eyes can still see.

It’s an odd sort of shape, the barrier he has around his tree. It reminds him of those little sketches you do he puts by his bedside table. He read from a book that human mothers do that whenever their children give them drawings, though you never gave yours to him per se. More likely than not you were waiting for a more special occasion, but he found them in your toy box whilst he was tidying up from another long day of taking care of you. 

What a unique art style you have – he read in the same book that human children’s little doodles can be nearly unrecognizable from what they are supposed to be most of the time, so he doesn’t question how the circles you drew kept going around and around and leading to nowhere.

A snail’s shell, perhaps? 

The spirals seemed too large and too filled… 

He’ll give you points for creativity. 

Positive reinforcement was key with these kinds of things, or so he’s been told – if you ever ask for a pet snail, he’ll get one for you in little to no time at all.

*~*~*~*

“Baby,” Silas’ smile is smaller because of the concern he has for you right now. “You have to finish your dinner. It’s good for you. When you finish we can go see little mushrooms and squirrels, okay? Only for a little bit though,” His right hand is still above your head, squishing you down when your body seems to want to get up too soon. “Mommy doesn’t want you to get sick again…”

Despite Silas sitting down, he was still more than half your height – your knees sink further into the mattress both of you are on.

They are shivering so much but he doesn’t notice.

No, it’s not that he doesn’t care – he’s too busy flaunting his length and chest to you to pay attention to how you actually feel, wanting you to pick your poison once again; seeing this as necessary to your development.

Last time for yesterday’s meals you chose his cock – the day before that you chose his breasts.

The more you suck from him, the more you’re given treats after. Something resembling those colorful markers you used to get at the local dollar store, containers of blueberry yogurt you hope came from his village’s cows or some similar type of animal, a new dress he had sewn himself or had customized and bought from a nearby elf tailor.

“I’ll even bring some paper and those pencils you like drawing with, hm?” Silas continues as he scoots closer to you – he holds your hair so gently now, but whenever he cries tears of pure happiness the grip will tighten quickly. “Maybe you can see a snail up close for those little spirals you like doing.”

…

No matter how much you rebel and kick and scream, the elf wouldn’t move back from you – if anything it gives him more of a reason to come closer, so you can have more of his ‘love’. After only a little bit of time, you learned how to let the frustration out in a way that didn’t have Silas doting over you so suffocatingly – drawing spirals. You were told once by a friend they can be therapeutic in times of stress. You most likely will never see her again but you would want to hug her because it works. 

You hid them amongst the dolls and building blocks you were given in times you were alone – staring at them made you feel less lonely, made you feel like you had more of a choice in how you spent your waking hours.

You didn’t expect Silas to find them. He never checks your toy box because you tidy it up so often.

You don’t know how to explain your drawings in a way Silas will understand. Not that he understands a lot of things that come out of your mouth.

You just nod. Maybe drawing a snail’s body below those spirals can help you too.

“Good girl! Listening so well!” His smile widens and you can see his eyes getting watery already.