#Thank you to those who have been enjoying my art! Feel free to reach out whenever

[cupoflemonslices]

These are my earliest attempts at drawing Lemongrab that I have access to, I first wanted to try my usual more semi realistic/less stylized artstyle, but soon decided I prefer the cartoon style better! So that's what you will see going forward

Still, the whole point of this blog is to just have more art of him out there for me and others, so even if I don't like them as much, I should share them as well!

[from sometime around mid July, 2024]

[narcjsistx]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

✶ kaiser micheal soldier official art x fem reader

✶ word count: 1.1k (1152)

The smell of disinfectant mixed with blood is something you've become accustomed to since you've been here. The months spent at the shelter have passed quickly, yet the letters you sent so long ago don't seem to have been received, as you haven't had any response from your family

Or maybe they received the letters, but they chose not to respond. Maybe they are still angry with you for what happened, since it is not usual for a woman to run away from her family. But you didn't run away... or rather, you did, but only temporarily. At the end of the war you will return home as a married woman, perhaps even with a child in your womb. But maybe that's exactly why your family didn't respond to the letters

"Y/n, he's here" your companion says, as she rubs some liquid medicine on the soldier's knee; the man groans in pain, but you pay no attention as you step out of the tent, pushing aside the fabrics that protect it from the cold. Adjusting the miserable uniform you are wearing, you head towards the end of the shelter, passing through the bodies of the dead and living soldiers, plus those of the nurses and your companions

You step outside, placing a hand against your face to shield yourself from the sun. The light wind gently blows your clothes away, as you hear someone coming in front of you, stopping a few inches away. Smile spontaneously, lowering your arm to see who is in front of you, even if you already know it thanks to the similar smell

"Kaiser!" you say happily, as the pale face of the man you love comes into your view. Michael takes off his soldier's hat, squeezing it between his fingers as he raises his hand to place it on your rosy cheek. You tilt your face, burying your cheek in his warm palm, as if that hand hadn't taken the lives of a lot of people. But you're at war, you can't say anything against him, he's the best of his squadron and he has to do what he has to do

“Liebe” the man says, running his fingers over your cheek. Kaiser takes a few steps forward, awkwardly placing his hat on your head. You giggle, as his free hand lands on your other cheek, cupping your face in his hands “My savior”

"I'm glad to see you here. You worried me when you didn't come to my dorm last night" you say worriedly, remembering the anxiety you had felt. Kaiser is fighting a few miles away from the soldiers' shelter, and every day he tries to come to you in the morning or at night. But yesterday he didn't show up and knowing that at the front there is hard fighting, you got scared

"I know. The commander asked me to watch over some cadets" he says, taking a long breath. You nod, focusing more on the fact that your man is finally here. The sun shines on the gold trim of his uniform, the soft grey fabric accentuating his slender form. You smile, breathing a sigh of relief at seeing him alive, which is not a given "Will you stay with me tonight?" you ask hopefully, looking forward to finally feeling his tired, scarred body collapse into you, hugging you tightly. Kaiser nods "I'll be with you late at night. Wait for me, Liebe"

"Of course I will!" you say smiling even happier, happy to know that you can be with him again tonight. Micheal stares at you for a few seconds, thoughtful, then pulls your face against his, lifting your chin to better position your lips on his. You are surprised, then standing on tiptoe to reach a more comfortable height, while you enjoy the affection of your soon-to-be husband. His free hand makes room for your lower back, pushing you against him so you don't escape, as if you even remotely intend to. His lips press needily against yours, the same way he does every time because he knows he isn't absolutely sure he'll see you one last time. He's strong, you know that too, but war kills even the most hopeful

It is precisely for these kisses that you decided to follow him, when he made the decision to go and fight at the front. You have known each other since you were children, and there has always been a deep love between you, even if you have to hide it: it is not common for women to have a boyfriend before the man her family will choose as her future husband. And yet, you know for absolute certainty that you would never love someone like you love this blond boy. Your family hates him, and his father hates you, but you still decided to go with him because of how strong your feelings are, because of how much you need to feel him on your lips. You took the vows of a nurse in a soldiers' shelter near him, and as soon as the war ends he promised to marry you and make you happy, more than he already does. If you get married again, your family won't be able to separate you, especially if there could be a possible child in your womb involved once married. But the war won't end soon, or at least that's what he tells you in the evenings when he sinks into your arms. So there's still a wait

"It could all be over in less than a year, if our squadron continues to annihilate. The enemy is weak, but we must continue to advance to end all this" he says, briefly breaking away from your lips, only to leave a kiss on the tip of your nose "But, if all this is true, it means that in less than a year you will be my wife. And that is what drives me to go on, knowing that I will finally have you beside me constantly, in a house of our own and with children born of our love. I fight to have you mine as soon as possible" he says, removing his hat from your head, moving some hair from your forehead to leave a kiss "And I will make you happy, and I will be if I know that you will love me every day like the first" he says, in an affectionate tone, the one that convinces you more and more that you have made the right choice

"I can't wait, Kaiser" you say, holding onto him, the fabric of his uniform smeared against your body "I can't wait for all of this to happen. Our children will be so happy" you say, lovingly, and he nods, hugging you close to him

"They will be, just like us. At the end of the war, we will be happy, very happy, Liebe"

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

[miku-earth]

miku.earth update: September 15

Hi all! This is a lil progress update for those interested. In a rush? Here's the cliff notes!

The map site at miku.earth is back: sorry for the delay in fixing it! Check it out: it has six hundred Mikus!

Including the hyuge ol' queue, we've collected over 3,100 mikus!

Representation is important! I've been using some fancy stats to avoid bias. To that end, please help make sure we have a Miku in every African country!

oh hey! you clicked 'keep reading!' well hi! here is your Miku Direct. . The map site, miku.earth, is back!

I ran into a kinda complex issue and it was a whole Thing. I was working on the site the whole time though! Sorry for the delay, and I hope you enjoy now it's back up and running.

This site has six hundred Mikus on the map, and more are added each week. It was recently rebuilt from scratch (fun fact! I am not a web developer) so I hope it is far zippier and less glitchy as before. A mobile-friendly version is coming soon too!

Also: check out the new search feature! In addition to the title, artist name and region(s), it can also search for the categories indigenous and historic!

cw: this video involves moving around a 2D map with some speed. on the site itself site, this only happens when you hit the Enter key.

We've reached more than 3,100 mikus!

Even at its Miku-per-hour speed, the queue will continue until 2025 at least! This is with thanks to an incredible number of contributions, including donations of literal thousands of links.

Thank you so much to @awnowimsad, @worldmikuposter @the-hatsune-miku-trend, @communist-hatsunemiku, @council-of-beetroot, L-A and a whole host of DMers and emailers for helping get this far.

Oh and by the way: over two thirds of the collection are tumblr posts! Given that this was originally a twitter trend… if you know any Twitter users who are into this trend, please reach out. Some napkin math tells me there are at least 10,000 works of art total out there, which is, by the way, surreal. Let's make sure not a single one is lost.

If you're super curious, the collection is public! I have some tools to auto-annotate (I do not want RSI), but be aware the backlog isn't vetted.

Representation is important!

Fun as this trend is, this project was always intended as a serious study into how people represent their own culture through artwork. I'm no anthropologist, but I feel it is important to make sure this collection is respectful and bias-free. If we're to represent the world, we have to avoid underrepresentation!

To that end I've used some fancy statistics to calculate a "representation value" for each country. Here's a table if you're into the stats of it! This info is handy to help me with the queue – especially with tweets as they're a lil more effort than a carefully-tagged reblog. Of course, Indigenous, hyperspecific and low-note Mikus get priority.

And, well, of course you can see on the site there are purple regions for countries still missing a Miku. In particular, please help me make sure every country in Africa is represented.

Thank you for reading!

Phew! That was a lot. If you're still curious, please check the behind-the-scenes and source code. I work in the open! Even if my code is probably messy.

And if you're a programmer, issues and pull requests are welcome! This is actually a static site, so it's purdy easy to develop.

[miintsprigz]

Hello! I loved your mercs x artist reader! I ran into it when I started a Spy art piece a few days prior. (Spooky!) I wanted to request something! Headcanons about a (g/n) reader fear-punching the mercs out of instinct. Like, what if scout just jumped out at the reader and the reader fucking DECKS him on accident. Preferably all mercs, but if that's too much, then just Scout, Spy, and Medic. Obv feel free to ignore, but thank you for your other written pieces!

Oooh, y’all have such good requests!!!

I’ll be honest, I’m pretty sleepy right now, but Scout, Spy, and Medic are some of my favorite mercs to write for, so I can definitely write those three.

May make a part two with the others when I have a bit more energy!

I hope you enjoy, dear Anon ^^

Characters used: Scout, Spy, Medic (TF2)

Warnings: Bit of blood, stuff relating to anxiety.

Scout:

Finally, the weekend was here. It had not been a good week for you in the slightest, and you were glad that it was done. You could unwind and take it easy now.

Kicking your shoes off as you entered, you closed the door, only to be greeted with a sudden blast of noise.

“Boo!”

Without even thinking, your hand curled into a fist, shot out and struck the figure square in the jaw. About a second later, you recognized the voice as belonging to the Scout.

“Ow!!! What the—?!” He groaned in pain, rubbing the side of his face.

“O-oh my gosh, Scout…I, I’m so sorry…”

He curled his lips inward for a second, biting them. Jeremy wasn’t mad at you—truly, he wasn’t, although it hurt crazy bad.

His first reflex when punched was to punch back…but he wasn’t going to punch you. Never you. So he had to freeze for a second, taking a deep breath, rolling his head to the side.

You kept apologizing, hands starting to shake a bit. Quickly, gently, he reached up and took ahold of one of them, gently squeezing his fingers around the back of it, tapping them almost rhythmically against your skin.

A small smile made its way to his face, shaking his head slightly.

“…ya know, if I was just getting back here, and someone jumped out at me…I think I’d slug ‘em too. You’re okay, (Y/N)… I’m sorry I scared ya.”

You wanted to cry for a second, and he could tell. Pulling you in quick, he brought his other arm up to hug you quickly.

“You okay?”

“I-I’ll be fine, just gotta breathe…did I hurt you too bad—”

“Been hit way worse than that, doll. Ya do got a mean right hook on ya though.”

You laughed, and that helped to catch your breath.

“Let me get you some ice…”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine, I’m tough…” Reaching up to gingerly touch the spot he’d been struck resulted in a wince though.

You jerked your head towards the kitchen. “C’mon.”

“Arright, if it makes ya feel better…”

“Oh shush.”

A quiet laugh cued you in that he’d be just fine after some ice.

He was noticeably careful with you as the day went on. You could tell he felt bad, but you’d said it was okay…and if he could take anyone at their word, it was you.

____

Medic:

Good word, you hadn’t been sent through respawn, but with how much your head hurt, you were starting to think that might have been a better deal than what you got.

Immediately, you sought out the Medic. If anyone could help you recover, it was him, of course.

You figured you’d just wait outside his office until he came back…not realizing he was already there. Hearing you outside, the doctor slowly, silently opened the door, and went to tap you on the shoulder.

Obviously, you hadn’t expected to see anyone, let alone feel a hand on you, and the pain had you on autopilot, so you spun around and—

“Ach!”

“Medic??? Crap—you scared me, I didn’t mean—I’m sorry, I—I just need—it hurts so bad—!”

Great. So now you were in pain after a long day, and you’d (accidentally) clobbered the only guy who could fix it! This was one of those “last straw” moments though, and Medic could tell.

“Oh (Y/N), no need to explain! Take a breath for a moment, bitte (please)! I promise I am fine…oh no…”

You tried to breathe, but it caught in your throat. His eyes were locked onto you, gently grasping your shoulders. Tears had threatened to spill down your face, and this got them falling. You sniffled, trying to keep composed.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“There there, come, walk with me…”

The two hands on your shoulders became one hand gently grasping yours, leading you to a cot in his office to take a seat.

“Where is the pain? Point. I will fix it.”

Somehow, the compassion and somewhat surprising gentleness only made you cry more, but you pointed to your head.

“Ooh, ja, after what I saw you put through today, I’m not surprised—my head would hurt, too.”

Before you knew it, a light flickered on above you, and as the machinery whirred, your pain waned and disappeared entirely.

“There! Good as new.”

Your voice broke when you tried to speak. “Doc…”

“What is it? Does it still hurt? That shouldn’t be…”

He leaned down a bit so that he was on eye level with you. You shook your head.

“I punched you…I didn’t mean to punch you, I didn’t even want to, I…I’m so sorry…”

You knew you’d calm down in a minute, but right now you couldn’t help yourself, and it seemed like he understood that. Before you knew it, he’d hugged you tightly, holding you close to his chest. Tousling your hair lightly with one hand, he shushed you softly.

“Shh shh shh…it’s alright, Liebling, I know reflexes when I see them. I shouldn’t have done that—I’ll tell you that it’s me next time, that’s all! If I can patch you up, I can do the same to myself, so…it’ll be like it didn’t even happen!”

You laughed a bit, and felt him rest his chin against the top of your head before both of you pulled apart.

Once again, his hand grasped yours, and he quickly took your other one too.

“Feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah…thanks, Medic. I appreciate it.”

“Of course, (Y/N). Of course.”

________

Spy

Being a close companion of the silent killer, it only made sense that he’d scare you by mistake at some point. Without even meaning to.

You’d even imagined the scenario in your head. And yet. When it actually happened, you still weren’t ready.

Waking up after a series of weird dreams, you went to head downstairs to grab some water and hopefully head back to bed.

Standing there, with the only real light source being the tiny bulb in the back of the fridge, you grabbed a cup and filled it up, not even bothering to sit down to drink it.

Feeling someone brush against your shoulder, you flinched hard and felt your fist go up of its own accord.

It made contact, with a yelp following it.

“Ah!”

“…Spy? Oh no…”

The Spy held one hand over his nose, groaning quietly.

“Hello, (Y/N). You’re up rather early.”

“I’m so sorry, you scared me—”

There was a brief flash of realization over his eyes, and you recognized a bit of shame.

“…you know what, fair enough. I did not think that through.”

Pulling his hand back revealed that he was bleeding quite a bit. “…well, that’s not good. Excuse me.”

Spy was so…matter of fact, about this? It almost put you at ease, but not quite enough. You followed him as he briskly walked to the bathroom, having to scramble along a bit to keep up with him.

“Did I break it?”

“No, I don’t believe so. Breaks hurt much more than this.”

It wasn’t too surprising to hear that someone who was basically a secret agent had broken his nose before.

He looked over at you with confusion flitting across his face, having finally cleaned up most of the blood. Brows furrowed together, he sounded truly puzzled.

“…(Y/N), you didn’t strike me as being afraid of blood.”

“I-I’m not!” You didn’t like how sharply your voice came out, but you couldn’t seem to change it much.

“Well, what’s the matter then? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Spy, I…I punched you. I hurt you.”

“Hmm, debatable really. Punched me, yes. Hurt me? Only for a moment. The bleeding is already stopping.”

You looked at him, bewildered, and felt your face quickly heating up. His expression softened, sighing quietly as the slightest trace of a smile came to his face.

“…Mon coeur (my heart), I’m alright. Please, don’t get yourself upset over it.”

Without thinking about it, you stumbled forward slightly and hugged him. He stepped back a bit at first, surprised, but quickly followed suit, stroking your hair.

“Takes a lot more than that to hurt me. Besides, I took you completely off-guard. I’d argue you just demonstrated sharp reflexes.”

Once Spy pulled back, you realized he was still in that suit.

“Well, at least there’s no blood on your suit.”

With a chuckle, he smirked at you. “Yes, good point.”

“…Why are you fully dressed at this hour anyway? Do you sleep in it?”

Spy rolled his eyes at you. “Absolutely not. I just got back. Late night mission, you see.”

“Ohhhh…”

Leaning against the bathroom counter, a playful tone warmed his voice. “If it will set you at ease, I can regale you with the tale…”

Yes, Spy loved to talk about himself, but this genuinely did seem like it was an attempt to help you calm down. Eagerly, you scrambled to sit on the edge of the tub, playfully resting your chin in your hands as if ready to hang onto every word.

With a snort, he shook his head. “I don’t think this would be a good place for it.”

“Oh!”

Quickly, you got to your feet again, and he bit back a grin as he slipped his arm around your shoulders, heading over to his smoking room.

[ihatedtoadmit]

Art study

pairing: Bang Chan x gn! reader

genre: ...suggestive

warnings: nothing actually happens, so none besides teasing

word count: ~1.3k

summary: You're doing an art study on muscles, and who's a better candidate for reference than your wonderful boyfriend who keeps feeding his delulu fanbase with half-naked pictures?

a/n: Well well well, Nat, you don't have to pay to see me write something like this after all (if you will ever see this, because no chance am I tagging you or anyone, dear). Here, have fun, this is the most spice anyone can get out of my asexual ass.

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All rights reserved. Please do not steal, repost or feed my work into AI. Thank you!

You were a very reserved person, something your partner knew all too well. Every touch the two of you shared throughout the entirety of your relationship had no heat behind it, each one only fueled by pure adoration and love. Never once did a kiss turn hungry, hell, there had barely been any kisses the two of you had shared due to your lack of need for the action. Chan knew it all too well, and while he craved more, he also respected it. The last thing he wanted to do was to make you uncomfortable, and so he’d never stepped over that line.

That was the exact reason for his current shyness, the confusion that wanted to sit onto his face hard to mask. There he stood in your doorway, the desk before your hunched form cluttered with pencils and little crumbs of dirty erasers. You were entirely too focused on the task at hand to notice your boyfriend's presence, the song that flowed through your headphones much too loud to hear any footsteps or even words. And so you continued drawing, clueless about anything as your lover watched you work, eyes flitting between your sketch and the endless reference pictures on your screen.

Pictures about him, his back fully on display and unclothed.

A touch broke you out of your concentration as you erased a line for the fourth time, scaring you into throwing away the pencil in your clutches just so you could tear the headphones off your head.

“Interesting art you have there, love.” - Chan mused, yet his skin was as flushed as ever.

You joined him as you could feel your own skin heating up, ashamed that you’d been caught like this. Eyes looked at everything besides your boyfriend, yet you found comfort in that warm touch of his.

“I was just… doing a study, on muscles.” - the words were but a mere whisper, hand quickly reaching to minimise your browser and just hide it from a certain pair of prying eyes.

Still, there was a feeling clawing at the cage of your soul, ripping at the flesh to be let out and rampage freely. It was feral and vicious, planting a thought into your head that seemed impossible to get out, no matter how alien it felt. You could feel your breath hitch at the image that popped into your head, memories of the images you had been staring at for a while now overlapping.

The hand on your shoulder gently squeezed, breaking you out of your derailing thoughts.

“I don't mind, baby, it just… caught me off guard? Glad you enjoyed my performances though.” - Chan’s voice was light, mixing well with the shyness he was trying to hide.

It only urged that fierceness inside to break free, granting you a surge of confidence you would have never had otherwise.

Without any words you finally glanced up at the man you loved, finding him utterly handsome; you would hone your artistic skills for the rest of your life just to capture a fragment of that beauty. His skin was dusted with a faint red, ears painted by the deepest of shades. Those eyes you loved to get lost in were alight with an emotion you had seen them only hold whenever he looked at the boys, and it took your breath away within a heartbeat.

Your body moved on its own, towering over him as you now stood. His hair was still slightly wet from the shower he must have just taken, and you just knew he had been originally on his way to his room to swap his bathrobe for those comfy, black clothes he loved to don in his free time.

He searched your gaze, unsure, yet trusting. His hands comfortably placed themselves onto your hips; their touch was warm, the man before you always running hot. It was something you loved as he balanced out your always cold hands wonderfully, reaching the perfect temperature you both enjoyed.

“Hey, love. How was work today?” - you asked, leaning closer than usual as you swiped those dark curls out of Chan’s face. He leaned into your touch, eyes closing for a second as he thought about his answer.

“The usual, although Hyunjin managed to piss off Minho again. It was a shoe this time that was the weapon, by the way.” - there was an airiness of joy to his words, yet no laugh accompanied it.

No, Chan was entirely too enamoured with the look you were giving him, as if you were worshipping him with your eyes alone. And maybe you were. With each look you studied the way your lover's skin moved, the shadows conforming accordingly. It lured you in, as if Chan was the siren and you were his prey, fated to be drowned in the vast oceans and seas.

He didn't move as you took him all in, hands eventually unable to keep themselves away. Your fingers were cold against the warmth of his fair skin, and you could hear his breath hitch, the muscles inside his neck moving beautifully.

There was something different in your touch, that much he knew, yet he wouldn't have it any other way.

As if you had never seen anything like it before, your hands glided over any free expanse of skin you could reach, memorising how the muscles hidden beneath curved and jumped at your touch. Never once did your eyes stray, wanting to remember every little detail. You wanted your art to be perfect, after all, to represent the real thing as closely as possible and that meant every little detail in their complete glory.

Your eyebrows furrowed as the white robe blocked you off, and so you slightly slid it off from one of Chan's shoulders. His hold on you tightened and you glanced at him briefly, seeing an intensity burning in those dark eyes, one you had never seen before.

You were playing with fire, and you could feel the heat of the danger.

Despite the clear wanting signs, you ignored them much like Icarus, hands now gliding down your lover's arm. Each touch held meaning, praising him in silence, singing odes about this man’s beauty. There was something so intriguing about watching the muscles connect to skin and bone, oh so perfectly toned and reacting to every touch of yours.

You stepped even closer, breaths mingling together as you reached into his robe, mapping out the vast skin of your partner's back. Every dip, every rise and imperfection was noted inside your head, the scorching star in Chan's eyes only growing in intensity as time passed. Your eyes flitted between those deadly stars and his neck, seeing it strain, muscles so tight that they jumped out of the skin in that lovely V-shape you could never grow bored of.

Then, as if something snapped, he gripped your waist with incredible force, not giving you a chance to escape. Despite that, no fear took residence inside you, your now warm fingers still laid peacefully on his shoulders.

“And what do I owe this extremely special moment to, baby?” - his words were a deep rumble, eyes begging for an answer with desperation.

“For being the most beautiful human to grace this planet, my wonderful love. Be my muse, please. Let me draw you, let me study you.” - you answered, one hand now cupping Chan's cheek tenderly, despite the uniquely heated situation.

As if that was the magic word to undo his binding, your lover moved, hauling your taller form easily onto the bed with him. There you were now, sat on his lap as he looked up at you expectantly, the intensity and love never diminishing in those bright eyes of his. Your sketchbook was still sitting beside you on the bed where you had originally thrown it at, hands itching to take it and immortalise what you had engraved into your mind in the past few minutes.

“I'll be your muse whenever, baby. All you needed to do was ask.”

[uses-for-fics]

I’m Yours | Manny Rivera

ft Jack Griffin

YN had been heading to the art room to grab some supplies for a class project. Her students are working on creating a skeletal system out of construction paper, combining biology with hands-on creativity.

As YN rummaged through the art room shelves, she heard a voice behind her. “Need any help?”

Startled, she spined around to see Manny, a warm smile on his face. Without missing a beat, she blurts, “If I’d known the school board was visiting today, I wouldn’t have left the kids in charge of the classroom!”

Manny raised an eyebrow, chuckling nervously. "Wait… they’re not actually alone, are they?"

She grinned and shook her head. "Relax, they’re at recess. Mr. Gregory offered to watch my class while I grabbed the supplies."

Manny lets out a relieved laugh and glances at the stack of construction paper and glue sticks in her arms. "Need some help with that?"

"Sure," YN replies with a smile, and Manny grabs a few supplies to lighten her load. As they walk back to her classroom, they fall into easy conversation. Manny teases her about her creative lesson plans, and the topic shifts to their dinner plans for that evening.

“I’m excited for tonight,” Manny says, his tone warm. “You’ve been opening up more, and I’m really glad you’re letting me into your space.”

YN smiles softly. “Thanks for being patient with me. It means a lot. You don’t mind taking it slow?”

“Not at all,” he replies sincerely. As they approached her classroom door, YN hesitated, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Would it be wildly inappropriate if I kissed you at school?”

Manny grins, then gently lifts her hand to his lips, placing a light kiss on it. “How about this for now?” he says, his voice low and affectionate.

YN blushes, their connection palpable even in the brief moment. She opens the door, and they part ways as she prepares to dive back into teaching, already looking forward to the evening ahead.

Later that evening, YN and Manny are enjoying a cozy dinner at her house. The conversation flows easily, with YN recounting her day at school while Manny listens attentively. She giggles as she tells him about a student who glued the construction paper bones to his face instead of the paper skeleton. "But," she laughs, "he got all the bones in the right place, so I gave him a B+ for effort."

Manny chuckles, shaking his head. "That’s one creative way to learn anatomy." As he reaches across the table to hold her hand, YN moves to take his hand in hers but accidentally knocks over his glass of water, spilling it all over his shirt.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” she says, jumping up.

“It’s fine,” Manny reassures her, laughing.

“I think I have an oversized tee somewhere,” she says, heading toward her bedroom. "You can change into that." Manny follows her, amused by her flustered energy. While YN rummages through her dresser, she waves toward the closet. “Feel free to look in there if you want to see if anything works for you.”

As she’s searching, Manny calls out, “Hey, I didn’t know you were a cardigan person! This one’s really comfy!” She turns to see him standing shirtless, wearing an old burgundy cardigan that’s clearly a size too big for her. Manny’s grinning, doing a little spin. “Wow, it even fits me!”

YN stares for a moment before rushing over. “Oh no, Manny, not that one. You shouldn’t wear that.”

Feigning offense, he asks, “What, does it look bad on me?”

She sighs, sitting on the edge of her bed. “It’s not that… It was my ex-boyfriend’s. I forgot I even had it.” Manny immediately softens, sitting beside her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Want to talk about it?”

She hesitates, then begins to open up. “His name was Jack Griffin. We worked at the same school in Toledo. I taught biology, and he taught AP Bio. He was brash, cynical… and, well, magnetic. It was one of those fiery, all-consuming relationships, but it just wasn’t healthy. He was too controlling, too cynical about everything, and he wanted to move faster than I was ready for. I had to end it. He tried to play it off like it was mutual so he could save face, but…” Her voice trails off, and she shakes her head, embarrassed. “Sorry, I’m saying way too much.”

Manny rubs her shoulder gently. “It’s okay. I’m glad you’re comfortable enough to tell me. That stuff’s important.” He stands up and removes the cardigan, setting it aside. Spotting an oversized tee with a Paddy’s Pub logo, he grins. “This will do nicely.” He pulls it on and stretches his hand out to her. “How about we go finish dinner and watch a movie? Your choice.”

She takes his hand and kisses it softly. “Thank you for being so perfect.” The night ends with the two of them cuddled on her couch, accidentally falling asleep while watching Wallace and Gromit. Plates of half-eaten dessert and a shared blanket are the only witnesses to their growing bond.

[whakkicat]

i am leaving

i made a post on my twt about this, but i should make it here as well.

this is my last text post before i archive this account and start elsewhere. video about what’s been happening at some point.

this post will be a personal note to friends, mutuals, communities, etc, and what will happen from here.

brief warning for mentions of abuse

1. i want to start with a word towards the rain world community. first off, i want to thank rain world for giving me a home. for starting me off as an artist. i had never actively participated in a fandom before this, and it was a wonderful experience.

the game brought me and so many of my friends together, i met a lot of amazing artists, some of which i’m still shocked they’re my mutuals, and rain world itself changed my life for the better, i believe. it gave me hope and something to live for when nothing else did.

i’ve always been quite afraid of voicing myself, as i had never participated actively in a fandom before, therefore had never gotten used to talking in one. but to those who’ve stuck around, who have enjoyed my content, thank you.

2. to the people who have been there for me during the worst, who have let me know i am not alone in my suffering, it means so much to me. i really hope that i can still keep contact with many of the people i have met on here.

there have been so many kind people on this platform and it’s been a joy talking to you all. if this is goodbye, to some, i wish you all the best. it’s only what you deserve.

3. i will be reaching out to the main people who i owe art to, regardless of cmms or not. it is unprofessional of me not to keep track of myself and keep everyone waiting. my ADHD has not made it very easy for me. i apologize.

4. this point will mention abuse, so cw dealing and getting out of abuse this year was extremely hard for me, and is still taking its toll on me. it’s part of the reason i can’t stay, because i feel they still have power over me, even if they’re not actively in my life anymore.

as i move on, i don’t want to completely abandon my past, and everything that came out of that abuse in the first place. i am not abandoning myself, or forgetting what i went through. i want to grieve my younger, naive self as i go forward as an artist.

this doesn’t mean i’ve let them win and break me down. i won’t give up on myself. i need to be kinder to myself and heal, so being away from this will help. this also goes out to anyone else trapped in their friendships, relationships. you will be okay. talk to

please do not silence yourself for the sake of other people. your own feelings are just as valid and important as anyone else’s. don’t let people make you feel bad for feeling your own feelings.

5. to mutuals who’d like to stay in contact, i have a priv account on twitter i will mainly be using from now on. it won’t be used as much as it used to, considering this is a hiatus, but it will be where i will reside. you’re free to ask me in dms.

6. i’ve already begun starting over, i won’t be gone completely. if you happen to recognize me in the near future, please do not pester me about it. simply accept that i have restarted, as a brand, as an artist, and i’d like to start over from square one.

7. this account will also be public for the remainder of its existence, however i may clean it up for archival purposes. i don’t want to simply vanish, i am proud of some of the work i have published, and i don’t want it to be forgotten.

it’s a bit odd, considering most of my art is composed of doodles, non-serious jokes, and mostly fanart. hopefully i can make self indulgent art in the future. i’ve always wanted people to know my characters, but was always too afraid to actually talk to people.

closing point i’m sorry if my absence upsets anyone, if you are disappointed in me. i can’t stress enough that this year has been hard enough on me, and being here is hard enough. i want a fresh start. i want to be okay.

i love my fellow artists, my friends, everyone. there’s so many talented people i’ve met and i don’t ever want to forget them. my last post will be my video talking about my experiences this year, previous years, because i feel it’s important for me to come out about it.

this is a goodbye. i will miss many of you. here’s to hoping the rest of the year will be good for everyone! until our paths meet again. good luck out there

[jojikawa]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙞𝙤: 𝙋𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙩 | 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙊𝙣𝙚

WICKED HEARTS

Author’s note: This is a POC FRIENDLY blog. I am a black girl and I want to write more fics that don’t leave the reader racially ambiguous. This is self-indulgent and I’m just sharing it with you. Jojo is far from realistic. So, I don’t need to be either. Please don’t leave hate! Thanks! 

This is a DARK romance so there will be toxic relationship themes, NSFW themes, descriptions of violence, and gore. There will also be unintentional sexism and racism from the characters toward the reader. The reader is canonically black in this AU but it is written for people from all walks of life to enjoy.

MASTERLIST

"You are my JOY..." Art by KDash_01 on Twitter!

I made this chapter into an audiobook. Audio File: The_Bride_of_Dio_Pilot.wav for those who want to listen while reading! I struggle with paying attention while reading. Made with Eleven Labs AI. It mispronounces Dio's name sometimes and tries to voice act. Could be immersion-breaking!

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

You’ve known Erina for some time now. Her family has always been extremely kind to you. Despite your situation, her parents allowed you and your mother to stay with them. Free of charge. Of course, your mother was very adamant about working off any possible favors. Erina never held it over your head or made you feel bad about it. She was so naive and innocent. She always viewed you as a best friend and sister. Not a poor girl living rent-free in her house.

The young girl was a pampered one as well. She had no idea how to put on her dress or do her own hair—but you did. You were always on your own, so you knew how to do a lot of things. You did it for her for a while and then eventually taught her how to do it herself. It was almost like you were her handmaiden. Life was comfortable but…you wanted more. You didn’t want to feel like you were mooching off of your best friend anymore. You never wanted your mother to work herself into an early grave just for you to live like this.

You just…didn’t have the resources to execute anything. After all, you were just a poor girl.

Your life had become boring and monotonous for a few years after realizing this. You spiraled into a depression that was barely visible to anyone but Erina. Unable to help, she would reassure you that you’re a pleasure to have around and that she’s always available to talk to. Unfortunately, that didn’t help. 

You busied yourself with education and chores, hoping that one day, you could find a suitor, just like Erina had. She went on about a boy named “Johnathan Joestar.” It was a very particular name, wasn’t it? Joestar. It came off like a noble name to you. 

Erina would tell you stories of how she believed the boy had a crush on her. It began when you needed to separate from Erina to grab lunch. She planned a picnic for the two of you, but she forgot to grab the basket with all the food. You were kind enough to go fetch it for her and while you were away, a few bullies showed up.

They made fun of her and took the doll she had been showing off to you. They tossed it around and held it out of her reach, making lewd comments about the doll and trying to take its clothes off. Erina claims the Joestar boy fought the bullies, but you were skeptical. Although, she did have a Joestar handkerchief as proof. Perhaps, he did. You were happy that Erina had discovered feelings for someone who seemed to be respectable. It was hard finding decent men these days. Most held no regard for women.

You were almost surprised when things had begun to spice up for you as well. You unexpectedly found yourself in the eye of someone else. This “Jonathan Joestar” has a brother. Dio Brando. 

It was clear that Erina thought poorly of Dio. She told you that he treated Jonathan badly. He kicked his dog on the day he first arrived. You couldn’t understand that. You loved dogs. It was also hard to imagine Dio doing such a thing. You would surely confront him about it.

Erina’s love for Jonathan had been blooming faster than ever. She gushed about it all the time and wanted to go out to eat again for a celebration. You prepared lunch together and made sure she didn’t forget it this time. 

The two of you sat beneath an apple tree. It made for good shade and if Erina wanted fresh fruit, you could easily climb up and grab it for her. You had barely sat down before the girl claimed she saw the Joestar boy and ran off to be with him. She wanted to return his handkerchief that you had washed for her. 

It didn’t help that Erina had become so impulsive like this. Jonathan this, Jonathan that, May I have an apple? Oh, Jonathan’s there! You were all the way at the top of the tree that you had climbed just for her. You had become stuck with no way down.

You tried to work your way down but today you chose to wear fancier footwear. You would slip and probably break your leg. You were beginning to lose hope and the idea of just waiting for Erina to come back and fetch someone to get you became more acceptable.

Then you heard a voice. 

“Erina is a silly one, isn’t she? Leaving you all alone once again.” 

It was deep and smooth but very sly and cunning. A condescending tone.

You looked around, confused about where the voice could be coming from. You couldn’t see anyone just yet. You shuffled around a bit before a person emerged from behind a tree some distance away. You recognized the blond hair and amber eyes. A look that couldn’t be found just anywhere. It was Dio. 

“Oh, it’s just you.” You were genuinely surprised to see him. “Oh? Is one not excited to see yours truly?” He smirked at you before crossing his arms. “Just when you’re in need of help as well.” His speech was slow and sure. He has all the characteristics of a villain from all the books you’ve read from Erina’s library. You remembered that your mother said not to judge people by their outward appearances.

“I believe I can get down on my own.” You informed him, trying your best to find a footing that wouldn’t let you slip. 

Dio walked over to the tree you were stuck in. He held out his arms for you. “If you could get down, then you would have already. Just jump. I can catch you.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” You lowered your gaze. You wanted to get down but Dio was supposed to be this horrible person who kicks dogs and is mean to his brother whom Erina crushes on. 

“You have no other choice.” 

You began to look around. The sun was beginning to set. The evening would come very soon. Your mother would be furious if someone else had to come out and get you. You looked back at Dio. He was patiently waiting for you to make up your mind. So smug and sure of himself. 

“Okay.” You sighed, readying yourself for the jump. The moment you let go of the leverage to move, you slipped anyway, coming off of the tree branch. Dio quickly stepped forward, seemingly catching you with ease. The abruptness of his actions actually caused him to suffer pain in his lower back and leg. You were a bit heavier than he predicted! 

Dio ignored the pain, smirking at you as he held you bridal style. “See. There was nothing to be fearful of. You should learn to trust me.” You huffed at his tone as it sounded semi-condescending. Rolling your eyes, you jump out of his arms and adjust your dress. “To be honest, I thought that you only came here to make fun of how I look.”

The blonde boy tilted his head. “Make fun of you? Why would you think that of me?” Even when his words were of curiosity, his tone made it as though he couldn’t be trusted. 

“Because that’s what everyone does.” 

This made Dio knit his eyebrows together for a brief moment. It was obvious why the others would make fun of you but you seemed to already have an opinion of him. Something he didn’t have control over. “I’m not everyone. I am Dio Brando.” 

The boy before you failed to hide how disingenuous he could be. 

“I know who you are.” You said lazily, not at all caring for your attitude. “Jonathan’s brother.”

 “I am not related to such a talentless oaf!” Dio scrunched up his face in disgust, averting his eyes and crossing his arms. He had a real bone to pick with that innocent boy. You had previously found yourself disbelieving the things Erina had told you of Dio but it was beginning to show. You found it rather funny. You expressed your joy shamelessly, giggling to yourself without the effort of suppression.

“This is how you thank me? By calling Jonathan my brother like we bleed the same blood and laugh in my face?” Dio narrowed his eyes at your behavior but he still held restraint. He had become self-aware enough to realize that he can lash out. This was something he didn’t want to ruin for himself.

“Okay, okay.” You rolled your eyes to the left and gave him a half smile. “Thank you for helping me, Dio.” You then turned to him. “But why exactly did you come over here?”

“Can a boy not go wherever he pleases?” Dio teased you, causing you to frown. His idea was to be flirty with you but it seemed like no matter what he said because the way he says things dictates the reactions. Dio’s smirk fell. You weren’t very privy to flirting, were you? The young man readjusted himself. “When I heard that Jonathan would be coming out to see Erina, I couldn’t help but think about how that girl just leaves you to your own devices.”

“Erina is like my sister and my best friend.” You told him. “I support her relationship with Jonathan. It’s just that-“

“—there’s no one around to support you, yes?”

You pouted, examining his face for any sign of being disingenuous. Your mother taught you how to read people. You needed to be good at it to survive as someone with a low status as yourself. It was the best way to tell when you were being used or discarded. “So, you haven’t come to make fun of me for how I look or that I’m not as rich as you.”

Dio placed one hand on his chest with the other outstretched towards you. “I come from humble beginnings as well. You can see me as…one who gets it. You have to get good at fighting if you want to survive where I’ve come from.” He gloated. This behavior was familiar to you. It was always something you saw men do in the presence of women. He was trying to impress you. Although it was subtle, the things he would gush about were normally about him and things you never asked about. 

You did think Dio was rather cute. You didn’t expect someone with blonde hair and a dumb smile on this face to sound a fair bit intelligent. Let alone, give you any attention that wasn’t negative. You weren’t ugly but the clear beauty standard was someone like Erina. You didn’t look like Erina at all…

“Mmm. I see.” You hummed, humoring him just a little. “So, now that you’re here, Dio, what is it that you would plan on doing?” You smiled at him, causing his pupils to retract while a dusted pink appeared on his cheeks. “I’ve come to get to know this fair maiden that’s been plagued by Lady Erina.”

You giggled. “Oh, I’m not ‘plagued by Erina’ but I appreciate your efforts.” You parted from Dio, beginning to clean up the picnic that you were having with Erina. There was a grunt behind you and recognized it to be Dio. “What’s the use in getting rid of everything when you’ve only just started?”

You turned to look at Dio. Was he trying to eat with you?

“Mm. You’re not as bad as everyone is making you out to be. Is this a prank? Have the city boys sent you to embarrass me?” You questioned as you halted your actions. You went to sit where you previously were, leaving room for Dio to sit as well. He acted on this opportunity, sitting by you in Erina’s place. “Not at all. I’ve come of my own volition.” He answered.

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t believe that at all but all you could do was give him a chance. If he was lying then that would just be something you had to deal with. What followed was completely unexpected!

Dio had come to visit you very often during the day. Sometimes spending the evenings with you too. The pot rumors of Dio became less and less evident as you got to know him. You didn’t know if he could actually commit the horrible things you’d heard of. 

Unbeknownst to you, your presence had caused Dio to behave a lot better. The young devil had been tormenting Jonathan for some time but recently, it didn’t feel like things were that bad. Was it because Jonathan had found salvation in Erina or was it that Dio found salvation in someone else?

Jonathan was unaware of your presence for some time. Dio was very good at keeping his secrets and his whereabouts were no exception. Since the Joestar wanted nothing to do with Dio, any time where the devil disappeared was highly welcomed, but he never would have guessed it was a girl. He heard it from Erina.

The two were together and had spent time swimming. It was clearly a date. Jonathan felt compelled enough by his relationship with the girl to carve their initials into a tree. Very wholesome. It wasn’t too enjoyable for Erina, though, as there was something eating away at her.

Your time with Dio.

Was she jealous? Maybe. This boy who tormented her boyfriend daily was now tormenting her by taking her best friend away. Erina vented to Jonathan.

“Has Dio been acting strange lately?” The girl questioned politely. Jonathan turned his head to the side, thinking for a moment before facing his lover. It was so easy to forget about Dio when he was having such a good time. “I suppose so.” The boy answered. “He hasn’t seemed to be too much of a bother!”

Erina frowned. “I believe that's because he’s spending time with (y/n), my friend.” She sighed. “He could be a bad influence on her.”

Jonathan agreed. Perhaps, Dio wasn’t the best person for you to be around. It was natural for your friend to worry about you, right? So, Erina asked Jonathan to warn Dio to…stay away.

That was a huge mistake. 

Dio only pretended like he had gotten the message. 

“I don’t think you should be talking to Lady (y/n).”

This caused Dio’s mask to begin slipping. Who were they to tell him who he could or could not talk to? He was Dio Brando. He could do anything he wanted. If anything, this made him want to be around you so much more. Anything to piss off those mongrels.

Even after all of this time you had spent with Dio, you still had a hard time believing that everything was real. It wasn’t a negative feeling. It was almost the same as pleasant disbelief. The first boy to ever give you time like this. You went from planning picnics with Erina to planning picnics with Dio. You didn’t want to call him your lover just yet but he already felt like one. Everyone expects boys to be a bit airheaded and oblivious but Dio seemed to be very in tune with his emotions. He was also very sensitive towards yours.

There were the occasional sexist comments that spawned from misinformation and curiosity but you’d always clear it up. 

It was mid-spring. The air was warm and the wind carried a cool breeze. It was refreshing and perfect for a date. You wanted to do something special for Dio. He had completely extinguished your feelings of loneliness these days. He even made you forget about your internal struggles. It was a sweet escape. As a “thank you” you made him some extraordinary Earl Grey tea. It was expensive and something you had only ever made for Erina’s family. 

Preparing food and drink and getting others to look nice was your specialty but it wasn’t something you enjoyed hearing about from Dio.

“I never knew that your kind could be so good at making English tea. This is extremely delicious. You should make tea for my father!” Dio held a joyous look on his face. His cheeks burned with delight at the taste of your tea. It was like heaven to him. 

You did not look the same. You could not tell if Dio was trying to be sexist or what. It defeated the point of the compliment. It was so backhanded and very like him to say such a thing. 

“Can you not say stuff like that?” You narrowed your eyes at him. The boy choked on his drink as he saw your face. The hot liquid went down his windpipe, quickly causing him to cough and gag. You rolled your eyes, patting him on the back for assistance. 

“L-Like what?” He repeated, mood displaced from the hot tea. “You said ‘your kind.’ That’s derogatory.” You told him. “I’m tired of hearing everyone being so surprised that I can do something well.” You sat your tea cup down, retreating inward as if you were trying to make yourself small. 

“But I wasn’t insulting you-“

“You were. You don’t understand because everyone already expects you to know how to do stuff.” You pouted. “I’m taught just like everyone else but for some odd reason my intelligence gets insulted.”

Dio grunted. “Well, I wasn’t trying to.” 

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Your heart sank and your chest ached at the memories of being put down for being a woman…or more. It had been piling up and only as a little girl, it had already become too much for you. Dio audibly reacted to your small change in behavior. He was never one to actually apologize to anyone—for anything! 

But it was clear that he triggered a response that ran deep within you. 

Dio puffed out his cheeks, avoiding eye contact with you. “I’m sorry, okay? Just stop doing that.” He looked off to the side, trying to do anything but look directly at you. This made you confused. You tilted your head, drying your eyes. “Doing what? I’m not doing anything.” 

“Yes, you are. You’re looking like that. I command you to stop.” Dio grumbled. One thing he hated more than seeing you sad was being the reason why you were sad. Dio would do any and everything in his power to never be like his god-forsaken father, Dario. 

“Hmm.” You hummed. It was easy to tell he didn’t have a good grasp on his emotions or feelings. Perhaps his apology is sincere. “It’s okay. I guess you didn’t mean anything harmful by it.” Your body language became open again. “Did you really mean it when you said I should make tea for your father?”

Your blooming relationship with Dio was picking up very slowly. It was easy to notice how he talked about you differently compared to other women. His language was more delicate and the good things he said about you to other people got back to you often. A part of you felt like maybe the two of you could become lovers in the future. Even if you didn’t show it.

You see, Dio found it hard to tell if you were ever returning his feelings. You rarely flirted back, nor did you initiate flirting by yourself. The only thing he had going was that he was the only male you gave your time to. He wanted so badly for you to just admit it so that his mind could be at ease. The thought of rejection plagued him like a bad sickness.

Dio was always calculated but attraction always brought out the worst in a human. Especially men. They were always expected to be the ones to act first on love while women waited there to be impressed, causing him to do something unthinkable.

“I believe that you should come by the Joestar mansion and make enough for everyone. I think everyone should be able to witness and taste such excellence.” Dio smirked, gaining enough courage to look you in the eyes. His eyes were like daggers compared to your soft teary doe eyes. “There’s no way I can possibly express my gratitude.” The boy leaned closer.

You smiled at his odd behavior. It was out of character for him so far to act this nice but it was welcomed. Perhaps, you were seeing a new side of him. “Thank you, Dio. It’s rather hard to…” you trailed off as his face was now only inches away from yours. “D-Dio?” You leaned backward, trying to create more distance but he only closed it more. His arm snaked around your waste to prevent you from falling. 

“I don’t believe we should continue to ignore the feelings that we have for each other.”

“Feelings? Dio?!”

Butterflies filled your belly at how smooth he was with his actions. It felt like the romance novels you’d read in your free time. 

“There’s no reason to be modest with me. Especially if we are alone, (y/n).” Dio teased you almost relentlessly, using his free hand to grab the wrist of the hand that was pushing him away. You were backing away because you were just shy, right? All women are shy. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you? You had to. There’s no way you could just be “nice” to this degree. 

“Then kiss me.”  You whispered, your breath hitting his lips. His confident demeanor diminished, not expecting you to lean so hard into his actions. “What?” His pale cheeks turned rosy. Were you actually returning the feelings or was this a test?

“Kiss me.” You repeated, an adorable blush covering your face. The expressions you’d make made his heart jump out of his chest. This was the perfect opportunity. Dio couldn’t let this slip away! He placed a chaste kiss on your lips. The faint taste of tea entered your mouth as he went deeper. 

That was it. Now, no one else could have you. Any chance of you being with anyone else was now at a flat 0% because Dio would now do anything to keep anyone from having you. 

You went home that day, feeling so much happier than you had ever been. Perhaps, the hardships you endured were suddenly worth it. You wouldn’t have met Dio if you never got here. Dio kissed you! It was almost like a fairytale. Your knight in shining armor wasn’t perfect, nor did he act like a knight or a Prince Charming, but he made you feel acknowledged. 

Dio never asked, but you considered each other lovers at this point. He never spent time with any other girls like this…

Or so, it seemed.

Dio was not the gentleman you had believed him to be.

On a random day, seemingly out of nowhere, your mother didn’t allow you to go out. She had you stay at the Pendleton mansion and do chores. Guests were supposed to be arriving and Erina’s parents expected the house to be presentable. Dio saw this as the perfect opportunity to punish both Jonathan and Erina for their comments about his relationship with you. He was definitely one to hold grudges. 

The devil, or—Dio, met with Erina, teasing her for her relationship with Jonathan, making no mention of you or anything else. The last thing he wanted was to bring more unwanted attention to you. Especially with what he did next. He soiled Erina’s innocence: stealing her first kiss and then striking her across the face. 

Dio hoped that his intimidation would keep the girl quiet, but no. The first thing she did was cry to you. Of course, Dio knew nothing of this until your next date. It was always the same routine. You show up first, you set up the picnic then he shows up and the two of you spend a few hours talking.

But you weren’t here. Dio had been waiting almost an hour with no notification of you coming at all. ‘Did she cancel on me?’ was all he could think. His weak pride was being hurt. How dare he let a woman dictate his emotions? He couldn’t help it, though. He did like you. The sun was beginning to set when you finally arrived.

Your face was sullen but that didn’t take away from your beauty. Any boy would be nervous in your presence but Dio was too arrogant to be nervous at a moment like this. “Where have you been?” He barked his questions at you. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you?” 

Your expression didn’t change. You walked all the way up to him, not showing any sign of timidness. “I don’t care, Dio.”

“Why you-“

“You kissed Erina?!” You shouted, causing the birds in the tree nearby to become startled and fly away. Dio’s eyes widened. “Keep your voice down!” He commanded, failing to defuse the situation. “I will not!” You shouted again. 

Dio grabbed your forearm. “I did not kiss Erina. Would it be so out of this realm for her to make up things on behalf of Jonathan? I already told you that they don’t approve of us talking.” He spoke calmly. Too calmly. It was as if he rehearsed for something like this. “They’re jealous of us!” He added.

You shrugged Dio’s hands off of you. “And you have the capacity to lie to me as well. I should’ve known you were no good, Dio!”

“You don’t trust me!?” Dio raised his voice at you but you didn’t back down. “I saw the bruise on her face. She was covered in dirty water and mud. I know Erina wouldn’t lie about something like that. Maybe I should ask those street rats you call yourself being friends with. She claims they were there.” 

Dio clenched his fist. “That ungrateful wench!” He cursed to himself under his breath. “How can you be so evil, Dio?” You felt tears beginning to well up. This would be the first time Dio really made you cry. 

“I’m not evil.” He growled, his body language becoming more violent. “Can’t you understand that I was teaching her a lesson?”

“What lesson? The only thing I take away from this is that you’re unfaithful, you harm women and you have no issue lying to me about it.” You began to back away from him. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” You whispered sadly. “No! You’re not doing this right now!” Dio grabbed your arm again, yanking you towards him. The force caused you to wince in pain at the contact. Despite only being able to see red, a small bit of humanity remained inside of him. Your face and cries brought him back into reality.

His breath hitched. He let go of you and you instinctively ran away, not looking back.  Dio looked at the hands he had grabbed you with. He was beginning to become the very person he hated. His father. No amount of rationalization could excuse what he just did. He wanted to hit you. It felt like he could no longer live with himself. Dio ruffled his hair into a mess out of frustration. “Whatever!” He yelled at your shrinking form. “You’ll come crawling back!”

Hi everyone! It's me, Maron. I've come back and started a new series that I have been planning for several months. I had a real lack of my creativity and I haven't been able to finish any of my Valorant requests. Someday, I will get to them but for the past few months, I have had little interest. It's not the requests themselves or the game. Its Riot. They do so little with the lore and characters. All of my fics are usually grounded by the existing plot. I'm sorry if that upsets people. - Maron.

[starleska]

I'm not gonna lie, you're really convincing me to start writing/drawing/animating Y/N x Wally Darling stuff...

You have great concepts and the simp in me is being fed and I love it AHEGAJAGAJA I just worry that there's a chance that Clown had advised against it and I've yet to see that in a post somewhere in the past. But seeing as you're enjoying writing all the Reader x Wally Darling stuff with no worries (good on you btw!), it's all okay right?

/nm /gen

hey there Laurs!! aww, thank you very much 🥰💖 i love getting messages from people inspired by my fanworks, it makes my heart all fuzzy!! just a little endless cycle of good vibes and creativity :3c now, the bulk of your ask is a tough one to answer!! i know i've posted a lot of fanworks for Welcome Home, but at the end of the day, i'm just a fan like anyone else, trying to do my best to respect Clown's wishes. honestly, given the chance i would love to talk to them and ask these specific questions that a lot of fans have been firing in my direction. i have reached out, but understand those messages have likely been drowned under thousands of others!!

so @partycoffin, on the off-chance you're reading this: i hope you're doing well, and taking care of yourself in this terrifying, exciting time!! thank you for sharing your lovely world with us - we're all just so in love with your characters and universe 🥰💖 if you'd like to talk, please feel free to reach out. it would be great to know that you're okay, and i'd be happy to field any questions you have about your bustling new fandom (who have been destroying my own notifications for the past two weeks!!). it may be presumptuous of me, but perhaps having an inside look on what questions fans have might help make this explosive growth seem a little less scary. however, there's no obligation to reply - we're thankful all the same :3c

as far as i am aware at the time of writing this post, i don't think Clown has any problems with Wally x Anon/Reader/Y/N fanworks...or at least, i haven't come across any sources stating so.

the big thing that (if i'm understanding the guidelines correctly) is that Clown doesn't want us to be putting any NSFW Welcome Home material into the main tags. we have to remember that Welcome Home has blown up very quickly, and Clown deserves a chance to breathe and adjust to all this success before laying out those boundaries (if he wishes!). that's why, although i do write NSFW for other fandoms i'm refraining from doing so for Welcome Home until stated otherwise. i can't imagine how stressful it must be dealing with so many notifications, people impersonating, trying to sell their work, exhibiting invasive and creepy behaviour...on top of the overwhelming demand for new Welcome Home stuff. i think as fans we should just vibe and play in our own little bubbles without stressing them out too much, and adjust when we receive new information. for instance, i didn't know when i made my Wally Darling edit that they were uncomfortable with non-canon art being associated with the main game. i've since reached out to see if i should take the video down with no reply, and went with the consensus of a group of fans i asked for the opinions of - to leave it up until asked otherwise. pretty much - i don't think Wally Darling x Anon fanworks contravene the guidelines that Clown has given us so far. they aren't inherently NSFW, and i'd hope that anyone who is making NSFW fanworks is tagging appropriately, as is the courteous thing to do. i'm of the opinion that fans are going to do fandom things, and there's always going to be folks making adult-oriented works, and that's okay!! but i'm also always happy to respect the wishes of the creator in terms of how they'd like that work to be tagged and presented. i think Toby Fox did it best when he first suggested the 'Undertail' tag for NSFW works - a real stroke of genius that i see lots of fandoms still using today. again, do take this with a grain of salt! i don't know Clown, and very few of us do - we're just all interpreting his words in vastly different ways, and that must be terrifying to deal with; thousands of people getting very angry or very sad because they think they can or cannot do a specific thing they never actually said. it's not anyone's fault that Welcome Home blew up so suddenly and there wasn't time for precautions to be taken, but it is the fault of those fans who are overstepping boundaries and need to re-examine their relationship to this art. it sounds like you're good to go on making those animations, and i would personally love to see them 🥰 thanks again for being so sweet about my silly headcanons!! it's honestly been quite scary adjusting to the amount of attention, but please know i'm grateful and appreciative of every ask, reply and message that comes my way 💖

[mafwaff]

Hello, it’s been a while… I’ve finally climbed outta my hole and am feeling reflective. Allow me to bare my soul for a moment.

2024 had me feeling like a blobfish.

Some of my thoughts about my 2024 art journey and where I want this account to go below the cut

(TL;DR: your gurl gonna be more active and dabbling in spicy art come 2025):

2024 was strange year for me… to keep it short, I rediscovered and reevaluated parts of myself, fell back on bad habits and am in the midst of growing as a person. I feel like my art has mirrored this journey with my own perfectionist tendencies; for the first time in a while, I have hit a space where I’m drawing fully for the joy of it. Maybe because I’ve let some of the perfectionism go, I’m actually noticing positive changes in my art.

Part of my rediscovery was reclaiming that “weird art kid” that I’ve put on the sidelines for a while

I’ve always been terrible with keeping up with social media posting (even back in my DeviantArt days), but I think that stems from how I used to view it in relation to my worth as an artist. Moving forward, I’d like to try using this space as a journal. There will be a lot of shouting into the void and weird rambles and doodles. Feel free to ignore or hang out.

Back to art… I’m really excited about moving back to digital art. I don’t think I’ll ever give up traditional pencil, pen and charcoal , but I found myself hitting a wall with character drawing this year when I was only using a pencil and pen for rendering. I want to explore character creation, colour and maybe get back into making comics.

I’m going through my “weird, ugly art phase” and I’m okay with it. I’m figuring out a lot of things in my drawing. Right now, I’m in the phase where I’m getting lost in the details and am trying to work towards simplifying my lineart. Feel free to enjoy the ride with me.

I’m going to dive back into my OCs (including DnD and player characters) now that I feel like my style has hit a point where my characters look like the way I imagine them in my head. I’m looking forward to introducing you to some of my pencil/paper blorbos.

I’ve been on the fence about it for a while, but life is short. I’m gonna explore some more spicy art this year . I need to practice my anatomy anyway.

Some New Years Resolutions:

Interacting more: thank you for those of you who reached out. I’d like to be better at chatting with y’all on here. Idk... I’m working on it

Posting once a week: that’s the goal at least. Even if it’s WIP, this will help me stay connected instead of crawling back into the hole

The good, the bad and the ugly: I want you to see it all! I’m trying not to be weirdly self conscious this year

Thank you for listening to my yapathon and happy new year! As a gift, here are some old sketches from earlier this year when I fell down a Zenless Zone Zero hole.

Peace out party people!

- mafwaff

[chronicswitch]

Call me Lee. I’m disabled, trans, bisexual, polyamorous, verse switch, and I fucking love T4T. I’m also happily in a partnership with a wonderful puppyboy sub who's also on hiatus from Tumblr @puppysweetheart.

Owned by @ceo-of-lesbians

I sell content, DM for more.

Accessibility: Image descriptions in read more and I try to add alt text to all my original posts.

Cishet people allowed if you behave. 18+ blog. I blog about hard kink* and other things.

I interact frequently from my main (s****666), mutuals feel free to ask also for my Discord

No DNI as aforementioned, just no people under 18. Blocking is my second fave hobby next to blogging. **If you want any of your content removed, please message me and I’ll delete the post. Respect consent.**

*Find more weird shit at my side side blog: @chronicplay. I'm kind of an open minded hedonistic kinkster who's down to try almost anything at least once. If you need to block me, no hard feelings.

FYI: I believe in liberation and don't tolerate racism, transmisogyny, Zionism, etc here. We love and respect our fellow sex workers here, especially trans & disabled SWers. If you disagree die mad and gtfo my blog. FREE PALESTINE

More below the cut if you want + image descriptions for header and icon.

Header image description: An edited and kind of deep fried meme of a cartoonish sassy old lady in curlers and a pink bath robe. It says: “I may rise but I don’t shine until I have my wake and bake !!!”

Icon: Art of Leviathan from the Obey Me! otome game. Levi brushes purple shaggy short hair out of his face while eating a watermelon, and is wearing a fantasy outfit.

Hi again! Let’s get into the nitty fuckin gritty. My pronouns are they/them, and trying out it/its if you’re nasty. I also self-reference as we, dw about it. We prefer only other trans people to use my it/its pronouns unless you have been told you can use it/its for me. Also Lee is an old performance name <3 I do use another name on main. Feel free to ask.

Multiply disabled including psychiatric and physical disabilities, and I’m autistic (so hi to all my fellow hot autistic people on here ❤️❤️). Also I have some color vision fuckery so this is my subtle plug for checking your blog’s color contrast related accessibility using this WebAIM tester lol.

Won’t doxx myself toooo much in this post but you can figure some of it out if you read enough of my blog or see my main lol.

Disabled af and my energy levels are all over the place, and so are my joints. (Speaking of joints… if you haven’t noticed I LOVE WEED)

I love exploring disability, sex, and kink! :)

It’s been hard to do with the continuing COVID pandemic because people do not take the precautions I would need them to take to fuck me irl. So this blog is social distanced way for me to still connect with the community, be horny, etc. Please also reach out if you need COVID or other public health resources.

I love being a pup handler ^_^ I mainly have been playing in the last few years as a daddy dom but also I am indeed a vers switch who enjoys some subbing.

I am a former part time cammer turned erotica writer/blogger for free but may be starting again soon. Stay tuned xx

Thanks for reading!

Also a recent BDSM test result for those who want a quick overview:

[madelinecodes]

✿ a quick announcement ✿

Hi everyone.

I've been made aware of some drama happening within the RPC revolving around coders, and after taking some time to see all sides of the matter I've decided to speak out. My name was mentioned among a list of coders who have unfair TOS and I'd like to clear a few things up. (To those who are unaware, some people in the RPC feel coders are being unfair by not wanting buyers to frankenstein their skins.)

While I mention not to edit my skin beyond recognition, this seems to mean different things to different people. I put hours and hours into my skins to make sure they run smoothly, the codes are organized for buyers, and they include anything an admin could want (templates, isotope member list that i purchased, fonts that i purchased, coded webpages, bb codes, etc.) This can take me months, and usually does. So when I say not to edit the skin beyond recognition, I do not mean you cannot edit my codes. Obviously, I want buyers to take my skin and make it their own so each one is unique! I clearly state in my TOS that editing is absolutely okay. I have no problem with that. You can even take my templates and use them on a different skin as long as you credit me.

Where I have a problem is someone taking my skin, ripping it apart, and using my codes without credit or to the point where it doesn't even remotely look like the skin I sold and worked hours on (i.e. using my skin as a base). Someone can change the post row, member list, or some other part of the skin as long as it still looks like the skin that was bought and my credit stays intact. Totally cool. And this has nothing to do with aesthetic, my reputation, or anything along those lines. I don't care about that since people are buying my skin with their own money and acquiring it as their own. This is a moral situation. It's just respectful. My skins should not be bought with the intention of ripping the entire thing apart just to use one single part of it in a different skin. Would you buy a piece of art from an artist with the intention of painting over almost all of it to create a new piece? If this is what you want to do then create your own skin. I am happy to provide the resources that my skin has from other coders (whom provided them free in the past), as well as answer any questions that you may have!

I never want to do anyone wrong and always try and be fair. This is my view on the matter and if anyone disagrees, they do not have to buy from me. That's totally okay. That being said, if you're ever unsure of something in my TOS, or have questions... just reach out to me! I am happy to chat about this and any issues people have with me or my policies. There is no need for hostility and gossip in the RPC, we're a community that should uplift and support one another.

My next skin that is set to release very soon will most likely be my last. Everyone I have met and worked with has been so kind and respectful. I truly have enjoyed coding for y'all and hope it's brought joy at least to some.

Thank you. <3

-Madeline

[dervampireprince]

Subathon Rewards!

At the end of November I had a subathon event on my Twitch in celebration of reaching 500 followers on Twitch and 10k subscribers on Youtube, with most if not all of the money going into my moving out fund. I made a goal of 50 subs and a stretch goal of 100 subs... We ended up with 232 subs and created more goals that everyone in chat suggested and voted for. What I thought would be a one day stream turned into three incredibly fun days and thank you so much to everyone who showed up.

We had 4 giveaways as unlockable goals and we unlocked them all. And there were individual art reward incentives for anyone who gave 2 or more subs. I have now finally finished all of that art and been sharing the progress on Twitch and my Patreon-only Discord server. Now it's all done I need to share the art somewhere public for those who earned there art but aren't members of my Patreon so here everything is! I hope everyone enjoys their art and a huge thank you to everyone who came along to the subathon, whether you just lurked, chatted or gave any subs, bits or donations. Thank you all so much.

Here are the art rewards people qualified for or won:

Gift 2 Subs - I will draw you as an Ikea alien

Gift 5 subs - Goobers

Giveaway Winners - Animated goober, bongo, pixel chibi, kandi bracelet

Please feel free to save yours and anyone who got art is free to repost theirs, use it for profile pics, etc as long as you credit me as the artist, and you're not allowed to sell anything with this art on (I know none of you would, I'm just covering my bases).

I've still got some goals from the subathon left to do: draw lewd art of Ambrose and Arden, do a stream infodumping about European musicals, host a Discord community game night. And I will get them all done, but I've got a lot of other stuff that I need to get done, events coming up, and I'm trying to be moved out by July so I'll get to them when I can (hopefully by the end of winter).

[bluegekk0]

bit of a ramble incoming, feel free to ignore. i'll put it under a read more thing in case it gets long

i think i've reached a point where i made such a specific image of the au characters in my head that i can't enjoy them outside of it anymore. like, it's really hard for me to separate the two, if i hear "grimm" i think of the au grimm, it's hard to think of him outside of the au context. idk if i'm making sense

but weirdly enough i'm kind of glad that's the case? i can definitely feel my interest in the game and especially fan content slipping away, and i would've likely moved on to something else by now. but i love the au, i love it so much, i still think about it daily and all of the lore and personalities i made for these characters keeps me going

i guess feeling uncomfortable with some ships or headcanons because of how strongly i associate the characters with my versions is something i just have to live with. usually it's not bad, it's quite easy to ignore it since i don't specifically go looking for hk fanart and fanfics these days. i guess what bothers me the most is when people leave that kinda stuff under my art. y'know the usual pk discourse and jokes kind of comments especially. it's unavoidable, and i can't blame people for not knowing all of the lore of my au, but i think that's the most irritating and upsetting part of all of this. it's the reason why i stopped posting as much art in some spaces, all the jokes about pk killing children real get old, and a bit upsetting whenever they're targeted at fpk (since the whole thing is so much more nuanced in the au)

in some ways i also feel like i alienated myself a little. i'm so deep in the grimm x fpk rabbit hole that i don't have much in common with people who stick to wyrmroot. hell, the way i wrote wl in the au kind of makes me dislike her (as a person, that is. i still think she's a cool character, i just made her a bit of a shitty person since i kinda like her as the more unpleasant of the two. the cold and uncaring tree being), and i feel like a lot of those people wouldn't like what i've done with it. same goes for hornet and all the headcanons and interpretations where she hates her father. i see where those come from, but i kind of feel like an outlier with how i portray her in the au. and of course there's fpk himself. i don't have to tell you how much he differs from your usual pk interpretations. but he means so much to me that i genuinely can't see him any other way

that being said, i love the au too much to stop because of any of this, and the fact that there are people who enjoy it gives me another reason to keep going. it's my comfort au, and i'm so, so glad i can share that feeling with you all, and reveal more about it as i write it. i've never been so invested in anything before, not to this extent, so it makes me so happy that there is an audience that supports it. i love you guys so much, you have no idea. i can't thank you enough

honestly i don't know what point i'm trying to make here. i just wanted to put it into words, i suppose. i may have already mentioned some of this before, but it's still constantly on my mind and i wanted to get it out of my system. but again, thank you guys for still being here. it means so much to me

[clarktooncrossing]

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK!

For the last twelve years peeps have asked me if I was opened to commissions. I had only offered services like that once, resulting in a weird transformation comic where some dude gets turned into a sexy duck. Hey, guy's gotta pay for pizza somehow, folks. Especially when Pizza Monster keeps stealing mine! At this rate I should stop spending my moola on deep-dish and use it to fortify my home. Luckily I might be able to do so now, thanks to all of you out there! For you see, it was during those twelve years that a few of you kept coming back to my deviantART page to see what crazy new things the Clarktoons and I were up to. Whether it was to see how many characters I could cram into one Sketch BOOM, hear my thoughts regarding Christmas Specials in Giraffe's Eye View, or simply to witness whatever cute crap Bumper was up to, 500 of you weirdos liked whatever I was doing. I couldn't be more grateful to those 500 peeps. I've always said my purpose in life was to make people happy, so knowing I've done so for that many people helps remind me that I'm doing something right. You all are truly the best and there's nothing I could do to express my immense appreciation. Or is there? A few of you may recall my promising something whenever I reached that many followers. While I've been distracted with my recent hacking incident or preparing for the upcoming Holiday seasons, I didn't forget about said promise. At long last, I have opened myself up to commissions! If anybody out there wants me to draw some silly silly, I'm ready to do so [within reason]. Details and prices will be posted in a journal sometime soon, but for now let's get to a commission paid for by my friend @the-pale-servant.

She had paid me to draw a Full Body piece for her Hollow Knight OC, Giolla. I'd go deeper into detail, but I know next to nothing about these games. Instead here's Jart's description of the character for some context:

Well they are a vessel created by the Pale King and lived in the White Palace with the King and his Lady for a short while before their kingdom fell to ruins. Now they live their life as a wanderer and console  the bugs dying of the Infection, their shield is memento from a friend and lover long passed from the plague

Let it be known that she also said I didn't have to know anything about the series to get this backstory. Uh huh. So I didn't have to know who the Pale King is or what significance the White Palace has, eh? Not to make this piece I didn't. This is actually my second attempt at drawing this character, the original sporting a different pose. I wasn't fond of how it turned out, so it was back to the drawing board with a better, more dynamic sketch. From there it was just a matter of coloring and getting Jart's approval, which only happened after I muted the colors. After years of making art that looks like Walt Disney's vomit, it feels so weird using darker colors. Still, my friend seemed to enjoy it as I hope the rest of you do. If anybody out there wants me to draw something like this with their own characters, be on the lookout for that upcoming journal and feel free to send me a Note via deviantART. Until then-

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hii!! I saw your requests and was hoping to jump on the train:>

Could i get matchups for sk8 the infinity and/or genshin impact? (I'd love to see both, but please know just one is okay!! I'm grateful for any work you're willing to put in)

My pronouns are she/her & I'm pansexual!! If it helps any i do tend to prefer more dominant/intimidating types

My zodiac is Capricorn & my MBTI is INFP:> (a goofy mix, right? Hehe, it often throws off a lot of people, saying i don't seem like your stereotypical capricorn.)

For my appearance, I'm 18 so pretty young XD

My hair is long and a light dirty blonde, reaching down to my lower back, I prefer to keep it down. I'm white, and my eyes are hazel (green and brown mix, since I know theres a few options there).

I'm pretty tall! I'm 5'8, and I'm also really slim! I can't help it, my metabolism is very high and i also dance a lot. I have a lot of piercings too! For facial piercings, i have snakebites & my left eyebrow pierced, all with small silver jewelry (if your curious to my jewelry, my lip has small silver horseshoes, and i have a small silver barbell in my eyebrow.)

My ears are, of course, pierced too. On the left side i have two piercings in my earlobe and on my right side i have two ear lobe piercings and a cartilage piercing near the top. (Fun fact! I had an industrial bar on the left, but after it came out one time i never put it back in. The reason being a keloid scar i have there.)

If you'd also wish to know my typical daily wear, i usually wear leggings and a comfy tee. I usually only have my facial piercings & cartilage piercing in lately because I don't have any discreet jewelry for my ears:> no makeup here!

Personality is pretty cheery, as you could probably guess lol. I actually have really bad social anxiety though! Luckily, with my new meds & years of therapy, I'm starting to be a little better. Unfortunately, I'm still essentially agoraphobic.

Once i get to know someone though I'm super happy to chat! Whether that be me rambling to fill the silence (i do this a lot, i can enjoy a comfortable silence but i often find myself sharing small, insightful stories.) I get pretty silly once we're close, too. Although, only within the other persons comforts (eg. I might play fight more with someone who isn't sensitive to touch than someone who is, although i don't actually play fight much lol just needed an example.)

I'm stubborn too! My thoughts are my own and i will not allow someone to force their opinions on me (yes, i will still take advice and criticism, just not a senseless "the way I feel is the only right choice.")

Another note is that I'm often told I'm very kind! I care deeply for those around me, and if i think it's warranted I'll easily lend my help, even to a complete stranger. I also often choke down my anxiety/panic to compliment people when I'm out, just to brighten their day a little

On mental illnesses that may provide you insight on my personality: i also have ADHD! i forget stuff a lot, and i get distracted easily when something catches my eye

For likes/dislikes, I've been doing ballet since i was 2! Now, I'm also doing so many other styles, including lyrical, jazz, hiphop & tap! I'm also teaching acro to young children:)

I write as a hobby, and i enjoy drawing/art!

For dislikes, I'm super sensitive to others emotions, an empath. Large crowds are easily overwhelming, and i can become overwhelmed if too much is happening at once too

My hobbies also include reading! And playing the flute, i think I went to about pre- professional level classes. Now, i play in my free time for fun

Sorry if this is really long!! And tysm if you get to this🙏

Have a good day/night!! Be sure to rest lots and eat well<33

Hi Ilayda! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Sk8 the Infinity, I match you with...

Joe likes that you’re talkative and cheery. He deals with Cherry’s stoic attitude so much, you’re a nice change of pace.

Also likes play fighting with you. He banters with you the same way he does Cherry and doesn’t mind gently roughhousing on occasion. He won’t go much further than hair ruffling though. The last thing he wants to do is actually hurt you.

Since you’re good with kids, please help him out with Reki, Langa, and Miya. Sure, they might be a bit older than the kids you’re used to dealing with but they like you and Joe isn’t going to say no to having a bit less on his hands.

Please play the flute for him sometimes. He would love it if you provide the musical ambiance for his restaurant but won’t pressure you if you feel too shy to. He’s more than happy to have you play just for him as well.

Joe will help you avoid large crowds. If you want to watch him at S, he’ll find a nice quiet spot for you where you can watch the race.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Social anxiety? Itto’s never heard of it. Please explain to him what makes you anxious and how you feel so he can better understand how to help you avoid those situations.

He certainly understands what it’s like to be easily distracted. But you have different things that distract you so most of the time, if one of you gets distracted, the other will be able to pull them back on the right track.

Please teach him how to dance. Itto has shocking rhythm and he’ll never be great at dancing but he wants to dance with you so teaching him the basics will help with that.

Dancing with Itto would be a wild time. WHat he lacks in rhythm and coordination, he more than makes up for in enthusiasm.

Loves that you like helping others. He’s got a tough exterior but in his heart he’s a sweet boy and he’s so glad you’re the same.