#I'm so glad I got this commissioned I'm aaaaaa

[hauntsect]

[ AGUJERO BLANCO ]

The infinite, insectile, extraterrestrial Monarch.

Commission by: Dinh Ha My

[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS More,Blood Stellaworth Complete Set Tokuten Short Stories ☽ Ayato ver.

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD ステラワース全巻連動購入特典ショートストーリ English translation by @otomehonyaku Scans can be found here (courtesy of @karleksmumskladdkaka!)

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SUMMARY | This short story provides a slice of Ayato and Yui's daily life after the events of More,Blood. Yui tells off Ayato when he asks her to prepare takoyaki for him, so he resolves to make it himself out of spite. Chaos ensues...

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“Tch… this is harder than I thought…”

As soon as I’d spat out the words, smoke started rising from the searing hot teppan (1) in front of me.

“It’s burning…?! Shit! How’d that happen?!”

I went over to the sink, getting increasingly irritated, and turned on the tap to fill a nearby cup with water. By that point, smoke was billowing up from the steel plate. It was then, when I reached over to throw the water onto the pan, that…

“Ayato! Stop, you shouldn’t do that!”

“The fuck?!”

“S-sorry… I didn’t mean to…”

“You’re the one who told me to make it myself, right?! Right?” I threatened, looming over her. Her lip quivered while she apologised, her voice small.  

It had all started a mere ten minutes ago.

I’d just been craving takoyaki before bed. I woke up Pancake, who’d already been fast asleep, and pestered her to make it for me. However, of all the things she could’ve done, she flat-out told me I should be able to make such a simple dish myself.

Well, she ain’t wrong, I’d briefly thought—and yet her blunt statement had really pissed me off. It made me want to put her in her place. 

Then, another thought suddenly occurred to me. I wanted to prove to her that I could, in fact, make takoyaki myself.

And so, in a petty attempt at retaliation, I’d decided to actually prepare the takoyaki on my own. But to think the same person who told me to do so would still be poking her nose into my business…

“I’m sorry, I think I should make the takoyaki after all.” 

“What?!”

Pancake sounded exasperated when she reached over to take the metal skewers from my hands and stood in front of the takoyaki machine.

“The fuck’re you doin’? Then why’d you tell me to make it myself?! Besides, they’re almost done already, so…” I grumbled while Pancake narrowed her eyes at me from over her shoulder.

“...I thought you would repetitively refuse to make it yourself, so…”

“What?”

“So I’d figured you’d go to great lengths to make me do it!” she said, somehow quite angrily.

“So what, huh? I tried to make you do it but you didn’t in the end. Why’re you yappin’ like it’s not in your favour?”

“...Come on! It’s… because… I wanted you to ask me, Ayato…”

“Huh?”

“Well… I felt a bit irritated because you woke me up out of the blue, but… you know, I actually find it… kind of… cute when you come to me asking to prepare takoyaki for you, Ayato…” Pancake’s face turned bright red—all the way to her ears—when she said it.

“W-what’s… cute…? The fuck?! Are you out of your mind?” My voice almost betrayed me.

“I’m not! Come on, Ayato…! Why did you choose to actually make it yourself this time…?” Pancake mumbled, skillfully turning over the takoyaki. 

I’d thought the takoyaki had been burning, but it turned out not to be so bad after all.

What she said made me feel like I had been a bit unreasonable. I swallowed hard. 

“Uh… anyway! I’m always fine with making takoyaki for you, okay…?!”

“Ugh… I-I don’t understand you, woman!” I retorted. 

In all honesty, I just didn’t know how to deal with being thrown off-balance this way. 

The takoyaki turned out to be… so bad that they were inedible. I must’ve messed up the ingredients somehow. In the end, it seemed like there was no other way than to let Pancake make takoyaki for me from now on, no matter how much she got on my nerves.

Well, I guessed it couldn’t be helped.

Still, though… the next time she calls me cute, I’ll drain her to the last drop!

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(1) 鉄板（てっぱん）: A teppan is a steel plate, usually in the middle of a table, on which dishes are either prepared by a chef (in a teppanyaki restaurant) or by yourself (in good company!)

[alieinthemorning]

TOUCHED STARVED LEONA WITH VERY PDA AFFECTIONATE FEM!READER AAAAAA

A Familiar Touch [Leona Kingscholar]

Content: Touch-Starved, Fluff, Emotional Hurt and Comfort, Soft Leona Kingscholar

Pronouns: None

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

How long had it been since someone had run a brush  through his hair? Gently undoing each and every knot and tangle. Who hummed a tune that was different from the one from before, yet familiar all the same.

He felt like a cub again, and honestly?

He didn't like what feelings that dredged up.

However, he also couldn't bare to remove himself from such bliss.

Call him selfish, he didn't care.

Chartreuse eyes open to find your own closed, a soft smile gracing your features with the sunlight from the open blinds of his balcony haloing you.

You were beautiful.

"Sounds like you're thinking pretty hard there." Your voice cut through his thoughts.

He was glad that your hands were in his hair and not on his face because he couldn't keep himself from flushing.

He sighed, tail thumping against the sheets. "You're imaginin' things."

"Sure, sure..." You paused, then asked. "Are you thinking about home?"

He froze.

Seven, you were too perceptive for your own good.

And he had already confirmed your suspicions by freezing up like damn prey.

He pulled himself up, showing you his back (putting up some kind of wall between the two you).

You placed a hand on his back, however, completely disregarding his weak attempt at closing you off.

"Talk to me."

His eyes slid close as his body leaned forward. Elbows on his knees and head in his hands. Your body followed him.

"When I was little my mother would always brush my hair before bed. She would take her time and hum this little tune and just..." He trailed off, losing himself in the feelings of those memories.

He didn't like thinking of is ma. It brought up too much to the surface. Too much that he refused to sort through.

Too much about her.

Too much about his father.

Too much about his brother.

Too much about how much he has lost.

"Leona." One again, you pull him from that headspace. "I hope I'm not over stepping but..."

"I'm so happy that I'm you trust me with things like this."

He released a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "'Course I trust you with this.'

"I love you."

Guess who's feeling better from the Big Ick?

It's me (i've been up for 3 hours lmao)!

Anyway, this took forever and I didn't end up using the other two requested traits of: short and bubbly, but hey we got touch-starved (did we tho?????)

We got something nice and soft and that's all that matters uwu

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; uuuuuuuuu ; Thank you so much for your kind words about my OC!!! I've literally been staring at that commission every day since I got it lmfao. I'd be happy to talk OCs--or literally about anything--anytime you want!! Your art is wonderful and you're so kind and lovely, I'm glad we get to be moots ; u ;

AAAAAA YOU'RE SO WELCOME 💙💙💙💙💙 I would absolutely love to hear more about your OC and scream together!!

I'M SO HAPPY WE'RE MOOTS TOO AND YOU'RE AWESOME AND THANK YOU FOR SUCH A SWEET WORDS 🥹💙💙💙

[milkmateartist]

Hey there ! Sorry for bothering you but since i look up to you as an artist i felt like asking you for advice... So the thing is, I run an art blog and i post my art 3 times a week and i feel like this is not enough and i can't seem to keep my followers =s So the question is, should i "force" myself to draw more and post more or should i keep this pace i'm confortable with and... hope people will eventually stay ? Thank you in advance ^^

Gday m8! Hey, I’m really glad you asked me and I feel very honored you look up to me! You’re not bothering me at all! ^^ I’m always happy to answer asks!

So well, I have myself thought about this at some point too to be honest. I guess the question you have to ask yourself is what is the purpose of your blog and who is the audience you want to target.  Do you want it to be for followers, or for yourself? 

A few months ago I was like, man, what do people wanna see? And I was scrolling through all the notes on other peoples stuff and trying to figure out patterns of what content got more notes and what time it was posted, etc etc. I looked on sites and collected resources to try to figure out what I was doing wrong.

But the truth is its very hard to figure out a good equation on notes and followers. It has a lot of other properties like that audience, what type of audience it is and how many members of the audience, what time you post it and what day it is, if any popular blogs follow you and repost your work, who sees it and is willing to share it, the content, whats the message after the post, does it look reposted instead of original to ppl, and there are just so many factors that are out of ones control and if you can control it, how much of an effect it actually has with all the other factors. Also Tumblr’s ‘best first’ algorithm plays into stuff too (shows stuff based on whats popular instead of chronologically which messes up everyones feed on mobile if its on).

When I got to this point of realizing I can’t control so much of everything I wanted to, I’m like, welp, oh well. I give.  Realizing I couldn’t do too much about this mystery equation, I focused more on myself and improving my art and having fun while doing it. I even have stuff queued to go at popular times of the day but I get so hyped over a piece I did I post it immediately anyway XD.

So I guess in conclusion, if you want to post more for the sake of the followers, figure out some kind of motivation or a method to make it a fun or interesting experience so it’s a positive ‘forcing’.  For example I like to come up with new ideas (such as vampire creek au) that I enjoy and is what gets me hyped.  1) thats fun for me and makes me wanna draw and invest more 2)  followers can get into it as well.  

When I feel like I have to force myself to draw to the point of being overwhelmed and unhappy, I feel like that is when the learning stops, because then I don’t have fun and don’t seem to learn anything new and just have to push through with a frown. Some forcing is okay and perfectly normal! It’s when you get to this point where it becomes the kind of ‘forcing’ that is very negative and draining.

If you let the concept of followers dictate you you’ll feel like a slave forced to make art and appeal. “Followers” consist of individual “follower”s who have all kinds of different likes and opinions, and you can’t appeal to all of them, so sometimes its best to go at your own pace and do what you find fun, or find ways to make doing what you want more fun so its not negative ‘forcing’, but positive ‘forcing’. Our society revolves around public appeal and we can get services to service us anywhere (restaurants, commissions, etc). But when someone comes out and presents their own ideas and pushes forth with them and expands on them and such, I feel like it provides more colorful, creative and unique alternative than this conformist mindset. (Oh god i sound like Tall Goth aaaaaa)

Also when you say “keep my followers” and “hope people will eventually stay”  does that mean that the number of followers have been going down recently? If so then there might be an external issue aside from just posting art.

Ooo my that was long! I hope this helped! ^^ I hope I made some sense X3