#Thank you so much again!!!! I had a lot of fun drawing this 💕

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ADA mandatory work naptime 💤

Commission for @thepartyishere !!

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Okarun was crying and begging for Momo to run away! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY BONES D,: This is so well done, it really conveys fear and anguish! I congratulate you, your art is amazing :D... What other negative effects could Okarun's curse have? Thank you

Omg anon you made my day when you sent this!!! Thank you so so much for taking the time to write such lovely things 😭💕 I'm very flattered that you liked that little detail so much! I had wondered if I'd written it too messily for anyone to read XD

Anyhoo, here is a sketch page for you~

I'm more of a draw-er than a words-er, but I wanted to ramble a bit here under the cut ^^ Thanks again for the ask, I am so happy to have another reason to yap about Turbo Okarun~

While I'm glad that the manga/anime didn't spend too much time on Okarun's struggles in canon, I am having So Much Fun thinking of ways to torture this guy haha. We see him complaining that the curse hurts him in the first half of the season, but he doesn't actually seem to end up with any lasting damage! In my mind, it'd make sense for him to end up more fatigued or to suffer from random nosebleeds or other internal injuries due to the curse manipulating his body the way it does.

I also looooved the instances in episodes 5/6 when he transformed without meaning to! Very fun to see his emotions getting the better of him~

Now, if I were a fic writer, I would be so interested in exploring physical side effects in something like a sick fic. What if he detransforms and finds that he can't warm back up? Still corpse-cold like his yokai form instead of human temperature? Or, I could take a page out of NatsuYuu's book and have him come down with a cold/fever as a consequence of some of his tougher fights? Lots of good potential for angst there, for sure ^^

And lastly, what if he was on a timer the minute he transformed?? What if staying transformed and going all out began chipping away at his sanity? It's not his power, after all. Stay in Turbo Mode too long and suddenly he's a prisoner in his own mind. The curse takes over and he's just along for the ride, no longer able to control his body. >:3

Aaand that's it for now! Thank you for your support and for listening to my rambling haha. I hope you enjoyed the art/headcanons ^^

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Such a Flirt

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Hunter Reader; supporting character Sam Winchester

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ please or I’m telling on you) fingering, oral, p in v protected sex (be safe out there everyone), couple of swear words, love confessions

Word Count: 3.3K-ish

Summary: Dean and Sam ask for your help getting information from a bartender at a local bar. You’re a smooth talker and can get info from anyone but Dean hates having to watch you flirt with handsome men.

A/N: Fair warning, there’s only a little plot with this one. I really just wanted to get to the smexy time. I had the strongest urge to write some smut for this smexy son of a bitch, I don’t know why but I’m just very much in love with all things Jensen Ackles right now(I’ve watched Tracker, My Bloody Valentine, and started watching season 3 of the Boys again plus random episodes of Supernatural) I can’t wait to meet him in October! I hope you like this one!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Dude, why are you grinding your teeth like that?” Asked Sam.

Dean’s eyes were fixated on you as you flirted with the bartender. You were trying to see if he knew anything about a man who was in the bar a couple of days ago.

Later, the man couldn’t explain why he had beaten his girlfriend to death after being seen in the bar with a beautiful woman who was definitely NOT his girlfriend.

“Does she have to flirt so hard with that guy?!” Growled Dean. “He’s not even that good looking!”

Dean angrily took a sip of his beer and continued to watch you like a hawk.

Sam rolled his eyes, pressed his lips together in a straight line and tried to continue talking about the case with Dean but he was more interested in what you were saying to the bartender.

“She’s trying to get information for us, Dean. Relax.” Said Sam.

The boys didn’t always need a third “FBI agent.” Sometimes they just needed help getting information from the opposite sex. Men were a lot freer with their words with you rather than the “feds.”

You mostly hunted on your own but they would call you from time to time when they needed your…”wits,” so to speak. Plus, you liked to watch Dean struggle with his feelings for you and you very much liked him back but it was fun to make him jealous.

**********

Before leaving the bunker, you had asked, ��What kinda bar is it?”

“What do you mean what kind? It’s a bar, y/n.” Answered Dean.

“Ok, I realize that, Dean but is it a biker bar, a country western bar, one that doesn’t have a theme? I need to know what kinda clothes to bring. I threw a whole bunch in my car, I’ll bring the one outfit I need, and pick up the rest back here before I head home.” You replied.

Sam was already on his laptop doing research so he did a quick search and found the bar’s website online.

“Looks like it’s quite the nice place, y/n. Reviews say it’s an after work hot spot for bankers, real estate brokers, professionals, etc.” Said Sam.

You replied, “Soooooo a little swanky, but don’t dress like a high end call girl, got it. You guys will fit in perfectly wearing your FED suits.”

You decided to go for the “classy attorney” look but without a blazer. A Kelly green fitted silk blouse, black wide-leg pants that had black studs on the seam, and black ankle boots. Your perfectly chosen outfit, paired with a black structured tote bag seemed like impeccable choices.

Eat your heart out, Dean Winchester.

While they were out eating lunch, you did your hair and makeup. You didn’t do this super girly stuff very often but you liked…feeling pretty. The times that the boys needed you to turn on the charm and bat your long lashes to get information, were really fun for you.

Drawing on your black winged eyeliner after having a little too much coffee proved to be difficult sometimes but you were a professional and could probably do it with your eyes closed if you needed to.

A medium tone matte eyeshadow and a bold lip completed the look while a strobe light like highlighter emphasized the high points of your face.

Satisfied with your look, you watched a little tv before changing clothes. They would be back soon to pick you up for drinks after they talked to the local cops.

While in the bathroom, you heard the door open and Dean called out to you.

“Y/n?! You better be ready; we gotta go!” Said Dean.

You emerged from the bathroom fully dressed with the exception of your shoes.

“Ok, ok keep your shirt on, Winchester. I just need my boots.” You replied.

After slipping into your boots, you picked up your bag and finally had a chance to look up. For once, Dean’s brow wasn’t furrowed and you could see his hypnotizing green eyes much better which caught you off guard.

“What is it? Do I have something on my pants?” You said, gazing down at your pants then turning in a circle with your head over your shoulder, trying to look at your own ass.

Dean was speechless and couldn’t get any words out so Sam answered as he tossed a burger at you, “Nope, all good. Let’s go. You can eat in the car.”

They walked up ahead as you locked the door behind you.

“Dude, what is wrong with you? You were staring at her.” Said Sam.

Dean replied, “She looks too good, Sam.”

“Can you wrestle with your feelings for her another time? She’s supposed to look nice.” Sam said.

Nervously, Dean whispered, “Well she’s distracting! And I don’t have THOSE kinds of feelings for her.”

“Whatever you say, dude.” Replied Sam with raised eyebrows.

You covered your mouth so they wouldn’t see you crack a smile.

While riding in the car, you leaned forward so the boys could hear you better. Making sure he could feel your breath on his ear, you said, “You two can go in first, have a seat, and I’ll make my way in after a few minutes. You can keep an eye on me as I walk up to the bar.”

A sly smirk stretched across your lips as you slinked back into your seat and looked at Dean in the rearview mirror, trying his hardest NOT to appear flustered but failing miserably.

You could have made it easy and told Dean how you felt about him but he deserved to be on the receiving end of the teasing. Women made it easy for him, just falling at his feet which meant he had his pick and he hated every time you teased him.

And now, drinking at the corner of the bar, you could feel him burning a hole in your head with his angry stare. It appeared that Dean couldn’t take just sitting there anymore. Sam tried to grab hold of his jacket but he missed and Dean started to walk over to the bar when the bartender walked away to wait on someone else.

“I’m getting some good stuff, Dean. Get outta here!” You whisper yelled at him without looking and without drawing attention to yourself.

He nonchalantly whisper yelled back at you, “You’re being a little TOO friendly with him, don’t ya think?”

“I’m perfectly capable of weaseling information out of a dumb bartender. Now get outta here before I kick your ass all over this bar!” You growled.

“Need something, friend?” The bartender asked Dean.

A tad flustered, Dean replied with a narrowed expression, “Two more beers, buddy. Thanks.”

You got what you needed from the bartender and after another hour or so, you paid for your drinks and left. Dean and Sam followed you out a handful of minutes later.

“Can we get pizza?” You asked.

Dean was always in a better mood if he was fed properly so as a peace offering, you bought pizza on the way back to the motel. And of course, Dean picked up more beer.

Settling in with your dinner, you told them everything Jeremy, the bartender, told you about what he witnessed.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, I didn’t know the two of you were on a first name basis.” Said Dean.

You rolled your eyes.

“Will you let me finish, please!?” You asked.

“Dean…let her finish. Come on.” Said Sam.

Dean continued to pace back and forth while you talked.

“…So the woman that he left with, Jeremy had never seen before. And this guy hung on her every word, gazed at her like she hung the moon, she said all the right things. Almost like he was legit under a spell or something.” You finished.

Sam had his laptop open. His fingers swiftly typed words into the search engine and he then flipped the screen around to show you and Dean what he found.

“I think we might be dealing with another siren.” Said Sam, confidently. “Two other women were murdered by husbands or boyfriends after encounters with beautiful women at that bar. Sirens need love and they compel people to kill to show devotion to them.” He turned to Dean. “Remember that one we dealt with before? The time where we were trying to kill each other?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, I remember. I try not to though.”

Preoccupied with Dean’s eyes, they had darkened a little to match better with the green shirt you had on, you covered your infatuation by pushing the chair across from you out from under the table.

“Take a load off, tiger. You’re makin’ me nervous with all this pacin’ around you’re doin’.” You said in between bites of pizza.

The Winchester brothers were your second family and you knew them well, especially Dean so you knew when something was really bothering him. And right now, something was definitely bothering him.

Sam’s face was buried in his laptop, it was quiet in the room except for the sounds of fingers moving across a keyboard, and the tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Something about you being there was keeping Dean on edge so you finally decided to break the silence.

“Dean? Come on. What is it? You’re being extra grouchy right now, so grouchy that pizza couldn’t fix it. Ever since I walked outta the bathroom earlier, you’ve been short with me.” You said, calmly.

He pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead and traced the outside of his lips with his thumb and forefinger before narrowing his eyes at you.

You knew that look. The look of an extremely handsome literal green-eyed monster glaring at you from across the table. Dean was close to blowing a gasket.

He pointed at you and in his low gravelly voice said, “I don’t like it when you flirt with other men. There! I said it, ok!? You happy!?”

In one fluid motion, Sam closed his laptop, grabbed the keys to the car and said, “I’m gonna go talk to the cops again. Lemme know when you two work THIS out.”

You started to say, “O-ok, well just be—“

“Yep, I’ll be careful. I know what to look for. I’ll see ya guys later.” Said Sam.

The door closed behind him, the Impala roared to life, and Sam drove off, leaving you and Dean alone in the motel room.

“Well that was weird. Anyway…Dean, I’m just doing what you guys asked me to do! You needed me to get information, so I turned on my charm and I got what we needed just like any other time you’ve needed me for something like this!” You said with a raised voice.

Dean stood up from the table and loosened his tie a little. Unbuttoning the top button on his dress shirt, he didn’t take his gaze away from you.

“You don’t have to be THAT good, ya know! They eat it up every single time! Lemme ask you this…did that Jeremy guy ask for your number?”

Seeing Dean this upset made you think that he didn’t just have a little crush on you.

Feeling a little warm, you unbuttoned a couple of buttons on your blouse and stood up also. You were reluctant to answer him but finally said softly, “Yes, he did.”

“HA! I fuckin’ knew it! They always do and did you give it to him?” Asked Dean.

You started to answer before he interrupted you, “Dean…”

“Did you!?” He asked again.

Not wanting to confess your feelings first, you tried to stall.

“No, I didn’t!” You shouted.

The table was in between the two of you. Both of you were breathing heavily, your jawlines tight with anger and frustration, and the sound of your heart beating inside your chest was deafening.

“Oh yeah?! And why should I believe you, y/n?!” Dean growled.

“I’ve never given any of them my number, Dean! Not a single one!” You bellowed.

His expression softened as he asked, “Well…why not?”

After a long day, you couldn’t help but collapse onto the bed. You allowed your legs to give out and sat down on the edge of the mattress before answering him.

“Why do you think, ya big dumb animal?! Because the only guy's number I want in my phone is yours, Dean! And Sam’s but for different reasons. You know what I’m trying to say, stop looking at me like that.” You said, nervously.

He walked around the table, gazed down at you with his beautiful green eyes, they were the color of fresh blades of grass, and leaned over to inch his face closer to yours. The sprinkling of freckles across his nose was so youthful and adorable. You swallowed hard as you felt his breath against your eyelashes.

“And why do you think I get the way that I do when I see you flirt with other guys? You know why, don’t you sweetheart.” He said, melodiously.

Dean’s lips were ghosting over yours. You were silently begging him to just kiss you and kiss you hard. All the tension that had been building over the years was coming to a head right now. His tie dangled down from around his neck, you were dying to just pull him on top of you and find out what he tastes like…all of him.

“Because you want me as much as I want you?” You replied, gently touching his tie.

Still holding his tie, you inched yourself up toward the headboard. Dean followed your lead as you removed his tie and began to unbutton his dress shirt.

“I want you more.” He purred into your ear before his perfect lips crashed onto yours.

Dean covered your mouth with his own, devouring you with every kiss he placed on your lips, neck and jaw. You won the fight to be on top, although you were sure he let you win, and you continued to unbutton his shirt while he grasped clumsily at the buttons on yours.

They were small so he was having a hard time with them until you stepped in.

“I’ll do them, baby.” You whispered as he haphazardly tossed his clothes to the side.

You stood up and let your pants fall to your ankles while you finished unbuttoning your silk shirt. His desire for you was very apparent by the large tent in his boxers that you felt against your core as soon as you straddled him. The bottom of the shirt brushed against his thighs and goosebumps peppered across his skin.

You decided to let him finish undressing you.

Dean’s hands gently pushed your shirt off of your shoulders and all that was left was the black lace bra that was barely containing your breasts that he could not wait to get you out of. The man was a pro at unhooking your bra with one hand. If you didn’t want him so badly, you would have stopped to give him shit for it.

He lightly nipped the skin down the side of your neck, making you gasp when he got to the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You felt like you could have come just by him biting down on that sweet spot. The growing ache between your thighs was torture and you desperately wanted him to touch you.

Like he read your mind, his strong hands migrated from your breasts down to your waist. Reaching in between your thighs, Dean teased your entrance with one finger, then slid another inside with ease.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart.” He whispered as a strangled moan escaped your lips.

To suffocate your screams, you bit down on your lower lip as he continued to move his talented fingers, hooking them in just the right spot to make you see stars, and drew circles on your clit to really tease you.

“Dean!” You pleaded, just before you hit your peak and tightly clenched around his fingers.

“You can be loud, baby. These kinds of places are used to noises like that, if ya know what I mean.” He said with a wink and a smirk.

You smiled back, pressed your lips to his, and lightly bit down on his bottom lip before starting to pepper kisses down his chest.

After pulling down his boxers, you took him into your mouth. A deep guttural moan and words of praise fled from Dean’s lips when your tongue circled the underside. That made him draw in a sharp breath as his fingers tangled in your hair.

“Fuck, that feels good, sweetheart.” He hissed and mumbled something else incoherently.

Crawling up his body, he slipped on a condom and then as you straddled him, you replied, “My mouth isn’t just for flirting, Dean.”

He slid into you with ease, burying himself to the hilt, causing you both to gasp before he cut your moan short with a hard kiss. You circled your hips slowly, allowing him to go deeper inside you, and it sent sharp tingles down your spine.

You pulled him in close as your walls began to tighten around him, clinging to him like your life depended on it with your climax starting to build.

Dean’s body was a warm cradle for yours as his fast abrupt strokes were about to send you over the edge and fast. But he loved to look at you so he pulled away slightly and watched your pleasure surge through you.

As you were riding out one orgasm, Dean managed to pull another one from you as you loudly called out his name like no one else was around which made him feral.

His movements became faster, more brutal, pulling out of you just so he could slam into you again and again as his body went rigid underneath you. Crushing your waist, his arms were wrapped around you so tightly that all of the air escaped your lungs.

His release came hard and fast, followed by a strangled moan while your bodies trembled from overstimulation. Dean’s eyes were wide and unfocused as he tried to catch his breath while you leaned in for a gentle kiss and let your fingers glide through his soft brown hair.

Collapsing on top of him, you smiled against his chest as his fingers tickled the outside of your arm and the only thing you could hear was Dean’s heart beating rapidly against your ear.

Trying to get your breathing under control, you covered yourself with the sheet and finally managed to ask, “So…does this mean you don’t want me to flirt for information anymore?”

Dean kissed the top of your head and replied, “As long as you come home with me, I’ll allow it.”

“ALLOW IT?! You’re not the boss of me, Winchester.” You said, sarcastically.

He licked his lips as you looked up at him through your long dark lashes.

In barely more than a whisper, he said, “Well what if I told you you’re really pretty and that I might be…in love with you?”

“Awww…you’re really pretty too!” You said, jokingly.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Alright, I’m tryin’ to—“

Wrapped up in the sheet, you sat upright, cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips to his, your tongue slipped into his mouth to tangle with his as a low growl escaped his lips.

“I might be in love with you too.” You whispered against his mouth.

Chasing each other’s smiles, he continued to kiss you until you heard a key in the door. Sam walked in, took one look at the two of you and without missing a beat said, “Oh good, you two worked it out. So I was thinking, I might know who—“

He stopped, looked at the two of you and shouted, “Guys…that’s MY bed!!”

You and Dean started to laugh.

Oops.

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Dewey Decimated

Chapter One

Author’s note: I genuinely don’t even know what to say, except thank you all so much!! I was expecting maximum like 10 likes on my last blurb, so the fact that 500+ people liked/reblogged it?? I'm forever indebted to you all. You make this so much more fun for a tentative writer like me!

Anyway, I’m finally sharing the first couple of installments of my very first series! Just a heads-up—it’s a slow burn, and, unfortunately, I’ve written it at an equally slow pace, so thank you in advance for your patience. At this point, it's a lot of just setting the scene, but it will get better (and spicier)—I promise! 💕

Summary : Mabel, a part-time librarian, finds solace in her carefully constructed routine—that is until Harry, an atypical library patron, unsettles the order she’s worked hard to maintain.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Nothing quite yet, hints of past dom/sub relationships if you squint, brief mentions of complicated family dynamics (alcoholism and abandonment), toxic work environment-ish, and hints of a future dom/sub realtionship (if you really truly squint)

The library was Mabel’s refuge—a place where the world exhaled, its chaos dimmed to a distant murmur beneath the soft rustle of pages and the faint squeak of rolling carts. The air smelled of aged paper, leather bindings, and a hint of dust, settling over her like a familiar, worn blanket.

She just started her shift and was in the middle of shelving a stack of biographies, her fingers trailing the spines as if drawing reassurance from their steadfast order. The quiet, the predictability—it was the only part of her life that made sense.

She stretched her arms above her head, feeling the pull of exhaustion etched deep into her muscles. Northwind Publishing, her so-called “real” job, had wrung her dry per usual—early mornings, endless demands, her boss barking orders like she was his assistant and his punching bag. The paycheck wasn’t glamorous, but it kept her modest apartment and, more importantly, covered the twins’ tuition.

Her brothers, Charlie and Peter—now sophomores in college—were the reason she did everything. She’d promised herself long ago that they’d never be crushed by the weight of their father’s abrupt departure or their mother’s slow, suffocating unraveling afterward—a promise paid in the form of a miserable boss, double shifts at the library, and exhaustion woven into her bones.

Unlike their father, their mother didn’t leave them—not physically, at least. Shortly after “the departure,”—or “D-Day” as Charlie mordantly coined it—she’d lost her corporate job and found solace in the bottom of a bottle, leaving Mabel to shoulder the role of caretaker by the time she was a freshman in high school. Cooking meals, checking homework, wiping tears—she’d done it all. Maternal love had been transactional in that house, given only when it served a purpose. Now, Mabel’s love manifested itself in tuition payments and relentless sacrifice—but she was okay with that—as long as her brothers never felt that same hollow emptiness she did.

She sighed, casting a glance at the clock. One more hour, then she could shuffle home, microwave leftovers, and collapse into bed—only to rise at dawn and do it all again. The routine numbed her, but at least it was consistent. Consistency kept her grounded.

That is, until he walked in.

Harry.

She didn’t need to look to know it was him. He had a presence—one of those rare people who could command a room without saying a word. Even in the hushed sanctum of the library, he somehow made space bend around him.

There was a rhythm to his visits now—same time, same sections. He’d skim the Career & Business shelves before moving on to something more eclectic. Last week it had been Leaders Eat Last by Simon Sinek and Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore. She’d checked them out for him, her fingers brushing his as he handed over his library card.

It wasn’t like she went out of her way to notice him, exactly. But he was… hard to miss.

Tall and sharp-jawed, he was always dressed like he’d just stepped out of a boardroom, his suits tailored to perfection, hugging his frame like they’d been stitched directly onto his skin. His curly brown hair was just messy enough to look intentional, like he’d run his hands through it moments before stepping inside. And his eyes—a sharp, calculating green—seemed to take in more than he let on. There was a confidence in the way he moved, a slight edge that bordered on cocky but never tipped into arrogance. Mabel told herself it was just observation—nothing more. She wasn’t naive enough to think a man like him could be interested, and even if he was, she didn’t have the luxury of entertaining the idea.

It had been two years since her last attempt at anything resembling a relationship, and the memory still stung like a fresh bruise. His name was Matt, a classmate from her Literary Theory class. He’d asked her out right after graduation, claiming he’d been crushing on her all year but was too intimidated to say anything sooner. When he’d say things like that, she believed him—for a while, at least. He told her he admired her drive and independence. When she started working full-time, juggling two jobs to support her brothers, he told her he respected her dedication. He knew about her family situation, knew the weight she carried, and said he admired it.

But admiration has a short shelf life when convenience runs out.

He didn’t care that she took a humiliating scolding from her boss after leaving the office early one night to make it in time for their dinner plans, only for him to cancel last minute because he wanted to “hang with the boys.” He didn’t flinch when she cut her hours at the library—the one job she actually enjoyed, the job that paid for her groceries—just so she could attend his intramural baseball games on Thursdays, only for him to barely acknowledge her presence anyway.

For a time, he gave her what she craved in the bedroom: the release of control, the ability to let someone else take the reins for once. He claimed he was the dominant type—but like every man before him who’d promised her the same, it was just a façade. Dominance, for them, was an excuse to be selfish and get away with it. It meant using her vulnerability as a weapon. They ignored her boundaries, bulldozed through her limits under the guise of “knowing what she really wanted.” They treated her trust like a disposable commodity—something to be used up and discarded when it no longer served them. What should have been a partnership rooted in mutual respect became a one-sided performance, with her needs left forgotten in the aftermath.

After Matt, Mabel decided she didn’t have the patience for men who saw her strength as a challenge to conquer, who twisted the control she trusted them with into something ugly. She had no time for people who mistook her independence for an inconvenience, or who recoiled at the reality of her responsibilities. Love—or whatever shadow of it they offered—came with too high a cost.

And Harry? He was just another polished surface, all gleaming edges and smooth charm. She wasn’t about to get lost in reflections again.

That’s why she paid no mind to the way he lingered a little too long at the service desk. She brushed it off as coincidence when he always, without fail, ended up in her line, even when another was open. She refused to acknowledge the flutter in her chest when their fingers brushed, or the way her stomach twisted when she caught him glancing her way. No, she didn’t have time for distractions—especially not the kind wrapped in bespoke suits and quiet confidence.

As if on cue, Harry glanced up from a book he was inspecting, his gaze flicking over the room before landing squarely on her. Mabel quickly turned back to her cart, pretending to fuss with a stack of already-perfectly-aligned books. She could feel her heart thudding loudly in her chest, but she ignored it.

“Mabel, darling,” Mrs. Whitmore’s familiar voice broke through her thoughts, warm and grounding. “Do you mind covering the front desk for the rest of your shift? Daniel’s feeling under the weather, so I sent him home early.”

Mabel turned to her manager with a nod. Ever since she’d started at the library, Mrs. Whitmore had filled a mother-shaped void in her life. She offered everything Mabel had been deprived of as a child—kindness, encouragement, gentle words, and a listening ear. She had become the safe harbor where Mabel docked after the stress of long days in the office.

“Of course,” Mabel said, forcing a small smile.

“Thank you, dear,” Mrs. Whitmore patted her arm affectionately. “You’re a lifesaver.”

Mabel gathered her things and made her way to the front desk, her sneakers squeaking softly against the polished floor. She thought she felt a particular set of green eyes tracking her movements—but she dismissed the thought as nonsense.

Get a grip, Mabel, she chastised herself. He’s just another library patron. Nothing more.

The library was quieter than usual for a Tuesday afternoon. A few patrons were scattered throughout, lost in their own worlds. Perfect. It meant she could lose herself in hers. She pulled her current read from under the desk—The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers. It was the perfect escape, pulling her into a world far from her own, where travelers forged bonds stronger than blood and navigated life’s complexities among the stars. She relished the sense of adventure, the camaraderie, the idea that even in the vastness of space, people could find home in each other. The words wrapped around her like a cocoon, the rest of the library fading into the background. She barely noticed when Harry approached.

“Interesting choice,” he said, his voice smooth, laced with the faintest hint of amusement.

Mabel looked up, startled. He was standing there, one brow slightly raised, that same quiet confidence radiating off him like heat from the sun.

“Uh—yeah,” she stammered, quickly snapping the book shut. “It’s… thought-provoking.”

“I’ll bet.” His gaze flicked to the cover, then back to her. “Think it’s worth a read?”

Her stomach tightened, but she kept her face neutral. “I think you might find it interesting.” A beat passed, and then she rambled, “I mean, not that I know what you’d like… I mean, you seem more into practical stuff… not that there’s anything wrong with that…”

Oh my God, shut up.

A slow, knowing smile spread across his face—the kind that suggested he was used to getting under people’s skin.

“I’ll have to check it out, then,” he said, sliding his books across the counter.

She reached for them, fingers brushing his—barely, but enough. Enough for a flicker of something unreadable to cross his face. Enough for her breath to catch, despite herself.

She swallowed. Be normal, Mabel.

She scanned the books, handed them back, and gave him the same polite smile she offered every patron.

“Have a good evening,” she said, her voice almost steady.

“You too, Mabel.”

His voice was lower this time. Intentional.

And then he was gone.

***

Harry wasn’t the type to frequent libraries. His world thrived on boardrooms, deadlines, and the relentless pursuit of success—not the hushed whispers and faint scent of old paper that clung to places like this. But there was something about this particular library—and the woman behind the counter—that kept pulling him back.

It had started innocently enough. A random detour on a quiet evening when the hum of his office felt too suffocating and his penthouse felt too empty. He’d needed something to distract him, something to tether his thoughts before they unraveled into restless discontent.

What he hadn’t expected was her.

Mabel.

He’d caught her name from the delicate pin on her blouse the first time she checked out his books. It suited her—pretty, unassuming, but with an old-world charm that felt rare in a city like Seattle. At first, she hadn’t even looked up, too focused on scanning his selections. But when she did…

Those eyes.

They weren’t the kind that sparkled with flirtation or invited small talk. No, hers were guarded—the kind of eyes that had seen too much and trusted too little. But they intrigued him in a way he couldn’t quite shake. There was a quiet strength there, something unyielding beneath the exhaustion lining her features.

Harry prided himself on control—in business, in life... in the bedroom. He made decisions in seconds, calculated risks with precision, and surrounded himself with things that screamed efficiency, power, and control—innate parts of who he was.

But with Mabel, that all felt like it was slipping, one fleeting glance at a time. He knew better than to get involved. His rules were simple: no attachments, no complications.

Relationships—if you could call them that—were meant to be temporary. A mutual understanding of needs met and lines not crossed.

And yet, he kept going back. Initially, it was for her—a magnetic pull that, if he were honest, still lingered. With each visit, however, his fondness for the quaint little library grew. Accustomed to pursuing the pinnacle of excellence, he knew this place was far from grand. Its shelves were outdated, its walls wore the quiet patina of time, and it offered nothing lavish or modern. Yet, in a life fixated on sterile perfection, it radiated a raw, unpolished charm that he welcomed.

He browsed the shelves, picked up his usual selections, and—as if drawn by instinct—found himself in her line again. Their fingers brushed when she handed him his books. He let the touch linger just a fraction longer than necessary. A flicker of surprise crossed her features, subtle but unmistakable. And it gave him more satisfaction that it should have.

He hadn’t meant to say her name like that—low, deliberate, as if testing the feel of it on his tongue. But the way her breath caught, just slightly, didn’t go unnoticed.

By the time he stepped into the cool night air, he knew two things for certain.

One: Mabel was different.

And two: He was already breaking his own rules.

Back in his penthouse, Harry tossed his keys onto the sleek marble counter and loosened his tie, the city stretching before him in a sea of lights. But instead of the usual satisfaction that came with closing another deal, an unfamiliar restlessness hummed beneath his skin.

He poured himself a glass of scotch, letting the burn settle in his throat, trying to ignore the fact that his mind kept drifting back to her. The curve of her lips when she fought back a nervous smile. The way color rose in her cheeks when their eyes met. The quiet defiance in the way she carried herself, as if daring the world to expect less of her.

He shouldn’t care.

But he wanted to see her again.

Not just as the reserved librarian behind the counter. He wanted to know what lay beneath that carefully composed exterior.

What made her sigh. What made her moan. What made her finally let go of that rigid control she clung to so tightly.

Even before he reached into his briefcase, he was certain: those books would be returned far sooner than he could ever hope to finish reading them.

***

Read chapter two here.

[traceyc-uk]

I love your art and comics so much!!! You are like the queen of HL comics for me!!! ❤️❤️❤️ So much so you've been inspiring me to start making my own comics (it has been since high school since I made comics and let's not get into how long ago that was 😂).

I was wondering if you would be willing to share some of your comic making process, especially in the early stages? I had much of a process in pre-planning stages, but now I'm trying it to see if it will help with my storytelling.

I hope you have a great day!! ❤️❤️

Thank you! 😭 that’s so cool you’re making comics again! And bashful by your ask as I do it for lols and still figuring it out myself. I refer a LOT to a couple of my favourite comic artists too, which I think is noticeably incorporated in mine but I’ll try and show my workings best as I can

Think it’s already obvious I love drawing expressions, is usually my first starting point doodling idly what would become the key frames

Of course study your favourite artists! The ones I look to is Akira Himekawa - Zelda Twilight series and Adam Warren - Empowered (not for under 18s)

I dragged out some previous comic pages I think are appropriate examples of the initial paper scribbles, rough lines to final.

venomous valour is an example of messing up as I focused too much on the faces and the speech gets cluttered.

Crucio attempting to draw the eye where it needs the main focus.

A couple of pages from Shadow Mountain, the fight was drafted more to keep a consistent line of action and not let it get disoriented on the geography, personally I try and stick to the 180 rule. The arc here was more a happy accident but helps lead movement across the page

Dialogue I like the least, but this page the speech bubbles lead the page layout so it’s read in the correct order reading from left to right

Generally I try not get too fussy about the details and aim overall for readability:

- Clear silhouettes, in figures, framing and composition. I often check rough pages within drafts on my tiny phone screen, does the focus get drawn where it should

- Is there enough information on what is happening or about to happen, like an anticipation in a pose to lead into the next panel

-Show intentions without having to say it, ask myself if no dialogue is the intent still there? Using your lovely Serena and the Fifth-Year as an example

It shows when I get lazy and draw my panels like a film frame and I use principles more rooted in animation so I make blunders or newbie mistakes when translating into a comic format but it’s all in good fun. Anyway I hope this helps you in your process and look forward to seeing more of your comics too! 💕

Extra: the ineligible scrawls of the shadow mountain and ancient magic drafts

[nocturnalfandomartist]

.⋆｡ﾟ Art vs Artist 2024! ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

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It's my first time doing art vs artist, but I thought it'd be a nice opportunity to see how it looks! My style has been so inconsistent this year (thanks multiple style crises), but I am proud of a few pieces. Mostly. I seem to use similar techniques and colors a lot, but I guess that's the point of an art style anyway. Everything up here is cropped a bit since I don't draw at a 1:1 ratio usually. If this is your first time seeing my work, I love The Legend of Zelda and Zelink!

Thanks for another fun year of art! ^^ Some stats below:

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I remember drawing this on the announcement day, within a few hours! It's my first post to surpass 1k!

My second post to surpass 1k!

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...trends work

i need to repost this with type instead of handwriting

#4 | 572 notes | August 3, 2024

I want to redraw this one, even if it's not very canon

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#6 | 528 notes | August 5, 2024

I will continue to change how I draw her

#7 | 456 notes | Setember 19, 2024

I tried a slightly different look here, I think it's kinda cute!

A tie!

#8 | 456 notes | June 19, 2024

Two pieces are in this post! I love Classic Zelink, so I was trying to figure out how I wanted to draw them. :) I have a lot of drawings of them to come...

#9 | 355 notes | June 9, 2024

I've really been trying to figure out how I want to do backgrounds on my doodle pages. And how to draw TP Zelda properly. Still haven't figured either out, if you're wondering.

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So much from EoW... I jumped on that hype so fast, it's the Zelda game I've only ever dreamed about!! ♡ Still kind of surprised nothing from Linktober is up here, though, considering it was all the better stuff. ^^" There are a few pieces I never finished this year, also... maybe 2025 will be their year!

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Small announcement - I got a private commission I'm working on at the moment, but soon they will be entirely open again! I do character art and designs if you're interested! ^^

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✦ Ko-Fi | ✧ Ao3 | ⟡ Bluesky

REBLOGGING IS ENCOURAGED, BUT DO NOT REPOST.

[greensagephase]

Hi alondra!

I hope u have a great day. How do u feel about undercover partner in formal event 🤭.? It has been an idea for a while now and I'm working on story boarding this little story too but it gonna take a long time so I could only delivery u some crumps here n there 😔💖💖✨✨.

I will yap about them later when I have more idea for them if u interested 🫶

Wish u the best!

Mercy

Hiii, Mercy! Thank you so much for the ask! Also, please forgive me for how long it’s taken me to answer your ask.😭 I think it’s been like 2 weeks now since you sent this ask. I’ve barely been on here these last few days, so I haven’t had time to catch up with asks, but let me tell you!!

The way I giggled when I saw the drawings, omg!! 🤭🤭 I love the way your OC looks. She looks so gorgeous! By the way, what is her name? I don't think I've seen you state it before, unless I’ve missed it. If you’re okay with sharing her name, I’d love to learn it! 🥺 Miguel's “Dios mio”, wide eyes, and blush when he sees her — I GIGGLED AND KICKED MY FEET!! 😌🤭🤭 He’s so cute when he’s flustered!! The way he looks at her while they're dancing? Omg, omg, I WANT TO BE GAZED AT LIKE THAT (on my knees rn)! 😭😭 Also, the way he literally leans down to hear her? My heart!

And then Miguel being in denial and saying he went with her just to keep her “company” — sure thing, pookie. 🤭 The cherry on top was your OC giving Miguel a little kiss and catching him by total surprise! So cute!! 🥺💖💕 I love this SO MUCH, Mercy!! Thank you for sharing it with me!!

To answer your question (sorry about the yapping, but I had to admire your art🥹), I love the idea of undercover partners at a formal event! It's a trope I don't see a lot of, but any time there’s a work with the trope, I eat it up each time. I think it’s so much fun and cute because they have to stick to being undercover while feeling the sparks go wild. One of my fav moments that is used within this trope is when the girl is asked to dance by someone else and the guy gets all jelly, but he’s in deep denial, even when a third outside partner to the couple is teasing them about being jealous through their earpiece. 🤭 So yes, I love the idea and I SO look forward to see your next update, pookie! I just know it’s going to be amazing!

Thank you again for sharing your art and idea with me, Mercy! When I saw it, I swear I started giggling, hehe! And again, I’m so sorry for taking 2 whole weeks to reply.😭 I hope you’re doing great and having a wonderful day/night! Please take care! 🥹💖

Alondra❤️

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Uhhhh, I just realized this, I don't know why I didn't connect the dots before (maybe it was because I didn't want to lol) but our dear brothers and sister died one after the other, didn't they? Like in a very short time, one right after the other and from what I see they did go from oldest to youngest and now Nour too faces death... UHOH

I have theories, but this is not about that (not really) it's about how my heart is breaking into two for how fast things went.

Me sad, again. ;;

I love this game fdsfsdsfdsfsd.

Thank you for sharig it with us and: They do look exactly how I imagined them to be ♥ Your art is ama-zing ♥

Yeah—they went down like dominoes 😔😭 which I’m pretty sure if I remember right MC mentions feeling almost disappointed when they didn’t topple too. It was the anticipation that it was inevitable after their oldest siblings all were felled one after the other 💔 and it seemed almost unfair that they should not topple too, that the chain would end before it reached them (not that they wanted Nour or them to meet that same fate as well obviously, but you know—survivor’s guilt ;-;).

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(sorry for pummeling you with the feels—I suffer it every day with them all on rotation in my head)

(and yeah it was basically oldest to youngest except for with the twins since Ember went first and he was technically the younger twin by like a couple minutes)

And thank you! ❤️ I’ve had a lot of fun drawing all the siblings! Excited to finish them off with Castor :) 👍❤️

Thanks so much for reading and for your message!! ❤️❤️💕

[mel-loly]

-Today the day has come, the end of Dtiys and to see who the winners are..........👀✨

First of all, I thank everyone who participated, you all are amazing and I love each and every one of you, I'm happy to see my ocs in your styles and see how much effort you put in!! And if you didn't get 1st, 2nd or 3rd place, don't worry! Your drawings were still very awesome, and I loved them all!!! :3💕

And if you can, please, support/follow the participants!! Their art is VERY beautiful and I'm sure you won't regret at least taking a look at their blog!!!💖

So.. Yeah, without further ado, here are the three winners!

🥇 @mrd0ll

🥈 @laf-e-taffy

🥉 @crimmakesthings

And here are the others who participated and who I also evaluated ^^

4- @whatthefudgeart

5- @loscompas-blog-uwu

6- @gysmoandsysy

7- @edgywithaheart

8- @manpleblog

I evaluated the drawings in terms of details that “were not placed or were not in the right place”, and seriously, that's COMPLETELY okay, this is a Dtiys and everyone has their own style and way of drawing! Whether you put it in the right place or not, it doesn't matter, I loved them all, it was only when I evaluated that I chose to be like this, but don't worry, I loved all the drawings, fr!!!

Also- I didn't evaluate them for reasons of intimacy and background because then it would be a bit “boring(?)” for me, because it's not like I have an affinity with the person or that their background got so beautiful that the other one who made the most accurate drawing will be in last place or something, you know?

But anyway, don't be sad! Know that all your efforts were not in vain, and who knows, maybe I can bring you guys a little surprise.....?👀

So yeah, thank you ALL very much again for participating, the drawings were beautiful and I was SO glad that you guys took a “little (or a lot)” of your time to do this redesign!! Everything you guys did made me so happy and, seriously, thank you so much for everything, I will keep all the drawings with great care and love!!!💕

I hope you had fun, hope you enjoyed the Dtiys and also hope to see you participating again in another Dtiys that I do (lol)!!!

I love you all and thank you so much again!!!!!💖

–Melissa, Designer.

[2aceofspades]

4.) When did you become a fan of TMNT?

18.) Who is your favorite villain?

19.) Who is your favorite ally?

27.) What is something you love to see in TMNT art/fics?

28.) What is one thing you would like to see explored more in TMNT art/fics?

33.) What is your favorite thing you've made for TMNT?

35.) Which character relationships are your favorite to write/draw?

Sorry there's so many 😅 you don't have to answer them all if you don't want to.

I absolutely ADORE your art btw, it is so amazing and so nice to look at and it's just ✨✨✨

Anywizzle, I hope you have a great rest of your day/night :]

4.) I guess I became an official fan a little bit after the Rise movie came out. Of course, I had known about TMNT when I was pretty little cuz my older sib was a fan. I also watched a bit of the 2003 show and 2012 show growing up ✨

18.) I really like Big Mama. She's such a slay 💖 I also really like Rise!Shredder and the Mud Dogs

19.) Cassandra 😭💙✨ that's my girl 💙 Also April cuz she kicks major ass and is such a good friend fr fr 💚

27.) Angst 😌 but like, relatable angst~ So, written or drawn trauma that speaks to me, I suppose. It's a major reason why I adore EMD so much. It makes me feel seen and understood in a way that hits so hard in such a good way augh yess

28.) That's a good question, and one that I can't say I've thought too much about, to be so honest. I think, for me, I would like to see more of Big Mama's assistant on my dash, but that's more so me just being out of the loop hehe 😅 There is another more serious topic that I would like to see be talked about, but I don't really have the words to articulate it currently.

33.) Whew, um...if not the 3K celebration I did for EMD (cuz that was so fun to create hehe~) then maybe some of the more rendered pieces I've made for my own au (rip TWFTB). Although, I love a lot of the stuff I draw for EMD for many reasons <3

Here are some of my overall faves in no particular order~

I don't yap about or draw for my own au anymore, but that's okay/gen

35.) I love drawing f!April and f!Cassandra being all lovey-dovey 💕 It seriously makes me so happy and I should draw them more 😤♥️ Also, I loved drawing f!Raph and f!Leo co-leading in the resistance in my au.

No worries at all! I love these ask games and I very much appreciate your curiosity 🤗✨

Also AAAWEEE!!! Thank you so much!! 🥹💙 I really appreciate it 🙌🙌 I hope you have a great day/night as well 🌟 Thank you again!!

(:

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Paper Hearts anniversary

Today passes exactly a year since I published the first chapter of PH and at the same time joined the BC fandom.

I want to thank everyone who supported me through this amazing journey. Tumblr is annoying and is not letting me tag people so I will make few posts with some special thanks yous 🥺 Treat this post as the main one of sorts.

There will be few of these and I'm sorry I probably won't get to everyone. If you're not there please don't take it as if I don't appreciate you, because I really do. I also won't talk too much, because we would be sitting here all day, but I really wanted to thank few people directly. Also it's a PH anniversary, so that's what I'm focusing on with these.

Have a little art of my blorbos. These characters gave me so much and I didn't expect to love them as much as I did. I had PH plot obviously planned beforehand, but while writing I fully connected to the Silvas and in a way discovered Helena.

If you're curious about the story how PH came to be here's an explanation post.

PH gave me so much this year. I talked to my friends about it when I was very emotional, that this fic in fact will come to an end at some point. It was then when I summarised some of the amazing things PH gave me.

This story is the reason I engaged in the fandom in the first place I wouldn't have posted my art if not for PH Posting the fic kind of started everything But it also brought so much change to my rl

It got me through a serious break up. I learned how to have fun by myself, made new friends, saw who were the fake ones, laughed a lot, cried as well, stayed up many nights, learned how to draw, had an escape when uni was hard, learned how to be true to myself and brave. but I suppose most of all PH brought back my inner child I lost it four years ago, when my life hit me hard and it took me 3 years to get it back to start dreaming and coming up with stories again to go back to my fantasy world

now you know the story behind my username 💕

Thank you BC fandom for accepting me here and giving me this little corner to call my "internet home".

[xxnashiraxx]

✨Ali's Birthday Bash! #2✨

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11| Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

Part 2!!!!!!!!! 💕 I am terrified of running out of these before I'm caught up, so I'm currently grinding away- I've been seeing all the things you all have tagged me in or sent into my ask box and I'm not ignoring, I love you all so much, I'm just grinding!

💗 Now, on to the main event: two more portraits!

divider here!

Mavka (for @pinkberrytea)

Berry!!! 💕I know that I just pretty much professed my undying love to you on your bday, but buckle up cause I'm gonna do it again! (I was never one for those birthday/christmas combo gifts- BELIEVE ME) I am so so happy that I met you! I know that I say that a lot, but you are such an amazing person with such a kind heart, and you deserve every kindness! You've been such an amazing, supportive person, and I wonder each day what I did to deserve it 🥺 Thank you for being one of my best friends and such a source of light and positivity- this fandom and WORLD is a better place with you in it 💕

I hope I did consort Mav justice! She was a struggle, but I'd like to say a fun one! The hair was a constant battle, and I believe it has come out okay! My favorite part is always the make-up! I hope you like! 🩸

Sabine (for @caffeinatedmunchkin)

Do I only know how to draw the right side of faces? Is my hair linework slightly vague and confusing? Yes! But- a year or so ago I could barely do hair justice, so I'm gonna stick to my fun little blobs! 😁ROSE MY BELOVED 🌹 I hope you like her! Sabine hit me like a truck with her pretty face and wonderful backstory, and I love her so much!! I hope she kinda looks like your Sabine! I had a hard time haha 💚

You are INCREDIBLE- I will not hear a single word against that. I just want to shine a light on you, if I'm able, and highlight the boundless love and joy you've brought not only me, but I know so many other authors. You yourself are a force all your own- your writing is beautiful, and though I have yet to play Dragon Age, the way you write sucks me in- I'm sorry I haven't been able to say it much beyond the bits I've read, but your talent is lovely, and your personality priceless 💚ABBA BESTIES FOREVER 💚You deserve a thousand portraits, and I am so grateful you found me in this maze we call the internet! I am so thankful for you!

There will be more! Pray for me to get through them all (cause you could be next! Yes that's a threat!) Love you guys!!

[elenthyaolyenths]

DAY 15- «On Thin Ice» Good Omens AU - Triptych Tribute, last part.

To @blairamok. Thanks for everything...!

Please, listen to this?

"Our love is..."

I, I can't get these memories out of my mind And some kind of madness has started to evolve And I, I tried so hard to let you go But some kind of madness is swallowing me whole

I have finally seen the light And I have finally realized What you mean...

And now, I need to know, is this real love Or is it just madness keeping us afloat?

And when I look back at all the crazy fights we had It's like some kind of madness was taking control

And now I have finally seen the light And I have finally realized What you need

But now I have finally seen the end And I'm not expecting you to care, no That I have finally seen the light And I have finally realized

I need to love...!

...I need to love.

Come to me just in a dream Come on and rescue me Yes, I know, I can't be wrong

And baby, you're too headstrong Our love is

...Our Love is Madness, yeah.

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Hello, dear Good Omens fam ^_^

I hope you enjoyed this last fantasie of mine as much as I did. Thanks so much for reading until here. It means a lot to me. Thanks to @blairamok for blessing us with his wonderful AU! I wish you the best, dear!

I have some family duties for a few days and I'll have to travel, so I don't know if I will be able to draw/publish any Daily Challenges for a while. Maybe this is just the sign that I HAVE to go back to simple things, simple challenges, simple ideas, just like at the beginning.

That was one Hell of a journey until now. Thank you all for following me in this challenge. I am learning so much while having fun. Aaand a little bit of pressure too - because HEY ANXIOUS PERSON, that's what I am - but it's almost always a good kind of pressure.

I have drawn more in two weeks that I have ever had in 10 years. This is such a relief to be able to do it, and such a wonderful thing to share my art with you and have your feed-back. Please, please, never stop telling me what you like and what you want me to draw! l would love to read any Challenge Ideas in the tags/comments section.

As for me, I'll try to never stop drawing, ever again.

Have a wonderful day/evening, my dear GO fam.

Elenthya

Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day

Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour

Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished

Max time allowed: 2 hours, as usual for my Daily Challenges. or 3-4 hours because it a Tribute to - 8 hours. EIGHT. HOURS. One-shot. Yeah, I know. Time to think about my own rules. Or, no Tribute works for a while. Plus, I love their figure but Crowley face drove me mad. Ugh.

Today's theme chosen by me:

Well, the song speaks for itself, doesn't it? :-) I previously wanted to use "Glorious" because this one is my favourite above all MUSE songs - the instrumental, the voices, everything in this song transports me. But the more I was trying to use the lyrics for this artwork, the more it feels inaccurate. So... Sorry, dear "Glorious". Another time. ;-)

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[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

reminder that there's actual rewards on the [patreon] again, making button pins is actually really fun more people should sign up so I have an excuse to make more of them lol (still unfortunately US only tho due to shipping cost, even domestic shipping takes up a third of the price by itself)

readmore for length as usual

on [keyboard] @ceylonsilvergirl said: me tryna find the function buttons on the computer

so real, I type like a pro but I never know which function key is where when I need it lol

on [tantrum] @kingdedede8 said: just like me fr fr, i think we should be able to throw a fit more as adults. as a treat

sometimes a healthy expression of emotion is calmly telling someone "hey dude that was super uncool when you said that hurtful thing." sometimes it is going to a quiet room and dramatically flinging yourself to the ground.

on [shopping] @macro-microcosm said: dang prev you've perfectly captured my mood in the ttrpg and tc game space

if I'm gonna be collecting cards, I want them to be visually appealing!! if I'm gonna be playing a game, I want it to be fun!!! (also I did get the lorcana starter set but we've only played a few games, I do like the split focus thing of being able to work towards the win condition without having to wipe out all your opponent's characters first)

anonymous asked: Blows up his pancakes with mind.

I can't believe you've done this

on [yakuza] @joekingv1 said: *hands the Gorb of Dojima a Staminan XX*

*wastes it immediately losing the first round of an underground tournament*

on [pomegranate] @kingdedede8 said: i always love the little stories you put in the tags :)))

lol I'm glad, sometimes I got a lot of thoughts about fruit that I wanna share!

on [whap] @eepydreamygenie said: i kinda want to print this and then i can use sticky notes so he can whap different things and possibly things that annoy me

that is such a fun idea, just whatever the irritant of the day is lol (@ceylonsilvergirl had a [similar] thought)

on [above] @theraphos said: me asking you to put the lid back on the soup pot please you are letting all the warm out (i am in the soup pot) (in case that was unclear) (i'm soup)

please. you are letting all the warm out. (this is a delightful set of thoughts lol)

on [bath] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I want to fall asleep in a too hot bathtub without waking in cold water or potentially drowning

bro. did you know that they make bath tubs that self heat to the exact temp you want and can maintain that temp and even self-fill to just the right volume with just a button press. standard american bathtubs are Pathetic in comparison. whenever we finally get a permanent home I'm gonna demand a fancy japanese bath. (they're super common in manga, but that does not mean they are common in reality lol) (can't help you with the drowning part tho)

anonymous asked: hi! just wanted to say that this blog brings me so much joy💕 ur drawings are so cute & i love them so much

thank you! highly recommend regularly drawing A Little Guy

on [ono] @mostgeniusone said: I thought that was a weird upside down smile for a second.

I mean like, you're not wrong lol. pleasantly optimistic perhaps

[beebundt]

would you mind sharing a bit about Angel's character design and the process of developing it? are there qualities of her personality/story that inform her appearance that you haven't shared so far? have you talked about her tattoos yet??

yeah absolutely!!! i have a Lot i could say here actually because its my favorite thing to think about when designing a character! this is going to get a little long. thanks for the question! 💕💕

to begin with, since she's paired with 2D ill be comparing the two a bit here. i intentionally wanted to use a lot of curves in her initial design from the git go (body shape, her curly hair, etc.) and generally contrast other features against his, so how i draw him with circle eyes, i draw her with much sharper ones, or him being like 6 ft and shes short af. which is not to say there's any real importance behind that besides my satisfaction seeing this scrawny coward of a man tower over this 4'9 chill af beef queen and knowing she could easily snap him in half if she wanted & he'd worship her for it. but anyway it is something i consider in contrast to 2D even in outfits. not that it's purely the only way they dress or anything, but angel tends to wear a lot more leather + punk elements in comparison to him so there's also contrast in style there reflective of their general attitudes.

her development + concept is sort of an odd one for me because i already had a mostly clear idea of what kind of character i wanted to make from the start, im sure it has something to do with just how long i've already been into gorillaz so ive.... def had the time to think about it lol. here are some REALLY rough sketches from the very first time i drew her, they're very ugly bc i never expected anyone to see but just want to show how little she's actually changed from initial conception? disregarding style ofc. i can't really explain my motives anymore than i wanted someone who was not afraid to challenge 2D, equally as wild + independent, but also supports his vulnerabilities, is protective of him. someone who would be similar to murdoc in attitude in a lot of ways but uses it to protect, not destroy.

spitballing some little stuff because ive been so in my head im not exactly sure what i've shared and what i havent lmao. some things angel used to do were habitual out of insecurity like when she used to straighten her hair from teenage-young adult years, but then started wearing it natural from p3 and on, or plucking her eyebrows so much she doesn't have really left anymore & has to draw them in. also her brothers used to make fun of her tooth gap and shit when she was a kid so she stopped open smiling but since being 2D she's felt confident about it again. has a lot of tats + piercings bc she was big into the rock/punk scene way back and that's something i try to show at least a little throughout her wardrobe no matter the phase. like an aging rock fan trying to get with the times. her style does get more "modern"? as the phases go on though, so her rock influences become a bit harder to spot by p7, but are most prevalent p2 & p4.

for tattoos, i have talked a little about it on her toyhouse page but ill go more into it here!! all current tattoos include:

large wings on her upper back - angel symbolism of course. she really leaned into liking her name the she older she got because it almost became a sense of pride to her as she's sort of a local legend to the general community. so with this one she got to represent that, her community and friends is what gives her her wings.

long roses + stems from her right forearm to her shoulder/collarbone - honestly she just fucks with it. was done by a friend who wanted to test her skills on her & angel really does not give af so ofc she was on board with that.

a small star under her left collarbone - represents an old friend she used to know and is put there so she can always keep them close to her heart.

a chubby cupid with a bow and arrow on the top of her right upper thigh - dare by a friend because they thought it was funny. plus you know. angel symbolism with her name. anyway the arrow points directly at her you know.

a heart with an arrow through it on her left shoulder - used to have her ex best friend/crush’s name on it but she had it completely removed later when they had a big falling out, so it's just the heart now. was one of the first things she had tattooed on her when she was a teenager)

a large black scorpion just below the left shoulder and all down her upper arm - represents her old band, the scorpion was a symbol they used for a one-off album.

a dagger with a snake wrapped around the blade on her left forearm - honestly she just fucks with it. another done by a friend to test on her.

and a small cross on her left middle finger - she grew up in a christian household, although she's atheist, it still holds some comfort to her. but mostly it's just funny to flip murdoc off with (and why she initially got the tattoo lmao bc she cant stand his ass)

when thinking about angel's design/lore i have to be mindful that not even gorillaz cares this much about their own lore or go deep into it at all lmao. so i always struggle with how far should i cross that line in the name of developing an interesting character i can imagine for the world and how much i should step back and be like.... "its just gorillaz bro" lmfao. so i TRY (keyword try) to only briefly go over some things in her lore and not dig too deep into it. but its hard being a gorillaz fan and wanting to be invested 💔

[morrowlegacy]

I tried that art challenge where you put your tablet on the black and white setting and then pick a color palette and reveal what your art looks like in the end! I’m kind of going through an art block so I wanted to do something fun and quick to get some creativity flowing. I’ve never done it before and I had a lot of fun! I think Meredydd looks like she’s in a scene from a superhero comic and I’m here for it! 😂

It was cool that even though I didn’t know what colors I was using, it stayed relatively similar to her actual color scheme! Like the greenish color for her blonde hair and the blue for her eyes!

Also I wanted to say a big thank you for all the love on my last drawing! (the traditional art one) You all gave me confidence to do more traditional art, so I just want you all to know how much I appreciated your kind words! I’m going to try and reply to all the comments on that post soon! 💕

Anyways here are the two versions of the drawing and the actual palette I randomized! I definitely want to do this challenge again!