#Professor sharp fan art

[ryukiravenwing]

Been playing a lot of Hogwarts Legacy and felt like doing a Prof. Sharp sketch.

[ladyelizabethraven]

Waking up next to you.

One of the best feelings in my life is waking up next to you.

Happy New Year everyone!

I'm feeling a bit inspired to draw today. So here's some Aesop for you.

[1920sladydectective]

I am desperately begging and screaming into a void here, I want to have some art commissioned of Sharp and my OC but I cannot find anyone to do it. I have been thinking about this since I wrote the first chapter of my first story.

I beg of you hook me upppppp!!!!!

Me:

[strawberrypinky]

The amount of talent this fandom has 😭 Unreal!

This is absolutely wonderful!! 💕

Finally got the time and will to draw Daddy Sharp.

*Planning to edit this post in the future to add the other DILF's on the game —Victor and Black

[brynn-lear]

🍵 𝒲𝐻𝒪𝒟ℛ𝒜𝒩𝒦𝐼𝒯? ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚: A Yandere!H:SR x Reader Otome Game

this is a repost because tumblr won't show up the original in the tags ;;-;;

✧ romanceable characters (© hoyoverse): Professor Veritas Ratio, "Your friend" Kakavasha, and "Gallagher" [for now]

✧ content warning: yandere themes, mentions of racial/species discrimination (your character is SEA/Filipino-coded), (y/n) uses they/them, the story takes place in a modern hybrid alternate universe where each planet (Belobog, Penacony, etc) is considered a country.

PLAY THE DEMO HERE (available for download on PC & Mac AND online play for any devices, though download is preferable to avoid pixellated graphics & misaligned textboxes)

You (name changeable) are a hardworking and full-pledged human cafe owner in Penacony City. Your Dreamjolt Cafe has been a go-to for residents and tourists alike. But your loved ones' lives took a sharp turn for the worst when you decided to take a much-needed vacation back to your homeland, Perlas. While your family eagerly awaited your arrival, you disappeared en route. Where did you go? How did this happen? Who did this? Was it...

☕ the prickly yet fascinating Prof. Veritas Ratio, your self-proclaimed avian-hybrid regular,

☕Kakavasha, your longest fellow human friend who always seems to have a secret or two;

☕ or Gallagher, your hound-hybrid roommate whose past is as peculiar as his loyalty?

☕ or are there two more you're forgetting?

... so...

𝒲𝐻𝒪 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓉?

Please support this game by reblogging the post & sending asks/comments! I put a lot of time and effort writing, drawing, and learning to code for this. Thank you so much, my beloved yandere!H:SR community and of course, @dreamjolt-hostelry, for being supportive friends!!! - @beloved-brynn

✧ Characters, Background Art and UI Credits

Hoyoverse assets sourced from the-astral-express-archive. I just tweaked em a bit!

Canva freestock images... Haha...

✧ Intro video, sprites & CG art Credits

Me!!! Hi <3 I hope you enjoyed them! I can't believe yall made me learn adobe after effects a bit for this-

✧ Music Credits

The main menu theme (the first song upon booting the game) is made by @naraven!

The rest of the royalty free music soundtrack (such as the music used for the video above) is sourced from Vodovoz Music Productions!!! Please show the creator some love!!! I was actually vibing so hard while listening to them lmao

✧ (Fan)Story

lol hi again!!! man. i feel like Argenti.

If you wish to support my work and want to see more of this in the future, please buy me a coffee! So I can at least prove to my parents that my work is at least worth one dollar ;;;;

[cuffmeinblack]

If you’re taking requests - could you do a jealous Ominis x f!Slytherin reader 🥹🤲🏻

I’m imagining one of our ginger Gryffindors Leander or Garreth attempting to get a bit more than friendly with mc and he’s not a fan

The boggart in the tower

Ominis Gaunt x f!reader

Tags: fluff | pranks

1.1k words

A/n: OK I'm so sorry this went SO off-piste I have no idea what happened but I'm going to post it anyway. It basically just ended up as an Ominis and Sebastian being stupid boys fic.

It had escaped absolutely nobody's notice that the new fifth year was the subject of interest of two of her Gryffindor classmates. Leander and Garreth, normally very friendly with each other, had become contenders in the battle for her affections and resorted to snide remarks and outright sabotage in an effort to dash the other's chances to impress her. Ominis would find this amusing if it weren't so frustrating.

One such occurrence of this rivalry came in an otherwise tedious potions lesson. Not one of Ominis' favourite subjects, he found it harder than most to accurately measure ingredients and could only tell if his potion was successful by means other than sight—smell, texture, or Sebastian's remarks.

"Looks like snot," he said next to him.

"That wasn't quite what I was going for."

"Too much bubotuber pus, I think."

Ominis sighed and vanished the contents of his cauldron, groping around for the ingredients to begin again. Professor Sharp was busy muttering to Amit across the room, perhaps he'd be able to catch up if he hurried. As Ominis cleaned off his silver knife, he overheard another conversation, much louder and much more embarrassing.

"You know I'm working on my own potion, maybe you'd like to join me one day? We can work on it together. You're a very gifted witch."

"Erm, thank you, Garreth. I'm afraid I'm far too busy…"

"She doesn't want to spend her time mixing potions with you, Garreth. How about a spin around Hogsmeade instead? I've heard Honeydukes have a new flavour of fudge…"

"Again, I'm afraid I'm too busy. Thank you for the invitation, Leander, truly."

Sebastian snorted next to him as Ominis shook his head, trying to tune out the exchange. He flinched when a cold hand touched his cheek.

"Your cheeks are burning, Ominis," Sebastian laughed.

Ominis swatted the hand away and returned to his potion, grimacing at the smell from the bubotuber on his chopping board.

"Sebastian?"

"Mmm?"

"How would you feel about creating a little inter-house sabotage?" Ominis whispered.

"You've got my attention, proceed," Sebastian muttered in reply.

"I think Prewett and Weasley need to be taken down a peg or two."

"Hah. It does bother you."

"What bothers me?" Ominis asked, feigning ignorance.

"Come on, Ominis. I'm your oldest friend, don't think I can't tell that you're head over heels for our new fifth year."

"Will you help me or not?" Ominis asked testily.

"Of course. What's the plan?"

"What if…what if we send them both a letter from her."

"I like it. Let's make them climb all the way up the bell tower," Sebastian sniggered quietly.

"And all they find is each other. Fools."

"And a boggart," Sebastian added.

"A boggart?"

"Think they might need a little scare as well. There's one in a cupboard in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, I'm sure I can manage to relocate it… temporarily."

Ominis smirked as he idly stirred the contents of his cauldron, wondering how best to entice the two Gryffindor boys in the letters.

"Your potion appears to be burnt, Gaunt. Pay more attention next time, please," Professor Sharp barked from behind him.

-

Ominis and Sebastian spent the afternoon writing the two letters for Garreth and Leander in a quiet corner of the Slytherin common room. Both asked them to come to the bell tower that evening after dinner, feigning interest in their respective hobbies. Sebastian had convinced Ominis to wait for them, hiding out of sight under the stairs of the tower as to not miss the chaos that was sure to ensue. They delivered the letters to the perplexed owls being asked to deliver letters to the great hall at dinnertime and slipped away from the meal early.

Sebastian nudged Ominis and whispered, "They've just got their letters. They both look so proud."

They reached the tower, casting disillusionment charms and crouching uncomfortably beneath the wooden staircase that led to the top of the tower, below the bells. Ominis leaned against an old crate, waiting impatiently.

Garreth came first, humming to himself as he climbed the stairs. The second set of footsteps came a minute afterwards as Ominis and Sebastian waited and listened intently.

"Weasley, what are you doing here?"

"Prewett?"

Sebastian had his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound of his laughing. It wouldn't be long until they noticed the third note stuck to the trunk and Ominis' heart pounded in anticipation. A faint muttering came from above them as the two boys conversed, probably baffled by the turn of events, then a loud creak and two echoing screams rang through the tower.

"It's a bloody werewolf!" Garreth Weasley was shouting hysterically as the sets of footsteps clattered down the stairs.

"Out of the way, Weasley!"

"Oof!"

Sebastian was clutching Ominis' arm as the two descended into hysterics, the Gryffindors shoving each other and running absolutely terrified from the room.

-

The plan only had one downside—the idiot Gryffindors thought that she had been the one to lure them to the tower and humiliate them. Ominis heard the ugly encounter outside of charms the next morning.

"What did you think you were doing, setting a boggart on us?" Leander hissed.

The students in the queue for the classroom ceased their conversations to listen in on the exchange, creating an uneasy silence in the corridor.

"What are you talking about?"

"We both got your letters, it wasn't funny," Garreth said in a slightly hurt tone.

Ominis begged to differ. It was funny, though this part was much more uncomfortable to witness. Though he didn’t much fancy owning up to the prank, he had little choice—he wouldn’t let her take the blame on his behalf.

“It wasn’t her,” Ominis said into the silence.

“You?” Garreth asked.

Ominis nodded, adjusting his stance and keeping a hand hovering over his wand in his robe pocket.

“Just a little lesson in courtesy. She’d made it clear she wasn’t interested,” Ominis replied.

The exchange was thankfully interrupted by the arrival of Professor Ronen who ushered the students into his classroom.

“This isn’t the end of this,” Leander whispered into Ominis’ ear.

Ominis turned from the fuming Gryffindors, seating himself as far away from their muttering as he could. The seat next to him was filled, but the sound and scent wasn’t Sebastian—it was her. Ominis felt his chest tighten as he prepared for the ambush, but it never came.

“Did you really set a boggart on them?” she whispered.

“They just happened to find it,” he said evasively, fondly remembering the screams echoing in the tower.

She tittered quietly next to him and Ominis relaxed, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Thanks, Ominis,” she said, laying a warm hand on his arm.

[aisclosed]

the art of purrsuasion - y. jungwon

jungwon has the purrfect solution for your unfurtunate situation

PAIRING: non idol! y. jungwon x reader GENRE: university au , fluff, friends to lovers | WORDCOUNT: 3.9 k WARNINGS: mild language? nothing rlly

Birthday Café Event! 

Jungwon blinks at the sign hanging over the door to his favorite café, willing the mirage to change before his eyes. Not that it would do much considering the walls plastered with large posters of some k-pop idol in various poses, accompanied by balloons and streamers hanging obnoxiously from the ceiling. 

The once cozy shop, tucked away in a less traveled street near his classes, had become a constant in his weekly routine. He found comfort in the quaint tables, the soft notes of music and the aroma of fresh baked goods flooding his senses as he grinded through his work. And yet, the café was betraying him now, the bustling crowd of fans indicating that today, his favorite latte and croissant wouldn't be there to soothe the sting of a 5 page requirement. 

“Jungwon!” a voice calls in greeting, and he whips around to meet your eyes, catching your quickly falling expression as you take in the packed café. “Woah…what the hell is going on?”

You were another new constant in his life, ever since the first day of the semester. You had stumbled into class late, your hair whipping wildly around you as you quickly slid into the nearest available seat. Luckily for Jungwon, it just so happened to be the seat next to his own. He had slid his notes over to you, receiving a grateful beam in return that had his stomach churning and his cheeks heating. 

That same seat was occupied by you the next day, and the day after that, and the next. Until, sometime between the muffled snorts at your professor’s sad attempts at jokes and whispered, “what the fuck does that even mean’s, the pair of you had become friends. 

Jungwon was all for trying new things, but what he craved was stability, playing by the rules, routine. You were the opposite, a whirlwind of a person coming into his life with all the force of a hurricane.

Instead of putting up his walls to maintain some semblance of security, Jungwon found himself swept away by your gusts of change, and happily so. Where he once had to drag himself out of bed, fighting the urge to skip his 8am lecture, he now woke even before his alarm had a chance to ring. You were his new routine. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday he would rush to get to class to see you, and every Tuesday and Thursday he would count the minutes until he could see you again. 

In a stroke of genius and a slight desperation to see you more often, Jungwon had suggested study dates sessions. You had regarded him with a smile tugging at the corner of your lips and mirth dancing in your eyes. Heat had licked at the apples of his cheeks and he had begun to stutter out an excuse when you had cut him off “Yeah, I’d like that, text me when and where.”

And so, another piece of you slotted into Jungwon’s schedule, study sessions at the café whenever the two of you could squeeze one in. Maybe the two of you had slight ulterior motives but your grades weren’t complaining and you certainly weren't either. Jungwon much preferred your “dates” to class time. It was the only time he could listen to you freely ramble about everything, from your kitten Dalgona to your frustrations, without the sharp glare your professor was privy to shooting at him. 

Now, it's been a particularly challenging week, with never ending assignments, a frustrating project and a three hour long lab on top of it all. Jungwon really needs this. Jungwon really needs you. 

You can almost visualize a darkening cloud thundering over Jungwon’s head as he shoots daggers at the café. Letting out a laugh, you bump your hip against his to grab his attention, “Hey it’s alright, we can find somewhere else to study, no need to commit arson.” 

Jungwon tilts his head inquisitively, “Yeah, but where? They’re doing construction by the Library Annex and the Main Library is across campus. We don’t have many options besides the big cafes but those are just as busy.” 

“My dorm is like five minutes away and my roomie’s gone home for the week,” you offer, Jungwon’s eyes widening comically in response. “Unlessssss, you want to stay at this café? Who knows, maybe you’ll get scouted by some big shot k-pop company. Get some fans of your own,” you tease. 

Jungwon scoffs, pushing you lightly as his cheeks flush with color. “As if. Alright, if you’re sure it won’t be an inconvenience let’s go to yours.” Beaming in satisfaction, you tug at his hoodie sleeve, leading him towards the direction of your dorm. 

He admires you silently, the way your hair bounces slightly with each step and the swift glances you give when you think he’s not looking. As if you think he might get lost despite the firm grip you have on the fabric of his sleeve. For a second Jungwon considers shifting his arm slightly to just interlock his fingers with yours, but before he can, you’ve come to a halt, looking at him in horror. 

“Wait! I forgot all about your cat allergy, will you be okay with Dalgona there? Maybe we should just look for another place?” you ask, your eyes round with worry. Jungwon looks down at you, trying his best to stop from melting at your cute expression. 

He shakes his head softly in denial, “My allergy isn’t that severe, I think I can handle a couple hours. Plus I’ve been wanting to meet Dalgona for ages anyways.” Jungwon gestures for you to continue leading the way but you merely squint at him skeptically. Huffing in false exasperation he takes your hand in his, pulling you forward. “Come on, I’ll be fine. I mean it.” 

Your pupils dilate at the action, flickering to where your hands are now joined. A wave of embarrassment washes over Jungwon and he laughs awkwardly, hurriedly trying to release his hold on your hand. 

Before he can, you’ve already interlocked your fingers with his own, holding onto him firmly as you begin continuing your journey to your dorm. For a second, Jungwon allows himself to be tugged along like a rag doll after you. 

Even from behind he can see the slight blush on your ears and cheeks as you desperately try to maintain your composure. The wind tousles your hair gently, pushing the strands back to reveal your features illuminated softly by the sunlight. Jungwon feels as if the air has just been stolen out of his lungs and he thinks that if it meant he got to see this view, he would gladly follow you to the ends of the Earth. 

It's not until the pair of you have reached your building and are waiting for the elevator, hands still linked, that something odd occurs to Jungwon. Glancing at the receptionist across the lobby, he leans down to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Y/N,” you startle at the feeling of his breath against your skin, looking up at him inquisitively, “Aren’t pets prohibited in student housing? Unless it's a service animal.”

You glance worriedly at the receptionist, signaling to Jungwon to wait for your answer. The elevator door opens with a chime and you hurry in, pulling Jungwon with you. 

It's only when the door shuts securely that you begin whispering conspiratorially, “Ok, yes technically Dalgona isn't allowed to be here. But I'm working on getting him written off as an emotional support companion. You don't understand, I need him,” you pout at Jungwon pleadingly.

“Alright,” Jungwon chuckles, swinging your hands together as you exit the elevator, coming to a stop in front of your room, “It’s not like I was gonna report you, I just don't want you getting into any trouble with housing.”

“It should be fine honestly, Dalgona is a really sweet kitty, he doesn't get into much trouble. The only real issue is my RA Renjun,” you gesture at the floor monitor's door down the hall, fit with a shiny plaque and complaints box. “He’s really nice though, he’s just a bit of a stickler for the rules. Which is his whole job so I don’t really have much place to complain.” 

You come to a stop in front of your door, shifting to grab the keys from your bag. Jungwon reluctantly releases your hand and you finally fish out your keys, opening the door and leading him in. “He’s been pretty close to catching me, sometimes Dalgona meows really loudly near the door and Renjun knocks. I just act like I’m not here and he gives up. I’ve been avoiding him like the plague,” you giggle and Jungwon shakes his head in exasperation. 

Jungwon takes in his surroundings while you set down your bag and fiddle with your speaker until Wave to Earth plays quietly in the background. Your room is cute, a large bed equipped with a fluffy duvet and numerous plushies pushed to one corner, and walls and shelves littered with albums, trinkets and plants. On your pillow sits a small calico kitten, his stare trained on the unfamiliar figure in his territory. Suddenly Jungwon’s caught in an intense stare off, sharp green eyes meet rounded brown eyes, both unwilling to be the first to break away. 

The tension is shattered when you suddenly chuckle at the scene, “What are you two doing honestly,” you giggle, scooping up Dalgona into your arms. “I’ve always agreed you were cat-like Wonnie, but I didn’t expect to see this feline face off,” you walk over to Jungwon, lifting Dalgona slightly, “Say hi to Jungwon baby,” you coo softly. 

Jungwon offers his fingers for Dalgona to sniff and he does so tentatively, before deeming the new intruder acceptable and nuzzling into his palm. “He likes you!” you squeal happily, looking up to find Jungwon already looking at you with a soft smile. Suddenly you’re all too aware of the lack of distance between your faces, the way his broad stature looms over you and the way his eyes draw you in.

 Laughing nervously, you stumble back, nearly tripping on your rug as you try to regain some semblance of normalcy. “Woah, careful,” Jungwon steadies you, his hand resting against the small of your back. 

“Thanks,” you breathe out, Dalgona leaps out of your arms with a meow, affronted by your jolts. The movement snaps the two of you out of your daze and you clear your throat awkwardly and step away from him. “You wanna get started on the review outline?” You gather your laptop and notebooks, settling onto your bed and beckoning Jungwon to come join you. 

Jungwon nods stiffly, and sits gingerly at the edge of your bed despite there being ample space for him to scoot closer. It's silent, an uncomfortable tension that you’ve never experienced with him stifling the air. Jungwon leans in slightly from his position, struggling to read the notes on the screen and you meet eyes.

You're blinking owlishly at each other when suddenly you both break into laughter, Jungwon doubling over until he's laying flat on the bed, right next to you. “What's wrong with us today?” you wheeze, wiping a stray tear from the force of your laughs. 

“I have no clue,” Jungwon smiled sheepishly, “We’re just being a little silly, I don't know why it’s so awkward. Maybe it's the new setting that's throwing us off.” You roll back into your back, mimicking Jungwon’s position until you're looking back into his eyes.

“Yeah maybe it is, we really should get to working though, this assignment is gonna kill us if we push it off any longer,” you grumble shifting back to look at the papers. Jungwon nods in agreement, and this time the silence that settles is warm, accompanied only by the faint sounds of music and Dalgona playing with his toys. 

It's hours later and Jungwon’s eyes have started to sting, the letters and words all blurring together. He lets out a sigh, throwing his head back dramatically to rest against your shoulder. You look at him in amusement, knocking your head against his playfully, “Am I losing you to the deathly grips of literary analysis Wonnie?”

Jungwon only groans in response, burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck. Absentmindedly, he thinks that you smell good, warm and slightly sweet, nothing like the scents that usually overpower his sensitive nose. It's kind of intoxicating, like the smell of fresh baked treats at the café, and Jungwon finds himself inhaling you subconsciously.

“Jungwon… did you just sniff me?” 

He halts, a prickling heat crawling up his neck, “No?” Jungwon denies meekly, unwilling to lift his head up.

“Oh my god you were sniffing me!” you giggle gleefully, “I don't think you can get any closer to being an actual cat Won, what's next will you meow for me?” Jungwon releases a sound of indignation, backing to splutter a series of denials, when Dalgona starts meowing rather loudly near the door. 

Immediately you shoot up from the bed, “Baby! Please don’t.” You grab his favorite toy on the way picking him up and trying best to mollify whatever was bothering him. 

There's a loud knocking on the door. You freeze, looking in horror at Jungwon who stares back, equally helpless.

“Y/N! It's Renjun!” you scrunch your face in panic, cursing your luck. “Come on, Y/N you can’t act like you're not here this time, I literally just heard your voice in there. Open up or I’m going to have to get the building supervisor and really don’t want to have to do that.”

“Oh my god,” you whimper, quickly placing Dalgona in your bathroom, equipped with toys and a mat to hopefully keep him occupied while you figure out how to save your academic life. You shut the door as quietly as you can and Jungwon walks over, rubbing soothing circles into your hip. 

“Don’t worry we’ll come up with something,” Jungwon whispers comfortingly, but you’re not sure he believes it himself. You smooth your hair, plastering on your most disarming smile and swing the door open.

Renjun’s stood with his hand hovering over the air, clearly poised to knock again. “Heyyyyy Renjun Oppa, it's been a while. I never see you anymore, I almost thought you were avoiding me,” you say brightly, hoping he doesn't see right through your ploy. The hand Jungwon has still resting on your waist tightens just a fraction at your words, before returning again to its ministrations. 

“Uh huh I’m sure you did Y/N,” Renjun says dryly, “Can I come in, we need to talk.” Your smile stiffens but you simply nod, inviting him in. He walks in, giving Jungwon a nod in greeting, Renjun doesn't say anything but you don’t miss the way his eyes scour the place, looking for any sign of an prohibited presence. 

With a sigh he pivots and turns to you, “Look Y/N I’m sorry to do this when you have company but you know what this is about. I keep hearing meowing from your room and you know pets are against policy. As much as I want to make an exception for you, I can’t. I don't want to get you in any trouble but I will have to file an official report for this.”

Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as you begin to plead with him, “Wait Renjun please I can explain-”

“It was me.”

Both you and Renjun turn in unison to look at Jungwon incredulously. His cheeks are slightly flushed but his brow is set with determination. “The meowing, it was me.”

“Jungwon, stop you don't have to do this-,” you start but he waves you off, stepping in front of Renjun.

“I, uh get compared to a cat a lot,” Jungwon gestures at his face shyly but Renjun only stares blankly in response. “So I kind of have this habit of meowing, and Y/N finds it cute so I was just doing it to impress her. She just didn't open the door for you before because she wanted to save me from the humiliation.”

At this point you’ve faded into the background, hand clamped in disbelief over your mouth as your eyes dart furiously back and forth between Renjun and Jungwon. 

Renjun narrows his eyes, assessing Jungwon fully.

“You do look like a cat, I'll give you that, but you truly honestly expect me to believe that all this time the meowing I've heard from this room has been you and Y/N doing some weird kinky furry shit.”

“I do not have a furry kink,” you protest fervently but are silenced by both guys shooting you a sharp glare, one that clearly says keep quiet. 

“It's really not a kink,” Jungwon mumbles before meeting Renjun’s eyes defiantly, “But yes, that's the truth.”

Renjun scoffs in disbelief at the situation, crossing his arms across his chest. “Alright then, prove it.”

“Okay come on, that's too far, Jungwon you don’t-”

“Alright I will,” Jungwon cuts you off brazenly, clearing his throat before releasing a set of meows that sound almost entirely too similar to your kitten’s. Your jaw unhinges and you let out a strangled noise, you’re unsure whether to laugh, cry, or coo at Jungwon. His cheeks are now a bright pink, his hands instinctively coming up to make a claws, his sweater forming cute paws to accompany the image. It's all too cute, and he's doing it all for you, if Renjun doesn’t kick you out first you think you might melt into a puddle on the dormitory floor. 

Renjun sighs, pinching his nose bridge before letting his hand drag down his face. “You know what I give up. I can’t afford to be sitting here dissecting whether you guys are actually furries or not. I have an exam coming. Y/N I don't want either of us getting in trouble so if you are hiding a pet, please resolve the issue, or at least find a way to be more discreet.”

You nod feverously, thanking Renjun for not filing a report and basically pushing him out the door. He’s just crossed the threshold when Dalgona lets out a very untimely meow from the bathroom. Renjun freezes, swiveling around to question you further but Jungwon quickly intercepts, “Just saying bye, Renjun hyung!” 

Renjun looks as if he’s aged 5 years by the end of your interaction and so he surrenders with a grimace, giving a half hearted wave and walking towards his room. Jungwon and you wait with air lodged in your throats, ears pressed against the wood door until you hear the faint creak and click of Renjun’s room closing with finality.

You face each other, giving a simultaneous cheer of celebration before you jump onto Jungwon. He accepts your hug with open arms, lifting you and spinning you around in utter delight. The rush of adrenaline settles into a lingering flutter, and Jungwon sways you gently from side to side in his embrace. 

You're still nuzzled into the soft fabric of his hoodie, when you mumble, “I can’t believe you actually did that. And that it worked. Yang Jungwon, I could quite literally kiss you right now.” 

“Maybe you should,” he whispers so faintly, that for a second you question whether you even heard it at all. It isn't until Jungwon’s hand finds your chin, tilting it up to face him and his thumb swipes gently against your parted lips that you realize it's real.

It's with baited breath that you wait, painstakingly, for Jungwon to make a move. “What do you think hm Y/N?” he asks you with a smirk settled onto his face, “Don’t I deserve a kiss baby?” Instead, Jungwon’s rolled the ball back into your court, the decision is yours to make, and there's really never been any other choice. Not with him. Not for you.

You lean in and he meets you halfway, nose brushing against your cheek as he presses a soft kiss against your lips. Jungwon pulls back to look at your expression, the way your breath is stuttered, your flushed cheeks and your widened pupils. 

“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” Jungwon mumbles against your lips, capturing them in a proper kiss. The phrase makes your head reel with thoughts, but it's too difficult to try and dissect what he means when his fingers are buried into your hair and he tastes so good on your tongue. 

You don't break away until your lungs are burning, parting with a gasp. For a moment you both stare at each other, watching the rise and fall of your chests, not sure what to make of what just occurred, not sure what comes after. Jungwon’s suddenly filled with humiliation at the memory of earlier and he buries his face into the crook of your neck. “I can’t believe it took me meowing to finally confess to you,” he whines softly.

You let out a sharp guffaw, the tremors of your giggles shaking Jungwon’s head. He turns to look at you from his position, pouting playfully at being the subject of your glee. “Was that really a confession, Wonnie? All you did was ask me for a kiss,” you tease as you brush his bangs away from his eyes. 

He takes your teasing challenge in stride, straightening to look at you properly, his hands resting on your hips. “I like you Y/N. A lot. You're all I think about and all I look forward to being with. You’ve completely wrecked my schedule, my life and my dignity. Not only have I meowed for you but I'd even go as far as to bark,” he jokes, pinching your waist as you swat at him playfully.

“I know you’ve already got your hands full with one kitty in your life,” Jungwon continues smiling fondly, “but if you’ll have me I’d love to be the second.”

Your face might split from the smile you give him, eyes curling up cutely into crescents. “I like you too, Yang Jungwon. A lot. Honestly, I don't even like coffee, so if I can bear drinking those nasty drinks for you, I definitely think I can handle another kitty. Especially one as cute as you.”

Jungwon beams at the compliment, grabbing your cheeks gently to peck your face all over, when a rather loud meow resonates from the bathroom. 

“Dalgona!” You gasp in panic, breaking away from Jungwon to gather your kitty, checking to make sure he’s okay. Jungwon leans against the door frame watching you coddle Dalgona, giving the feline the kisses that were supposed to be his. He scoffs at the smug look Dalgona shoots him at having received all your attention.

You look up at the sound, smiling at the envy painted so clearly on Jungwon’s face. Leaving Dalgona to roam on his own, you cup Jungwon’s cheeks allowing him to lean into your palm. “What’s it take for a guy to get some affection from his girl around here,” Jungwon sighs theatrically in false annoyance.

A laugh escapes you, and you tug Jungwon forward by the fabric of his jacket until he’s flush against your body, his lips a millimeter distance. “You’ll figure it out, I find you can be rather purrsuasive when you need to be.

a/n: overwrote again,,, but this was inspired by @alouettesque 's promptlist ! hope u guys enjoyed it :)

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[eternaltae7]

Hani (Fox)

BTS 8th Member

Background:

~Full Name: Hani O’Riordan (한이 오리오던)

~Stage Name: Fox

~Birthday: June 22, 1998

~Nationality: Irish-Korean

~Birthplace: Ireland

~Moved to Korea: When she was a baby, so she has spent most of her life in Korea.

~Family:

•Younger Brother: Currently attending college in America.

•Father: A professor.

•Mother: An artist who teaches art, specializing in painting and pottery.

~Languages: Fluent in Korean and English, with a soft Irish lilt when she speaks English.

~Heritage: Celebrates both Irish and Korean cultures, combining traditional Irish melodies with K-pop rhythms.

~Role in BTS: vocalist, dancer, and song writer

Personality:

~Creative and Playful: Loves to incorporate her Irish heritage into her music and performances.

~Intelligent and Strategic: Known for her quick wit and being a strategic thinker in games or challenges.

~Calm Under Pressure: Provides a grounding energy during intense rehearsals or tight schedules.

~Loyal and Protective: Fiercely protective of her BTS family.

~Warm and Mysterious: While she may initially appear reserved, she is deeply caring and supportive.

Appearance:

~Height: 167 cm (5’6”)

~Hair: Auburn, often styled in soft waves, giving her a striking, unique look that complements her Irish-Korean heritage.

~Eyes: Hazel-green, reflecting her Irish heritage.

~Style: Unique mix of modern and traditional Korean and Irish elements in her outfits.

~Stage Presence: Known for her captivating, mysterious stage persona with a sharp, intense gaze.

Talents:

~Singing: Rich, soulful voice with a slight rasp.

~Rapping: Occasionally delivers precise, impactful rap lines.

~Dancing: Known for her fluid, graceful dance style with flexibility and power. Grew up learning ballet.

~Instruments: Plays the piano.

~Songwriting: Incorporates personal experiences and cultural influences in her lyrics.

~Artistry: Influenced by her mother, Hani has an eye for visual aesthetics, and she enjoys painting and pottery in her spare time.

Quick Facts:

~Nicknames: “Fire Fox,” “Han”

~Favorite BTS Song: “Spring Day.”

~Hobbies: Hiking, painting (even though she’s not good), reading, and occasionally helping her mom with pottery.

~Favorite Food: Jjajangmyeon and Irish stew.

~Signature Move: Her “fox smile,” a mischievous grin she uses to tease the members.

~Fan Interaction: Engages with international ARMYs in both English and Korean during livestreams.

Relationships with Other Members:

~Namjoon: Intellectual conversations about books and philosophy.

~Jin: Shares a love for food and cooking, often talking about opening a restaurant together.

~Yoongi: Spends long hours in the studio with Yoongi, discussing deep topics.

~Hoseok: Her calm balances his bright energy.

~Jimin: Playful banter and intense dance rehearsals.

~Taehyung: Artistic collaborations and shared creative interests.

~Jungkook: They have a playful, competitive dynamic, frequently challenging each other in games and athletic activities. Jungkook is protective of her but enjoys teasing her since she’s the youngest.

Stage Persona:

On stage, Fox is enchanting and mysterious, with fluid movements and captivating eyes that draw the audience in. She brings an emotional depth to her performances, often weaving in her cultural influences.

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#bts #bts8thmember #foxofbts #btsimagine #btsscenarios #kpop #RM #Namjoon #Suga #yoongi #jhope #hoseok #seokjin #jin #jungkook #v #taehyung #jimin #bangtan

[muzzzzle]

Buttons 🔞 Garreth Weasley x f!MC NSFW drabble

Teasing 😈 Jealousy 😤 Smut 🥵 The AI art was generated and edited by the wonderful @medaris , my personal Jesus visuals sponsor ❤️‍🔥 About time I paid more attention to my second favourite guy in HL, hope you like it!

I can feel you watching.

In all our classes today, I sat at the opposite end of the room, and always next to the other boys. You stared at me incomprehensively at first, when at breakfast, ignoring you completely, I slumped down next to Prewett, laughing deliberately loudly at his stupid jokes. In Transfiguration, I sat next to Thakkar, batting my eyelashes and playing dumb, and asked him to explain some insanely obvious little thing to me, then marvelling at his incredible intelligence for a long, long time. Oh, Weasley, you should know how bloody hard it was to force myself not to look in your direction for an entire lesson. But it was worth it when, as I was packing up, I caught your gaze, wild and uncomprehending. Of course, what else could I expect, when just yesterday we'd been sitting cuddled together by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, our fingers intertwined. You walked me to my bedroom and pulled me in for a kiss, and this morning it was as if you didn't exist for me. 

You catch me by the elbow as I try to slip out of the classroom and disappear among the other students in the Transfiguration Courtyard.

“What's wrong?” Concerned, impatient tone. 

“What's that?” I flap my eyelashes naively again, with the pleasure of pure sadism spilling through my veins. No, I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart. Just tease you. I'm leaning in closer. “Is something wrong?”

Oh, that look on your face! I wish I had a camera to take a moving photograph. Your eyebrows are furrowed, your eyes are running, even your freckles seem to have darkened. 

“What the hell, why have you been avoiding me all day?” Oh, Mr. Weasley, that's a tone I've never heard you use before. 

“Oh, come on, sunshine," I barely restrain myself from patting your pouty cheeks. “I'll see you at Potions?”

And before you know it, I'm rushing towards Sharp's dungeon. My plan hasn't been put into action yet, not completely. I know exactly who could make you jealous.

“Is it taken?” I ask in a casual tone and walk over to the brewing station.

Sallow's eyebrow flicks up and he gives me a surprised look.

“No... Did you and Weasley have a fight or something?” He eyes me suspiciously as I pull out my Potions handbook.

“What makes you think that?” 

Sebastian barely has time to open his mouth before you're literally flying into the classroom, searching me out with your eyes and heading resolutely towards my and Sallow's station. Oh, I've never seen you so furious – I could feel your burning gaze on my neck. Just bear with me a little longer, sweetheart, just don't make a scene now!

“Mr. Weasley!” Sharp's voice came to the rescue. “The class has already started, you may be paired with Mr. Gaunt today!”

Oh, Professor, great timing! You press your lips together irritably and get behind the free station with Ominis, keeping your eyes on Sallow and me. 

Sharp is saying something about the properties of shrivelfigs, and I'm whispering with Sebastian, keeping my eyes on you. You're half-listening to the professor, trying to read the explanation for my behaviour in my eyes. Just a little longer.

Making sure all your attention is on me, I tuck my long lock of hair behind my ear and, tilting my head back a little and sliding my fingers casually around my neck as if by accident, pull the red tie down a little. Your frowning eyebrows straighten and creep upwards. Oh, Weasley, I know what levers to pull to get your attention. Even half a class away, I could unmistakably detect your noisy exhalation. Making you forget about Potions? I should be proud of myself. But we're not done yet, darling.

As if I am incredibly hot, I fan myself with my notes and slowly undo the top buttons of my shirt one at a time, exposing my neck and collarbones. You stare point-blank, not even trying to pretend you're paying attention to anything Sharp says. I tilt my head to the side and squint my eyes at your heaving chest and light blush on your cheeks. Come on, honey, read my signals. Maybe I'd be ashamed of my behaviour, but you know, for that hungry look in your eyes, I'd play this game every day. 

Still keeping my eyes on you, I bring the quill to my open mouth and casually run the tip of it along my lips and the contour of my chin to my exposed neck. You must be furious with me. 

Now. 

Still playing with the quill, I tickle my parched lips with it. Sallow's nearby fiddling with chopping some ingredients and paying no attention to me. I touch his forearm and slowly slide my palm down his arm, seemingly casually holding my hand at his elbow to ask how many ounces of grinded asphodel root are we supposed to add. 

Oh, darling, it's so hard to stand even a few seconds without turning my eyes on you. You could probably boil a cauldron right now just by looking at it. No, I have to hold it, just for a few more minutes! Ah, screw it.

I pull away from Sebastian and stare at you defiantly across the classroom. 

“Bitch," you mouth with your lips only, and mine curl into a satisfied smile.

Your jaw is tense, your lips tightly pressed together. Your dark green eyes darken even more, especially when you look down at me like that. Merlin, I think I've trapped myself. There is still almost fifteen minutes to go before the class ends. 

Fourteen. Keep that feeling. Not to look. Not to look at you, no matter what. I can do it. I can do it, right?

Eleven. I don't even have to cover my eyes to imagine what you'd do to me for that. 

Nine. I hope Sharp won't read out homework for another ten minutes after the end of class.

Six. A clap, and the entire classroom fills with thick, purple smoke in an instant. It doesn't clog my lungs or make it hard to breathe, but I can't see anything further than the palm of my hand. 

“MR. WEASLEY!” Sharp's voice thundered.

You, emerging from the foggy smoke, grab my wrist and drag me resolutely out of the classroom to the general hum of incomprehension and the snarl of the Potions Master.

“MINUS HUNDRED POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!” That's the last thing we hear before we burst out of the smoke and turn to the nearest staircase leading to the Long Gallery.

You stride confidently and quickly ahead, literally dragging me by the arm like a guilty kitten by the scruff of the neck. Well, I can't argue with that, I'm definitely not the paragon of innocence today. Suddenly you stop at the entrance to the potions closet and push me inside, pressing my body against the door and lifting my arms above my head. Your hot, hitched breath blows the hair around my face, the pleasant heaviness of your body making my legs wobble. 

“Is that a wand in your trousers, Mr. Weasley, or are you just happy to see me?” I say playfully, rubbing my hips against your groin with pleasure, making you almost growl and push forward, pressing me even harder into the wooden door.

“Bitch," you say aloud, sliding your blurred gaze across my face, stopping just to the right of my cheekbone and then greedily digging into the sensitive skin of my neck, just below my ear, burning it with your breath and pulling the lobe away with your teeth. “What are you playing?”

I yank my wrists, trying to free them from the lock of your fingers, but you hold them tight. You lift your knee and, forcing my legs wider apart, press it lightly in between. Too pleasant.

“Aren't you afraid Sharp will catch us here?” I asked instead, breathing hard and sliding my crotch up your leg now.

“I don't care," you gripped my chin tightly with your free hand, pressing and lifting it, and finally catching my lips with yours.

Oh, Merlin, I think I'm going to suffocate from the sensations overwhelming me. You've never kissed me so greedily and sweetly. So fiercely intertwining our tongues, so desperately sucking and biting my lips. How I want to burrow into your hair now, how...

As if reading my thoughts, you let go of my locked hands, which at the same second wrap around your neck, and in one swift movement you rip the buttons of my shirt, exposing my breasts in lacy lingerie. Such unreliable guards of my chastity scatter all over the closet floor, like large beads from a broken necklace. You bite my sore lips once more and then move down to my breasts, covering them with kisses and hickeys, making me shiver and squirm on your leg again in impatience.

“Trying to tease me?” You exhale hotly again as I try to unbutton your waistcoat with my fingers shaking slightly in anticipation. 

I didn't answer, just smiled contentedly, breathing hard, and tried to pull you in for another kiss, but you shook your head and, suddenly removing your knee, grabbed me under my hips and lifted, holding me tightly against the door. I, immediately realising what you're about to do, wrap my legs around your waist and press my back into the door for more stability. 

Holding me down with one hand, you undo the belt on your trousers with the other and release your aching boner. I wonder if you were having it in class. Probably, since you had to sabotage it like that.

You're so impatient, Garreth. If I were you, I'd be sure to tease myself back, punishing that kind of behaviour. But I'm not going to pretend I'm not panting with the urge to feel you inside me right now. My underwear has been wet for a while now, and you feel it as you run the tip of your cock along the slippery fabric, whimpering in anticipation before you pull the wet strip aside and push inside me with your other hand back around my hips. 

I exhale noisily, breaking into a moan, and you immediately cover my mouth with a kiss, starting to move inside, squeezing my ass tighter and impaling me on yourself. The wet sounds of your cock moving inside me seem to excite you even more, the pulsing of my blood throbbing with the drumbeat in my temples, the tips of my fingers digging into your neck, each thrust echoing with a frenzy of excitement down below. Even without any foreplay. Although... I guess all first half of the day can be considered a kind of foreplay.

The thrusts get faster then slower, only for you to start hammering me into the door with renewed vigour, filling me completely, pressing harder. I can't see your face – my chin is already on your shoulder, my fingers gripping the loose red curls, your neck too conveniently right next to my greedy mouth – and I bite into it, not about to deny myself the pleasure. You growl, and speed up even more – you must be getting close.

Shit, wait, please don't cum, I'm almost there too, I just need to concentrate just a little bit more, just a bit more!

“Garreth, wait, I…”

“I know, I'm trying," you tensed and slowed down again, clenching your teeth and panting loudly in my ear.

I close my eyes and try to concentrate on the sensations, the throbbing, and your greedy, wild stare directed at me in the potions class. I try to imagine what we must look like right now, in a cramped closet that anyone could barge into at any moment, pressed into each other, flushed and with hair sticking to our foreheads, moaning in each other's ears and biting our swollen lips. 

A thrust. So hard I nearly hit the back of my head, throwing it back.

“You're mine, understood?” You growl in my ear.

“Y-yours-" I breathe out, feeling the muscles around your cock begin to contract as I start to shake in your arms.”

Pausing for a second to feel my orgasm, as if you'd received the signal, you immediately speed up and with a loud moan, cum right inside me. We've never done that before. I snap back to reality from my wave of pleasure to feel your back shaking under my fingers, your neck soaking under your collar, and you holding me so gently, pulling closer. We stand like this for long seconds, until you lower me to the floor and cover my bitten lips with yours – this time gently and sensually.

“I'm s-sorry," you brush the sticky hair off my forehead. “I didn't mean to... into you, but I couldn't help myself. I have a potion, please don't worry!”

I shifted from foot to foot, still trying to keep my knees from shaking and my heart from pounding. You look at me with such concern – how could I not have fallen in love with you?

“I liked it," I stroked your freckled cheek and kissed your nose. “Let's get out of here before Sharp takes our scalps off in addition to that hundred points.”

“Totally worth it," you smirk, and with a wave of your wand, you return the buttons from my shirt to their proper places. 

After tidying up, smoothing our hair, and fixing our ties, we hold hands and look round, and then we are off, away from the scene of the crime. There's no sign of a chase.

“So what was that all about?” you ask when we're outside, looking into my eyes with interest.

Oh, Weasley. I've forgotten there’s been a reason for that little provocation.

“You looked at Nellie for too long yesterday," I shrugged. “I thought I should have taught you a lesson.”

You stood stock-still and raised an eyebrow, your still swollen lips curling into a smile.

“If this is how you punish me, I guess I'll have to look at her more often!” You start in a teasing tone but stop yourself when I pour a bucket of ice water over you with my wand. “Okay, I get it, I get it. “

“That's the spirit, Mr. Weasley.” 

[ryukiravenwing]

Finished one of the Prof. Sharp drawings (both with and without his scar). Who doesn't love a man with a bit of scruff.

Ink and Color Pencil.

[ladyelizabethraven]

BOP!

Because all that he needs to brighten up is a kiss on the cheek.

(Featuring my OC, Catherine Nott)

[marsithecinderace96]

I present you my OCs that I finaly made an official art of. A Garde family. This is family of one of my older OCs I have - Gillian the Gallade https://www.furaffinity.net/view/46637076/

Story behind them is that they are a very loving and happy family. Jarred and Janet (Shiny Gallade and Gardevoir) are parents of Gillian and his older Brother - Sheldon the Kirlia. They are professional sport stars (Janet is a proffesional Squas/Tennis Player and Jarred is a famous Fitness Instructor) that most of their lives spent at work but when got home they try to be the best and most supportive parents to their kids as possible. At some point in their life, Janet and Jarred adopted a Meloetta Girl who they named Mika.

Sheldon is the older brother of Gillian. Despite being a Kirlia he's a 10 years older than his Gallade brother. Sheldon is a bookworm and a nerd. Lot's of folks would even say that he's a smartass with a tounge sharp as a razorblade (when someone tries to insult him or joke from his look, he have some most smart and brutal comebacks). He's Gay by choice, otherwise he would be Aroace. Despite being a grown man adult he never learned how to use bathroom, so he is forced to rely on diapers (not that he minds tho, he actually likes wearing them). He have a Kirlia boyfriend who shares his interests and wants to become a doctor - Lillian the Kirlia.

Mika is an Adopted Daughter of Janet and Jarred. Between Sheldon and Gillian - she's in the middle if goes for her age (Gillian is 24, Mika is 29 and Sheldon is 34). She's a bit of a Hikikomori - she likes to stay in her room most of the time, doesn't like to go outside of the mansion, she's very shy and have social anxiety. Despite her fears, she finds her passion in streaming games to her followers and fans in the whole world putting on a Mask and Taking up a persona of MelloGamer.

Name: Sheldon Age: 34 Spiecies: Kirlia Gender: Male Sexuality: Homosexual/Gay Occupation: Professor on the University Interests: Reading, Studying, Wrighting Books, His Boyfriend Traits: smug, sly, resourceful, smart Kinks: bondage, Inflation, Pregnancy, vore (pred) Relationship status: taken (Lillian) Family: Jarred the Shiny Gallade (father), Janet the Gardevoir (mother), Mika the Meloetta (Adopted Younger Sister), Gillian the Gallade (Younger Brother)

Name: Janet Age: 52 Spiecies: Gardevoir Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual/Staright Occupation: Professional Squash/Tennis Player Interests: Sports, Family life, Action movies, Crime Books Traits: supportive, lovely, cheerful, have a sweet tooth Kinks: Inflation, Pregnancy, vore (pred) Relationship status: married (Jarred) Family: Jarred the Shiny Gallade (husband), Sheldon the Kirlia (Oldest Son), Mika the Meloetta (Adopted Daughter), Gillian the Gallade (Youngest Son)

Name: Jarred Age: 54 Spiecies: Shiny Gallade Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual/Straight Occupation: Fitness Instructor Interests: sports, love stories, his wife, supporting his childeren Traits: resourceful, supportive, kind, helpful Kinks: Inflation, Pregnancy, vore (pred) Relationship status: married (Janet) Family: Janet the Gardevoir (wife), Sheldon the Kirlia (Oldest Son), Mika the Meloetta (Adopted Daughter), Gillian the Gallade (Youngest Son)

Name: Mika Age: 29 Spiecies: Meloetta Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Streamer, Gamer Interests: Games, Chatting, Snacks, Dancing, Singing Traits: (when being herself) shy, withdrawn, sensitive (when being a MelloGamer) cheerful, talkative, full of energy, hyperactive Kinks: bondage, Inflation, Pregnancy, vore (pred) Relationship status: single Family: Jarred the Shiny Gallade (adopted father), Janet the Gardevoir (adopted mother), Sheldon the Kirlia (Adopted Older Brother), Gillian the Gallade (Adopted Younger Brother)

[brynn-lear]

🍵 𝒲𝐻𝒪𝒟ℛ𝒜𝒩𝒦𝐼𝒯? ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚: A Yandere!H:SR x Reader Otome Game

✧ romanceable characters (© hoyoverse): Professor Veritas Ratio, "Your friend" Kakavasha, and "Gallagher" [for now]

✧ content warning: yandere themes, mentions of racial/species discrimination (your character is SEA/Filipino-coded), (y/n) uses they/them, the story takes place in a modern hybrid alternate universe where each planet (Belobog, Penacony, etc) is considered a country.

PLAY THE DEMO HERE (available for download on PC & Mac AND online play for any devices, though download is preferable to avoid pixellated graphics & misaligned textboxes)

You (name changeable) are a hardworking and full-pledged human cafe owner in Penacony City. Your Dreamjolt Cafe has been a go-to for residents and tourists alike. But your loved ones' lives took a sharp turn for the worst when you decided to take a much-needed vacation back to your homeland, Perlas. While your family eagerly awaited your arrival, you disappeared en route. Where did you go? How did this happen? Who did this? Was it...

☕ the prickly yet fascinating Prof. Veritas Ratio, your self-proclaimed avian-hybrid regular,

☕Kakavasha, your longest fellow human friend who always seems to have a secret or two;

☕ or Gallagher, your hound-hybrid roommate whose past is as peculiar as his loyalty?

☕ or are there two more you're forgetting?

... so...

𝒲𝐻𝒪 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓉?

Please support this game by reblogging the post & sending asks/comments! I put a lot of time and effort writing, drawing, and learning to code for this. Thank you so much, my beloved yandere!H:SR community and of course, @dreamjolt-hostelry, for being supportive friends!!! - @beloved-brynn

✧ Characters, Background Art and UI Credits

Hoyoverse assets sourced from the-astral-express-archive. I just tweaked em a bit!

Canva freestock images... Haha...

✧ Intro video, sprites & CG art Credits

Me!!! Hi <3 I hope you enjoyed them! I can't believe yall made me learn adobe after effects a bit for this-

✧ Music Credits

The main menu theme (the first song upon booting the game) is made by @naraven!

The rest of the royalty free music soundtrack (such as the music used for the video above) is sourced from Vodovoz Music Productions!!! Please show the creator some love!!! I was actually vibing so hard while listening to them lmao

✧ (Fan)Story

lol hi again!!! man. i feel like Argenti.

If you wish to support my work and want to see more of this in the future, please buy me a coffee! So I can at least prove to my parents that my work is at least worth one dollar ;;;;

[mangledscrimp]

hear me out… PL Bendy and the ink machine Fan-game AU thing, it takes place between diabolical box and unwound future ( • ʖ • ). I give you

Professor Layton and the Inky Mystery!

(I heard an audio on tiktok with “The Devil Swing” and all my memories of the game just came back hjshsh) oc by @fatfart200 :3

General Summary;

Hershel receives a letter of distress by one of the journalists researching the animation studio of Luke and Flora’s favorite discontinued cartoon show saying that her friend that worked in the studio has been missing for months and fears that things have gone south in the mysterious building.

Layton,Luke, and flora would go to investigate but instead of Flora being a damsel in distress Layton gets kidnapped by the ink demon while Luke and Flora are distracted leaving the two of them to figure out the mystery and find Layton!

Layton standee in the bendy style would be pretty funny for Luke and Flora to see thinking it’s the professor that just mysteriously disappeared

Prologue; Layton is looking through his morning mail and finds a letter with a black and gold seal on it, he rings up clark and asks if luke can come over for a minute to discuss what he’s found, (mini timeskip) Layton, Luke, and Flora are sitting down together in Layton’s office at gressenheller reading the letter on his couch

“Dear Hershel Layton,

My name is Jolyene Simmons (fatfart200’s oc :3) , I am a journalist in the world times researching something a friend wrote to me a while ago that I think you’d like to look into. An urgent matter at the animation studio she works for, Joey Drew Studios-“ Layton gets cut off (I like to think Layton is the one reading the letters and doing made up voices for Luke and Flora)

Luke and Flora’s faces light up from the name of the studio, it was the same studio who made their favorite cartoon shows! Layton with a surprised look on his face, wondering how they know of something so old (since the cartoons started in 1929 )

Layton: “ Well since you two are so eager about this, how about we watch one of the cartoons? Though i’ve seen to forgotten where i’ve put them…” queue puzzle 1 (I like to think that hershel had a collection of shows he liked to watch in a busted up cardboard box)

after that, Layton puts in the tape for Luke and Flora to watch while he reads the rest of the letter, occasionally looking at Luke and Flora wondering how they could enjoy watching such violent cartoons.

“. I am not currently at the studio myself, however my dear friend still resides inside and hasn’t contacted me in over 3 months. Can you please help me find her? The location of the studio is in Broadway Brooklyn, New York city. I fear that things have turned for the worst in there. -Regards Jolyene Simmons”

Layton; “Oh my, this sounds quite urgent. We must get going! Flora would you like to come with us?”

Flora looking up at Layton with childlike wonder in her eyes and a huge smile on her face ; “Yes! Yes I would love to be on one of your adventures!”

Layton smiles at her reaction

Layton; “We will need to travel by ship, the location is quite far. We will get going tomorrow, 7am sharp! I’ll have to inform Dea-“ Layton’s voice gets tuned out as he starts rambling

Luke helps Flora pack her bag for the long trip ahead of them (end of prologue)

i’ll write the rest laterrr, have a concept art poster

[boozy-dwarf]

There are so many people on our planet! Some people have their own special ways of showing love. For example, there are nations that do not practice kissing.

Well, I want to talk to you about my headcanon. I believe that the orcs, uruks and other peoples of Mordor do not practice kissing and oral sex. (to make my speech easier - I will call all the minions of the Dark Lord - orcs, okay?) 1) Many claim that they have poor hygiene. It can be harmful to health and it won't be a pleasant experience. Sometimes it's hard for me to see pictures or read fanfiction with intimate scenes, knowing that the participants in these scenes have not washed for a long time. 2) They have sharp teeth and claws. It can be harmful to health and it won't be a pleasant experience! I'm afraid of scenes in fanfiction and pictures when sharp claws penetrate into .. "soft spot". After such preparation for sex, they will need the help of a doctor. I hope I do not need to explain in detail what damage to the intestine can lead to. ( ' ౦ ‸ ౦) 3) No one wants to contact the orcs for many years. (If a person from Europe, for example, sails to the island and meets with its inhabitants, he will be very surprised by their unusual culture. I advise you to listen to the lectures of anthropologists.) I think orcs have their own distinct culture and customs that have evolved over the years in isolation. I believe that they should have other ways of showing affection and giving pleasure to a partner. Perhaps orcs who live near humans and interact with them in some way may kiss their partner because they seen humans do it. As you know, orcs like to adopt something from other cultures. In order for art to evoke the necessary emotions, you can show actions that are understandable to the viewer. But when showing the interactions of characters from another culture, you need to understand that they are very different from us. What pleases you - the orc will disgust. An orc and a human are different from each other, but they are both inhabitants of the land of Eru Illuvatar. Considering that sometimes humans and orcs can communicate peacefully with each other, then these cultures must have something in common. I think an orc would be pleased to hug someone he loves or something like that. Hugs are universal, even animals love hugs.¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Professor T. did not give us a description of the peaceful life of the orcs, and he did the right thing. If you understand your enemy, you will not fear or hate him. But this understatement has led to the fact that now fans who have fallen in love with orcs attribute to them strange behavior that is standard for modern man. I don't mind pictures and fanfiction where orcs act like humans, but I think the art will get more beautiful if we show their culture differently more often!

What do you think about it? What ways of showing love do you expect to see among Orcs?

[haunted-xander]

just HAD to draw the hot new professor lady

might draw professor Turo & Nemona later