#THANKS TO THE ART DISCORD FOR HELPIN ME WITH THIS

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Velvet for @petite-pumpkin!! AGAIN

i draw her a lot orz

[somevirtualnolife]

Mistletoe Mishaps

Rating: G Series: Tokimeki Memorial: Girls Side 2nd Kiss Pairing: Daisy (OC) x Masaki Motoharu Summary: 

Masaki helps out his kohai when a frustrating customer demands their whole supply of mistletoes. (2024 Secret Santa gift for the TMGS Discord group)

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Author’s Note: 

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to everyone! Secret Santa is still going on in the TMGS discord group and this year my person requested an OC/Masaki art or fic. Since I'm not a great artist, I of course, went with a fic.

Masaki-sempai was one of the first boys (perhaps the second) I completed a playthrough for, so I was SO excited to get a chance to write about him! He holds such a special place in my heart. The person's OC was also super fun to write as well! It's a good way to practice for me as well.

Happy reading~!

“Thank you for shopping with us!” Masaki grinned and waved at the customer who left with a large bouquet of red roses. Someone was going to have a great weekend, that was for sure.

Christmas was right around the corner, so Anneri was a bit busier than usual. They were a mix of pre-orders for Christmas Day itself and for those who wanted to miss the holiday madness and have their couple’s celebrations a bit earlier.

The young man gave a bit of a stretch as he looked at the clock on the wall. About one more hour before his shift ended. Normally he wasn’t this tired, but this time of the year really was one of their busiest. Thankfully, they always managed to push through.

“Come on! Can’t you just make the exception? Why you gotta be such a pain about this?”

Masaki looked over his shoulder as soon as he started to hear the complaining. It seemed to be coming from a guy, roughly his age with a gaudy leather jacket and slicked-back, fake-red hair. Not typically the type you’d see in a flower shop, but who was he to judge? That being said, customers here weren’t normally aggressive, considering the type of stuff they sold. Any that were difficult usually turned an about-face when Arisawa was around. That woman could just glare and people would stop dead in their tracks.

“S-s-sorry, but it really is just a maximum of two per customer…”  A teen girl whimpered, lifting a clipboard just above her nose, only showing her blue eyes, which were starting to swell with tears.  

Unlike Arisawa, Ali wasn’t exactly one to take on rude customers head-to-head. The second-year Hanegasaki student was much softer spoken and would rather not make any waves, even if she was in the right. It meant that anyone who could bulldoze, would bulldoze her.

“This is so bogus! Why can’t you just do what I say? Customer’s always right, ain’t they!?”

Masaki’s fist clenched he took a deep breath. Keep calm Motoharu. Be diplomatic about this. You don’t want to get the shop in trouble either. But he certainly wasn’t going to leave Ali hanging either.    

“She’s right. Only two per customer,” he finally said, strolling up towards the two. He had a welcoming smile on his face, but the tone of his voice had a slight edge to it. “Maybe there’s something else we can help you with?”

“Masaki-sempai!” she let out a long exhale, a relieved smile appearing on her face. He gave her a quick wink and tilted his head slightly to motion for her to get behind him. She quickly did, clutching onto the loose sleeve of his white hoodie and peering over. He felt a slight tingle on the back of his neck when she did that but focused on the current issue in front of him.

“Come on, man, I’m sure you have tons! You’d be helpin’ a guy out!”

Masaki let out a bit of a sigh. Being clear on the rules wasn’t going to persuade him to do differently, so maybe he just needed someone to lend an ear.

“Why would you need so many anyway?”

“It’s for a goukon party!” the customer continued to plead. “I get these above every doorframe, my car, maybe above some of the classrooms at uni… there’s no way I’m not getting lucky!”

Ah.

So, he’s that type of guy. Mistletoes weren’t just cute little decorations that couples would playfully use as an excuse to show their affection to him. No, they were his way to not be alone this holiday.

“Well, if you put those in any classroom, you’re definitely going to get kicked out for harassment.” Masaki continued calmly.

“Dude, it’s Christmas! Cut me some slack here!” the customer’s voice started to crack like he was a toddler instead of an 18-year-old. 

“How about we give you three?” Masaki lifted his hand. “One for your party, one for your room, one for… uhhh…”

“O-on your keychain,” Ali peeped. “T-t-hat way you can use it a-a-anytime, a-a-anyplace.”

An eyebrow lifted, impressed with the quick thinking. “Yeah! Why waste your time putting a bunch of mistletoes everywhere, when you could just reuse one when that special moment arises?”

This finally gave the red-haired customer pause, as he was doing the mental calculations in his head.

“That does save me a wad of cash. Fine! I’ll take three.”

The two flower shop workers let out a sigh of relief as they rang the guy through the cash register and gave him his three mistletoes. Sure, they were still breaking the ‘max two per customer’ rule, but it was better than selling the guy their entire stock. They were a hot item considering they imported them all the way from Europe. By the time all was said and done it was time to close up for the evening.

“Do you need a ride home tonight?” Masaki asked.

“Ah, no, it’s okay,” Ali said as she zipped up her coat. “My mom is going to come pick me up this time since it’s cold.”

“I’ll wait for her to come then. I’d hate to leave you outside in the snowy and dark all by yourself.”

The two then did another check around the store, making sure that everything was in its place.

“… Thanks, by the way,” Ali continued. “It’s really hard d-dealing with people sometimes.”

“To be fair, that guy was the exception. You did fine,” Masaki grinned. Sure, Ali was incredibly shy, but she was always trying her best. She worked so hard to try and be more sociable. It was endearing. “You were the one who suggested the keychain thing. Though now I’m worried about what kind of menace we just enabled.”

He then scratched the back of his head, letting out a bit of a sigh. “God, barely anyone does mistletoe kissing in Japan unless you’re at like, partying with some exchange students. He just wants to find an excuse. I bet if he just turns it down a notch, he’d probably be fine. This kind of stuff is supposed to be fun and sporadic. Not forced.”

Once the lights were turned off and everything was well locked up, Masaki held the door open for them to both leave.

“You sound like you speak from experience,” she then clasped her hands over her mouth, perhaps realizing how that sounded and starting to sweat. “I d-d-didn’t mean it like you were a playboy or something. Just like -uh..!”  

Masaki couldn’t help but laugh as he finally locked the store door behind them. He’d be lying if he denied it. “As long as you don’t think me a bad guy,”

Ali shook her head furiously, before staring up at him with her big blue eyes. “I could never think that of you. You’re the best.”

The back of his neck started to tingle just like earlier when she was holding onto him. But this time, he had nothing to distract him. All attention was on her.

He’d been feeling that sensation more and more with Ali. Not just when she would compliment him or grab onto him. But when she tried to smile or make eye contact with him. When she’d share what was going on at Hanegasaki. And while it always started on the back of his neck, it always expanded further, creating a certain tightness in his chest.

Masaki knew what this was of course, as much as he tried to ignore it. He wanted to be her reliable sempai who was always there for her no matter what.

And yet, seeing her now in the now dim light, part of him wanted to throw that away. His olive eyes gazed at the short brunette gently, which she took notice of.

“…Masaki-sempai?”

Damn, it. He was doing it again without thinking. His olive eyes lingered on her for a little bit longer before looking up above him.

“No mistletoe.”

“H-huh?”

“Above the door.” He pointed. “We sell it, but we haven’t put any up. Guess no kiss tonight, huh?”

Ali’s glasses then began to fog up as she started to babble incoherently, her arms waving around.

“Wh-wh-WHAT?” was the only clear word that she managed to finally spit out.

“I’m joking, don’t worry,” he replied, a large grin widening on his face. “Arisawa would tear me a new one if I put something up that encouraged couples to block our doorway.�� 

“Ughh… you almost gave me a heart attack,” she grasped at her chest, clearly trying to regain what little composure she had.

One of Masaki’s large hands ruffled her hair. “Sorry, you’re just so fun to tease. I just wanted to see how you’d react.”

A car then parked in one of the spots near his car. He lifted his hand off Ali’s head and waved politely.

“Looks like your ride’s here. Have a safe drive home and I’ll see you next week, right?”

“You have a safe drive home too, Masaki-sempai. And no more funny stuff!” she scolded before quickly bowing and running off to the car.

Masaki waved as they drove off before hopping into his car and starting it. He leaned back in his seat waiting for it to warm up a bit before hitting the road. 

He closed his eyes, thinking about what he had just done.

“A joke, huh?” He said aloud to himself.

No. He knew it wasn’t a joke.

If a mistletoe had been there, he knew it would have been different. His hand would not have been ruffling her head, but instead, caressing her cheek, tilting her chin up, so he could continue to look into her eyes. He would lean in closely and then… 

“I would have kissed you, Ali.” 

[briantwelve]

I said I wouldn’t be posting here anymore but fuck it. I thought it’d be unceremonious to just have the last bunch of my posts here be the same text thing...so here are the most recent sketchies I’ve done.

1. Elora kissing Spyro (as a gijinka), based on the ending of Ripto’s Rage. I thought it was pretty cute.

2. Banchou!Woolie with Pangoro, because I think they make a badass duo.

3. And Santa Murasaki with Mini-me in a Bebetan onesie helpin her deliver presents~ Based on her recent New Link illustration

This may very well be the last ‘art’ post I’ll make on this blog, so I hope you folks enjoy it.

And as one more reminder, you can follow me on these other sites..

Deviantart / Twitter / Instagram / Facebook / Pixiv / Newgrounds

if you wanna just hit me up personally, my discord ID is Brian12#5955

Once again, I’m thankful for all the fans and friends I’ve made here. You guys really made this site one of my faves to share my work on and it sucks to see it changing for the worse. I can only hope all you folks can catch up with me on those other places.

[wannabeagrunklefan]

Fic: Fire and Freedom

Pairing: Stancest Rating: PG-13 for language and some implied sexy times, I guess ^^; Author’s Notes: Circus AU! This was written for the Stancest Discord server’s  scavenger hunt. I just wanted to say a quick shout out to my very talented teammates for making this event so fun and for being so kind! You’re all brilliant and I was so inspired by your lovely writing and art! :D And a hearty thank you to my beta team @yehvaru and @reinstotheworld, who made this legible! I know you’re both really busy, so it really touched me that you made time to look over my story and give me some feedback and encouragement. You two are the absolute best and I adore you both to the moon and back! :D <3

The link to this fic on AO3 can be found here.

                “Little shit!”

                Carla sighed heavily, eyes rolled up to the ceiling as if seeking divine patience. “Stanley, don’t start-”

                “‘He’s cheating! He’s behind a curtain! ANYONE could have got him out! You think that’s a good trick?’” Her companion continued on with his tirade in a squeaky, off-key parody of what she assumed was meant to be a child, if the child in question sounded like a leaky bike tire.

                 A leaky bike tire with a serious chain smoking problem.

                “Seriously, kid?” He continued arguing with his imaginary, tiny antagonist, weaving haphazardly through the throng of performers backstage preparing for their acts to start. Carla heaved a frustrated breath as she attempted to keep up, neatly dodging some acrobats and coming dangerously close to Ms. Petunia’s prized, trained poodle, Rex, earning her a vicious glare from the older woman. “Anyone could have gotten me outta handcuffs and a locked tank of water in the middle of a giant, empty stage?? The entire point is that I escape on my own!”

                “To be fair, the tank’s not really sealed as tightly as it looks, though,” Carla couldn’t help but point out, trying to take the wind out of his sails before he made it clear across the Atlantic Ocean fueled on spite alone.

                It seemed to work slightly, as far as distractions went, as Stanley’s steps did slow somewhat. “I know that, and you know that, but that’s not the point,” he growled, punctuating the end of his sentence with a few vicious stabs in the air with a pointer finger. “My job is to create an illusion that inspires ‘wonder’ and ‘the inner child’, and that real child is being a real asshole!”

                “Yeah, I see what you mean,” Carla replied dryly. “What child wouldn’t experience a sense of wonder watching a happy-go-lucky guy like you answer their innocent question with a ‘Bite me, kid!’?”

                Her companion narrowed his eyes in a mockingly fierce glare and put indignant hands on his hips as his body relaxed into a more playful posture. Bull-headed as Stan was, at least he could concede the point when he was being ridiculous. In his own, silent way, of course. “Yanno what? You can bite me too, Carla.”

                “Been there, done that, sugar,” she replied, patting him lightly on the shoulder as he grinned. She wrinkled her nose for effect as she added, “never again.”

                He burst into laughter, resting a hand over his heart. “You break my heart, McCorkle! Just like you did that night when you left me fer some clown!”

                She immediately shoved him in frustration, forcing more laughter out of him. “NO! It wasn’t funny the first fifty-thousand times you made that joke, and it isn’t funny now! Ugh, I can’t deal with you when you’re like this. Where’s your brother? Why isn’t he suffering you like the rest of us? FORD!” She yelled at a nearby camper, their original destination (Stanley’s destination was always Stanford), and relished the violent tremor that ran through it as she had no doubt startled Ford out of a deep focus.

                One chair scrape and several heavy, booted steps later, and the door to the RV swung open, revealing Ford’s perplexed face and emitting a faint scent of chemicals. He quirked a brow in Carla’s direction. “You bellowed?”

                She frowned at his word choice and crossed her arms defiantly, pointedly ignoring the sniggering coming from the manchild behind her. “You’re a fire tamer, right?”

                His brows scrunched together in a mild frown as he thought the question over. “I suppose you could call it that. But I prefer to say I work with fire-”

                “Deal with this,” she interrupted, grabbing a handful of Stan’s sleeve and dragging him over to his brother. “There was a rowdy kid and now he’s all riled up, and if you don’t take him now I’ll throw a knife at him and I can’t guarantee I’ll miss.”

                Stanford rolled his eyes as he stepped back to allow Stanley entry. “I’ll deal with it, but I can’t promise it’ll stay dealt with,” he countered, leaping back as Stanley laid a comically exaggerated and loud kiss to his cheek. “AGH! Stanley, what the hell?” he yelped, rubbing a hand up and down his cheek, face flushed and lips twisted into a grimace when his hand passed over saliva.

                “Thanks, bro,” Stanley said as he made his way cheerfully into their shared space. “I feel so loved!”

                Ford turned back to Carla, his expression deadpan. “Run, while you still can.”

                She laughed and punched him playfully on the shoulder. “Thanks. I owe you one.”

                “Oh, and Carla?” Stanley popped up over Ford’s shoulder, and that’s when Carla realized she had to leave now.

                “Gotta go, Stan! Talk to you later, ok?” she called over her shoulder as she swiftly turned around and began making her escape.

                “Oh! Ok. Could you just thank Thistle for me when you see ‘im?”

                …Damn him and damn her curiosity straight to hell. She turned around with what she hoped was an effective warning look. “Thank him for what?”

               Stan quickly held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Whoa! Hey! No need fer that! I just genuinely wanted to thank him for helpin’ me put away all my props ‘n stuff yesterday.”

               Carla could feel her shoulders returning to their more relaxed positions. That was actually… “…Thanks, Stan. I’ll tell him you said that.”

               He smiled. “No problem, Carla. I just wanted to make sure he knew I appreciated his kind jester.”

               There’s no way of knowing for sure, but it was generally accepted by everyone at the circus that day that the ensuing, aggrieved shriek could be heard the next city over.

               “We’re going to need hearing aids soon if you keep winding her up like that.”

               Stanley grinned mischievously from his place against the wall as he watched his twin fiddle around with his latest fuel-concoction. “That was a good one, wasn’t it? Even better than I hoped for!”

               Ford shook his head in exasperation as he continued with his work. “I honestly don’t know what you hope to achieve by bothering that poor girl. Didn’t she suffer enough as your girlfriend?”

              Stan barked out a laugh and pushed off the wall, coming over to Ford to wrap a hand around one shoulder as he leaned over the other to observe his twin’s progress. “Yanno, I’d clock you a good one fer that remark if it wasn’t dripping with jealousy.” He glanced to the side to look for Ford’s reaction and – there! A quick spasm of fingers around the beaker he was holding, a slight quiver of a pipette in a suddenly unsteady hand and a jaunty bounce of an Adam’s apple were all Stan’s to cherish; small pieces of evidence of his twin’s affection that he could collect like an emotional magpie, decorating his life with pieces of love and hoarding the warmth they brought him.

              “Who’s jealous?” Ford asked, in the most chalant-nonchalant sort of way. Stanley hoped he wasn’t sincerely trying to sound unaffected, because that would mean his brother was the worst liar in history and bullshit was basically their trade, so…not a good combination. “I just meant that perhaps you should…ease up a little. No person should be screaming that much, that regularly.”

               “No?” Stan asked casually, plucking the beaker and pipette out of Ford’s hands and setting them down safely out of harm’s way, as Ford avidly stared at the side of his head. “You couldn’t see any advantages to screaming loudly on a regular basis?” He continued his line of questioning, pulling out the chair Ford is sitting in and sitting down in the newly created space of his twin’s lap. He looped his arms around Ford’s neck, grinning in triumph as he felt strong hands grip his hips, some stray fingers slipping under his shirt and coming to a stop to lightly caress the skin underneath. He licked his lips as he gazed into brilliant, warm brown eyes, so much more vibrant and arresting than his own. “No fringe benefits, at all?”

               He watched Ford’s eyes shift from side to side - searching for something, it looked like. The inner workings of Ford’s mind often eluded him. Whatever it was, he must’ve found it, because the firm, stiff line of his mouth softened and melted into a charmingly lazy grin and the feather-light caresses began to move downward with intent. “Well, Carla was certainly right about one thing. You are riled up, aren’t you?”

               Stan grinned devilishly, bringing one hand up to run through Ford’s curly locks, pausing every so often to deliver light, teasing scratches to his scalp. “You bet. She seemed to think that you should deal with me.” Here he grabbed a mass of hair, pulling Ford’s head back. Ford went willingly, offering his throat in its entirety to his brother. “What do you think about that?”

               “I’m not sure,” Ford admitted, looking up at the ceiling. “I’ve never really done well trying to force fire to bend to my will, as I’m sure you remember.” Stan responded with a non-committal hum and a light caress to a pale, pink patch of skin on his brother’s throat. “As I mentioned earlier, my best work seems to come when I treat the fire with respect. Like a partner.” He flicked his eyes down in an attempt to meet Stan’s despite the awkward angle.

               Stan considered him briefly, laid out and submissive beneath him, before throwing aside the façade and finally giving into temptation, bending forward to kiss, lick and suck at every inch of skin he could reach. His twin came alive immediately, hands coming up and grasping at Stan’s shoulders for purchase as he gasped and moaned his pleasure, completely losing himself in the moment.

               It was times like these, here in this narrow world where he and Ford were the only things in existence, that Stanley felt like everything slotted into place. Where he could slowly, carefully free his brother from all the invisible trappings of the world outside and celebrate his freedom, celebrate Ford. It was always his most thrilling escape, and when he succeeded it brought him more pride and joy than hundreds of locked tank performances could ever touch.

               Every soft gasp was like the rattle of a loosening chain, every moan the click of a lock springing open under his hands. Every desperate plea was like the awed gasps of an enthralled crowd and every call of his name the thunderous applause of a phantom audience. With Ford he reached new heights and it was with Ford that he achieved some of his greatest accomplishments.

               When they were together, he received some of Ford’s magic too. Every light caress trailed fire along his nerve-endings, and every kiss seared into him like a brand. Ford’s intense gaze lit a fire in his gut and his fierce embrace was scalding enough to melt away the outside fears and anxieties that plagued him while leaving his heart and soul feeling blissfully warm.

              Together they were two fires that burned brightly, twining and melting into one another to become an intimidating force of nature. Together, they broke locks and rent chains asunder, lifting each other to previously unattainable heights where they could soar in their freedom.

              Together, the future was bright.

              Together, they made the impossible possible.

[trashpanda-czar]

Eyy! I’d Like to thank ya’ll for helpin’ me reach 1,100+ Followers! I know my followers milestone is way overdue, but I’m honestly very ecstatic that I’ve even gotten this far. Ya’ll have no idea how happy it makes me to see that so many people have actually taken a liking to my blog and my art! Now, I’ve been wanting to do an art piece for this occasion, but unfortunately I haven’t exactly had time to make somethin’ nice and fancy. BUT, What I have done, is I’ve created a Discord server called Frizz’s Domain, a nice lil’ place for ya’ll to chat and hang out! ^-^ (It’s still under development, but eh.)  https://discord.gg/YYSAvPW <-- Click that lil’ link to join the server, of course you don’t have to if ye don’t want to. Make sure ta’ please read the rules of the server before interacting with any of the channels. Besides that, all of you have a wonderful day/night and thank you all again for helpin’ me reach 1,100+ followers!! -Czar mod

[doodldan]

OVERWATCH FAN CONCEPT ART Hey sorry I haven’t been active much, it’s cos I’ve been working on this!! My first OC for an Overwatch hero!! Oh man this.. project?..  was tough, and I still haven’t really fleshed out the specifics of his abilities.. there will be more refinements to come if I have time.. For now this is all I got for him.. what do u think? :DD

ps I’ve written some dialogue as well. I don’t want to make this post any longer so I’ll put a Read More break here. Thanks for viewing!

Call Sign: LUCAS

Selecting Hero: “Hatred never wins. It controls” Switching to Lucas: “Lucas, Present.” Respawn: - Should’ve seen that coming. - (Sigh) Back to it then. - I have things I must tend to. - I do not care for revenge.

Voice Lines: - Everything I do, I do out of love. (Default) - Dying is a part of nature. So is killing. - There’s no such thing as good and evil. The good should know that.  - Second chances are both a blessing and a curse. - L'odio Termina con la morte. (Hatred ends in death) - I’m sure you’ll miss me, as much as I won’t miss you.  - Can’t we settle this another way? - Trust in me.

Interactions: Mercy: Lucas, how could you? Lucas: I’m sorry, doctor. But I have no regrets. Lucas: You won’t be hacking any of my equipment, right? Sombra: Of course not! You’re on our side aren’t you?  Lucas: I just don’t know if you are.  Genji: She taught you so many things, and you’re using it to help them? Lucas: A teacher does not dictate the actions of the pupil, wouldn’t you say so as well?  Lucas: Mr. Reyes. How are you doing these days? Reaper: Fine. Though sometimes, I feel too light.  Lucas: Hm. Should check that out.

Lucas: He’s right. You do look ridiculous. McCree: He.. talks to you about me? Lucas: More often than you think.

McCree: So hows’it feel, helpin’ the wrong side? Lucas: Since when did you care about “sides” ?  Ana: Foolish child, what would your parents think? Lucas: Exactly. They don’t need the burden anymore. Let them stay in the dark about me, would you? I’m sure you’d understand.  Lucas: You’re not considering our offer, Hanzo Shimada? Hanzo: No honor would come from restoring what I chose to lose. Lucas: Pity.      Eliminating enemy Mercy: - Sorry, doc’  - Am I your successor now? - I will continue your work, for you. Eliminating enemy Genji: - “Achieved peace” ? Please. 

Witness ally kill: - Onto the next. - Good kill.  Final Blow: - Got them. - Bene. - I did that out of love. - Rest. In Pace. - Be at rest. - I expected more from you. 

Final Blow, with recon assist from Asclepius Seeker, Ally will also hear: - We got them. Good job. - Enemy down. Thanks to you. - Good coordination. - We should work together more often.

Taking damage/Discord Orb recieved: - Maledizione! (Curses) Witness enemy falling off map: - Bon Voyage. Melee Kill: - Don’t underestimate me. - Oh, you scared me there. - I’m busy here. 

Asclepsius Seeker [E], attaching to Ally: - I’m counting on you. - Get out there. - You’re all set. - Take this. - We’ll keep in touch. - Keep this with you. - We’ll have them in our sights. - Let’s find them.

Healing Ally [RMB]:  -You must keep going. -This will heal you. -This will stop the pain.  -Don’t let us down. -You will live. -Do not die, we need you.  -These are for you.  -You’ll be well again. -You’re fine, trust me. - This may sting a little. - I’ll help you. - Hold on. - Hang in there.

Following Ally: [L-SHIFT] - Let’s go. - Lead the way. - Come on!  - I’m here for you. - Let’s head out.  - Excuse us.  Healing 75 health at the end of Follow [L-SHIFT]: - Phew. - Made it. 

Firing Chargebow [Q] - Addio. (Friendly) - Time for you to go. (Self and Hostile)