#also rendering the hair was like. idk what i was doing 😭

[ntls-24722]

centaur claus painting that i'm gonna scrap :/ there will be a painting but this was like a hansel and gretel bread-crumb trail of discovering little things I messed up on to the point it all culminated into all the problems that was the almost-final-product in the end like DDT into peregrine falcons. either way here was my unfinished first pass at it

[skunkes]

Kinda wanna try alcohol based markers again but i. Hate not having control of texture and the layering and it being so. Not opaque...even though i usually love marker texture....

[mao22716]

bonus comic ( wooo clap clap clap)

no overlay ver:

can u even see the difference....

commenting on my drawing u can ignore (pls do)

omg all my comments r gone bc i accidentally posted and i deleted it out of panic 😭😭😭😭😭

overall im very happy with this its around 80% of what i originally had in mind

in my imaginagtion i wanted the picture to look more blue bc its morning and its bright but if i put a lot of overlay the colours wont look interesting anymore i am conflicted

so ill post both with some blue overlay and without it

im gonna wait until the day after i make this draft to post so that i can see if theres anything i can improve on it has been a few hrs since i first made the draft and i made some changes to the drawing

i actually changed a few things already like the hair ribbon (it was blue previously) and the umbrella handle (it was a dark brown like the bag)

i also put some pink in the umbrella bc i thought it was too plain i hope it looks good to everyone else who might be seeing it

i want kurikos face to be the focus but i find it hard to do that bc the umbrella is also a light colour so i tried to put more shadow & hopefully theres more contrast

the bag is easier to focus on.... this is sad

the ribbons on the bag r also sad but they look like ribbons so thats good

im not good at perspective so the bottom of the skirt might look out of place but i did my best to fix it by rendering

it looks messy but its supposed to be like that pls believe me

the hair was so fun to paint theres so many colours that go well tgt and looks pleasing

mao cafe hahhha im so funny lolol

i think i could have painted the nose better but idk how to make it look better

aaaa i wanna go back and change it & put bigger dust and sparkles around the character i looked at it too long and its boring

i should redo the mouth too maybe

also i have an idea that saiki was made to wear lolita dress as kuriko bc yumehara and aiura bribed him with expensive coffee jelly

i want to make small comic i dont have confidence but ill do my best

^^^ i did it..... i hope u will like it its very messy but i think it shows what is happening clearly

[oddaesthetin]

junhan is probably the type of boyfriend/love interest who:

- will ask you on discord movie or anime dates late at night when he’s done with practice and couldn’t sleep but is too tired to travel, and/or when he’s at tour

- LEGO ACTIVITIES. i’ve read from somewhere that he likes assembling models (idk how to explain it but when i read it i aGREED cause he just looks like that kind of person)

- mostly when he knows you need a break. he’s not that great with words so it’d be his own little way of keeping your mind away from what’s stressing you out.

- if you like baking, he’ll probably ask you to teach him ;;; he’s a really attentive guy so learning will be easy for him. after that, he’ll always have a cookie in his pocket to give to you when you two are out and about

- he’ll share his hair ties with you anytime anywhere 💯. if you let him, he’ll do your ponytail, too

- will also let you corrupt his punk-goth-emo aesthetic by letting you put those cute little and noisy keychains on his bag ++ will let you design/paint his nails (only if you let him do yours, too ;P)

- will also be your go-to stylist for whenever you don’t have the energy or doesn’t feel like dressing up

- since he’s not big on gatherings either, if he notices that your social battery is down he’ll pull the two of you out immediately for the sake of the both of you

- the type of boyfriend who stares at you with those two lil shy and googly eyes. as an introvert, when he stares, HE STARES. and you don’t even notice it most of the time, but other people DO

- aLSO, contrary to popular belief, i don’t think he’d be that shy or too much of a sub when he’s with someone he truly trust?? almost every fic i’ve read of him already established him as a puppy but gUYS, you know how they say it’s always the quiet ones 😉🙂‍↕️ (no but also bcs as someone on the introverted side, being comfy w/ people really just takes a lot of time but that doesn’t necessarily mean we cannot get accustomed to certain things 😭😭)

- will subtly kiss the back of your hand when nobody (NOBODY) is looking #alexaplayshyboybysecret

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lol my render is done id hav to byebye. ill prolly just update this list after im done being occupied w other things. this will be it for now, c ya

[vnmof]

Heya vnmof!!

I just wanna ask how ya blend your art so beautifully and realistically- because damn, I cannot make my art look as pretty as yours😭

Especially, how you you blend the hair in the fanart ya made for me- I wanna know how ya did that-

No pressure ofc!! Take your time answering this ask!!

Also, have a fanart because I never seem to make one for you🥲 (I'LL GET THERE I PROMISE, JUST GIVE ME MORE TIME-)

wazzap misty 😁!!! i appreciate your words allat ( RAAAAAAAAA💖💖💥💥‼‼ )

ill show you how i render my pieces step by step !! here's one of my examples of my rendered art

the first example was my first attempt at rendering btw, but anyways

1: the first thing i do when i make a new drawing is by drawing the sketch, and then color it with your base colors

2: i add another layer and set it to multiply, for my shadows ( i also add a little sun doodle to know where and how my light source will go w the shadows )

and then erase the shadows, try imagining how your light will shine on your character

3: i uhm went overboard w this one but, all you gotta do is paint over your merged sketch and layer, layering your strokes n stuff, blending colors together like adding overlay and making your colors pop... uhh

(ITS COMPLICATED ON HOW TO EXPLAIN HOW I RENDER HELP 😭IM TRYING MY BEST ) but this is a simple way i guess?? V 1: choose any color and make a random hair strand

2: choose a darker color of your base color and make the base of your hair strand a gradient of the dark color you chose ( dont forget abt your shadow

3: add smaller strands of hair, layering it with another strand and more... ( idk how to explain it) 4: add overlay and play around w any vibrant color to make it pop 😎

thas pretty much all... 😭i hope you understand what im tryna explain misty, ALSO RAGHH THANKS FOR YOUR FANART AGAIN FNHDGSDHSGH💖💖💖

[lucaaazd]

Hey so, do you have any thoughts/ HCs abt piek? I don't have the best grasp on her, but you seem passionate and I'd love to know what you think

Hi there friend!

“You seem passionate” 😭😭 hahahahaha I am. I never thought much about her until recently with my “Annie grew up in paradis” AU rendering female Titan Pieck a possibility. But here are some of my hc’s about her (mostly modern au):

Her FT would be godlike and super tall with that slick ass Eren founding Titan hair.

(Modern nyc au) she grew up in the east village near Tompkins, specifically stuy town, with journalist parents. Hope that’s not too niche lol. She sings & plays the synth (has classical piano background) and makes the sickest experimental indie art pop with Annie (guitar & bass). She actually reminds me strongly of Björk the singer (Mikasa does too a little) and I feel like that would very much be her style. She would have great vocals, airy and melancholic and a little smoky.

Very artsy pothead. One of those kids who thrift even though they come from money. I imagine her fashion to be like, whimsy goth. Eclectic, girly, casual but also a little witchy. Lots of big pants and loose shirts.

Idk what her and Annie’s band name would be. Something funky that has to do with space, probably.

She’s a very chill drunk. Would let men buy her drinks at the bar and straight up lie and play with them lol. “Yeah my name’s Emily <3” “My boyfriend’s a cop. He’s actually stationed at 59th street not too far from here :D” “wow really, u grew up around here? Same, I think my mom knew ur dad back in the days and she told me he like, had seggs with his sister’s boyfriend 😳”

She became friends with Annie through sports. All the other girls talked shit about Annie for being cold and stuck up. The only reason Annie was still on the team was bc she was a really insanely good player. Pieck was the only person who’d talk to her.

Her ex boyfriends are all friends with each other. She’d dated whole friend groups in the past. Doesn’t mind what they think tho.

That’s it for now! I love talking abt headcanon’s so let me know if u have other questions <333 check out my modern au fic here if you’d like something fun & melodramatic to read that gets into like, murder mystery later

[velvvetcat09]

If saying it helps you then I happily will!! :D <3

What you're doing is great and I really enjoy it <3 I love the details you put into the characters clothes, the way you draw full bodies and the interesting poses you use, and from what I've seen from that post about ‘gh illustration i did last year for china gh only anthology project’, you’re really talented at colouring too!!! I love the softness of the clothes, and the fluffiness of their hair, I also like the angle with the fence (? The wood thing in front of them) and all the little flower petals!! (i adore flowers and pink is one of my favourite colours!!)

I am exited to see more in general, but what I would love to see more with Mumbo and Grian would be more colouring, (simple but colourful) backgrounds and cute facial expressions! ^w^

Obviously, do whatever you want, I am already enjoying following you <3 (and I'm sure you're very busy lately! So your priority with art should be having fun and relaxing!)

(also yes I adore colours if you couldn't guess /j)

aaaaa thank you so much 😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶

i love pastel colors so much, especially the pink aesthetic 🫶🫶 funfact: my circle name (in jp fandom, there’s 2 names used. one is circle name, like sort of publishing name?? and then there’s ther artist name) is 桜かぼちゃ/sakura kabocha which is basically combining my fav aesthetics, sakura with the spring stuff and cherry blossoms; kabocha is pumpkin in japanese, i like autumn and halloween as well

i love drawing, but as time goes, i gradually have less time and energy to put for a piece. full-render piece takes so long now 😭 my life also gets busier as well.

the truth is, i use the gradient style as a ‘cheat’ for myself, to make a piece looks finished without having to render much. my drawing process nowadays involves a lot of short-hands and how fast i can finish something with all my constraint. i do lineart fast, i jump from drawing blue abstract blorb into lineart right away. by doing that, i shaved quite a significant amount of time.

the gradient palette i use is specifically the ukiyo-e gradient palette, which is a gradient palette intended to mimic the japanese ukiyo-e painting style. i mess around with tonal after that and add more effect.

i got a lot of doujin drawing experience from my time in the gintama/ginhiji fandom, would love to one day make a full doujin comic for grumbo, but idk about my time and energy 😭

grumbo honestly have helped a lot with my artblock currently. i’m sort of in a creation rut with gintama since we’re in a waiting period until the new series. i hoard fandoms, so once i got it, i usually don’t ditch them out, especially if i’ve drawn arts of it, so i’m here to stay :>

[bleedingheart-s]

🎫 gush pass because I'm curious about your BG3 ocs 🔍👀

BWEHDHFLAKFHFJDU HIIIII KUROH 🩵 THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND THE EXCUSE TO GUSH ABOUT MY BABIES I WAS LITERALLY ROTATING TJEM EARLIER

some of them are with characters other than gale who i don't self ship with (yet- i'm tempted to self ship with pretty much every other companion too bless my polyamorous heart)

this ended up being so long i'm putting it under a read more

nox- fighter. dumbass (affectionate). Tries their best. Very reluctant leader. Absolutely no sense of direction (Astarion regularly asks why they all let Nox hold the map... it's currently upside down in their hands). Tiefs don't usually come in a green flavor so Nox is sort of shunned even within tief circles. They're also big so they inevitably attract attention- that's why they hate leading. Their biological parents abandoned them, and they were raised by humans (who loved them dearly). Misses the farm they grew up on. Just wants a quiet life and a couple of kids. Favorite color: blue, specifically the sort of soft light glowing blue of the Weave because its usually coming from Gale. They're SOOO protective. Them and Karlach are besties. Has more tattoos than shown.

ledi- paladin. She's smaller than your average aasimar and she has a bit of a complex over it. She WILL puff up her wings to appear bigger (it barely works.) She's sort of cold at the beginning, but she opens up as the story goes on. Her eyes are haloed by wings because she was rendered permanently blind in a fight (kind of like Kanan in Star Wars Rebels) (details pending). This changed her, she ended up switching her paladin oath from Devotion to Vengeance. She has a bit of a rage streak at the start of the game. Looks up to Aylin like a big sister. Hates Shadowheart. (I haven't gotten to act 2 with her yet but I think Ledi would want to kill her for what happens at the end.) Falls in love with Wyll and learns a lot from him. Won't touch alcohol. Likes having her hair played with. Preens when she's bored. Has a very... interesting dynamic with Raphael.

freya- ranger. Left her family behind as a teenager. Used to spending a lot of time alone in nature. mean lesbian. Hits it off with Lae'zel almost immediately, and they admire each other greatly (and in a very gay way). Takes no shit. If looks could kill, she'd have murdered a continent. Just wants to go back to her neck of forest and 'live in fucking peace'. Has a 'oh no he's hot' moment when she first meets Halsin after rescuing him. Completely self sufficient, she doesn't like relying on others (trust issues much? /j). Ends up making good friends with Jaheira and Minsc. Can drink half of Faerûn under a table. If you can make her do it, she snorts when she laughs. Only Karlach has so far. Minsc has gotten close.

livia- my s/i. Lore bard. Uhhh idk what to say about her 😭

i also have two new ocs i haven't managed to talk about yet!

sethe- resisting durge. tiefling, wildshaping druid. Has difficulty controlling their wildshape, so they're liable to turn into a pure white direwolf with eyes so blue they glow at any given point. Honestly prefers being in wildshape. She bonds with Halsin over this. They struggle greatly with allowing anyone to get close to them due to their urge, so Halsin is the only person in their memory to do so. Won't admit it, but she likes being scratched behind the ears while in wildshape. Better at showing positive emotions in wildshape as well (tail wagging, playful behavior.) doesn't like being hot (ironic for a tiefling)- and she will pant even in her bipedal form if she is. Admires Karlach and wishes they could be more like her. Likes rain.

anne- regular tav. sort of an s/i but not quite. human, storm sorcerer. Naive, a bleeding heart, refuses to think the worst in any situation- which causes contention with Lae'zel, Astarion and Shadowheart in the beginning. Fiercely loyal and will back up her friends to the bitter end. She was raised a noble, so she's poised and very charismatic. Knew Wyll before he took his contract with Mizora and honestly missed him after he disappeared. Her positive and supportive attitude wears on Astarion, and eventually he falls for her. Becomes great friends with Gale. She's braver than she looks but she'll be crying about it. Very homesick. Worries about her family constantly. Has a little brother. Likes spicy food. Smells vaguely of ozone due to her proficiency with lightning magic. Kinda looks like Anne Hathaway, hence the name.

[cxtoonzzz]

I've been looking at other art on Pinterest, studied how other ppl rendered their art, watched sm different tuts, nd cried bc I am SOOOO QUICK to hate everything I draw??? This is what happens when u force a child to draw nd give her lowkey abusive trainers (they taught me how to compare myself to other artists nd that my art sucks)

I've been staring at my computer trying to understand how to actually render colors in realism?? Bc I can only ever do well at it when it's black nd white nd I don't know how to grayscale color things bc I'm a little stupid😭

Like if u look at this drawing, it's rlly clear idk wtf I'm doing😭 Like I'm js not good at coloring realism?? Also I drew this at school so it looks rlly bad bc it was rushed?? Yelena’s facial features are not proportionate nd C doesn't look right (idk maybe that's my dysmorphia) UGHHH Yelena’s hair isn't even SHADED nd the clothing shading is so bad

But I'm rendering smth rn nd I think?? I actually like it?? After taking tips, I hope I won't hate it

[wothmzn]

BUCKLE IN: I'M TIRED.

Wayyyy back in 2nd grade, it was just small stuff like having a friend teach me how to draw those cursed "cute" eyes that's just a black dot with two white circles inside. But dispite that being small and all, I think it started to shape me as an artist.

I think digital would be better if I had the right stuff (just like a tablet or something), so currently I find traditional funner (and easier).

Big

Sometimes I draw little guys, they're just faces and all. I also like to draw poses (using the S trick is funner 4 me lol)

TWEAKING.... I lowkey can't draw side profiles. It's not in my vocabulary. It looks so baddd *crys into palms with sad misery and sadness*

All of them. Ibis paint keeps bugging I think it might be because I have like 200+ project that all have like 30+ layers and their all over 2000x2000 pixels.

Teeth, be it human or not. Usually when I do non-human teeth it evolves into a skull. I have a lot of deer and wolf skull drawings because of this.

I think drawing my own characters just makes things easier for me. I am usually very inconsistent in my art, so using my own characters gives me a sense of freedom.

Warm. I've never been the hugest fan of cool colors, so I tend to, by default, draw with warm colors.

Usually just my recent likes (on Spotify) I think it gives a nice mix of genres, so my art isn't too influenced (too edgy, or too upbeat. I like to manage my art)

Don't have one :). I tought myself to use both lol

Swirlies or sharp ones :)))) they're both just so fun to draw!!! I don't care what you uppers have to say >:v

Not in the slightest 😭

Sometimes. I have many styles, some of which tend to look like me. It only makes sense. As an artist, your biggest muse will always be yourself. Whether you notice or not, you know what you look like, and that gets implemented into your creations.

Maybe once or twice a day. If I have school I usually just spend all my time doodling in class, then sometimes I draw at home. But over the summer and just all breaks in general, I draw for a few hours once a day. Unfortunately, I pour a lot of time into art.

I tend to get more frustrated at night, though I think it turns out better at that time. I've kind of built like a graph of how well my art is at different times of day. I peak at 3 am

I don't post my art :P. I used to (not on tumblr, usually just on things like diviant art, tt, twitter, ect. Really just everywhere BUT here) but I don't really anymore. I don't for a lot of reasons, mostly due to the fact that I just don't finish art works. I haven't finished a piece in far over a year. I just don't have the motivation. This is one of my biggest pains as a person who likes to create. I just can't.

rendered. I don't quite know how to render, this is really just due to a lack of practice. I do know how to do all of it, it just doesn't match. Like I can render eyes but the style just doesn't match how I render skin. Theirs more too but idk

Hair. I know 2 (TWO) hairstyles, and both of them are for MEN. 🎵 Howww do you draw haiirr 🎵

🌼Artist Ask meme!🌼

There’s probably a lotta these out there but I wanted to make one of my own! Hopefully these are fun<3 

Send an emoji for each question!

 🖍️ When did you start drawing? Do you remember?  

 ✏️ Do you prefer traditional art or digital to relax?   

📏 What’s your go-to canvas size?

☕ Do you do warmup sketches before drawing? (Bonus: do you have any to share?)

🙃 Which is easier: faces facing left, right, or front view?

📚 How many layers do you typically use?

🐻 Your go-to things to draw when you need comfort?

🎁 Do you prefer drawing fandom stuff or your own characters?

🌈 Do you use more warm or cold colors?

🎼 Your favorite music to draw to right now?

🙌 Draw a doodle with your non-dominant hand

📐 Whats your favorite kinds of lines to draw?

💐 Do your drawing suit your aesthetics?

🦋 Do your drawings resemble you?

✨ How often do you draw?

🌗 Is night or day better for drawing?

🍭 What’s your main art blog / what do you tag your art with?

🍀 You wish your art was more..(fill in the blank)

🌊 What’s the hardest thing for you to draw? 

🙊 Share your latest silly doodle with no context

[eirasummersart]

hello :D i come with asks from different ask games that you reblogged hehe always late sowwy. these are for you! i'll send some for your oc's in 2 other asks (sowwy x2 for the spam). || valentines day: preference, blush || weirdly specific artist ask game: 3, 4, 14, 28 and 30

Hello, An! Thanks for the asks! I'll get to answering the others after this one! Now let's go for these answering as myself hahah

I'll add the links before the answers related to it start, since they're from 2 different ones!

Valentine's days ask.

preference: sexuality? what’s your ‘type’? Well, for the people who don't know yet, I'm aroace hahah I've always just been ??? about irl romance xD As for my type, can't say about irl preferences, since see above. But my types in media are usually kind/nice in some way (gap moe works well with me in this sense, with cold/grumpy who is actually sweet. But also just plain old kind and sweet). And also prince/ss-ish elegant and pretty I also like. But I feel like my type is all over the place sometimes hahah Ah, and I don't really care about their gender tbh.

blush: what could someone do this valentine’s to make you feel special?

Eh, not sure. I never did anything for Valentine's Day in a romantic context. I guess showing their appreciation and having a sweet gesture towards me would be enough? Just knowing they care and view me in a special way. I don't need anything fancy, really ahah I'm a simple person(?) (in this sense XD)

These two are strangely much more embarrassing to talk about than the earlier ask saklfhsakl

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game.

What ideas come from when you were little

Not sure if it means past projects that survived to this day, or just general motifs/parts of my artstyle that have made it to my present. If it's about past projects… none really, all my past OCs and stories have died some way or another 😔 My oldest OC right now, Diana, I plan to use in my new project as a supporting character, so maybe her! As for my style and such, I think the "I wanna draw pretty girls, with pretty hair and pretty outfits" of my childhood never left hahah Those are still my fav, and easiest, thing to draw~

4. Fav character/subject that’s a bitch to draw Well, there's a few like this? Idk, Ruggie and Sebek fall in this category for sure 🤔 Malleus too. And then, some of my other favs that are "manlier" from other media as well, like Xander from FE:Fates. I can't think of more like that rn, but I am working hard(?) to be able to draw muscles and manly so I can have the best of both worlds 💪😔 hahah

14. Any favorite motifs This is a bit broad for drawing 🤔 But I'd say some stuff for mine would be: pastel/soft colours, really blended shadding borders, flowy fabric with lots of details, frills, etc. and cute things. Also, I love drawing blushes, so adorable!

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

No zines, but I've joined oc x canon week and a couple Twisted Wonderland October events in the past (not the same both times so asklhfaslk). I also participated in a fem!twst collab in the past! And I'm active right now in the twst-charity project, does this count here?

What piece of yours do you think is underrated

TBH, any full rendered art that takes me a few days or even weeks. Those usually are the one with less interactions/appreciation 😭 (Still sad about my Epel Harveston drawing XD. Or how my van Zieks polished art got less interactions than the Susato one, which was doodle-ish with colour 😭) I mean, they're not perfect, but I put so much effort in those arts 😔 Forever sad about this topic.

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That's all for these! I hope it was midly entertaining at least hahaha Thanks again for the ask <3

[forever-rogue]

Sweetie idk if this is a request or not, but I NEED some Kenobi fluff after the last episode 😭😭 my heart can't take it. I just want obi wan to be happy, also anakin even if it's a bit too late. My heart is hurting but in a good way but also not

AN | Here you go, some soft fluff! Set sometime during the clone wars era, in which we pretend that everything ends happily ever after 🥰 Enjoy!

Pairing | Obi-Wan x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.2k

Masterlist | Main, Star Wars

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“There you are,” you found him sitting in the gardens, observing one of the many groves of flowers, intently studying them as if they held the secrets to the galaxy. He turned around at the sound of your voice, a smile tugging up the corner of his mouth, “I should have known that you’d be here and made it my first stop.”

“Hello there,” there was an amused lilt to his voice as he subtly pressed a kiss to your forehead. Unable to stop yourself, you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a hug, “I did not realize I was so missed.”

“Always,” you promised, ruffling his hair and brushing it out of his face, “and where is your young padawan? Hiding not-so-subtly away with the senator?”

“He thinks we do not know, but it is so blindingly obvious it’s a wonder half the galaxy does not know,” he huffed with a bit of laughter before picking one of the colorful blossoms and gently tucking it behind your ear, “perhaps he should learn a thing or two from us.”

“That is why you are master and he is padawan,” your whole face flushed with warmth at his sweet, intimate little gesture, “for now.”

“For now?”

“Of course,” you started to walk around the garden, reaching for his hand so he would join you, “he will not always be your padawan. Anakin is a lot of things, my love, but he is powerful. Perhaps one day he will rival you. I’d say he’s already following in your footsteps.”

“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow as you nodded, “just how so?”

“Taking on a rogue and fearless apprentice of his own, sneaking around with the woman he loves…tell me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, who does that sound like?” you grinned at him, proud of yourself for rendering him speechless for a few moments.

“Ahsoka is much less reckless than Anakin ever was-”

“I don’t know about that,” you both laughed, and a sense of ease and peace settled over you. You liked this - spending uninterrupted, quality time with him���it made you earn for it everyday. Especially when he had to leave for longer missions and all you could do was wait for him to return, “either way, he is much like you. He looks up to you, Obi-Wan, he is your brother. Perhaps we shouldn’t tease him too much and let him keep his little secret for now.”

“It won’t always have to be like this,” you’d sat down on one of the secluded benches and he followed suit, sitting as close to as humanly possible. Obi-Wan reached for your hand and laced your fingers together, studying them as though they were the most precious thing, “things will be different. We will have the family we want, a home we build…”

“I am not holding my breath in anticipation of the future, Obi-Wan,” you rested your head on his shoulder, exhaling softly, “I did not fall in love with you in the hopes of changing who you are, or having things be different. Even if it is always like this, I will not mind. I love you regardless, and nothing will change that.”

“You are more than I could have ever asked for,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before closing his eyes and resting his head on top of yours, “I do not deserve you in the slightest.”

“You have a flair for the dramatic,” you laughed, and oh. That sound was one of his favorite things ever and made his whole body vibrate with happy energy, “it is not about deserving. And even if it was, you would be more than deserving of me. The heart is a fickle thing but we do not choose who we love, it simply happens. For what its worth, I am glad my heart picked you.”

“And just how am I supposed to top that?” 

“You’re not,” you pulled back from him, moving so you were facing him. You brought your hands to his face, gently stroking his cheek, causing him to lean into your touch, “it’s not a competition. Have I ever told you how handsome you are?”

“A few times here and there I do believe,” he pressed a kiss to your palm, “but I am not opposed to hearing it more often.”

“Oh dear,” you beamed at him, “I fear I must keep you humble before your ego grows too large. I’ll hold my tongue just in case.”

“I will just have to remind you of how beautiful you are, won’t I?” you could have melted right then and there at the sweet sound of his voice, “I have seen many things throughout this galaxy, but there is nothing that could ever match your beauty and heart.”

“Now you’re just flattering me.”

“Hardly,” he insisted, leaving in so his lips were barely brushing against yours, “I mean it, I would never lie to you, my darling.”

“I know,” you closed the miniscule remaining distance and gently kissed him, relishing in his touch and taste, “nor would I to you.” 

“One day we will not have to hide,” he was insistent, so sure of what he was saying that you believed him. One day things would be different, and it was all worth the wait. He was worth the wait, “this I promise you.” 

He reached for the delicate chain around your necklace, pulling out of your bodice to run his fingers over the ring that lived on it. He had given it to you some time ago, a promise of what was to come, a promise of the future. You hadn’t taken it off since. 

“I know, Obi-Wan,” you whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he kissed you again, a gentle need and urgency behind his touch as you easily melded into him. 

“Master!” the sound of Anakin’s voice caused you to jump and pull back from Obi-Wan as you gently pushed him to the other side of the bench. There was a huge knowing grin on his face as he stopped in front of the two of you. He had impeccable timing as always, “oh, no need to hide on my account. I already know!”

“What are you doing here, my padawan?”

“We’re needed in a meeting,” you could tell he was holding back an eye roll, “if I must suffer through it, so must you.”

Obi-Wan sighed deeply, running a hand over his tired features as you giggled at him, “go on, my love, best not get in trouble. I will see you later.”

“Alright,” he looked between the two of you before standing up. He stopped for a moment to kiss you one last time before starting to follow Anakin, “I will see you later.”

“I count on it,” you promised, “see you soon, my love.”

[quoththe-ravenn]

drooled a lil over that amazing ask,,, but WOW that wasn't what i was thinking and in some ways i am both happy and surprised- surppy? haprised?? ANYWAY my inital thought was something like m!whitney and m!corrupt sydney who kinda teamed up on a more innocent lil pc (idk the dialogue def suggested a more innocent pc in my eyes, and no i dont have a corruption kink </3) and like corrupt syd wanted to do the dirty w pc to see if she would get like punished or something for doing the dirty with someone other than whitney idk 😭 i wasnt thinking too straight i just kept thinking "corrupt sydney corrupt sydney!!!!"

GAHHH YES actually this was a concept @froppiesyte and I were tossing around a little while ago. Anyways, sorry this took a while, I had to wait until I had time to actually sit down at my laptop and write. <3

M!Whitney x Afab!PC x M!Sydney

Tw: Noncon, Corruption, Virginity

Sydney liked to pride himself on being observant. Sometimes a little too observant; his wandering eyes were the reason that he'd been changed forever, after all.

It was how he had caught onto the bullies feelings for you. The way Whitney would stare after you longingly when you passed him in the halls, how his eyes would scan a room he just entered in search of you. How he'd affectionately brush your hair behind your ear while pinning you against the wall, a show for his friends and an excuse to touch you all rolled into one.

He also noticed how possessive the bully had become of you. How he fought hard to keep your innocence about you. It was quite strange, the way Whitney avoided using you the way he would anyone else. His excuses were top tier whenever his friends questioned him, as well.

He wanted to wait for the perfect moment to ruin your life. Wanted to wait for the perfect day to watch as your mascara rolled down your cheeks, to see the fear in your eyes.

Sydney could tell it was all a farce. Whitney never planned on hurting you like that. No, Sydney knew what the bully was really trying to do was figure out the best way to get you alone so he could fuck you any way he wanted, to be the only one to see you come undone under him.

It made Sydney giggle to think about it.

You walk into the library after school; you always spent Wednesday's with Sydney, helping him take stock of the shelves and returned books, checking carefully for any damage to the papers.

Today, Sydney couldn't keep his eyes off of you. More importantly, your body. Your shirt was torn in a few places, putting those delectable breasts on display. Your skirt was a bit shorter than usual, which told Sydney that you hadn't been able to come up with the money to repair your normal school skirt.

The two of you sit next to each other, silently working on your respective tasks. Sydney leans over, places a hand on your thigh under the pretense of grabbing a pen. You stiffen, the feeling of his hand on your bare skin foreign to you.

He gives you a warm smile, instantly putting your nerves at ease. "Sorry about that." You give a small smile back, then press your lips together as you look back down at his hand still on your leg. You don't want to cause a fuss, Sydney has always been so kind to you after all. He probably doesn't even realize he's doing it.

You jolt when his hand shifts slightly, moving a bit further up your thigh. He doesn't notice, his eyes focused on whatever he's writing. The warmth is distracting, rendering it impossible to remember what you had been doing moments ago.

A small gasp escapes you, your back straightening when his finger brushes against your crotch through your underwear. You grip his wrist, wide eyes meeting his amused ones. "Syd, wh-what are you doing?"

Sydney doesn't stop, instead moving his hand higher to properly press against your folds. You clamp your thighs together, capturing the wandering digits. It only adds to the friction, making you squirm. Sydney's grinning now. "Nothing, just a harmless little game. You trust me, don't you?"

A distressed noise leaves your lips as he pushes aside the fabric. But, this is Sydney. You do trust him. He's never done anything to hurt you before. Sparing a glance around the library, you nod, slightly relaxing your legs.

The pleased look Sydney gives you could make you melt. He turns your chairs to face each other, the hand not occupying your sex wrapping around your waist and pulling you a bit closer. When he slides a finger inside of you, your hands move to grip his biceps of their own accord.

"Sydney I... I..." He shushes you, slowly pushing his finger in and out of you. The sensation is dizzying, making your insides tighten in a way you've never felt before. Your body leans forward, breathing erratic.

He curls his finger, hitting a spot that makes you see stars. You feel him kiss the side of your head, his fingers brushing against that spot over and over and over again until you're squeezing your eyes shut at the overwhelming pressure that's built up in you. "There you go, it's okay. Let it out, I've got you." Sydney's calming words push you over the edge of your personal Niagara Falls.

Your moan is so loud and lewd you're surprised it didn't alert the janitor to your location. Your face is flushed, body shivering as you come back down to earth.

You look questioningly at Sydney as he stands, yelping when he pulls you up with him. His lips are on your neck, biting and licking. He pushes his hips into yours, pressing you roughly against the counter. "Sydney, wait. Don't-" You gasp, a particularly rough bite effectively silencing you.

He lifts your leg, captures your lips with his. Your eyes widen; You've never kissed anyone before, and Sydney just stole it without a thought. You feel something press against you down there.

You pull away from the kiss, pushing Sydney as hard as you can to try and get him off of you. "Stop, I don't want this Sydney, p-please!" It's as if Sydney doesn't hear you, his arm snaking around your waist and lifting you onto the counter.

Fingers brush against your clit again as Sydney pushes aside your underwear. You feel a pressure against your hole, and a screaming sob rips from you at the burning feeling of it pushing inside of you.

"Stop! Stop it hurts! Please!" Tears stream from your cheeks, landing with a splash on the surface beneath you. You desperately cling to Sydney's shoulders, unsure if you want to push him away or hold him closer.

Despite the roughness as he entered you, his following thrusts are slow, almost gentle in a way. It doesn't stop the pain, however.

The sound of the library door opening behind you makes anxiety bloom like a petunia in your chest. "Sydney, stop, someone's here! They're going to see, please st-ahhh!" A moan breathes out of you when his finger rubs a circle against your sensitive bud.

Oh no, the person most definitely heard that. You cover your mouth with your hand, desperately hoping to muffle the noises your making. Sydney thrusts in again, pulling you flush to his body.

"What the fuck," Whitney's voice rings out behind you. A heartbreaking sob sounds loudly, and it takes a minute for you to realize it came from you.

"Whitney, please!" You beg, crying out when Sydney thrusts harder into you at the words. His pace picks up, slamming into you until the three of you are surrounded by the lewd smacking of your hips.

Whitney stays silent, you look back at him to see his eyes narrowed. You plead with your eyes for him to save you. He's done it before, with his friends right? He'll do the same now, won't he?

But his focus isn't on you, it's on the boy who is currently assaulting you. You look up to notice Sydney looking back, a devilish grin on his face. "G-good of you to join us, Whit- ah- Whitney," Sydney's words are breathless, mocking.

Whitney scowls at the blonde, feet staying planted to their spot.

Sydney's hands grip your rear and pulls you against him. He hits that same spot his fingers had found earlier. It immediately unravels you, making your insides clench and your mind drift away from the situation.

You only realize you'd been screaming when Sydney's hand covers your mouth. Tears fall fresh, slickening his hand on your skin. You want this to stop, you don't want to be seen like this, by Sydney or Whitney.

You can't say that though, because Sydney keeps his hand pressed to your lips, pushing so hard you can taste blood.

Whitney and Sydney are talking, you realize. About what, you're not sure. It makes you nervous when you realize Whitney's got his pants down, his hand stroking lazily over his penis.

"It's okay, my love. We're just going to be kind and give Whitney a show. Then afterwards, you're going to be a good little slut and help him get off. Doesn't that just sound like a fair trade?"

It most certainly does not. Especially since you're not sure what he even means by those words.

But by their attitudes, you can only guess that you won't be leaving any time soon.

[seiwas]

op i am going to put my thoughts here bc they for sure won’t fit the tags 😭💓

but this fic!! oh my god!! it’s just 🥺🥹 literally those emojis combined 🥺 so soft and so tender and so much love, i’ve said ur writing reminds me of a shoujo anime, op but this one—it’s just, a movie scene, but very specific to those in indie movies that ache and feel almost stolen if anything 🥺 and i just 🥺 ultimate comfort op my heart was tingling 😭

ur writing is so beautiful op!! like i listed down so many lines i really really loved!! (which i’ll share rn) sorry in advance for the rambling!!

a vacuum of stars — taunting in its perpetuity. <- this one omfg when u hit me with this op i was literally like 😦 that’s such a beautiful way to describe things in so few words

and this one too: your fingers in his hair, his footprints in your life. idk what u call it but i’m such a sucker for related words used in a sentence!! like the fingers and the footprints just uGh

and the way you explored satoru’s headspace through this all 🥺 i adore that !! my personal writing style leans towards thoughts/feelings so reading this kind of felt very… homey? something familiar but also entirely different 🥺 and your exploration of his thoughts on all this—love and affection, being cared for and being deserving of it all 🥺 made my heart clench!!!

how he comes home!! op!! the value u place on the home!!: satoru likes to think of your front door as a threshold between realms, a gap between within and without. & how!! he could get used to coming home to reader and i just 🥺

and you dropped so many lil bits n moments of satoru’s realisations too 🥺 and i just ! my heart just !!! every single time i read them i went: oh

food tastes better, satoru has come to realize, when you have someone to eat it with. 

cookie jars placed on the highest shelf to give him an excuse to help you reach them,

maybe some sunflowers, something that could rival the brightness of your smile.

it comes to him so easily, when he’s with you; that upturn of his lips, the butterflies in his stomach.

having someone who worries for you is a luxury, satoru has come to realize.

they’re all so powerful bc they’re such small, subtle things but you have a way of magnifying them op 🥹 idk how u do it but it’s just so !!!! i love subtle intimacies and this entire fic was full of it!!!

when he calls reader silly omg 🤧 shut up that is so cute & then it’s even worse when he calls em ‘sleeping beauty’ omfg 😭

i like your take that satoru finds an easy, sweet love w reader 🥺 and that he realises that’s rlly how it’s supposed to be 🥺 mainly bc — i think he’s always been handed all these big, difficult things to handle nskensj and i like how u render his technique weak at the prospect of love 🥺 i just !!

and this bit: “did you… make these?” a pause. ”for me?” + “he can’t possibly be allowed to feel so loved — can he?” made my heart ache!! like he can’t believe it’s true 🥺 like why him? what did he do? (to deserve you?)

and it’s this!!:

maybe it’s more than that, maybe there’s nothing he can say or do; what words could he even begin to use to properly verbalize the emotions he’s feeling right now? how could his touch even begin to measure up to the sweet sensation unfurling in his chest?

his slow realisation that sometimes love is just like that, and there’s nothing to do but feel it, accept it, and hope that whoever he loves knows how he feels and feels it right back 🥺

and the small touches !!! the kiss to his neck !!! when he kisses reader !!! op im melting !!! for real 🥺

i love the reader you made for him here, so tender so loving ! worrying about him always even though he says there’s no need ☹️ and how he receives it !! by trying to fix his bad habits bc reader’s always concerned for him ☹️ and !!! when reader dotes on him i was sniffling !! “You did well” jaisnskdj i think bc he doesn’t get told it enough !!!! and i love exploring that side to him always !! the one that’s babied and handled with care 🥺

and their banter!! u got the perfect balance op 🥺 reader was so tender n loving while still so witty !! n teasing !! in the way satoru is ! and that makes for such good banter uGH i wish i could write like this 🥺

this scene:

”woah there,” satoru chokes out, grinning, desperately hoping you don’t notice the red tint to his ears. ”are you flirting with me? i have a partner, you know.”

a giggle slips from your lips, sleepy and amused. ”oh, do you?” one of your hands goes to cup his cheek,  thumb caressing the edge of his jaw as you gaze at him fondly. ”lucky them.”

i love it bc the joking around feels so intimate 🥺

and yeah 🥺 i rlly loved this so much op!! thank u thank u for writing it!!!

i’ll relearn love at our kitchen table ; satoru gojo

synopsis; satoru still doesn’t really know what love is supposed to feel like. but if it means coming home to you, and getting to bask in the warmth of your embrace and the sweet scent of pastries, then maybe it’s fine if it’s a curse.

word count; 4.9k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, satoru gojo vs. the mortifying ordeal of being loved, fluff fluff fluff!!, a hint of angst if you reeeaallyyy squint, gojo’s pov, the babygirlification of satoru gojo, i just think being babied would fix him <3

a/n; i wanted to write something for suguru or shoko but this man is genuinely holding my brain hostage atp so more satoru fluff it is!! physically i could write gojo angst yes but emotionally? imagine the toll…

when satoru steps over the threshold to your apartment, he’s downright exhausted.

a heavy kind of fatigue, a little sickening. the kind that seems to sneak its way into his bones, crawl its way under his skin. dragging him down, down, down.

a yawn slips from his lips.

the mission itself wasn’t too tough — anything is a breeze for satoru gojo, that fact needs no elaboration. this one was just a little more taxing than usual, slightly more important, which means he had to deal with the technicalities of it all. had to listen to the elders go on and on about the importance of discretion, about finishing things swiftly and efficiently, and something else he didn’t stick around long enough to hear.

and the curse? a small fry, really. nothing worth fussing over. but it was annoying, with that irritatingly effective barrier technique. how long did he have to stay inside that goddamn veil before it let him get close enough to land a hit? 

satoru doesn’t want to think about it, can’t be bothered to figure it out when all he wants is to collapse into the warm comfort of a soft mattress.

all he knows is that when it finally lifted, the night sky was the only thing he could see. a vacuum of stars — taunting in its perpetuity.

so, with all that being said; to say satoru feels a little worn out might be a bit of an understatement. 

hair slightly tousled, eyelids heavy with sleep-deprivation, he slumps against the wall and allows himself to simply breathe. a soft groan flows from his parted lips as he stretches idly, a small respite for his stiff and achy joints, his tired muscles. 

it’s been a long day. but satoru still finds it in him to exhale a relieved breath, to drag his blindfold down to his neck and kick off his shoes.

because it’s been a long, long day — but now he’s finally home.

(not just a house, not just an apartment, but a home. a place of comfort and belonging. satoru didn’t think that was a luxury he would ever be able to afford.)

the moment he lets the door close behind him, a particular scent greets him. soothing in its familiarity, the only thing in his life that never seems to change; a blend between fresh laundry, and watered houseplants, and something that smells a bit like honey. maybe even sweeter than usual, though satoru chalks that up to his mind playing tricks on him. 

it’s nice. so nice. coming back to something warm and real, a respite from his hectic work. a safe haven of sorts, one that hasn’t been taken from him just yet.

satoru likes to think of your front door as a threshold between realms, a gap between within and without. one is dark in its saturation, plagued by that never-fading smell of iron, while the other is simply warm. sacred in its normalcy. 

everything looks just as it should, the same as when he rushed out this morning; a fluffy blanket draped over the couch haphazardly, that soft golden light streaming out from the kitchen, your shoes by the front door.

satoru blinks, drowsily.

wait.

why is the kitchen light still on?

as if his eyes could ever deceive him, satoru rubs the skin under them groggily — blinking once, then twice. 

yep, it’s still there — that soft fluorescent glow. a sight he’s come to associate with breakfast and dinner and a mellow kind of love, laughter shared over warm meals made by human hands. food tastes better, satoru has come to realize, when you have someone to eat it with. 

ah, but it’s odd. did you forget to turn the lights off? that’s not very like you. 

as if possessed by a strange, irresistible longing, his feet carry him to the kitchen in question. undeniably groggy, his uncoordinated steps are riddled with fatigue, but the yearning in his chest compels him to move forward anyway — a kind of yearning he only fully understands when he enters the space, and sees you slumped over the table, a familiar flicker of cursed energy capturing his attention.

you’re asleep.

satoru stills, where he stands by the threshold between the kitchen and the living room.

everything looks the same as always — cookie jars placed on the highest shelf to give him an excuse to help you reach them, origami made from newspapers he never bothers to read anyway, a vase standing proudly on the kitchen counter, stuffed with fresh flowers he bought for you two days ago. 

the red roses still haven’t wilted, shining in the blue of the moonlight flickering in. good. they’re pretty, but maybe next time he should get you something more original. maybe some sunflowers, something that could rival the brightness of your smile. do they even sell sunflowers this time of year? 

if you were awake, he would ask you, preferring your guidance over google’s. but you're not awake, you’re fast asleep, cheek squished against the kitchen table as you softly snore.

satoru feels his mood lift at the sight alone, and suddenly he doesn’t feel as tired anymore. something soft and almost otherworldly sprouts in his chest, as he takes you in, stepping closer. almost giddy, just to see you up close.

you look so peaceful and relaxed, so content. elbows resting on the table as soft little breaths fall from your lips; he spots a bit of drool on the corner of your bottom lip, gaze fond as he wipes it away with his thumb. he can’t resist the urge to poke your cheek, and it makes you stir ever so slightly — lips curling up into something akin to a sleepy smile.

satoru grins.

(you’re so cute.)

despite his fatigue, he hears himself chuckle, all soft and amused and a little bit lovesick. it comes to him so easily, when he’s with you; that upturn of his lips, the butterflies in his stomach.

satoru is still getting used to it. this cotton candy sweet, light as a feather kind of love. the kind that always feels like spring. 

but with every day that passes, the life he has with you becomes a little easier to digest. his future with you becomes a little easier to visualize.

yeah, he thinks. he could get used to this. coming home to you.

a soft smile, as he exhales a somewhat exasperated breath. you really shouldn’t be sleeping out here, though. silly.

satoru leans forward, inching closer to your pretty, sleeping face — he almost feels bad, waking you up like this. but he wants to hear your voice so badly.

so he cups your cheek, cold skin meeting warm, his hands still lingering with the bite of the midnight air. his fingertips tingle, buzzing with the body heat that trickles from your veins to his — one single touch is all it takes for him to soften.

the word that falls from his lips breaks the peaceful silence of the kitchen, breathing life into the moment. whispered into your ear, causing your brows to furrow as you gently slip from sleep’s embrace.

“baby…” 

satoru is smiling, when your eyelids flutter open. a sincere smile, reserved for you and his students. bathed in the mellow hue of the kitchen lamp’s illumination, a soft glow curls around the strands of his white hair, a halo of artificial light.

blinking sleepily, you gaze at him in silence. something shines in your eyes, something satoru tentatively recognizes as adoration. 

satoru gazes right back at you, with heavy-lidded eyes and a lopsided smile. teasing, lighthearted. thumb smoothing over the apple of your cheek.

he grins, hopelessly endeared. ”hey there, sleeping beauty.”

a yawn tumbles from your lips, and you lift yourself up, leaning into his touch. “toru…” you mumble, voice a little raspy but still oh so sweet.

satoru doesn’t say anything. he simply takes you into his arms, gently, touch so very delicate — as if you’re made of porcelain. and you just let yourself fall into his embrace, while he tucks you under his chin, safe and secure. 

it’s warm, he thinks. it feels right. complete, somehow.

and satoru thinks to himself that this must be what love feels like. what it’s supposed to feel like, anyhow, all sweet and light. all good and normal, something you never have to question. a cornerstone.

“you’re back…” you drawl, muffled into his uniform as your arms sneak around his thin waist. bringing him closer.

stroking the back of your head softly, satoru’s chest rumbles as he speaks, voice deep and a little raspy. soothing, a lullaby just for you. “yeah,” he hums. ”were you waiting?”

all you do is nuzzle further into his chest, cheek smooshed right over his heart; breathing out a sleepy little mhm that has him going weak at the knees, lips curling up helplessly.

“i wanted to…” you continue, stretching your arms a little to shrug away the remnants of sleep still clinging to your joints. “but i fell asleep.” 

satoru feels you move in his arms, until your jaw settles on top of his shoulder and you press a chaste kiss to his neck. an exhale leaves his lips, something tender in the way his breath wavers.

“welcome home,” is whispered, muffled against his skin. a sentence he never wants to go a single day without hearing. “did the mission go okay?”

satoru plants a kiss on top of your head, speaking in a low tilt, reassuring. “it did. just took a little longer than i thought.” a soft inhale, as he basks in the scent of your shampoo. “i wanted to text you, but the veil blocked my signal. sorry, sweetie.”

another soft yawn, and a shake of your head. “s’ fine, don’t worry,” you murmur. ”i’m just glad you’re okay.”

satoru chuckles. there’s a fondness to it, light. and then something else, something more heavy — it rumbles through his chest, almost like a purr, or a soothing thunderstorm. he can only hope it’s enough to comfort you.

“of course.” he says the words like they’re indisputable, like they’re written down in scriptures old and worn. cradling you in his strong arms, he pulls you closer to his chest. hoping you’ll feel his heartbeat against you, feel that he’s there. “i always am, aren’t i?”

no answer. only a tiny hum, absentminded.

and satoru knows, deep down, that his words don’t mean much. that a part of you is always going to worry over him, no matter how many times he tells you that there’s no need. that he’ll be fine.

the thought makes him feel a bit guilty. a little sick to his stomach, at the thought of being a source of your anxiety, the reason you can’t fall asleep at night.

but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t also make him feel somewhat giddy.

the thought tastes sweet, on his tongue, even though it probably shouldn’t. having someone who worries for you is a luxury, satoru has come to realize. a luxury he has, now, one he hasn’t felt since —

well. that’s neither here nor there.

(“be careful, satoru,” he recalls a kind boy saying.

but that was many, many springs ago.)

“oh, right.”

at the sound of your voice, satoru pulls away ever so slightly, gazing down at you. “hm?”

you take a step back, looking up at him with a tilt of your head. hands still resting securely on his waist, fingertips squeezing at his hips lightly, affectionately. ”have you had anything to eat yet?”

“yeah. got some takeout on my way back.”

satoru expects you to sigh in relief, at his instantaneous answer. you don’t like it when he skips meals, so these days he’s been trying not to do it as much. even though he doesn’t always have the time to eat properly, and even though the sweets he chews on between missions make him lose his appetite. but he makes an honest attempt, for you.

someone worries for him. someone wants him to eat well.

that’s more than enough for satoru gojo.

but you don’t exhale, and you don’t look very relieved, either. you look… disappointed. eyes suddenly glancing down at the floor, lips curled down into a barely noticeable frown. 

“oh,” you breathe. “okay. good.”

one second. then two. satoru tilts his head.

“why?” he stops to think. maybe… “did you make something?”

a certain recognition flickers in the depths of your eyes, and satoru thinks he must be right on the money. chewing at your bottom lip a little, you wait a moment before curling your fingers around his wrist — tugging him away from the kitchen table.

satoru follows, pliantly, until you’re standing in front of the fridge.

“well, um… here,” you mumble, somewhat sheepishly. fingers tapping at the handle before pulling it open. “take a look.”

satoru watches as the fridge door opens, slowly.

he blinks.

the first thing he sees is a single slice of strawberry shortcake. the strawberry looks fresh, glittering like a ruby on top of the softly whisked cream — and layers of sponge cake, that look like they’d melt in his mouth.

and that’s not all. there are a wide array of baked treats stuffed into the cramped space, protected by plastic wrapping and containers. everything from cupcakes with too much frosting — just the way he likes them — to chocolate chip cookies that crumble at the corners, satoru never seems to run out of things to look at. 

colourful treats, lovingly made and sitting right in front of him. it’s like he’s standing in a patisserie. they almost seem to sparkle, in the peripheral of his vision; glimmering softly, tantalizingly, like something out of a dream.

childish. that’s what nanami and shoko always call him, and he always protests, but — maybe they have a point, after all. satoru certainly feels a little childish, when he realizes his eyes must be wide and bursting with child-like giddiness. a simple kind of joy, at seeing the ample selection in front of him. especially after that tedious mission prevented him from getting any sugar into his system.

”i did my best,” you mutter, sharing the sight with him as your eyes trail over a pretty bag of macarons. ”dunno if they turned out any good, but… i hope you’ll like them.”

satoru’s gaze flits over to you. 

he opens his mouth, and then closes it again.

”did you… make these?” a pause. ”for me?”

a blink. you look somewhat confused, nodding stiffly. ”yeah.” who else would they be for?, your eyes seem to say.

for a second, satoru only stares at you. in complete silence, the tired cogs inside his head turning sluggishly as he thinks about the implications of that answer. with a soft flutter, he feels his heartbeat pick up, warming him up from the inside out. 

you made them. with your own hands. you made all of these and you did it for him.

for some reason, satoru finds it oddly hard to speak — like someone stuffed a bunch of cupcakes down his throat. it’s weird. usually he can’t seem to stop talking, especially not when he’s with you, but… 

something about this is just too tender.

you must have been baking all day. no wonder the apartment smelled sweeter than usual, when he walked in.

as if itching to curl around one of the macarons, his fingers twitch, but satoru gulps and keeps them still. he wants to say something, anything, wants to thank you or ask why you’d spend so much of yourself on him, but satoru only stays silent.

and maybe it’s because he’s tired. maybe he’s just a little caught off guard. usually this wouldn’t be that hard to handle — he could just throw himself on you and shower you in kisses, show his appreciation with a flurry of dramatics and declarations of love. 

but right now there seems to be a disconnect, between satoru’s mind and body. maybe the mission drained him more than he realized. or maybe it’s more than that, maybe there’s nothing he can say or do; what words could he even begin to use to properly verbalize the emotions he’s feeling right now? how could his touch even begin to measure up to the sweet sensation unfurling in his chest?

the silence doesn’t last long. as satoru stands there and spirals, you speak up, most likely chalking it up to him being too sleepy to react. 

”this mission was especially rough, right?” you begin, with a soft tilt of your head. a smile curls its way onto your lips, proud and sweet. sweeter than everything in the fridge combined.

one step, then two. you inch closer to him, until there’s almost no space between you — standing on your tiptoes, one hand on his shoulder and the other reaching for his head. smoothing down his tousled hair, fingers tangling themselves between the soft white strands and getting lost in them. and it’s gentle, the way you begin to pat his head, doting. 

then you speak. ”you did well.”

and it’s such a simple thing to say. three words, three syllables, but the words just tumble out from your mouth so earnestly that satoru can’t help but still. his breath hitches in his throat, softly, barely noticeable, but it’s there. that surprise.

satoru never knows how to act, when you get like this. patting his head and ruffling his hair like he’s something warm and sweet and worthy of love. something delicate, and not the strongest man on the planet. 

it’s so weird. you’re so weird.

(satoru leans into your touch without thinking, allowing his eyes to flutter shut.)

it’s perplexing, this feeling, and the fact that he can’t pinpoint why frustrates him to no end. isn’t this wrong? shouldn’t he be the one ruffling your hair, coddling you?

what formula is he supposed to follow here, exactly? should he tease you? pull away from your touch?

satoru wishes his six eyes could tell him the answer, but they don’t. they’ve never been very good with emotions, with things that aren’t directly tied to his suffering or imminent death.

(so ironic. all these eyes and nothing to see. they failed to see suguru’s silence, back then, and now they fail to see what reaction would please you the most. 

really, such a worthless ability to love people with.)

no answer comes to him. so satoru doesn’t tease you, and he doesn’t pull away.

it does feel slightly wrong, though. like this feeling isn’t something he’s supposed to have, there must be some mistake, he can’t possibly be allowed to feel so loved — can he? having you bake him all his favorite treats, run your fingers through his hair. praise him for working hard. really, isn’t he being too coddled?

… but it feels so nice.

satoru suspects that there’s a lot to love he might not fully understand, just yet.

maybe tomorrow, when he’s a little less tired, he can try once again to give you the impression that he’s perfect. that he doesn’t need affection, that he doesn’t crave your support or your touch. that he’s above all that, the strongest, someone for you to depend on.

depend on him, while he depends on no one. that’s the kind of existence satoru gojo is. that’s how it should be, that’s all he knows, but…

ah. it feels really nice when your nails scratch his scalp like that.

and suddenly, that’s all satoru can think. no more pesky what-ifs, or second guessing every good thing he gets. right now, it’s just you and him. your fingers in his hair, his footprints in your life.

satoru allows himself to melt under your touch, almost meekly. leaning down just a little further, to make it easier for you to smooth your hand over his head. he nuzzles into your palm with a happy little exhale, and for some reason he feels sort of bashful.

try as he might, satoru doesn’t manage to successfully shoo the emotion away, so all he can do is hope you don’t take note of it.

and you just continue your onslaught of affection, now ruffling his hair with both your hands, like he’s a big puppy getting cooed over. satoru suspects that you might be getting a little carried away, but he doesn’t stop you. greedy, in the way he wishes your hands would never leave his hair. the way he hopes you’ll never be too far away from him to reach.

”such a hard worker,” you coo, and he feels himself grow flustered. ”my baby deserves so much love.”

”woah there,” satoru chokes out, grinning, desperately hoping you don’t notice the red tint to his ears. ”are you flirting with me? i have a partner, you know.”

a giggle slips from your lips, sleepy and amused. ”oh, do you?” one of your hands goes to cup his cheek,  thumb caressing the edge of his jaw as you gaze at him fondly. ”lucky them.”

the grin you’re wearing is awfully bright. soft around the edges in a way that has him speechless, brain malfunctioning ever so slightly. satoru makes a mental note to scrap the sunflower idea — there has to be some brighter flower out there, one that can actually compete with your smile. sunflowers just won’t cut it.

but then you let go, and satoru gets broken out of his lovesick stupor. when your hands leave his skin, his lips curl down into a soft pout — one he rushes to smooth away, before you can notice it.

you step back, failing to stifle a soft bout of laughter — and satoru knows it’s not because you saw the pout, when he realizes that your gaze is glued to his hair. he internally winces when he thinks about how messy it must look, after your little bout of cuteness aggression. 

(you really are weird, finding him cute of all things.)

he expects you to tease him a little more, but you don’t, turning away and tapping your fingers on the kitchen counter. ”if i’d known you’d be home this late,” you speak, stealing one last glance at the pastries before closing the fridge. ”then i would’ve waited until tomorrow. so you could eat them fresh.”

an apology rests on satoru’s tongue, but as if sensing it, you rush to reassure him.

”ah, but this is fine too! they should still taste good!” you turn away, muttering. ”… hopefully.”

then you nod to yourself, crossing your arms absentmindedly. 

satoru looks at you for a second. 

then he steps forward, unable to resist the temptation — tapping at your wrist with the pads of his fingers, before gently curling them around it, coaxing you into turning your head towards him.

the kiss he presses to your lips is soft, delicate. his fingers trace along your jaw, cupping your cheek and tilting your face up slightly, just letting his warm lips rest against yours. sweet and chaste. he sighs into the kiss, content, and feels your pulse pick up.

then he moves down to your jaw, slow and methodical — lazy kisses, sleepy but so full of affection. and little pecks, scattered all over your lips, your cheek, the tip of your nose.

you seem to melt a little, against him, and satoru relishes in it; his ability to make you relax. far more valuable than the six eyes, he would argue.

when he pulls away from you, with what takes tremendous self-restraint, he’s smiling. his gaze meets yours, layered over with pure adoration, blue eyes crinkling as he looks at you. as if you’re his entire world. the kitchen light embraces him, cascading down the contours of his face; the bridge of his nose, the curve of his jaw, his barely noticeable dimples.

and there it is, again — that flicker of love in your eyes, that adoration. as if you’re looking at a painting, something too beautiful for words.

(satoru hopes you can see that very same adoration, reflected in his eyes as he looks at you.)

after a moment, he leans forward, to rest his jaw on the curve of your shoulder. you stumble a little under the weight, caged in as his arms hug your midriff.

”god,” he sighs, breathless, heavy with giddy disbelief. almost whining when he continues, nuzzling into your neck as if to hide. ”why are you so perfect, huh? i don’t get it.”

at that, you huff out a laugh, an amused little breath. wrapping your arms around his neck and scratching at his nape softly. satoru shudders just a little, arms tightening around you.

”stealing my line…” you mutter, accusatory, smile laced over with a honeyed affection. 

another amused breath is exhaled into the air of the kitchen, this time from him. ”nah,” he grins, tugging you closer. ”’s mine.”

this is warm, he thinks. this feels right. complete, in a way that satoru never understood before you.

he could probably stand there forever, just basking in it. soaking up your body heat and the smell of your shampoo. until your warmth is all he knows, until he can never get your scent off his skin.

and satoru thinks that he could get used to this. a cotton candy sweet, light as a feather kind of love, one that smells like spring and tastes like strawberry shortcakes and feels like tight hugs shared in kitchens.

your love makes him feel so human. and it’s scary, terrifying even, but it's also too good to pass up. it’s worth the risk. so worth everything.

a yawn leaves your lips, suddenly. satoru feels you soften in his embrace, nuzzling closer to him, stumbling just a tad. he doesn’t think it’s fair, for such a simple gesture to make him as happy as it does.

”sleepy?” he coos, smile giddy and fond. ”let’s go to bed, okay? no more sleeping on the kitchen table, silly.”

a disgruntled little huff resounds throughout the air, as you let your arms fall to your sides. ”that’s on you,” you declare, poking the plush of his chest with your finger. ”i only fell asleep because you took so long.”

a teasing glint flickers in satoru’s eyes.

”wanted to see me that badly, huh?” he coos. you roll your eyes, and he pulls your cheek. ”that’s cute.”

”so what if i did?”

satoru stills. you’re smiling, a little mischievous but mostly sincere. and it really is very unfair of you, he thinks — to do this to him while his guard is down. 

but he manages to pull himself together, raising an amused eyebrow and booping your nose in a way that catches you off guard. blinking up at him, eyelashes fluttering. 

satoru clears his throat. ”well, that’s sweet.”

he turns on his heel, suddenly, and strolls over to the fridge. ”but you know what’s even sweeter?” he chirps, fingers curling around the handle as he swiftly pulls it open. 

satoru licks his lips, absentmindedly, eyes trailing over all the different pastries. so close yet so far, just out of reach; his fingers move forward, towards that mesmerizing slice of strawberry shortcake —

”— no.”

a hand settles on satoru’s waist, and tugs him away from his well-deserved prize. taking advantage of his momentary surprise, you close the fridge decisively, and give him an unimpressed raise of your eyebrow.

satoru whines, loud and grating. pouting sweetly, trying to make you feel bad. ”c’mon, just one bite —”

”no.”

”but they’re for me!”

”they’re for you to eat tomorrow. i was only gonna let you eat them tonight if you were on the brink of starvation, or something.”

”i am!”

”so the takeout was a lie?” you narrow your eyes at him, suddenly suspicious. ”have you been skipping meals, again?”

satoru pauses. weighing his options. ”well, no, but…”

”— then no.”

another soft whine. you turn away from him, when he tilts his head and gives you his best set of puppy dog eyes. in fear of giving in to them, satoru knows, as you have so many times before. ”please?” he tries, to no avail.

”you’re not eating sweets before bed, satoru,” you deadpan, and his smile falls further, exaggerated. ”and no, we are not having that conversation again.”

he can tell you’re trying to sound stern, but a giggle tumbles from your lips nonetheless, at the ridiculousness of the situation. keeping a grown man away from your fridge, knowing that he’ll wolf down every pastry he sees and get himself sick if you don’t. all while the man in question whines at you in protest, frowing so deeply, disappointment evident on his features.

(except satoru really isn’t very disappointed at all. like this, he gets to stare at your smile all he wants, after all. knowing you won’t notice it, too busy trying to keep yourself from giving in to his pleas.)

he tries again, one last time. just because he knows it’ll make you laugh. you do, a little exasperated, and satoru couldn’t be happier. 

and he thinks to himself that if this is what love is, if this is what it’s supposed to feel like, then it can’t possibly be that much of a curse. 

maybe he should revise the hypothesis, get a second opinion. he’ll have to ask you tomorrow, over pastries and coffee, and hear what you have to say.

as you both stumble to the bedroom, sleepy and a little delirious, satoru thinks that maybe this is enough; the lighthearted banter, the fond laughter. everything good and real and normal, within the space of your apartment, a home he never thought he’d have.

(and maybe, a second opinion isn’t necessary, after all. maybe it doesn’t really matter if love is a curse or not, as long as he gets to share it with you, like this.)

that night, satoru dreams. curled up with you beneath the blankets, limbs tangled together, as if he could never be close enough.

he dreams of kitchen lights, of sweet treats and warm hands. of spring breezes, and a love he’s finally beginning to accept for what it is:

good. wholly and thoroughly.

[kaijukat-art]

Hello! I was wondering if you could a small tutorial on how you render your pieces?? They’re all super pretty btw!! I love your art :D!!

Ahh thank you sm!! <3 0: i’m not very good at explaining my process, and it changes depending on what I’m drawing as well, but I’ll try my best to explain it!

imma use the choso panel redraw since it’s a pretty simple portrait (done in Procreate, but most of this can be applied to CSP too)

once i’ve got a decently refined sketch, i fill in a basic starting skin colour for the character. i start some shading once i have a basic idea of where i want lighting. colour-wise, i usually go a bit darker & warmer for the first pass. (i use a brush that’s a basic airbrush settings but i replace the shape source with a reuleaux triangle) besides where shadows will fall, ill also focus on making the colour more dense on the ears, fingers, around the eyes, and sometimes the blush area. (also let it be known i use Liquify a lot, and constantly flip my canvas. as you render you’ll often start noticing lil adjustments that need to be done)

ill build up passes of colour, going darker & more saturated as i do. as the colours darken, they’ll be in the more receded/hidden areas of the face (like under brows, under chin, inner ear, unless the lighting calls for otherwise) in this case though, he’s also kinda beat up, so i added more colour under the eyes/on the cheekbones to add to the bruise vibes

for the nose/brow/shoulder highlights, i made a new layer & set it to Add. it’s a handy way to get a highlight colour and brighten your hot spots for lighting. this is usually when ill mess with the sketch/linework, sometimes i switch the layer mode to Multiply if i know i want to fully paint over it. in this case i think i just Alpha Locked the layer and painted in the hair/eyeliner since i wanted them darker. once the linework is thoroughly fukt with, i make a new layer and start painting over. usually involves a lot of colour picking & making some adjustments, playing around with levels of colour. I also swap between the reuleaux and a funky dense rectangle thing for rendering, sometimes little sketch pens for smaller details too.

(technically the blue-tinge reflective lighting wasn’t very accurate for the bg/scene colour i chose, but i got carried away and didn’t wanna change it lol)

hair rendering is fun sometimesssss. i make a new layer, choose a slightly brighter colour, and messily block in where i want the highlights. idk how else to explain it besides like, think about using H-adjacent shapes when you’re erasing/refining the highlights. for the last step, i make a new layer, set it to Add, and paint inside the highlights for the sharper look.

When it’s getting to a place i kinda like, (added some blood/cuts on this one before moving on) ill usually start messing with some overlay effects. this usually involves picking a random colour, filling in a new layer, and seeing how it lays over the piece. depending on the vibe im going for it can change a lot, but i find myself usually liking Exclusion & Subtract a lot. (sometimes ill throw a Noise + Overlay layer on top as well, but didn’t for this piece)

i hope that makes some sense??😭 im sorry if anything isn’t clear, i can try my best to answer specifics if needed.

it’s not my most thoroughly rendered portrait but it’s one i got a decent amount of wip screenshots for.. my style in general is still a wip, and i change it up a bit every time. i encourage experimentation always!!! it’s helped me a lot. i’ll see about making a more thorough tutorial for a properly rendered piece soon too!

[mortellanarts]

im Very late but 4, 20, n 30 for the artist asks!!

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

MY FAVES ARE ALWAYS THE ONES I CAN'T DRAW EASILY 😭 Like,, I mentioned it before but drawing Light and Clover? Awesome, seamless, just fun all around but the Kurashikis- that live in my brain 24/7- are always such a pain for some reason! It took me so long to get drawing them right and god Roxas and Ven's hair too I just gave up and made my own way of drawing them which I guess it's how it's supposed to go but idk! Still! I love them it's fun I am so happy doing it but also it takes a while to get out of sketch hell trial and error hours

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

Hands sometimes! Sometimes I get the urge to just draw hands gesturing for some reason and when that happens I keep them as reference because I absolutely know that when I actually need to draw them I won't be able to. Also hair I think? People have a hard time with that right, I remember someone in art school complaining when I said I had an easy time with it, it's always the first thing I do when I render

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

My kingdom hearts x disney parks zine piece was the best composition I've done in my life and almost no one saw it :<