#I was in a mood for pencil sketches anyways ^-^

[im-no-jedi]

things that are broken will eventually crumble under their own weight 🌧

[heathermason6060]

Daryl Dixon x f!Reader Smut: Missing Matchmaker Merle

Warnings: Smut, degradation, minor alcohol consumption, unprotected p in v, NO use of (Y/N)

Summary: You and Daryl distract each other from missing Merle.

Notes: Wanted to try the idea of Daryl thinking he wants super rough sex, but he finds out he doesn't really like it that much when you indulge in it. GIF found from Pinterest from user vallie

Taking a hot shower was something you used to take for granted. But after arriving at the CDC and having the chance to not only clean, but sanitize yourself, you made every second count. You even fucking shaved. 

When you heard Jenner would also be serving dinner, you could've thrown up in excitement.

“C'mon, quit actin’ like a pussy and drink.” 

You rolled your eyes at the redneck's words, but shrugged and waved him forward anyway. He grinned in success and filled a cup with red wine, nearly spilling it on your chest with the way he shoved it towards you.

The shift in the atmosphere the last few hours had been remarkable. Not too long ago you were in the first stages of accepting your possible demise, standing behind Shane and Daryl as they fought to get Rick away from the doors. Now here you sat between Carol and Daryl, drinking some of the best wine you'd ever tasted, enough food on your plate to fill your stomach the way it was meant to be. 

You barely heard Daryl whisper beside you over the happy chatter of your group. “Watch, he's gonna turn all red, Koreans all got an allergy to alcohol.” 

You couldn't help but break into a grin at that, shaking your head in amusement. He looked too excited for you to correct him so you just chuckled, and tried not to fall from your chair when he playfully elbowed you in your side. 

The sight of Lori and Shane in the little library foiled your plans to read before bed. You only watched for a second, it looked like they were arguing, trying to keep their voices down despite their frustration. 

You rolled your eyes and turned on your heels, annoyed you'd have to settle on something in the rec room. 

As soon as you turned the corner to walk down the hall, you bumped into a chest so hard you lost your balance. Their hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, and when you heard that teasing southern accent you immediately felt your mood lifting. 

“That wine make you blind? You Korean too?” He snickered as he helped you right yourself. 

It was incredibly refreshing to see Daryl in that light. He was in a great mood, not drunk but buzzed enough to keep a grin on his face. 

“Fucking Shane and Lori's in there.” You grumbled playfully, crossing your arms in exaggerated annoyance. 

“Huh, what're they doin’?” His voice lowered to a nosey whisper and he nudged you back to peek around the corner. He immediately pulled back, bumping into you again, a look of disgust on his face. “Fuckin’ white trash. Actin’ like Rick ain't right down the hall.” 

That had you turning into a nosey busybody and you went to see what he was talking about, but he had already nudged your shoulder in the other direction to the bedroom halls. 

“C'mon, let's go do somethin’.” He didn't wait for an answer as he continued using his body to guide you down the hallway, reminding you of a sheepdog, which amused you to no end. 

“Like what?” You smirked as he shouldered you into one of the rec rooms. There were a few loveseats, bean bag chairs, a long couch and endless shelves of things. Board games, card games, sketch books and those really expensive high quality colored pencils, markers, you name it. You could spend the rest of your life in this room and die happy. 

“Hell, I don't know.” He shrugged and went to look through the shelves. You watched him in the doorway, your lip tightening at the side when you realized he was desperate to take his mind off Merle. Shit, you were too. You missed the fuck out of Merle Dixon. You'd grown extremely close to him, he wordlessly accepted your vulnerability of being the black sheep and Daryl related to it. They treated you like some weird adopted family member that one playfully flirted with and the other jerked off to. 

“Wanna play uno? I'm suspiciously good at it.” You finally shut the door and walked over to him with crossed arms, aware of the way he tensed when you got closer. 

“Uno? The fuck? Hell no.” He scoffed and aggressively flipped through the games on the shelf. “This is like some fucked up retirement center.”

“What'd you expect? An Xbox full of two player games?” You watched as he pretended to read the back of a card game box. 

“Psh. I don't know. Let's go fuck with Glenn -”

You grabbed his wrist before he could rush past you and laughed. “Leave the poor kid alone. He's gonna be so fucking sick tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, I guess. Threw up on my couch.” He muttered, remembering the way he'd had to drag Glenn to the couch in his temporary bedroom. 

“Course he did. You kept pouring wine down the kids' throat.”

You had a few minutes of friendly banter, suggested uno again, he suggested strip poker, you suggested skipping the poker, and soon you were grinding against his knee behind some of the book shelves.

“I want it dirty. Want it raw.” He huffed as he feverishly unbuckled his belt. “F-fuck, you're so hot.”

You grinned and leaned in to bite his bottom lip, earning a delicious whimper from him. You dug your teeth down harder and pulled back, feeling his dick twitch obscenely against your hip. 

“Want it dirty, yeah?” You drawled and kissed down his neck, switching between biting and biting hard. 

“Yeah.” He breathed and fucked his hand, clutching onto your hair with his other. “You think,” he faltered as you bit down on his nipple, his words spilling into various curses and slang you couldn't understand. “Shhh-fuck” His voice cracked in a way that was absolutely fucking adorable to you. “Y’think, you could, on top-”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You made your way back up to his neck, reaching to unbutton the rest of his shirt, but he stopped you. You didn't question it, you just sat him down on one of the loveseats and climbed in his lap. 

You looked over your shoulder at the door, even though it was shut anyone could just walk in, but Daryl grabbed your chin and forced you back against his mouth. 

You fucking loved the way he kissed. It was so hot and sloppy, his tongue diving everywhere in your mouth, licking every spot he could reach. When you pulled back to breathe, the skin around your lips felt wet, just another thing to make your pussy wetter. Daryl Dixon being so messy and dirty drove you insane. 

“I like the way you kiss me,” you slurred, your hands sliding up your pajama shirt to grope your own breasts. “Who would've thought you were such a needy whore.”

“Can you blame me, woman? Shit.” He thrusted up against you as he admired your form over him, your lips parted and your hair in your face, you looked hotter than every single pornstar he'd ever seen. He came harder to you than Sasha Grey. 

You maneuvered out of your pajama pants and slipped back in his lap, sliding your pussy against his throbbing cock. 

“Fuckin’ goddamnit.” He sputtered and grabbed hold of your hips for dear life. He rolled up in sync with you, nearly cumming when he saw the way his head would push through your folds each time your hips slid back. 

It was easier to get him inside you with you on top, you didn't need to worry about him slamming into you like last time. You took your time, enjoying the way he curled his upper lip in frustration, his eyes locked on the way his dick disappeared up inside you. 

“Fuck.” You drew your word out as you finally sat down on him, his dick sticking you like a skewer. 

You opened your eyes when you felt him grabbing your right wrist. He brought it up to his throat with no hesitation, a new boldness filling him that you didn't expect. 

You scoffed and laughed, the sound making his hips jerk roughly up into you. You obliged though, grabbing hold of his thick throat and squeezing. 

The situation you found yourself in was something you could easily get used to. You leaned back, keeping yourself upright with your grip on his neck. You rolled your hips in a way that served you, using Daryl's dick to get off. The way you fucked him was completely foreign to him, he'd never seen anything like this in the tapes he'd steal from Merle. 

You moaned when he bucked into you, and you had to take a moment to steady yourself. You released his neck and grabbed his chin, your thumb slipping between his teeth, holding him like a hooked fish. He looked up at you through his lashes and bit down gently, his hips rolling slower now. 

“You're a fucking mess.” You hissed with a smirk, looking down at your work proudly. Now he was the one who needed to be in a filthy magazine. His cheeks and lips red, his eyes half lidded and dark, his teeth bared and biting on your thumb. He was sweating like crazy and you were impressed he hadn't come yet, must've been the wine. “God I missed your dick.”

You weren't sure how it happened but soon you were pressed against the wall, your thighs wrapped around his back and his dick rearranging your insides. You couldn't moan even if you wanted, he was so rough and fast that all you could do was gasp in each breath, your eyes rolled back and your mouth hanging open. 

His thrusts slowed and he pulled back from biting your neck to nip the side of your jaw, making your eyes roll back to focus. 

“Slap me.”

Your words didn't register to him for a second. He lifted his head and furrowed his brows in confusion, although his rough thrusts didn't even budge. 

“C'mon, you wanted it dirty, didn't you?” You sneered, and a book fell from the shelf next to you when your head thudded back against the wall after a deep thrust.

He went to speak, but he only let out a long breath, and that's when his thrusts started to slow. “The hell you want that for?” 

You were caught off guard by the look on his face. He looked equally confused and almost… insulted? Hurt? 

“Cause it feels really fucking good. Hey, you don't have to, alright?” Your breathing came back under your control when his thrusts stopped altogether. 

You could tell you upset him. You slid your legs from his waist until your toes touched the floor, and his dick slipped out of you. 

“Hey, it's okay, alright?” You reached to touch his chin but he tilted his head away, no longer looking confused, moreso disappointed. 

You bit your bottom lip and thought. He was in no state to make any further moves so you made it for him. You pulled your clothes back on and took him to his bedroom, making sure to close and lock the door. You turned the lights off and laid him down on the bed before climbing on top of him. 

“I just wanna make you feel good, can I do that?” You murmured softly, sitting on his lap and stroking his cheek. 

That seemed to get to him and he gave in, nodding once without meeting your gaze.

“Just tell me to stop and I will.” You promised and kissed down his cheek, deciding against being rough with him the way you were before. 

“Never gonna hear me say that.” He snorted and intertwined his fingers in your hair, gentle, something you hadn't experienced with him. It was like a switch was flipped and he was a completely different man. 

Daryl melted under you as you worked him over with soft touches and kisses. You took your bottoms back off and took his dick back out, giving him a few strokes to get him hard again. You wasted no time in slipping him inside you, thankful there was little resistance with how wet you had become. 

You settled down on him, placing your hands on his chest to balance yourself, your fingers pinching the buttons on his shirt as a way to ground yourself. His dick sent you to other places. 

You fucked him slow, taking the time to feel and appreciate each time his tip rubbed against your sweet spot. He breathed noisily under you, giving the occasional grunt or quiet whine, his hands resting on your hips. 

Flipping your hair to one side over your shoulder, you leaned down and kissed him. You led this time, just moving your lips against his, slow and deep and without the use of your teeth, no matter how badly you wished to hear him whimper. 

He sat up and wrapped his arms around your back to turn you over, somehow managing to keep his lips on yours the entire time. 

You felt your muscles sigh in relief when he laid you on your back in the soft bed. You let out a soft happy breath when he slid his hands up your sides, content in just stroking your skin. He wasn't fucking you then, it was something different. If you were stupid you'd call it making love. He thrusted deep and slow, his hips moving on their own accord. Each time he plunged back in he'd exhale deeply through his nose, tickling the skin of your upper lip. 

Daryl was the one to break the kiss, he leaned back on his heels to look down at you.

“So damn pretty.” He mumbled, his eyelids struggling to stay open. If he wasn't drunk on the wine he was drunk on you and this new way of having you, a way he never even considered. This was it, he thought, this is how he wanted to have sex for the rest of his life. Swallowing each other whole, touching and caressing every inch of skin. 

His eyelids didn't feel so heavy when he saw you suck in a deep breath. Your eyes closed and you grabbed at your hair and breast, your head lolling to the side, your mouth hanging open, your face all twisted up-

You came hard around him, shuddering and gasping and whimpering as you enjoyed your sweet orgasm. It was so different, so drastically different from the last one he gave you. You didn't feel like you were on fire, clawing at your skin with your throat raw, you felt like you were being slipped into the warm black lake that was Daryl Dixon. 

“Daryl, oh my god Daryl.” Your words slurred in your mouth and he leaned down to kiss you. He wanted to swallow every little noise you made. Wanted to swallow your breaths, wanted to swallow you. 

“Ss-shh-fuck.” He bubbled against your lips as he came, forgetting to pull out again. He didn't give a shit anymore. He moaned then, such a beautiful noise that it nearly shattered your heart. So shameless, he didn't hold back at all, letting you hear all of it, all that you earned from him. 

He ground his hips into you well after you both finished, making sure every last drop of his cum filled you up. He buried his face in your neck and rolled his hips, his rough pubes grinding against your throbbing clit. You'd never come that way before, not without at least a little outside stimulation, the fact he made you cum from penetration alone changed your life for good. 

It was hard to bite back any further words. You moaned softly at the feeling of his dick still dragging against your walls, nudging against you each time in a way that was nearly too much to bear. 

You looked at him with admiration. He looked beautiful. You reached up and ran your hand over his short hair, wiping the sweat from his brows. He looked at you, something he needed great courage to do, and sighed. 

He couldn't think of anything to say. He felt ashamed, embarrassed, he'd been so deeply vulnerable that it physically hurt him. He swore he'd blow his goddamn brains out if you laughed or made fun of him. 

But you didn't, you just smiled up at him with that dangerous look on your face that had his heart racing. It should've relaxed him, but it didn't, it made the muscles in his shoulders tense. 

“Do you want me to leave?” You whispered as you stroked his cheek, fully prepared for him to go back to the same old Daryl Dixon you knew and tolerated. 

“Do whatcha want.” He breathed, finally pulling his soft dick from you. 

“Good. Then I'll stay.” You leaned up on your elbows and kissed his jaw before slipping into the bathroom. 

When you climbed back in bed he was pretending to be asleep. You scoffed quietly in amusement and pulled a thin sheet over the two of you, curling up behind him. You decided that wouldn't suit you so you turned over and wrapped your arm around his waist, nuzzling your face in the back of his neck. 

You kissed the skin there once before pressing your forehead against the same spot, closing your eyes when you felt comfortable. 

Daryl stared at the wall in front of him as he felt your fingers softly fidget with the buttons of his shirt. They soon stilled and your breathing slowed to a point where he could barely hear it anymore. Only then did he close his eyes, and secretly enjoy the way you held him. 

The next morning was awkward when you woke up and saw Glenn still passed out on the couch.

@ophelialaufey @carlgrimesgfofficial @theskinniestjackson-denny @dilfish-daydreams

[hurts2think]

Could you maybe do Hook x gn!reader? Reader as Zellie’s sibling aka Rapunzel and Eugene’s son. Maybe reader is a painter like Rapunzel and Hook is the muse and I dunno sumthing silly like that. I’m obsessed with Tangled right now so :PPP

🏴‍☠️Young!James Hook x GN!Reader🏴‍☠️

Reader pronouns: They/them

Pairing: Young James Hook x GN!Reader

Plot: Reader is the child of Rapunzel and took on the same artistic hobby of being a painter. They have a final project due but can't find the perfect muse. That is, until an annoying boy shows up who might be perfect.

Word Count: 1.7K

Extra: I feel like maybe I write too much dialogue idk. Do you guys prefer more dialogue or more text? Anyway, I hope you Hook fans like this!

Being the child of Rapunzel, it’s no surprise you took on an artistic hobby. Even your sister, Zellie did fun hairstyling and colorful outfits, but you kept it more traditional. Traditional in the sense that you keep it simple and just paint. Painting, drawing, and sketching, anything like that.

You found yourself doodling every time you had a pencil in your hand, half of your jeans are painted with little stars and flowers just from absent minded doodling while coming up with a real project.

This obsession naturally landed you in advanced art classes. Which was of course your favorite class of the day. You had just finished a landscape painting for an assignment that took you longer than it should have, (you were never very good with landscapes) but now that the project is over, that just means it was time for the next.

But this project was your final exam for the year. A portrait. Not a self portrait, but a portrait of someone else at school. There was also a paper that had to be written with it about technique and color theory but that was the boring part. Now you were too busy thinking of the possibilities for your muse!

You were fairly popular at school, especially considering you were royalty. But you were also just nice and charming to many of the people around you, so it usually wasn’t hard to ask people for help with your projects. But… your issue this time being that it was the end of the year. Most people were busy with their own end of the year exams and projects.

You asked Bridget first, who apologized a dozen times about how she couldn’t help this time because she was so overwhelmed with a new recipe she was trying for her culinary final. Then you asked Ella who said she had too much to study for and that she couldn’t do anything after school because she had to go home for chores. And anyone else you asked had similar responses.

In the dining hall you sat by yourself and stared at your notebook, trying to come up with anyone else you could ask. It was a free period so the hall was pretty empty since most of the students spent their time out at the courtyard. The quiet always helped you focus so you weren't complaining about being alone there.

Just as you were about to cross out another name on your list, the notebook was suddenly shoved off the table and replaced by someone hopping up to sit there instead of in a chair.

"Whoops. Be more careful with your things." The boy smirked as he crossed one leg over the other.

"Hook." You sighed, picking up the notebook. He thought he was funny for the way he picked on you and others, but really it wasn't that amusing.

You never understood why he decided to pick on you so much, it's not like you ever did anything to him. But at least his bullying was hardly considered bullying. Just a snarky comment here and there with a mocking smirk.

"What's their royal highness doing by themselves? Your mates finally ditch you?" He asked with the same old stupid grin he always had on. How you wish you could take a frying pan to his face and wipe it off sometimes.

"No. I'm trying to work on a project and you're kind of distracting me." You mutter with an annoyed huff.

"Distracting you? That's what I'm best at, darling."

Honestly you weren't really in the mood for this. Usually you'd just laugh and shrug him off since you never saw much harm in him, he just liked attention. But after spending all day working on a project you can't even start has frustrated you beyond belief. You suddenly stood up as if to stand your ground, "You know what, Hook? I've had it with your—" You abruptly stopped speaking.

Hook just looked at you with a mocking grin, clearly not taking you seriously. But the way he sat with his legs crossed, leaned back, and his hook hand held near his face suddenly struck you with inspiration and your annoyment quickly flooded away.

James Hook. He would be the perfect muse for your project. He's elegant with every move he makes, he's undeniably beautiful, and not overwhelmingly proper. His darker demeanor contrasts the elegant position in just the perfect way.

"Oh my gosh." You held your hand to your chest as if you had the most beautiful life changing epiphany ever. You tended to be a little dramatic like that.

"Hmm?" He hummed, clearly a little confused by whatever was going on inside your head.

Your eyes were practically glowing from all of the ideas running in your head, "Hook, you're perfect." Was all that came out of your lips.

The pretty blunt compliment seemed to also confuse Hook, "Yes..." He agreed but still looked at you, waiting for you to supply more context. "And?"

His ego might just be big enough to agree to help you with your project, "Have you ever thought about... Modeling?" You asked, tilting your head to the side, taking in his entire appearance.

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It was no surprise he enthusiastically agreed. On the way to the art room (that was thankfully empty) he only spoke about his looks and how you'd definitely get an A+ on your project thanks to him. Of course he also wanted to keep the portrait after it's been graded and given back to you. You never really took the self absorbed things he said seriously, they mostly just made you chuckle. It was kind of funny the way he spoke so confidently about himself, considering he wasn't exactly the first person people were lining up to be friends with or date.

You never really hated Hook. Sure, he pissed you off and his friends weren't the greatest either, but you never saw him as big and bad as he wished he was. For a pirate at least, he wasn't very scary. Mostly mildly annoying.

You couldn't say the same for his friend, Uliana. She was definitely the more brutal one of the VKs, which made sense considering she was their 'leader' or something. You mostly tried to steer clear from them, but somehow always had you and Hook running into each other.

"Could you please stop moving? Just hold still for ten minutes." You asked of him sternly. You sat in front of the easel while Hook sat gracefully on the desk in front of you. Well, not very graceful anymore. His pose became slouched and bored after only five minutes of him standing there.

"It's been an hour, can't I move now? Let me see it so far." He complained, frowning at the boredom of just sitting there.

"No. It's not done and if you move then it's going to be impossible for you to sit back correctly again." You explained, eyes not leaving the canvas.

You should have expected this behavior, but you were a little too excited about the process, you forgot who exactly you were dealing with. Every ten or so minutes he'd ask if he could move and you'd have to snap at him to stay still.

Though the next time you looked back up, your eyes narrowed at him shifting and moving, "James! You're moving too much. Tilt your head back to the right."

He rolled his eyes and tilted his head as you said.

"Not your right, my right— Okay, actually," You stood up and walked over to him, grabbing his face and angling it in the correct position.

"Ya know, you should ask me on a date first before getting handsy." He smirked, looking you in the eye.

You give him a skeptical look before taking your hands off of him, "Just stop moving. And keep quiet too." It was impossible to hide your own smirk. You really couldn't help it.

You walk back to your canvas and stare at Hook for a second, picking up your paint brush. Despite you telling him to keep quiet and stop moving, it didn't take long before he started talking again. Mostly gossip and stupid stuff that didn't really matter.

After another long while you finished the painting. Well, not really. You still had details and things to change but you got the base of what you want. It looked pretty much complete to anyone who wasn’t a painter, but it wasn’t quite. It was finished enough to where you didn’t really need Hook anymore though.

“Okay! You can see it now.” You grinned, clearly bursting with excitement. It really turned out better than you imagined.

Your muse sitting on a windowsill with only a little light trickling on his face and overgrown dark plants and roses surrounding. It was definitely darker than you usually painted but it turned out amazing. Using the Flowers to frame his face but the rest being overgrown vines, it really felt like the right artistic decision.

Hook wasted no time to get up and look, resting his arm on your shoulder. His eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, “Wow.” Was all he said at first. You looked at him, hoping he’d say something else or some kind of approval. “Are you in love with me or something?” He grinned, looking from the painting to you.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, “You wish.”

Based on that statement though, it was clear he liked it. Of course he was always open to someone making something in his image, but he really never expected someone to draw him so elegant and pretty. If anything, he expected something scarier. But you managed to make the painting dark and dramatic but still beautiful. He really was the perfect muse.

“Really? So the royal painter doesn’t want a kiss for their hard work in capturing my beauty?” He teased, taking your hand with his hook and leaning in as if he was about to try and kiss you.

“Try anything and you’re face wont be so pretty anymore.” You threatened with a light hearted laugh, pushing him away.

“Ouch.” Hook dramatically held his hand to his heart as if you’d stabbed him before grinning. Maybe you should’ve admired his beauty a little sooner. He could’ve been very helpful to your other countless projects.

[maegoorskeep]

So Able

summary: What Abby wants, she gets and what she wants today is to get you to the gym with her. You've said no before but you also know that Abs is not taking that shit for an answer.

pairing: Abby Anderson x teacher!reader

word count: 1.9k

content warning: teasing, language, power dynamics, playful but intentional emotional manipulation, established relationship, lightly suggested sex.

A/N: english is obviously not my first language so... yeah.......

Abby has always a way to get what she wants with the people she loves. No matter what it is, she has this way of sounding so good and convincing that most of her friends just abandoned saying “no”. There’s only Mel, but Abby knows how to by-pass her easily. And there’s the pout, the soft pout of her lips that has nothing to do on that tall, stern soldier’s face but that she does anyway.

So, when she comes to you on that very morning of Spring, you already know this will be a battle. Abby doesn’t come to you right away, she’s more cunning than that. She circles around, looks at the kids paintings. One is of her, of course, and it makes her laugh in that goddamn way you can’t quite resist. But you must. Your hand presses your temple while you mark some little work you gave your pupils today, but you can't help to look up from time to time just to see what the hell she's doing. Your eyes shift from the arch of Abby's back as she leans to study the pencil sketch to her shoulder on which her braid falls softly and just as quickly, you get back to work. Or you try at least, which is hard when there's this broad shouldered, muscled armed girl laughing softly to herself right there.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you mutter, pink pen scribbling a little smiley face on the spelling worksheet, hoping the little doodle will, somehow, uplift your own goddamn mood. "You here for a reason, Abby? If not, get out of my classroom, please."

"What? Is it illegal to appreciate my fan art, now?" she asks with a smug smirk on her lips. "Some of us here are local celebrities, you know."

You don't look up from the words written on paper though, trying to control your face as best as possible. Abby is good when she needs something. She perfectly knows that going for it upfront won't be successful. No. It's like war, you need a battle plan for this shit and Abby? She always knows how to pick hers. So, she walks to you and around your desk, her fingers trailing along its wooden edge like she owns this freaking part of the stadium.

"You're so grumpy in the mornings, I swear. You need to sweat it out with me."

There it is, the damn thing she wants. It's not formulated as a nice little request, never, she never ever say please. No. She passes it as an advice when it comes to you because Abs has learned from the time you where flirting around Manny and how he would always suggest you little things like it's nothing. But it's always something with Abby and you always fall for it.

"No," the answer is clear and definitive as you glance up at her through your lashes.

"You don't even know what I was going to say," she smirks, leaning to look in your face and it's very hard not to roll your chair back to put some distance between you and her goddamn beautiful face and those blue eyes.

"You were going to ask me to come to the gym with you, again."

"I was going to ask if you wanted a breakfast burrito with me at the mess hall instead of using your ration tickets," she pauses, waiting for the bait to settle in. She knows she has you intrigued by her words and Abby smile widden a bit. "After the gym, as a reward for your good work."

Of course. You drop the pink pen after trying to write on her face to get her to step back. She laughs again and you can't help the soft smile creeping up your lips. Abby sits on one of the little table, her elbows on her knees and her hands rest under her chin, waiting to hear what the hell will be your excuses this time. She knows it's comming, it always does.

"I have nineteen papers to grade, five kids who still thinks that glue is a food group and Miss Ornella is pretending to be dead again in her cage. I am not going to the gym, Abby." you say again like it's final, your thumb pointing at the little caged hamster sleeping there.

And of course, Abs shakes her head slowly, she always does when she's amused and her eyes creases in that perfect way that infuriates you but you don't say anything more that she could use against you. Instead, you look as she leans in again, hands braced on the desk  and Abby's arm are slightly flexed because of course, she knows. She always do.

"This sounds exactly why you need to go to the gym with me. As a stress relief, you know?"

"It's not how stress relief work," you snort imediately and it makes her smile wider.

"It is, if you let me help you doing it right," she tries again.

"No."

And as you get back to your papers, you think she'll give up because sometimes, rarely but still, she does. But not this time, of course not. She doesn't leave, Abby doesn't leave. Instead, she grabs one of those chair meant for kids, those ones that struggle with their fractions, and she turns it around to straddle it backward like this will be a long fought negociation she's going to win.

"You said no last week already, and the weekend before that. You can't say no everytime."

"Yes I can, consistency is a virtue, Abigail."

"You're governement naming me?" she laughs before leaning her chin on the back of the chair. "You are not consistent. You can't even decide on what to put on your fucking salad. You just like giving me a hard time."

"I just like peace and quiet, your gym bros are giving me anxiety, Abby."

"You like me better."

That, just there, is fucking unfair you are about to tell her. You look right in her eyes before looking back at your work, your pink pen circling a kid's misspelling of Elephant. You try not to look up before stopping again, pinching your nose for just a second or two.

"I tolerate you, Anderson. Now, get out."

"You wish you just tolerated me," she snorts with those knowing eyes. There's something soft in them. "Come on, baby."

"Abby-"

"Come to the gym with me, please."

"No."

And Abby, in all of this, she starts to see this isn't going to work. The pet name doesn't work, the politeness doesn't work, the cheeky comment doesn't work so she sight like all this is a great burden she's forced to bear. She's about to get snarky now, to make you feel like this is the worst thing you've ever done to her, which isn't.

"You know, I really fucking thought you were stronger than this," she says, moving her hand toward your work. "When the fuck did you become the most boring teacher out there, babe?"

The words are harsh, a bit mean also, but you know that this is all Abby trying and being her usual asshole to make you bite back to her and get up to beat her ass at the gym.

"You want me to say something super mean to you, don't you?" you mumble, shooting her a look and she laughs again, bright and unbothered like she never called you the most boring teacher in all fucking SoundView.

"Maybe. Or maybe I want to see that sweet look in your face when you finally give all in. You always cave in the best, y'know."

You roll your eyes, but she's not wrong and you know it. Abby has a way of breaking people down to the core, not with brute force even though she's got plenty of that, but with sheer persistence and you have to give it to her : it's a fucking skill. The teasing, the grinning, the charming, the little pinches of meaness, it's all weaponized and wielded like a a damn scalpel she knows how to use better than anyone. Most people fold, too scared to be cut. You've seen it on friends and foes alike. Hell, you've done it yourself when the night is at its darkest and Abby at her neediest. When she gets into your room like a damn thief to make you panting against her shoulder.

"I've got work. Fuck off, please."

She stands. For a second, you think maybe it was a bit too much to talk to her like this. Abby always does it to you, but she doesn't like to recieve in return. But of course, as she starts to get to the door, she changes her mind. You start to pray all the gods to help you because this can't be good. It's not. Abby grabs your chair, rolling you backward a little bit before crowding your space again. She stands there, between you and your desk like she had enough of this little game but Abs is never tired of it.

She can go for hours, days if she must. Her strong arms are crossed over her chest and at first, her face is unreadibly neutral until the pout. She doest that stupid little pout that unravels you every time and your breath catches. It bearly fits her, that stone-carved soldier woman with shoulders that could carry a truck and that Isaac wield like his fucking golden ticket to make the world a better place. She looks like a fucking angel of destruction ready to make you ploy.

"Please, Abs, stop this?" you start to give in, your legs twitching between her knees.

"I want to train with you, you never give me attention, I'm going to die," she comments, her hands resting on the back of your chair to lock you right there.

"That's not fucking fair. You're the one-" you start but she cuts you immediately.

"Life's not fair, grab your shit, we're going."

"No," but you're unsure now.

She frowns in that unyielding way, stern as fuck. The pout is all gone now, it's only Abigail Anderson now and she got enough. You can tell.

"Stop trying to be firm, get your ass up. I said, we're going."

"Hey, I am firm."

"As firm as your non-existing biceps. Now shut up and get up on your feet."

For all your trying, the words as you both shuting up and standing for her, so close that you can smell her and that stupid cotton shower gel she uses. You whimper a little bit like she hurt you with her words but Abby doesn't give in at all. Told you, she's good at giving, not at receiving that treatment she gives people around her. So, with no kiss and no encouraging words, you open the locker in the corner of the classroom on which you keep your favorite drawings of the kids and you get your gym bag from it.

"I hate you," you tell her.

"No you don't."

And just like that, all of Abby sterness is gone and she has her arm around your shoulders. There's this cocky look on her face again because she always win against you and somehow, you're not that mad about it when she presses a kiss on your head. Goddamn her.

[pwblant]

OOPS! — l.ant ★

★ pairing : l.ant x f!reader

★ wc. : 555

★ warnings : none!!! mainly fluff hehe

★ a/n : i miss memories era take me back!!

it was a sunny day out—you were in a good mood especially because you had a lot of free time. vacant days felt like miracles because art school life has been so busy lately. since you wanted to take this time to relax and enjoy your weekend, you took your sketchbook and pencil and made your way to your go-to cafe that was conveniently a 5 minute walk away from your apartment. 

as you walked through the doors of the cafe, you were greeted by the staff and met with the rich aroma of coffee. once you placed your order for an iced americano, you plopped down on your favorite vacant spot near the counter, which was also a cozy spot perfect for drawing. you sketched away until you finally heard the waiter call your name.

“order for y/n?” 

hearing your name, you immediately got up, carrying the tray back to your table and sitting back down. this was the life. a good drawing day along with the perfect seat and the perfect cup of coffe—

“oh my goodness.” a tall boy around your age says as he looks down at you in shock right after tripping on air and spilling his drink all over your sketchbook. 

“oh no, oh no, oh no,” the guy responsible for the mess says as he scrambles to look for a napkin, his panicked expression made him look mortified but also adorable. 

“honestly, it’s fine.” you say, trying to calm him down as you eyed your ruined piece.

“no no no i have an idea.” instead of calming down, he takes a pen from his pocket and starts “fixing” what he’s destroyed.

“i can fix it. i’m good at drawing, i swear!” he said in a worried but soft spoken tone. spoiler alert, he didn’t fix it. you laughed at the disaster of a drawing he created and his cheeks turned bright pink. 

“oh my gosh, what is this? a frog? that used to be a tree!” you said, genuinely finding all of this hilarious without a single trace of anger. it was a lucky day for him that you were in a good mood today. 

you looked up at him, “my name’s y/n and what’s yours, clumsy boy?” you joked. 

“um, my name’s anton. i’m really, really sorry about what happened. how can i make up for it?” he asked, looking worried.

“i told you, it’s fine. you’re cute anyways.” you say, half joking about what you just said—it wasn’t a lie that he was undeniably cute especially after witnessing what had just gone down.

you could see his ears turn red behind his brown, fluffy hair. “well, maybe i could make up for it over lunch? if you’re free.” he offered.

“deal.”

he invited himself over to your table and sat on the chair opposite to you. this didn’t bother you anyway. you ended up chatting with him for almost an hour, realizing the amount of similarities between the two of you. maybe it was like fate had known of your loneliness, so it gave you a little gift for all the stress you’ve endured. 

despite the unexpected way of meeting, you really enjoyed his company and quickly exchanged contacts before packing up and walking to the restaurant you’ll be having lunch in together.

[i-love-to-draw1]

*Falls on my face [finished finals for the semester] crawls*

I did Chap 6-8

Computer is still in shop, hahaha *sobbing*

Anyways Pencil sketches of LP still *throws*

Chap 6 n 7

The fact Megatron didn't like get it made me cackle. Like xjdbdb [but mood I didn't know a friend was dating another friend of mine back in high-school n I was like HUH!? ok then *thumbs up in confusion*]

THEY ARE SO CUTE AAAA

I was trying out a style for shockwave but I didn't like it. So back to simple style again haha.

But shdh So long jshdb I was grinning so wide when I first read it back then rereading made smile in fondness

Jdbdbd THEY ARE ADORABLE UR HONOR

Part 2 bc I hit my limit sighs

[rosie-chan92]

Sometimes it's okay to feel a little blue 💚💙

After a lifetime, I pick up the pencil again and I feel like I don't know how to draw anything anymore 😱 This is a stupid sketch, but it took me an embarrassing amount of time to make it 😵‍💫🙈 I didn't even want to publish it, but in the end I'm trying to follow my sensei's advice: draw always and anyway, never give up 💪🏾

First I had a bit of mood swings because of the spring, then I went to London for my friend's hen party and once I came back I got a cold 🤦🏾‍♀️ luckily now everything seems to have settled down and I will try to start drawing again like before… also because in the end it's nice and relaxing, I missed it a bit… let's hope for the future ✨⌛

[michilinstar]

Can you make to eat a god where we are an artist drawing them in a room and maybe even infront of them (also I'm wondering with the clingy fic that you made a while ago what happen to Ignis, Solaris, Aliana? Even the kids Noor and Shams?)

To Eat A God - Artist! S/O

AAHH hello hello! Sorry, I'm thrilled to receive my first ask. I'm new to this kind of stuff. Anyways! To answer your question in regards to my last writing, I apologize as I didn't write anything for them, but to put some closure to that, what happened with Unum's wives is that after Unum disappeared, his domain went down to ruin, so they desperately found a way to track him. After over a year, the children ended up being the key. Using a piece of the children's essence, they were able to create an opening to our world. Deciding that they wanted to leave the garden behind, they all chose to stick around with us, and let's say you had to get them caught up on everything. I'm grateful for your ask as it was the first one, and I'm glad since this means you’ve taken a liking to my writing! I’ve recently put one of my fics on hiatus as I wanted to write for these other lovely fandoms! Sorry for the late response, but I hope you do enjoy this!

After you had made your ultimate decision on who you wanted to go with, you’ve been bored endlessly in their domain. You just went through the usual routine they did, basically that stupid ass shirt “eat, sleep, stay alive, repeat.” It had taken forever before you worked up the courage to ask for a pencil and a sketchbook. (maybe longer with Septem since he's moody asf). After receiving the material, you let out your creative freedom whenever you got the chance, which made the boys curious, what could possibly be entertaining about it? That was until he had been finding loose pages around his domain with drawings of individuals he knew, or specifically, most of them being him.

Nulla -

After “eating” Duae and Quattor you’ve been stuck in Nullas domain while he continues to make preparations and plans for the next symbol to be eaten. He’s taken photos of the other prime targets and does that stupid thing with photos and red string on a board. You barely see him these days since he scouts out the targets in order to ensure the mission is a success so you’ve been stuck there constantly staring at that annoying board with the photos of the symbols. When you finally worked up the courage to ask the man for a damn pencil and sketchbook he happily gave it to you and disappeared back in the void to continue his planning. His response almost made you think if working up the courage to ask him was really worth the trouble. 

“Of course mi vida <3” you stood there staring blankly at the pencils and sketch book he handed to you wondering what you should draw first. You went back to the rooms where Nulla keeps that dreaded bulletin board and a light bulb went off in your head once you looked at the same old photos you see as part of your routine at this point. You opened your sketchbook and instantly got to work, within a span of 2 days half of your sketchbook was already empty. Occasionally when Nulla does come back to his domain, everywhere he walked there were pages everywhere of familiar individuals. You drew quite a bunch of the symbols, Quinque, Unum, Tria, Sextam, and.. Septem. He counted the number of pages of each symbol and found out that Septem has a significant amount of pages compared to the others. He doesn't get it. Where are his pages? He searched his domain for any drawing of him, at least one! But to no avail, he took plan B and decided to go get your sketchbook but turns out you hid that damn thing in his domain no less. Nulla was for sure in a mood and hated looking at the drawings of other people that weren't him. He just doesn't understand, you’re his why are you drawing everyone else but him? For mothers sake even Fames got one! Fames! He threw all the drawings out I fear, he's trying to put your happiness first but it's hard so he plans to try and spend a little more time with you to see if you would end up drawing him. Honestly a little part of him misses seeing you, and I mean you.

With the other half of the sketchbook you took your time using it wisely with the little time you see Nulla to get a chance to draw him. At some point at the dinner table Nulla was lowkey getting fed up with you sticking your head in that book, part of him regrets getting you that book but he's happy if you’re happy. He is just a little upset that he doesn't get to look into your eyes to be able to see you. He ended up at a breaking point and snatched the book away from you.

“Mi amor, what's so important about this book that you won't look at me as much anymore?” You reach out for the book and Nulla holds it high up and the air pushing your head just keeping you out of reach from it. He uses his shadow restraints to hold you down on the dining table and uses one hand to flip through the book.

“Have any more Septem drawings I should know about…?” Nulla then freezes in his spot when the rest of the pages are full of sketches of him from the past couple of days. From when he was washing dishes or doing any other household task, up to now, at the table. With a couple of sketches here and there of him eating, or even the subtlest movements he didn't even know he did. He leaned on the table by where you were restrained, you had a bummed out expression because you wanted to make it a surprise. He got closer to you, leaning over the top of you with an arm on each side, with a smitten look on his face.

“If you wanted to draw me, mi amor, you should’ve just said so.”

Septem -

Being in Septems domain it's a literal bore I tell you, like please the man barely lets you wander his domain and you’re literally walking on eggshells around him! At that point you were gonna die of boredom before you died at Septems hands. It felt you needed to be extra careful after Septem completed gaining a new form since he no longer needed the puppet body anymore. He ended up living up to his promise and gave you a new puppet body to which he replicated it to look exactly like you. After all that he quickly busied himself with the garden affairs and wanted to restore the symbols original power. So you hardly got to see him since you already had done most of your part he needed you for anyway. It literally took you forever to work up the courage to ask for those simple little things. You walked into his office peeking out from the crack of the door silently standing there until Septem annoyingly looked up at you.

“Speak. What is it that you seek?” He says as he looks over more paperwork, ever the workaholic I see. You took this opportunity to ask for at least a sketchbook and pencil to entertain yourself. He literally gave you a look that said ‘Seriously? You bother me for something like that?’ Being the new creator and all, he magically popped out some pencils and a sketchbook out of nowhere, handed them to you, and literally shooed you off.

“There, begone and don't bother me while I'm working.” Once you left his study in one piece you breathed a sigh of relief. You wondered what you could draw now that you successfully acquired the materials. Literally nothing in Septems domain helps with any creative juices, in fact it's drier than a sahara desert. You think back and remember all the symbols you met that one time when Septem took you to their meeting. A particular two people  also came in mine, first you wanted to make it easier on you and visit Rafael and drew a couple pieces of him which you of course had to leave with him since you couldn’t risk Septem finding out. Going off of your memory you drew countless pages of the other symbols, you made sure to keep it tidy and decided to keep all the sketches in your room. 

When you would be sleeping the last part of Septems schedule is to check on you. When he came into the room he noticed the large stack of paper on the bedside table. Septem looked through them and was impressed by your work, he kept in mind how many sketches each person got. One thing that he didn't understand is why did it bother him that you didn't seem to have any work on him? He was above these petty feelings so it didn't take too much of a toll on him. It began to make him curious, he didn't question it at first but when you had first received the pencils and sketchbook you've been working countless hours on it. He would even catch you drawing in it at the dining table where you both eat in silence.

Septems domain gets eerie when you think about it, it's basically decorated like an insane asylum and the silence doesn't make it any better. You’ve been spooked by it for far too long and decide to ask if you can be with Septem in his office promising that you would stay quiet. After trial and error he formed a white couch in the room and gave you permission to sit down. You sit on the corner of the couch face into the book, he was new to having someone else around so hearing the scratching of another pencil threw him off a bit. He's exasperated and states something out loud.

“I cannot fathom how that can be entertaining for you humans.” He says as he gets up and looms over you looking down on you. You look up at him with wide eyes holding the sketchbook close to your face, Septem then holds out his hand silently demanding you to hand him the book. You hand it to him begrudgingly and he takes the book back to his desk.

“It will be temporarily confiscated, I do not wish to see you stuck in this book for long periods of time.” You sat there bored the entire time without your only form of entertainment, you even asked Septem if you were dismissed from his office and he denied your request. It had eventually come to bedtime and then he dismissed you, you wanted your book back but you were too afraid to ask. When you went to bed, Septem curiosity got the best of him. He opened the drawer where he kept the book and opened it up to the first page. He was surprised and mostly irked by the first couple pages. They were sketches of Nulla, he particularly doesn't have a liking towards that man and prefers to keep his distance. He’ll admit the artistmanship is impressive, but must it be of that man? The further he flipped he became annoyed seeing the repetition of that damn face, until he ran into a page with two drawings of him, it was his original form and the current one now. It appeared to be an analysis page, he read through the little notes you made on the side about details about him, even the smallest ones. Humans are curious creatures he must say, too curious to the point of being insufferable. But, they are the most meticulous. 

He flipped through the rest of the book looking at the many sketches of him, varying between his original form and now. They were all familiar scenes from the little time he sees you. There is a sketch of him caught in that moment. He ended up on the unfinished page you left of him at the desk before he confiscated your book. Perhaps this form of entertainment isn’t so bad. He paid a visit to your chambers before going back to work, he silently entered the room and left the book on your bedside. He looks down at your vulnerable form and lets out a breath of laughter at how messy your hair had already gotten in that short amount of time. He does something so out of character for him that even he questions it after, he takes his time to properly fix your hair. He leaves the room and keeps in mind that he should look through that sketchbook of yours every once in a while.

Unum -

To be honest it really didn't take much time before you got comfortable enough to ask for small things. After all, Unum kind of prioritized your comfort, if you leave out the part where he almost poisoned you… After you got settled in you requested Unum if you could be given a sketchbook and pencils. Of course he happily handed them over, but naturally he was curious for the purpose of needing these things. You told him it was art, like drawing. Like we all know well enough he still has more questions after that and wouldn't leave you alone for a couple hours until you finally got time for yourself. Unum’s domain was the perfect place to get inspiration from, everywhere you look there's intricate and beautiful decor and design that gets you going. What you enjoy doing is draw multiple sketches of his lovely wives working in the household and of course the cheerful children who love to play outside. You realize Unum gets a lot of visits from the other symbols so whenever you’re in the place as them where you’re required to accompany Unum you take the opportunity since the symbols shoo you off basically saying ‘The adults are talking’ out of the symbols you mostly have drawings of Septem and Quinque since they visit the most. You mostly either have sketches of Septem or the children and wives, Unum notices you’ve been more mellow these days and less tense ever since he gave you those things you asked for. He knows of the activity but how does it entertain you so much?

One day he approached you and asked if you could lend him a pencil and paper to see if he could draw also. Until now he's never seen your art, you drew alongside him but he was too busy to see what you were drawing. You finished what you were drawing and went back to the previous page of an unfinished drawing of Septem to finish. Unum took his time adding all sorts of colors and when he was done he confidently showed you an attempt of a drawing of you. You thought it was sweet and he gave it to you when he noticed your book containing the drawing of Septem which was beautifully drawn realistically. His confidence instantly dropped when he compared his to yours, he was also a little upset when you drew Septem when he was the one that literally takes care of you. He asked to see your other finished works and you showed him all the various drawings of his wives, the children, Quinque, and Septem. All of them but him? He basically starts sulking everytime he sees you with that sketchbook and starts to confiscate the book every time Septem visits. Septem took notice of this but didn't seem to care enough to ask. You, however you were put through the painstakingly long meetings you were forced to go through. Unums wives tried to talk to Unum to not worry about the drawings, it got to a point where you had to convince Unum to look through the book to see that you do have drawings of him. You showed Unum the pages upon pages of various drawings of him in different moments in time he even noticed in one of the pages you glued the drawing he made of you.

“You really do love me huh?” He turns to you with a goofy looking smile with a smitten look to him. One drawing that particularly stood out to him is where you drew him playing with the children, he enjoyed that you captured a moment that makes them look like an actual human family. You took this opportunity to show all the art you drew of the others, when you showed each of Unum's wives the drawings you had done of them they absolutely loved them. They even requested that you pick up the job as a portrait painter for them. You went to show the children the drawings of them and they were in awe, after that they wouldn't stop bothering you to teach them and which you happily obliged. You had to get Unum's help for the other two, they’re symbols, they gotta be busy people right? Quinque was the easier one to get a hold of, he came to Unum's domain and to his surprise you were the one who actually requested him there. You handed him the various drawings you had done for him and he was tad confused. He was impressed, he must say, the pencil strokes perfectly captured him. He was only confused because he didn't think to see you get confident enough to speak to him face to face, I mean the last time he really saw you was when Unum’s dumbass poisoned you. He thanked you and bid you farewell, he ended up keeping those drawings. Septem was the most difficult as he has a fuckass attitude and full schedule ig… When Unum got a hold of him at first Septem saw no point to coming as you were only giving him something. He just didn't see why he should waste his energy on something that is insignificant from a symbol. You gave up but Unum took your drawings and delivered them himself, Septem was disinterested. Yeah yeah, he guesses he’ll admit you have quite the craftsman ship but again, he saw no point in receiving it. He gave a brief glance to it at most and just asked Unum to leave the drawings on the table.

“Could you please teach me to do that too?” Unum had been pestering you to take classes with you, and you let him join the classes with the kids. So far with the kids, they are showing small improvements, but with Unum, he's getting it; he's just a slow learner, but he eventually got to a semi-similar level as you. (he's still kind of bad, but he's making improvements!) He just enjoys your company, tbh.

A/N: Also, to my dear followers, I was thinking of implementing emoji Anons or asks! like those things where you choose an emoji and it will be linked to you. and example being: "🎀- Anon" or "🍓- Anon", I think it would be fun and would hope for some of you guys to participate!

Every bit of support helps me do what I love! Link in the image below!

[trenchcoathunnybee08]

Anyway I don’t know if this is actually canon or not but if it’s not I feel like Jotero Kujo would draw. Like he’s super tough and shit but he’s got like a nice sketch book and some pencils he carries around. He mostly draws animals but sometimes when the mood strikes he’ll draw people.

He’s actually like crazy good and after the crusaders draws a lot of their adventures will away at college. It gets to the point that he does at least one full on colored rendition of something every week because otherwise he flips his shit at will get into fights.

This becomes his coping mechanism of choice. Instead of talking about the fact he watched some of his best friend die brutally, daughter for his own life and nearly died on several occasions, and had to quite literally save the world all at the ripe age of 17 he draws it.

He can’t bring himself to talk about any of what happened but if he’s gotten good at anything it’s drawing some of his most traumatic memories instead of bearing his fist into someone else’s face.

(Also all his homework gets turned in with little doodles. Even his notes have little figures to help him keep track of stuff.)

Not proof read.

[mgrdetangled]

I never thought I'd pick up a pencil and draw Varigo, but the request has been sitting in my request queue and I decided to sketch up four requests. So much time has passed that the anon who requested the art is now deactivated, but I had enough interest to do the request anyways. I meant it when I said I'll only do requests I find interesting.

Plus I wanted to have another try at Tall!Varian.

It was fun to do and I love the way it came out even if the beanbag is trash. Aw well, if I can't be happy with the beanbag, I have enough powers to change it to something else.

I can't wait to see how it comes colored.

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Because I don´t follow Varian and the Seven Kingdoms, I still hardly know who Hugo is, so I won't ship them unprompted. I do appreciate the cuteness though. 😊

Whichever request gets done depends on my mood, but this is my favorite picture among the sketches. 💖

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If this looks familiar, this was the request given to me.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Mirage Introducing You To The Other Autobots

Mirage X Human FemReader

Rating: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3k

Requested by Anonymous

Part 1 here

(A/N:) This was a request I had gotten a little bit ago and the requester has asked to remain anonymous. Which I can 100% respect and it shall stay that way. I wanted to get this done while I am on hiatus and after this is posted I will still remain on hiatus as I have so many things to do in time for next month plus several ideas that I need to get done. I have over 50 things in my drafts and a certain story I need to finish as well. My requests will still remain closed and my posting will still be few and far between. My family and I are still taking the loss of our cat we had over 16 years rough so please bear with me. I’m working as fast and much as I can. But anyway I really enjoyed this request and I hope the requester finds it everything they hoped for. Thank you for requesting and considering me worthy enough to do it. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope to see more Mirage requests in the future when I open them back up! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Mirage had been gone for a little while and you never realized how big of a part he had become in your life until he no longer came around. For a couple weeks you would go back to the usual meeting spot only for him to not show up. You would stay for a couple hours hoping that he would show up while keeping yourself busy by sketching the scenery, but you couldn’t wait forever. At first you worried something horrible happened to him, until you started to think that maybe you had made him mad and he no longer wanted to see you. The thought made you a little depressed as you couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing the goofy Autobot ever again. You stopped going for about a month now, as the disappointment at not seeing him was too much to stand anymore. But your heart longed to go once again, just to see if he had started to coming back again. You never realized how much those little moments (and even the stupid heart pounding joy rides) meant to you. 

Despite telling yourself that it was stupid, that possibly you were just delusional. That it was all just a dream and that it was a possibility that you were beginning to go crazy. But despite telling yourself these things mentally, you found yourself at the same spot gazing out at the scenery with your sketchbook on your lap. Despite the surrounding noises echoing through the air, you focused on the scratching of your pencil against the paper. Losing yourself in a fantasy that you could hear the rumble of Mirage’s familiar engine mixing in with the noisy bustle of strangers’ lives. Until you swore you heard it again, but this time closer. The movement of your pencil stopped and hit the paper as a mismatched Porsche of different colored and rusty parts skidded around the curve. A welcome honk piercing the air before the Porsche began to transform kicking up dust before revealing the mech you missed so dearly.

“Mirage,” you shouted tossing everything to the ground before racing towards him. He beamed brightly giving you a guilty wave until you clung to him tightly. Despite promising you wouldn’t cry if this day ever came, your emotions betrayed you as tears stung your eyes.

“Miss me,” he teased poking at your wet cheek.

“Shut up,” you growled not really in the mood for his teasing. Maybe you were dreaming or maybe this was just wishful thinking? You didn’t care at the moment nor did you want to think about it too hard. Mirage patiently waited for you to finish your moment of emotional release. You sniffed loudly, wiping at your eyes before stepping away. He still had that smug grin on his face which made you stick out your tongue in defiance.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he snorted. “I missed you too.”

“Stupid mech,” you muttered. “Where were you? Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”

He rubbed the back of his head, the human like gesture not lost on you, as he seemed to move anxiously with guilt on his face.

“It’s a long story,” he replied. “One that I promise to tell you in full later, but there’s something I have to do first.”

“Are you leaving again,” you mumbled as you felt the sorrow of him leaving beginning to drown you.

“Technically yes,” Mirage replied. “But you’re coming with me this time.”

“Really?!”

“Yep,” Mirage grinned. “Got some friends I’d like you to meet. Starting with my best bud! C’mon out Noah!”

You glanced at Mirage in confusion before movement caught your eye. A young man rounded the corner sheepishly waving before he glared up at the mech. He awkwardly walked towards you before offering his hand for you to shake.

“If it wasn’t for Noah here I wouldn’t be standing at all honestly. Despite the terrible paint job.”

“Shut up man,” Noah retorted.

That gave you some explanation on Mirage’s new less sleek look. After a little further explanation from Mirage, you and Noah were sitting inside Mirage’s cab cruising down the highway to a place that Mirage was being a little too secretive about. You scratched at the nylon of the seat belt while you watched the scenery go by.

“Mirage is a bit much ain’t he,” Noah spoke up causing you to jump at the sudden break in the quiet.

“Just a little bit,” you answered, causing the mech to scoff.

“I am a joy and you two know it,” he retorted.

“Hush,” you slapped his dash, “ the grown-ups are talking. Autobots need to keep quiet and watch the road.”

Said Autobot grumbled his displeasure but blessedly remained silent while you and Noah talked. Conversing eased you back into a sense of calm as you couldn’t help but be nervous while Mirage was being vague. When Mirage finally screeched to a halt in front of an abandoned warehouse you really began to get nervous. Why could he possibly want to bring you to such a place? You hadn’t seen him in forever and he brings a new friend and takes you to a place that could easily be seen as a crime scene. You began to wonder if this mech you were with was even Mirage. Which seemed silly how many talking, living, transforming robots were even on Earth let alone this city? That question was answered quickly as vehicles of all makes and colors began to drive out of the warehouse.

“Meet my fellow Autobots,” Mirage gestured. You stood there stiffly watching the vehicles transform just like Mirage. The biggest one that happened to be a semi scared you the most as you felt a tense aura surrounding him.

“This is Optimus Prime, the leader,” Mirage gestured to the bigger mech. “Here is Bumblebee, Arcee, and Wheeljack.”

“Hi,” you spoke timidly the whole group of transformers causing you to panic just a little bit.

“Okay,” Mirage sat down roughly before patting the concrete beside him. “I owe you a huge explanation.”

You plopped down right beside him, “Yes you do.”

Your mind whirled at all the information pouring forth. So far the only thing you could keep straight was something named Unicron had tried to destroy Earth and the Autobots stopped him with another team that transformed into animals and basically Mirage gave up his life. It was only because of Noah that he was here today. The other Autobots put in a few other details they thought Mirage had missed and by the end you were ready to take a nap. It was a lot but the one thing you weren’t confused was the sense of gratitude for Mirage and his fellow Autobots. If it hadn’t been for them, you wouldn’t even had a life to miss Mirage and you were glad that you finally got to meet the rest of them.

“It’s a lot to process,” Arcee spoke.

“It is,” you agreed before standing up. “But one thing that is easy to understand is thank you. Thank you all so much. I had no idea and none of you had to, but you saved our world anyway.”

“It’s the least we can do,” Optimus spoke, “while we live on your planet.”

“Hey,” you laughed, “stay as long as you want to. Sounds like we could use some protectors like you.”

Optimus nodded and Mirage’s optics began to gleam brighter in glee. He scooped you up pressing you against his metal cheek. You chuckled pressing against him in your version of a hug. Despite everything you were so glad that you met Mirage and you were glad he brought you here. You found yourself realizing that you wanted to remain here and get to know the others better. It wouldn’t take long for you to consider the other Autobots a friend as well as Mirage set you down in the middle of all of them. This was your life now and you couldn’t bring yourself to regret one moment of it.

[ping-ski]

Hewwo, hope you are having a lovely day! :3 For the Artist Ask meme questions, what is your favourite music to draw to, your go-to things to draw for comfort and do you little warmup sketches before drawing? Thank you and have a wonderful rest of the weekend!!

hi ama!! :3 thank you and i hope your day + weekend is lovely too!! <3 (now to the questions, sorry for the yappage lol)

🎼 Your favorite music to draw to right now? ooo how fun!! i got 2 other anons asking this too haha! i love music and i'm also a (hobbyist) musician myself so... usually the music while i draw is dependent on the mood/intention/character i have with the piece! (silly art = silly music etc.) often times i'll loop a song for DAYS just to keep up the "vibe" cause i don't have a go-to favorite when i draw! otherwise i just listen to whatever comes to mind in the moment! but yeah right now (while i draw DCA au stuff), i'm listening to Willow Smith's "empathogen" album & yaelokre's "Hayfields" because i adore that project and it's fun to sing along with!

🐻 Your go-to things to draw when you need comfort? hmm... my go-to comfort to draw is almost always whatever my current hyperfixation is! which is primarily DCA right now! outside of that (tho i'd probably have art block tbh), it's usually drawing myself in varying styles or (if i pull them out of the basement) my OCs. i'm a fanartist at heart, so drawing original stuff sometimes feels alien to me haha! i need a fictional muse to fuel the art lmao

☕ Do you do warmup sketches before drawing? (Bonus: do you have any to share?) actually- no i don't! i don't really "warmup" at all because it ALWAYS ends up being a sketch i post or end up as a finished piece! (i feel like this would make more sense if you watch me draw live ig/posted a speedpaint? maybe for art requests and commissions, but i can't recall tbh.) before digital art, i always drew with a PEN or CRAYON cause that's the most sensory friendly option for me. (it doesn't make a lot of scratchy noises like markers and pencils) so i unintentionally trained my muscle memory and myself to draw whatever comes to mind because every stroke was (literally) permanent + i tried to draw fast and loose cause i hate the feeling of paper. it gives me the strongest, most volatile, and intense visceral ICK. when i draw, i always draw with intention otherwise i'm probably not drawing at all! (this is also why i'll go on streaks of posting often then disappearing) idk my vision is usually clear, even for sketches and the muscle memory does its job! im too lazy to do actual "warmups" tbh. anyways, it's not a warmup sketch per say but i here's a random wips i have !! :3 (it's all LDR, but the last two images are from a separate wip!)

[weaveandwood]

WIP Wednesday Friday

I was tagged by @orangekittyenergy and @littlelostmabari for WIP Wednesday! I had some medical stuff this week (which is also why I've been a little MIA I haven't been great mentally), so I"m a little late but better late than never right?

Anyways! I've been working on the community choice Gale x Tav smut! Here is a small snippet of what I have so far:

“Have I ever told you how much I love the leather pants you favor?” A warm voice said softly in her ear, sending a tingle through her body that settled deep in her abdomen. She sat her drink down and turned to face him while the rest of the group was watching an arm wrestling match between Wyll and Halsin. She thought she saw Astarion taking bets. “Only every morning. And every night before you take them off of me,” she smiled wickedly. She knew from the look in his eyes that he was in a certain kind of mood this evening. She couldn’t blame him - she was as well. Staying at the Elfsong, while nice, was also…tricky. They were staying in a large communal room with no privacy at all. She never thought she would miss a tent, but after two nights spent alone…she missed her tent. She missed her bedroll. She missed Gale’s weight on top of her.

As for art, I've really been enjoying simple "pencil" sketches in Procreate. Here is one I'm working on of Auroria. I'm redoing my commissions and I'm thinking about offering solo Tav portraits like this because they're so fun.

[flowersofstarlight]

Hello, everyone! My name is “Connie” (or Flower if you want to call me that) and welcome to my art! Here is my persona. And yes, I like flowers and stars, which is why my social media is called “FlowersOfStarlight”. 💖💜💕🌸🌼🌟✨🌌

(This is a redraw of my persona incase you’re wondering)

I am a hobbyist artist who likes to draw. I am autistic and a Taiwanese-American. Both my parents were born in Taiwan and many of my family members speak Chinese and English. But I only speak English.

I only know several words that I can speak in Chinese like “Hello”, “Bye”, “Thank you”, “Happy Lunar New Year”.

I mainly draw fanarts from my favorite games, series, and movies. I like to draw my favorite characters and ideas I want to draw. I’m about to turn 22 this year, and my birthday is on December 9. So, you can either draw my OCs or my persona as a birthday gift or say “Happy Birthday” in the comment or reblog when I post a gif on my birthday.

But I want to mention to you that I do NOT do requests, art trades, collab, and ships that you want me to draw. I’m NOT interested and there are many reasons why I don’t do those unless it’s my friends who I trusted. So please do not ask me to draw something you want me to draw, especially that I don’t feel comfortable with. I only draw what I want to draw. And I am busy in college doing assignments, so it may take a week or more to post new art.

Anyway, when I draw fanarts in my free time, I sometimes like to either color or sketch them depending on my mood and if I feel like I want to color my drawings or not. I don’t do digital drawings because I’m more comfortable drawing with paper and color pencils only. I don’t have any drawing tablets and I’m not interested in it. I much prefer traditional drawing.

The fandoms I’m currently in are Gravity Circuit and Block By Block: The Amulet. I love an ARG website called Welcome Home. And my favorite games are Kirby, Minecraft: Story Mode, Sonic the Hedgehog, Poppy Playtime, Hello Puppets, Little Nightmares, Mega Man (classic), Undertale, and Deltarune. I don’t play video games anymore, I only watch gameplays on YouTube.

My number one favorite shows I really enjoyed watching are Amphibia and The Owl House. Avatar: The Last Airbender and Gravity Falls are also my favorite and were my childhood.

So yeah. That’s all I want to mention. 😊💖✨

[omens-for-ophelia]

I love your art! Would love to know about your process if that’s something you’re interested in talking about!

hello! i am so sorry it took so long to respond to this 🩷

(...i suppose this means the first step in my art process is to faff about and procrastinate and dither for ages 🤭 oops)

i am so flattered that you are interested! 🥺🩷

i wish i had a truly substantial answer for you - unfortunately i don't know if i would consider myself as having a standard "process", per se. i tend to play around with something new each time, as i am still very much getting back into my art and still learning.

i will put my current "process" under the cut for those who may be curious? 🩷

so i guess my first step is to gather inspiration & references! i have a bunch of boards on pinterest for poses clothing inspo, things that are just 'vibes'... there are a few life drawing sites i like, as well as (of course) the Good Omens Reference Library discord, which is a genuinely brilliant community-built resource (praise be to @orayart & @patibuart 🩷) once i have my references and a few ideas of how i want to work them together, i start with the sketch - i usually work on a square canvas in procreate with a neutral toned bg (white hurts my eyyyyes) and normally i'll throw a paper texture over it (there are a lot of great resources like that on gumroad to download both for free and in paid packs)

i am clearly attached to sketching aziraphale in blue and crowley in red to begin with hehe (background is usually in green), using the procreate HB pencil or the cube brush, as it lets me visually see which lines are which - my sketching is very very messy in the early stages! and i don't usually like to do proper linework - instead i just duplicate the layer, lowering the opacity on one and then refine the sketch down in stages... then colouring the sketch to a more neutral dark grey or brown

i am aware this isn't necessarily good practice, since it can make some of my work seem stiff and flat - but even when i try and leave the lines messy i just can't seem to leave well enough alone

at this point, the 'process' really just becomes a game of 'what am i in the mood to do, what suits the piece, am i painting this or am i done, etc'

for the most part, i will use a solid cube brush to lay down the flat colours, then use ink wash brushes, spatter brushes or watercolour brushes to add texture and shading or colour - experimenting along the way for the most part! then some different layer modes to play with lighting etc if needed!

i have NO idea if any of this is interesting... i am hardly an artist with a refined style or process as of yet, but i am getting there. i've been making art since i was small, but before GO i hadn't drawn seriously for years and years beyond doing D&D character art for me and my friends!

anyway! thank you for getting this far if you managed it! so grateful for you all 🩷

[moonsofmachinery]

So this isnt a pride req but you still don't have to answer!! But how do you draw so quickly?? I swear you draw like 2-4 times a day? I wanna get on a really good schedule about that so I can keep up with a art blog but idk how to draw fast! How'd you do it?

I hope it helps If I go over my entire process here because I've been wanting to showcase my process for awhile anyways :}

Haha! Yeah, i usually try and draw ~4 things min a day. Now, let me clarify, to run an art blog you don't have to draw fast! I do try and take breaks if I need them!!! But a lot of my speed has to do with the fact I've just been in a very art-inclined mood as of late :} It's a lot easier to draw if you WANT to draw! and knowing people like my stuff is a huge motivator.

Long post below where I explain my process and some of the shortcuts I take!! :]

For more skill-based tips though, my method definitely helps. Drawing lineless and paying attention to my stabilizer helps a lot. I'm definitely not a perfectionist when it comes to my art and I do tend to reuse poses I KNOW im comfortable with if I'm not in the mood to go all out.

I sketch freely with loose stabilizer using a pencil-like pen that allows me to get a good idea of the details I want down... Ex:

I have a very good grasp on the way i draw slugcats and how their bodies are shaped! Depending on the characters you're drawing, you should try drawing them a TON to get to a point where you can sketch them without even looking at a ref of any kind. My designs tend to stay consistent as I have a solid idea of each slugcat in my mind! It helps me pace myself as I generally don't need refs! :}

Next, I blot out my main body shape. I then, using a clip layer, add in lines and line in limbs! Generally I do this all in the same colour, get the main shapes down before you add detail and all that...

I blot out different regions of my character in different colours and section off areas to ensure I can later select these and go over them! Doing lineless helps me a ton as I don't use a lot of layers! it's just the style im more used to :}

Lastly, I add in my colours and adjust places where I can adding in all markings and details and recolouring where I need to! I use the selection wand to help me and I also use clip layers.

The details are relatively easy for me, most of the time its just getting to doodle whatever I want to make the colour combo look the best I can!!! :} The final result of this one will be posted on its own, but I just use CSP tools to add an outline-- I'm not sure if you use Clip Studio Paint, but if you do, you can use the effect feature!

Its just a little thing I add to make my drawing pop against the background!!!! :D

Anddd thats how I pump out art at an inhuman rate! Drawing is one of the few things I can do without my chronic pain kicking my ass so a lot of my day is spent at my computer cozy n' arting! Drawing for too long does cause fatigue in anyone though! I reccomend listening to something engaging in the background (if your attention can take it) and taking regular breaks every ~15-30 minutes.

This piece took me 30 minutes?? maybe a little more! I hope this gave you what you were lookin for :D!!!!! I wish u well in ur art blog n' make sure not to stress urself!!!!!