#as much as i enjoy drawing these. i would more greatly appreciate being commissioned to do them.

[jekyll-doodles]

Alice Angel And Allison Angel Fusion?

Last one (free requested batim fusion) I'll do.

💚My Tip Jar (Ko-fi)/Commission Info💚 Do not remove source, edit, trace, or repost!

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: sodapop, ponyboy, johnny cade, and dallas winston

↳ warnings: mentions of being beaten up, various injuries, and angst. no actual description of being jumped

↳ notes: could be interpreted as romantic or platonic. had trouble trying to nail all of them down, so i hope i did them justice. reblogs and comments and greatly appreciated

↳ song: blue moon (take five)—elvis presely

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩

• It's mid-day when he stumbles in from a long morning of working on cars down at the DX with Steve. Grease is all along the skin of his hands, and a different kind can be seen slicking back his hair, but that's nothing a hot shower can't fix

• He was on his way to do just that, enjoying the for once empty house as he did so, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw you splayed out on the couch

• You were so still his first thought was that you were taking a nap. But once Soda looked closer, he quickly realized you were doing anything but sleeping

• "Hey there Soda." You slurred with a careless grin, elevating your head the best you could to keep blood from dripping into your eye; the likes of which was already beginning to swell an angry red color

• It was clear to Soda what had happened. Everyone in the gang had been jumped once or twice, the more minor ones resulting in a fist fight or two while the bigger fights ended up with scars like Johnny had, and he could tell this was one of the latter

• "Good glory."

• Soda immediately dropped everything to take care of you. Or, when you wouldn't let him fuss over you, insisting you were fine (you were not), he goes out of his way to keep an eye on you. The only times he leaves your side on the couch is to bring you some rubbing alcohol and a bandage for the open wounds

• Turns into such a mother hen. Even after getting a closer look at your injuries, which turned out to be less troubling than he had expected, he still refuses to leave you alone

• "What were you doing walking in that part of town?" He throws his hands in the air as you finally explained where you'd gotten jumped. "You know we ain't liked much there, man."

• You grunted with a mix of pain and annoyance as you sat yourself up more. "Yeah, well I wasn't exactly expecting to get jumped in broad daylight on a public street now, was I?"

• He supposes that's a fair point, but won't admit it. Especially not while your skin is turning various shades of the rainbow

• After that day he always makes sure to remind you not to walk anywhere soc's are known to hang. It even goes as far as him suggesting he could draw you a map, to which you respond by reminding him that you'd lived here just as long as he had and could walk by yourself thank you very much

• "At least make sure you carry a blade or something, yeah?" He practically begs you, all the while staring at the small scar that swiped across the beginning of your hairline. A memory of when you had been stupid enough to get into a fight you knew you wouldn't win

• "Yeah yeah whatever Soda." You puff, promising him that if anything like that ever happens again you won't hesitate to call him or one of the other guys

• He might be a bit overbearing, but by god does Soda love you, so don't you go getting beat up on now

𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲

• This was before he had gotten tag teamed on the way back from the movies, so frankly, when Ponyboy finds you leaning against a brick wall downtown with your head all but limp against it, he thinks he's found a dead body

• Pony is just about to nervously pass it when he notices your shoes—the exact same type he'd seen you wearing the last time you'd met up with him

• Has no idea what to do at first. He'd never seen anyone other than Johnny look like this after getting jumped, and the other boy had been crying. You were just laying there. He supposed that if he had been you, he would have been hollering for his brothers by now

• Doesn't freak out. That's not in his nature. Instead, Pony kind of just stares at you for a moment before walking over and shaking you. Perhaps with a bit more force than nessicary

• Despite his gift with words, Pony couldn't describe the relief that washed over him when he opened his eyes even if he wanted to

• "What happened?" He says your name with an underlying quiver to it, eyes darting around your shoulders as he looks at bruises and cuts. Nothing serious he hopes, but it's hard to tell in the moonlight. If he squints his eyes hard enough, he thinks he sees purple marks in the shape of fingers around your neck

• Sure enough, when you speak your voice is a little wheezey

• "What does it look like?" You cough, throwing your head back against the wall with enough effort that Pony hears a crack. "Owch. Forgot that was there."

• He isn't sure if your asking him about your face, or talking about the brick wall. Either way he wouldn't know what to say, so he just responds by standing up and bringing you with him

• Ponyboy feels about as young as he looks when the two of you first start walking down the dimly lit streets, but by the time he's close enough to see the lights of his house, he swears to himself that his muscles would've given out if the walk had been another block longer

• His brothers, and whoever else happens to be over at the house at the time, mostly take over once he manages to pry the screen door open with his free hand and toss you inside. Pony stands by as they make sure you'll be okay, occasionally making use of his hands by bringing you water or disinfectant

• He tries to skip school the next day to stay home with you and make sure you sleep alright, but is sent off anyways when Darry vetos that idea before he could even fully suggest it

• He's real eager to get home all through the school day, and is glad when he walks in on you sitting in his kitchen that afternoon, rubbing at the spots on your neck as you eat a meal Darry managed to scrounge up for you

• Let's just say Pony is always the first to ask you to be safe when you go out alone after that

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲

• If this is Johnny before he himself gets jumped, then you're getting a very concerned friend questioning you in a soft voice as he tries not to look at your injuries too much. He knows that he hates it when people stare at him after his dad hits him, so he attempts to offer you the curtosy he never got

• Post beaten Johnny though? He's a nervous wreck

• It's even worse if he finds you before you find him. His first thought is that the people that did this to you might still be around, and he's ashamed of himself for wanting to run away. Later when he confesses that train of thought to you, you reassure him he's fine and that anyone would have done the same thing, but he still gets an icky feeling in his gut anytime he thinks about it

• Assuming that you manage to stumble upon him first though, Johnny knows what to do and how to do it. It's almost sad that he knows the exact way to deal with a situation with this, but seeing as it happened to him not too long ago, it's not exactly a surprise

• He can't stop himself for looking for signs of ring indents on your face as he wipes blood off your face with shakey hands. His gaze is so intense that even through the pounding in your head you can tell what Johnny's thinking

• "It wasn't the same guys." You croak out. Johnny is momentarily startled at your words and turns as if to move away before hesitantly returning to the task at hand

• "Oh." His voice cracks. "Good."

• After making sure you're no longer bleeding, or at the very least hurting with every breath you take, he calls Ponyboy up first thing. It's the only other person he immediately thought of in the moment, and can't remember a time that he was more greatful then when Pony shows up to help him

• The two boys eventually tell everyone else, but that night Johnny relived every bad moment he's ever experienced all in one, and doesn't know that he'd have been able to deal with that if Pony or you hadn't been there; even if you were beaten black and blue

• Sometime later Johnny realizes that he'd been jumping at little things less and less, and a small part of him wonders if going through that with you that one night helped him to overcome some of his own fears. Even if by a little bit

• The thought it is comforting

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬

• Red light filtered through the bar windows as you stumbled up rickety steps to knock on an equally as rickety door

• Your teeth chattered in the night despite it being in the middle of summer, mustering the most genuine smile you could as the entrance eventually opened

• "Dallas here?" You asked the man in the door with a poorly disguised groan

• Whatever would have happened next was promptly cut short at you felt your throat tighten. With a lurch in both your stoumach and your body, you leaned forward to vomit straight on Buck Merril's boots

• "Urgh. Oops."

• Buck didn't even bother to growl at you or go look for Dallas before snatching you inside. If it had been a busier night, or if he had liked those boots more, he might have done either of those things. Or just straight up left you to sit on that doorstep until morning

• But Buck knew just by looking at you that you were in no condition to be left alone, and that Dallas would kill him if one of his friends died on his doorstep

• The bartender forwent knocking on Dallas' door before busting it open. He only had time to hope that his friend wasn't hooking up with anyone before stomping in, your dazed figure trailing behind him

• Thankfully it was just Dallas in the room. Just a pissed, shirtless looking Dallas. The way he shot up from in his bed made Buck think he had been trying to get some sleep and failing

• "They showed up looking for you. Let me know if you need to phone the hospital." He mummbled before slamming the door on the way out. Dallas barely had time to ask what in the fuck he was talking about before you planted face first on the foot of his bed

• Later he would be annoyed that you got bloodstains all over his sheets, but in the moment he was more focused on your ripped clothes and skin littered with flecks of glass and gravel

• "Got any bandaids Dally?" You ask with a dry tone, the joke falling flat at he threw the covers off of himself. Part of them landed on your head over at the other end of the bed, and he rushed to move then away

• "Shit— uh, hold on." Was all he could manage. You took it upon yourself to cautiously crawl up against the wall, mindful of the way your body screamed at you to stop as you did so

• Dallas finished russeling through one of his dresser drawers— the very same one that he would later go through to give Ponyboy and Johnny his gun after their late night misshap —coming back to you with a sunbleached cloth in hand and some pills

• "Hold that wherever its bleeding the most." He said gruffly. "And take these."

• "What are they?" You swallowed them without waiting for his answer

• "Hangover pills. The only sort of medicine Buck has here that isn't white and powdery." Dally leaned far back from you for a moment to scan your available skin, eyes lingering on the way you winced everytime your stoumach moved in the slightest

• "Got me there the worst." You noticed his looks and chose to talk through your urge to hurl again. "Still feels like the winds been kicked out of me."

• "Soc's?" Is all he asks

• You shake your head. "No. Some other greasers. Picked a fight with them last week. I won and forgot all about it. Didn't realize that they were that ticked off about it."

• Dallas resisted the urge to scoff at you, and it must have shown on his face; if the way you laughed said anything

• "Glory Dallas Winston, can you judge me later when I'm not bleeding all across your buddies floor?"

• "Sure sure." He waved, eyebrows furrowing

• He finds himself wishing later that you had gone to Darry or even Steve for help with this stuff. He isn't the best at dressing wounds, even if he's had lots of practice on himself, and knows better than most that his bedside manner isn't exactly the best. When you're not wincing or dry heaving in a bout of pain, the two of you are bickering

• "Anymore tighter, and my fingers will be likely to fall off, Dal." You gripe at him as he wraps a bandage around your knuckles with an air of carelessness, even if he was feeling anything but that

• "Shut up."

• For the love of everything good don't ever do this to him again. Dallas has no idea how to be soft with people, and he isn't sure offering you a cigarette right after disinfecting your wounds is the best way to go about it

• You accept the unusual gift anyways, shaking your head with a smile as you do so

[theambivalentagender]

Hello all! So if you follow me, you likely also follow my comic Valley Echoes as well as any of my other art drabbles. You may also know that I've been financially limping along for some time.

For context, my day job is dog grooming. It's a "career" I came into relatively recently and honestly love. However, my location has recently been incredibly dead. I haven't been able to make commission from lack of dogs and my hours have been cut drastically.

I'm currently looking into finding extra work where I can that will still fit with my technically full time schedule. This has been a big part of why the comic updates have slowed considerably in the last few months.

In the meantime, however, I did want to show that I am available for commissions at this time. This is the first time I'd be getting into commissions, so if folks do request I just ask for patience as I figure it all out, but I'd love to be able to draw your requests. I have a vgen account that's still being set up at the moment.

I also want to plug my Patreon again - honestly, the fact you all give this much for what I do now is incredible to me. I recently met the fun "milestone" of Patreon temporarily locking access to my withdrawals because I had made enough money this year to require filling out a tax form before my funds could be released, which I did. Maybe it's silly but it made me a little happy. I also have a Kofi though that's updated less.

This next part ended up being much longer and more personal than I expected so I'll put it under a cut.

Anything at this time would help immensely. Cost of living is insane, I just turned 30 and keep wondering how much longer I'll be able to keep renting, let alone ever saving to afford a home. I'm very, very lucky in that I have support from my dad, who has honestly been one of my strongest lifelines for years. But I obviously don't want to have to keep taking so much of that support from someone who should be enjoying retirement.

There are a lot of expenses I keep having, and things I'm putting off. The ipad I use for art has been cracked for months, but is still functional thank god. I recently finally bought myself clothes that aren't falling off my body after losing over 100 lbs in the last year. I have to buy and maintain my own tools for my grooming job, and I have to maintain my own health, both mentally and physically. My left hand/arm probably has nerve impingements and muscle strains science hasn't even named yet lmao. And of course there's taking care of my two terrible feline children who cause nothing but chaos in my home and who I love dearly.

Even if you don't give monetary support though, I so, so greatly appreciate every one of you who shares, likes, or comments on my work. I just recently got an anon who I mean to reply to soon gushing about they love Valley Echoes. Nothing makes my day more than waking up to see a million notifications that's just one person liking each of my comics as they read through it the first time.

Ever since I was 6 years old I wanted to be a storyteller in some way. I used to draw my own Dilbert and Far Side comics, and I constantly wrote wild fantasy stories. But after going through college, dealing with a huge amount of stress, burnout, and just one random person online telling me that I needed to hear the harsh "truth" that my writing skills were garbage, that spark was just gone. Excluding occasional stuttering starts, I didn't really write for years.

Doing this "silly" comic and getting the feedback I have is starting to rekindle that spark. I have so many stories of my own that I'm starting to make tentative plans on producing in some way. But even if I never become some official published recognized author, I feel like just putting out this comic is fulfilling that dream I had as a kid. So thank you again, as cheesy and long winded as this post has become.

[spicedraws]

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Hello there! thank you for checking out my blog!

You can call me Spice or whatever name works for you! I'm 20 years old and go by He/him or They/them.

I’m a dude who tries to have fun and draw, I love sharing my artwork and notes are always greatly appreciated! I tend to go quiet sometimes due to my anxiety disorder and often being tired, so keep that in mind if I haven't posted in a minute.

I absolutely love receiving asks, please send them to me. It can be about anything you want, people tend to enjoy sending asks to Pikmin characters and my ocs.

I will start doing text answers as well! because honestly there is too many for me to answer them all hahah... Oops-

I also have a bad case of obsessing over stuff at random so um... be prepared for that

That being said there are a few things that will most likely be re occurring in some way or another...

Pikmin OFC

Undertale/Deltarune

Pokemon

Fire emblem

Portal

I also draw oc content!

This is a Safe For Work blog, that being said there might be some depictions of violence such as blood or wounds. I also tend to swear sometimes.

Pssssttt I also take commissions! more info in my carrd!!

(I tend to keep commissions between 18+ users!)

Also if you wish to speak with me I'd prefer you read my 'Before Contacting' segment in my Carrd, but pretty much it's just basic stuff about being respectful.

I also have a few alts!!

@spicereblogs @wearenotevil

(If ya follow Spicereblogs so ya can see me gush at other people's content you are a savage gamer frfr)

Well that is all I can think of to say for now! I look forward to posting more art!!

Thank you so much for reading!

If I had to show my brain rn in two shitpost images it would be this

[orange-waterfalls]

I Call This One: Bold & Brash!

The egos x artist! gn! reader

ty @pokemonpunqueen for the request!

A/N: I’ve decided that I’m gonna write for the egos when I can’t think of anything else or I need practice writing lmao. I mean I was doing that before? But I didn’t know it? listen it’s fine it’ll be fine but FOR NOW I thiiiink I’m gonna take requests. Just a few. I’ll stop when I think it gets too much. This is exactly what it says. I focused on like drawing/painting for “artist”, with some references to animation thrown in there. I did Darkiplier, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Google, Eric, and a Host thrown in there bc I love him and I miss him

Word count is 1.5k

Enjoy

Egos x artist!reader

Darkiplier

He’ll want to commission art from you

He makes comments about how Mark is a narcissist but also he’s a narcissist.

Oh look, Dark’s asking you for another picture. What does he want? He wants you to draw him? Again? For the fifth time this fucking month? Wonderful.

He likes looking at how you make art of him, be it stylistic or realistic

He will hang them up all over the fucking house so pace yourself

He’s fine if you draw anybody else

Except Mark. Never Mark. How can he tell, you ask? No fucking clue, but he does

Gets a bit worried that you won’t make enough money to live comfortably

Just because not everyone needs a fucking MANSION-

Will always buy things for you if you ask

Likes to be able to support your job or hobby

Sugar daddy? I mean maybe

Makes sure you eat, sleep, drink water, survive--

Leaves snacks for you at your desk for when you don’t want a meal.

Carries you to bed if you fall asleep at a desk

Recommends you wear comfy clothes at all times so you can fall asleep wherever

A bit of an enabler, he’s doing his best tho

If you take commissions don’t be surprised if he threatens to kill someone when they don’t pay or are rude to you

He loves you, that’s all

Wilford

Fucking elated

Draw him!!! Please!!!! Please draw him!!!!! He has coin!!!!! He can pay!!!!!

Ecstatic if you actually draw him like he’ll giggle for an hour straight just looking

Secretly commissions more art from you

So also sugar daddy

It’s always something so obvious so you know it’s him anyways

He likes bright colors and eyestrain for some reason

If you make that, he just. Stares at it. Unblinking. You have to snap him out of it (im not projecting what do you mean)

Gets extremely worried about you not taking care of yourself

Gets someone to fucking babysit you when he’s gone so you take care of yourself

When you get greatly offended by this he settles for texting you reminders

And when you ignore those he texts more

Don’t be surprised if you get spammed by several people and an alarm starts to play from somewhere in the house

You’re gonna be healthy whether you like it or not, asshole

Drags you to bed aggressively

He WILL NOT drug your food with melatonin because that’s illegal. B U T-

He’s a little confused, but he got the spirit

Will advertise your art to anyone and everyone and also on his show and threatens the audience with a gun

AGAIN, a little confused. he just wuvs u so much 

Yancy

I mean technically he’s kind of an artist too so he appreciates your skill and creativity

He’s very nosy and likes to look over your shoulder while you work

If you don’t like him doing that, he still does it, just more secretively

Likes to work in the same room as you. 

That is if you don’t mind constant singing or tap dancing in the background

He shows off your art to anyone and everyone and gets mad if they don’t immediately say it’s fantastic

May or may not have stabbed someone over it, you’ll never know

If you show him something you’re working on, he’ll show you something he’s working on in return

The law of equivalent exchange

You tell him you can make MONEY from things like art and dancing and he goes apeshit he gets so fucking excited

If you’re like an animator and offer to animate his dancing he might actually cry

He’ll deny it constantly every day until he dies

If you make things traditionally he hangs them on the wall Everywhere

You might run out of room

By which i mean you will run out of room as soon as possible

Will never tell you a drawing is bad ever unless it’s like Really Bad which it never will be in his eyes

He loves anything and everything you do u are so precious

You have a permanent support system within the man

Google

Used to see art as pointless

Then comprehended the chemical release it causes in the brain and thought that was fine

Then saw you get really mad with something you were working on and got confused again?

If art no make good chemical, why art?

He still doesn’t understand, but that’s ok

You tried to get him to make something once

He just. Kinda. Made a buncha ones and zeroes

You still framed it and hung in on the wall and he got embarrassed

If he could blush, he would

If you draw him he looks like he doesn’t care but it’s at that point he decides he would die for you

Primary objective: answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary objective: make u happy. Tertiary objective is to destroy mankind

If you draw bing that will disappear IMMEDIATELY you have BETRAYED him

If you ask for a color palette recommendation he Always says the google colors. Always.

You might’ve thought he was going for an rgby type of thing. But then you realize.

He is in charge of your financing. He will tell you the most efficient ways to make money as an artist and you follow then

He is also in charge of making sure you FUCKING EAT A MEAL

“But isn’t an objective to destroy mankind?” shut up he’s not happy about it either

Despite his best efforts he loves you and that ain’t gonna change

Illinois

Doesn’t fully understand

He needs to be outside at all times and cannot stay in one place

And you’re like??? Required to stay still???? For prolonged amounts of time????? Disgusting. Anyway, whatcha workin’ on?

He might ask you to try and teach him

If you do try he gives up almost immediately

Sometimes you just get so into it that you forget to do basic things and he gets upset

(i.e. eating, sleeping, living, etc.)

He gets worried about you

He is a hypocrite bc he does the same

He will drag you to bed, motherfucker

Honestly he might lock your shit somewhere until you fucking take care of yourself. it’s like a hostage situation god

“Where the fuck did you put it” “I have no clue what you mean. I might know if you eat your dinner, though”

Asshole (affectionate)

Sometimes you like make faces when you try to draw a person and it’s hilarious and cute to him

He looks at your drawings the moment you walk away but acts like he doesn’t care

He cares a lot

Will support you no matter what but will also tell you without hesitation if he thinks something looks shit

Listen he’s out of line but he’s right

Eric

Loves you a lot and will support anything and everything you choose to do or make

Drawing? Awesome! Painting? Wonderful! Animation? Superb!

He often wants to buy you supplies or something but he does not know what anything is

Fuck is a chalk pencil???? What are gel pens vs normal pens?????? Watercolor????? What the fuck are you saying??????????

Will subtly drop hints that you could,,,, draw him,,,,, maybe,,,,, if u wanna 

And by subtly I mean he starts to ask and then starts crying

If you draw him he will cry again he loves u so much 

If he ever were to get a tattoo it’d be something u drew. Nothing else is as important to him at the moment

He enjoys photography and film, and likes to try and bond with you over artistic things

I mean. Some things overlap.

You could talk about a single drawing for hours and he’d listen intently the whole time

Don’t ask him for feedback, it’s always some version of “it’s perfect and I love you”

Even if he hates it

Which,,,,, he might hate it sometimes

He’s not a good reviewer. 2/10, very biased

He likes to take photos when you’re in the zone

If you tell him to delete them he will

While secretly making one his home screen

Host

Hey, he gets it

He writes, he understands the hyperfocus

Sometimes he wouldn’t move from his chair for a day because he was busy writing a script

That being said, you probably have to be the one to get him to take care of himself

Or you have to take turns

Otherwise you’re both gonna fucking die

He asks you to describe your art to him and tries to picture it.

He’ll tell you if he thinks it probably looks good or bad

You shouldn’t take it to heart because he can’t see it

He is a bastard sometimes

“Well, what do you think?” “I think it looks fantastic” “Thanks, babe” “...” “... you think you’re fucking funny, don’t you”

He asks if you can draw him sometimes

No, he won’t see it, but he’ll appreciate the sentiment if you do

He will ask for your opinion on his scripts sometimes

If you say it’s bad he gets really defensive

You work in the same room a lot of the time and forget the other is there

One of you has to preemptively order food or like set a timer so you can goddamn Survive

You’ll be fine

[trashscenariihxh]

Chrollo x Fem!Reader

Yet another commission!  If you’re interested in commissioning something, please message me.  Remember, no commissions are shared without your consent, and they are all made anonymous.

You received a text from Chrollo saying he’d be in town only minutes before you ran into him.  It was late; you’d just finished closing up shop, counting the money left in the till and locking up before grabbing your coat and heading out into the autumn night.  It had stormed earlier, but now it only drizzled.  Damp leaves clung to your shoes as you walked down the slippery cobblestone street.

Had Chrollo not called your name out softly, you would have walked right by him, so preoccupied were you with keeping your umbrella from being blown inside out by a sudden gust of wind.  You stopped the instant you heard your name, turning in the direction of the voice.  Chrollo was dressed in normal clothes for once, casually leaning against the side of a building, washed in the gold of the streetlight.

“Hey!” You called, walking briskly towards him and promptly stepping into a puddle.  You cursed, closing your umbrella as you futilely shook your foot.  No point in trying to stay dry now.  “What are you doing here?”

Chrollo smiled, that sweet, darkly angelic smile of his.  “To see you, _____.  Isn’t that obvious?”

You rolled your eyes. “I meant here.  In the street.”

“Your shop was closed, it takes you twenty minutes to walk home.  I guessed I’d find you here.”  He chuckled. “It seems I was right.”

Snorting, you turned on your heel and strode off.  “Come on then, I’m going home to get out of the rain.  Stay in the street if you like.”  You noticed that he didn’t even have an umbrella on him.  Chrollo was a strange man, perhaps he enjoyed getting rained on. Sometimes you felt as though you couldn’t truly be sure of what he enjoyed.

Neither of you attempted conversation on the walk back to your apartment.  Your mood was too foul after having been made to suffer the annoyance of wet socks, and the wind rustling the dried leaves as it blew through the trees was too loud to speak over.

“You could have just waited for me here.” You spoke finally as you reached you apartment, removing your shoes and switching on the light.

“I don’t have a key.”

“Like that’s ever stopped you.”

Chrollo arched an eyebrow. “You think I’ve broken into your home?”

“Well haven’t you?”

Another cryptic smile. A flash behind his eyes. “Perhaps.”

His lips were on yours an instant later.  Chrollo might have taken great pains to appear ethereal and otherworldly, but there was something so refreshingly warm about his kisses that his humanity was undeniable.  Soft lips drifted down to your collarbone, leaving a trail of even softer kisses in their wake along your throat.

“Right to the point, huh?” You chuckled, tilting your head to the side to give him better access.

“It’s been a long time.”

Had it? You had a hard time believing that Chrollo had spent the last several months pining away for you, such thoughts were an extravagance reserved only for those in relationships with normal people.  Every time Chrollo left, you assumed that he’d either be killed or just lose interest in what you had; he’d slink through his life of shadows and remember you less and less until you became little more than a silhouette in his memory.  A favorite character in a long-forgotten book.

Whether these were prophetic musings or purely melodramatic thoughts mattered little to you now, especially since Chrollo was urgently sliding your coat off your shoulders in an attempt to undress you.

“Hey!” You protested when his hands rested on your ass and squeezed through the fabric of your dress, but you melted into him when he pulled you close and murmured “I’ve missed you” against your lips.

That was all it took. You grabbed his wrist and led him to your bedroom, blushing at the light peal of amused laughter that ensued.  You refused to be ashamed of your eagerness, so you cast a smirk over your shoulder as you began to shed your clothing.  It was much more efficient than Chrollo’s earlier fumbling.

A smile spread across your face when Chrollo stood behind you, his half-hard cock obvious when his crotch pressed against your ass.  You jumped in surprise when he began to rub against you.

“You like it?” Chrollo asked, helping you remove the last remnants of your clothes and dipping down to kiss your shoulder. “Feeling me like this?”  He swept a lock of your hair away so he could lightly suck at your neck.

You hummed in contentment, reaching back behind you to lace your fingers in his thick dark hair. He’d forgone his usual severe slicked-back hairstyle in favor of leaving his hair down, something you greatly appreciated.  Chrollo’s hands found their way to your now-exposed breasts; he palmed at them before lightly rubbing at and gently tweaking your nipples.  The more he touched you, the more excited he became; Chrollo was rocking against you, his still-clothed erection stiffening by the second.  One of his hands drifted down between your legs, his fingers beginning to stroke your clit.

“Chrollo…” His name fell from your lips in a barely audible whimper as you bucked against him, your eyes fluttering shut.  After so long, his touch was enough to transport you away from your bedroom. You were lost. Totally, gloriously lost.

“_____.” Chrollo’s voice brought you back to the present.  “Look.”

You opened your eyes, confused as to what exactly Chrollo wanted you to look at, until.  Oh.  Oh. In your earlier haste to get Chrollo into your bedroom, you’d failed to notice that you were standing almost directly in front of your full-length mirror.

“Look at me,” Chrollo ordered silkily, laughing lightly when you instinctively started to look back at him. “No.  There.”  He grabbed your chin and turned your head to face the mirror.

You’d seen yourself naked countless times, and you’d been intimate with Chrollo a comparable amount, but your cheeks burned with exhilaration and something almost like shame when you looked in the mirror.  Here you were, naked and utterly exposed, while Chrollo was more or less fully clothed.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, dropping his hand from your chin and gently wrapping his fingers around your throat.  He continued to stroke your sex; his fingers moved away from your clitoris to dip between your legs and rub against your slit.  “Keep looking at me.”  His large grey eyes locked onto yours as he slid a finger inside you.

“It’s okay,” he soothed when your breath hitched.  “You can cry out if you want to.  If you can.”  He tightened his grip on your throat.

You gasped when your air supply was suddenly partially cut off, yet you kept looking in the mirror as instructed.  Looking at him.  With one hand around your neck and the other between your legs.  It struck you then just how beautiful Chrollo was; his face, unreadable alabaster, remained supernaturally serene even as he choked you. Angelic.  Seraphic, even.

Chrollo tightened his grip again, and for an instant you couldn’t breathe.  Flashes of red and gold danced before your eyes, and just as your vision began to cloud, you came around Chrollo’s fingers.

“Lovely,” he breathed, relaxing his grip and kissing your neck again.  There was something reverentially apologetic about the way he kissed you now, his full lips ghosting over the angry red marks his fingers had made.  He withdrew his hand from between your legs.  “Get on the bed.”

A jolt of anticipation shot down your spine at the calmly given order.  You obeyed, walking over to your bed and lying down on your back, legs spread, body eagerly waiting.

Chrollo smiled softly. “No, not like that.  On your hands and knees.” You bristled at the slight note of condescension you heard in his voice but obeyed just the same.

From behind you, you heard the rustle of fabric, the clinking of a belt buckle.  For the second time that night you began to look back, and just like the first time, Chrollo stopped you.

“Don’t.”

You closed your eyes and let your head hang in frustration.  He was certainly taking his time…

Cool hands began to caress your ass, making you shudder at the long-awaited touch.  Your eyes shot open when Chrollo pulled his hand away and brought it down on your ass with an audible slap, and you moaned softly when he did it a second time.  It stung, but not unpleasantly.

Surprisingly, Chrollo offered no commentary on your reaction; he was seemingly content with drawing little moans and gasps from you with each slap.  When he was finally satisfied, he rubbed his hands soothingly over your now-sore backside before lining himself up with your entrance and sliding in.

Your eyes widened when he bottomed out; it became immediately clear that he had not bothered to get undressed, a situation that sent little tremors of delight over your skin. You felt so vulnerable like this, so used.

Chrollo, who had seemingly used up his supply of self-restraint, began to fuck you with fast, hard thrusts.  He grabbed your hips, preventing you from wriggle away from him as he drove into your repeatedly, fast and deep.  

You bit your lip as his cock hit your g-spot, your inner walls tightening around him.  Chrollo’s soft grunts and gasps were music to your ears; each sound he made caused the proverbial coil within your core to tighten. With a rush of daring, you chanced a look at Chrollo over your shoulder and barely contained a gasp when you saw him.

Chrollo’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed, lush dark lashes pressed against his cheekbones. His cheeks had taken on a light pink flush, as had his lips, which were parted in a silent “O” of pleasure.  The smallest, barely audible hint of a moan began to tinge each of Chrollo’s gasps; the picture before you was almost enough to make you come on the spot.

Chrollo’s eyes cracked open and you quickly looked away.  Too late, evidently; you received a sharp smack on your ass for your disobedience.

“I… didn’t… say you could… look- oh!” Chrollo’s last shred of self-control evaporated; he reached forward, grabbing a handful of your hair and jerking your head back as he began to relentlessly fuck into you harder than you thought possible.  Something had changed about the angle of his hips; he was no longer directly hitting your g-spot, but somewhere deeper, more sensual. You groaned as your walls spasmed around his cock as your second orgasm crashed into you.

Your clenching around his cock sent Chrollo reeling into orgasm as well; he grabbed your hips again with an almost bruising force and slammed into you, releasing deep inside you with a low grunt.

For all his exertion, Chrollo only trembled behind you for a few moments before pulling out and grabbing a tissue off the bedside table to clean himself up.  You, however, collapsed onto the bed, having been exhausted by two orgasms.

“Tired?”  Chrollo sat lightly on the foot of the bed, fully clothed again.

“What do you think?” You shut your eyes, willing your heartbeat to return to normal.

“I think you’re exhausted.”

“You’re correct.  Well done.” You sighed and propped yourself up on your elbows.  “Why are you still dressed?”

“I thought I’d take you out for dinner.”

You snorted incredulously. “Oh, now you tell me.  While I’m all fucked out and exhausted.”

“Well?”

“It’s raining.”

“You have an umbrella, if memory serves.”

“All right, fine.” You yawned and sat up, grimacing at the soreness between your legs.  It had been too long.  “Let me get cleaned up, yeah?”

“Of course.”

Feeling Chrollo’s release begin to leak from you, you hastily dashed to the bathroom.  You grabbed a towel and turned on the shower, delighting in the heat of the water.

As you stepped into the shower, eager for the water’s warmth, you heard the bathroom door creak open.  “You need something?”

You were answered with a very naked Chrollo stepping into the shower with you.  “I’ve been traveling for some time.  Perhaps I ought to get cleaned up as well.”

You grinned to yourself as you squeezed bodywash onto a washcloth. Perhaps dinner out wasn’t in the cards for tonight after all.

[ask-the-guiding-light-cast]

Guiding Light turns two years old today!

It’s crazy to think this all began only a couple of years back... and also hilarious it falls on the same day as “International Mystery Dungeon Day” over on Twitter. More after the cut. This is gonna be a long one, so I appreciate anyone willing to read this. ^^

For a long time, I had been a casual consumer of fan fics. It started in the late 2000s when I was in a Spyro craze thanks to the more story-driven Legend of Spyro trilogy. I had an itch that I needed scratched and FFN fulfilled that to some extent. I also looked at some Mario fics, including Paper Mario: The Temple of the Sun, which I greatly enjoyed and thought did a good job adapting the formula that made Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door so beloved and putting a unique spin on things.

But it was until the early 2010s that I actually started getting back into Pokémon games with Gen V. After Emerald, I fell out of touch with Pokémon for a time. When Gen VI came around, I dipped my toe into the fandom through Twitch livestreams, but also through reading a few anime-based fics that are very long and still going, even now. 

At the same time, I ended up buying PMD: Explorers of Sky... and damaged my cartridge before I could properly finish the game with my Vulpix/Riolu team. So, I watched cutscenes for what I missed on YouTube, then got Gates to Infinity and, later, Super Mystery Dungeon and had fun with both of them... though more for the stories and characters than the actual gameplay. Truth be told, I don’t care much for roguelikes at all.

It was during the gap in time between Super’s release and the first official footage of Sun & Moon in mid-2016 that I found myself hit with a recurring thought: “What if someone made a PMD story where the hero and the partner are forced to fight one another with the fate of the world at stake?” I wound up (loosely) brainstorming an idea for a PMD story revolving around an antagonistic Hoopa character who would use its ring portals to collect entire communities, including the Pokémon living in them... all so that he would never be bored. This would lead him to “collect” the partner to add to his “toys,” so when the hero shows up, he’d sic the partner on them.

But that was as far as I got with the idea. I ended up graduating college and took a job with late evening hours. It left me pretty tired and exhausted and unmotivated to do much of anything. I withdrew from the parts of the Pokémon community I was involved in.

Then the Generation VII games came out and, while divisive in the fandom, I found myself really liking some of the concepts. There were so many times when I thought, “Gee, I wonder what this would be like if it were in a PMD game?” For example, one of the ideas I had was a sort of edgy rival rescue team akin to Gladion, which would have a Midnight Lycanroc, a Zoroark, and a Type: Null character in it.

So, toward the end of 2016 and early 2017, I started creating an idea for a Choose Your Own Adventure story with the intent of putting it on this really small forum I was a part of. It would be a Gen VII-themed PMD story, but because I didn’t think that sounded interesting enough, I decided that, not only would the human keep their memories, but they would be from the real world and be a major Pokémon nerd. The idea was that the choices the readers made would affect the relationship between the human and partner. I even came up with a point system. The more points the readers earned for their choices, the “closer” the relationship the hero and partner would have and the happier an ending the story would get. If the hero and partner couldn’t stand each other, one of them would likely end up working with the bad guy and winning. If they became steadfast friends, they’d work together to save the world.

Unfortunately, the forum shut down before I got too far into planning it, so I shelved the idea and continued focusing on my job. And things stayed that way for several months, until I ended up getting into med school and scrambling to move.

During the downtime I had when I wasn’t doing moving related stuff, I decided to look at FFN again and found Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Defenders of Warmth. I wound up reading through the entirety of the story quite quickly. I guess you could say it sparked something in my head. The fic itself focuses on what, at the time, was the newest Gen (Gen V). It also has multiple humans and is set on a continent separate from the canon locations (which were just the Air and Grass Continents, since Gates and Super didn’t exist when the fic was written). In short, it renewed my desire to pursue my idea of a Gen VII-flavored PMD story.

So, I set about creating my story outline. It is so... so much different from the actual story, though I’ve gone into that in previous posts (search for #amby answers). Originally, I used Mario & Luigi: Partners in Time as the framework for the fic: an alien invasion in a colorful, comedic world. I took more specific cues, too. Zero was meant to be a (mostly) silent antagonist a la Princess Shroob, for example.

The problem was, I really didn’t have much confidence in myself or my abilities. I’d like to say I was writing for myself, but I really did want validation, too. I think any author is lying to themselves if they say they don’t feel this way at some point. Because of this, I figured if I put the fic on FFN, it would get ignored. The site’s huge! There were, at the time, around 85k fics in the Pokémon section alone. (That number’s since gone up to over 90k!)

Given I had experience with forums, I decided to post it to Serebii, because the fic community seemed much smaller and more open to giving feedback to one another. In an effort to try and, y’know, establish some connections, I actually read other pieces and reviewed them before posting any stories. This also helped me build up a backlog of chapters and prove to myself I enjoyed writing this enough to keep going.

When I finally did post the fic, it was a bumpy start, for sure. I do think I made a lot of mistakes out of the gate, including uploading chapters way too quickly for readers on Serebii to (reasonably) try to keep pace. That probably cost me a few potential readers... or made them silent readers who I never ended up hearing from. Which is why I’m especially thankful to @girl-like-substance (who I can seem to tag, drat) for all of the well-thought-out feedback given throughout the fic’s run. I don’t think I would’ve made such significant strides in my writing otherwise... and there are plenty of long-running fics where the quality tends to stagnate.

In any case... it was thanks to a request from @deliriousabsol to put the fic somewhere more mobile-friendly that I chose to mirror Guiding Light on FFN starting in October 2017. I would’ve kept going on Serebii had she not asked so nicely, so she’s the one you can thank for it showing up there! (She’s a fellow author who does cyberpunk-themed fics and art and her characters have cameoed in the fic.)

And, honestly, I’m just... beyond shocked at what wound up happening to the fic once it hit FFN. Well, actually, for the first several months I was lucky if I even got a comment when I put up a chapter. I’m not sure any of the people who first commented on FFN still follow the fic anymore. I haven’t seen/heard from them at all, so I assumed they moved on with their lives.

In any case, around March of 2018, the word count on FFN passed 300k and... somehow, the fic starting getting more attention. Like, a lot more attention. This was... not really something I was even remotely prepared for.

(Yes, this means there’s gonna be a giveaway. More on that later.) I never would’ve thought I’d reach a number like this. I never imagined I’d meet another PMD author who’d be willing to do a fun collab (thanks @virgil134, Spiteful Murkrow, and Namohysip). I really did not imagine that I’d ever get fanart of characters that I wrote (huge thanks @thebreak-ofdawn, @ask-nicky-and-others, and @cresselia92). I mean, above everything, I not expect the fic or characters to resonate with anybody the way it wound up.

A part of me feels like I don’t really deserve it. I’ve made a lot of serious gaffes with writing this. When initial Serebii feedback had people intrigued by Shane’s jerkass attitude (when I didn’t actually intend for him to come off as a jerk), I dialed things up in the hopes I’d keep their attention. It probably cost me readers. Then there’s the slow pacing of the early episodes and the mistake of making Special Episode 3 as long as it was... which my speaks to my (bad) tendency to give into some of my strongest impulses even though I had an outline I was trying to stick to.

And, I mean, there’s also some of the “shamlessly shameful” stuff I’ve done with the fic. I’m not fooling myself. Guiding Light has grown progressively more furry and, uh, probably fanservicey, too. All the big furbait (and some scalebait) ‘mons are accounted for. There’s a lot more sexual humor when I initially promised myself I would stay away from romance and keep everything platonic. I practically turned Xerneas into waifu bait, if some of these asks are anything to go by. This blog certainly didn’t help in that regard. Maybe I’m just being my usual nervous self? 

I am worried that this fic’s performance has, somehow, affected my thoughts and behavior. There are very popular fic authors who let their popularity get to their head... or chose to open up Patreons (something that makes me uncomfortable) or start doing things like taking commissions for written pieces, which is understandable... though I think it’s an easy way to lose your passion for writing. I guess some of that worry stems from a debacle I learned about on a Discord server I’m in, but that’s not something I’m comfortable discussing publicly. 

And I haven’t even talked much about the blog itself. Like, it somehow passed 100 followers? Where? When? How? I don’t actually draw stuff like many other Pokéasks. And, like, for a lot of folks, I have no idea if they’ve actually read the fic or just check in on the blog. It’s the same with the fic, I suppose. If you’re a silent reader/follower, I would really love to hear from you! I promise... I don’t bite or anything. I’d love to know what (if anything) you’re thinking. And if you’re a blog that’s following this one and we haven’t interacted, please feel free to reach out! It’s honestly hard to tell if people like what I’m doing, so any feedback is always appreciated.

In any case, if I haven’t lost you by now, I guess all I can say is... thank you. Thank you all so much for all of the support... whether it’s on the fic, the blog, or both of them. I really do hope this final episode can meet your expectations. I’ll try my very best to make this an ending to remember. Nothing would make me happier than to hear you guys enjoy it and feel it does justice to the PMD series.

Sorry for all the rambling. The inbox is open again if you’d like to send any messages for the ficaversary. Again, thank you all so much! You’re the best!

[officerjennie]

After several years and many near amicable moments between them, Tobirama had assumed their relationship wouldn’t regress to the hostility he’d felt from Madara during the war - or even what it had been at the founding of Konoha. Though, to be fair, this behavior seemed more childish than aggressive. He staved off the coming migraine by pinching the bridge of his nose, several scrolls tucked up under one arm as he made his way through the halls to his office.

That Madara had picked up such a domestic hobby as baking had been a little surprising. That he had insisted on bringing in pastries and pies to seeming the whole tower had caused many heads to turn, Tobirama’s included. But it was hardly the hobby itself that caused Tobirama’s eyes to roll - and the corners of his mouth to twitch downward whenever he was alone.

He’d never had much of a sweet tooth anyway. The fact that Madara had thrown a near fit whenever Hashirama had tried to share some of last week’s blueberry pie with him shouldn’t cause the dour mood threatening to bring his morning down already.

If the trend continued as it had the past several weeks, everyone in the offices would be getting some sort of baked good for breakfast. He dropped his scrolls down a little harder than necessary onto his desk, not bothering to straighten them up as he normally would. By the end of the hour the whole tower would smell like a bakery, and at this point he was willing to spend his only off day during the weekend on slapping together some sort of seal to keep the smell out of his own office.

It would be another hour or so before he’d have to deal with that, at least. What Hashirama always called his ‘inhuman’ habit of getting up well before the sun every morning worked in his favor there, the tower around him peacefully quiet, almost the whole village asleep and calm around him. There was just something so soothing about feeling so many chakra signatures at rest, no violent or angry spikes to disrupt his focus, and Tobirama settled into his desk chair to make use of the peace while he could.

Which ended up being little more than ten minutes.

He ground his teeth in frustration at the approaching signature, Madara’s chakra already rubbing him the wrong way and setting him on edge. It didn’t help that something seemed to be stirring in it, some sort of emotion that he couldn’t name - he could never really name them, only the general feel of whatever it was setting people off, and whatever bee bothering Madara that morning felt sharp and jittery.

Even knowing that he wouldn’t have to deal with the man himself didn’t improve Tobirama’s mood. Just the jagged feel of his chakra would keep him on edge, and his already sour mood was just getting more and more dour the closer Madara got to the tower.

To his horror, the man didn’t stop at his own office. Whatever his destination was, more than likely the hokage’s empty office, it was bringing him suffocatingly close to Tobirama’s. He didn’t even bother trying to get to work yet, sitting at his desk and shaking one foot under his chair, waiting for a bit of distance to allow his mind to calm enough to focus.

He nearly dropped his head to the desk whenever Madara pounded on his door, shooting a single and forlorn glance towards his window and wondering if it would be worth escaping. If he hadn’t put those damned seals up all over the tower, he’d be able to simply hiraishin home and avoid the damned man for a while longer - he lamented his own habit of over securing every building he could as he bid the man to enter, firmly keeping his gaze down at an unrolled scroll just to appear as busy as possible.

“Are you seriously working this early in the morning?”

It took physical effort not to grind his teeth, tapping his fingers on his desk instead. The smell of some sort of baked good was already wafting in along with the Uchiha, further irritating him and making his response a bit snippier than normal. “What else would I be doing in my office? Baking a cake?”

“You bake?”

His brows pinched together at that, eyes flickering over to see a rather surprised Madara staring down at him from across his desk. “Wha- no, I don’t bake. That was just…” He shook his head, a stray thought calling to attention that Madara had pulled his hair back for the day. Odd, though entirely unimportant, no matter how put together it made him look. He leaned back in his chair, most of the irritation leaving his tone just out of sheer habit. “What do you want, Madara?”

“You know what today is.” Madara crossed his arms rather forcefully over his own chest, looking as if it angered him greatly to spit that statement out. When all Tobirama did was blink at him, entirely unsure of what he meant, Madara snapped his head to the side to glare out the window. “Don’t make me say it, Senju! It’s! Today!”

“Most every time that statement is made, it is the truth, yes.”

That apparently wasn’t the right thing to say. A moment later, Madara’s hands were slammed down on the desk, and only the fact that nothing was knocked over saved them from being stabbed with one of the many weapons Tobirama had stashed in his desk. He still didn’t appreciate the aggression even in the slightest, staring Madara down even as the man snarled at him.

“Stop being so fucking difficult, you know exactly what I’m talking about! It’s today, and I have to do something, so here I fucking am!” Without letting Tobirama so much as snap a single word back, Madara dropped something heavy on his desk - though where in the hell the Uchiha had been hiding a whole parcel had Tobirama blinking in confusion for a few seconds, perplexed by both the appearance of it and by what was now sitting on his desk.

It looked to be a pie of sorts. Tobirama dared to lift the lid up just a touch with a finger, the bakery smell filling his office even more to the point where he could actually pin point that it was, in fact, a blueberry pie.

The fact that blueberry pies were his favorite had to be a coincidence. It wasn’t information Madara would have. Still, he’d been raised proper, and he was hardly going to be impolite whenever presented with a gift - no matter how out of the blue and perplexing the whole situation was.

“Aaahhh, thank you?” Probably shouldn’t have been a question. Madara just huffed at it anyway, his cheeks pink from his angry outburst no doubt, him fidgeting uncomfortably in the silence that enveloped the room about them.

When Madara finally moved to speak or leave or something other than standing there, Tobirama had to send quiet thanks to whatever gods were watching over him, because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could just sit there with the Uchiha making his morning drag on into infinity.

“Don’t eat it all in one sitting. You’ll get fat.” After that shaming statement, Madara turned and walked rather stiffly towards the door, stopping with his hand on the handle to throw one last curve ball over his shoulder before he left, “And happy birthday, or whatever.”

When the door shut rather loudly behind him, all Tobirama could do was stare at it for a few minutes, his mind going back to the well wishes and drawing a blank at them. Once he managed to shake himself at least slightly out of his stupor he had to throw a confused look out the window, just to make sure he wasn’t imagining things and that it was indeed mid-summer.

He’d never received any sort of birthday gift so late before. Though how Madara had gotten the date so widely off - and why he’d even bothered to not only get him something, but make him something, had Tobirama rather distracted for the rest of the work day.

It wasn’t until rather late that evening, flickering candles his only source of light as he enjoyed a small piece of the pie, cozied into his usual corner on the sofa with a collection of old poems he’d gotten from his brother a few years before - that it finally dawned on him what Madara had been doing for the past several weeks.

Laughing was easier than pondering any sort of implications. Implications including why he thought the idea of Madara spending weeks trying to bake a pie for what he assumed was Tobirama’s birthday was so…warm, in a way. So Tobirama just laughed, waving Mito off when she came in to see what had him in such a fit, not yet ready to share his discovery with anyone.

Apparently, Madara wasn’t all bite after all. He took another bite of the surprisingly decent pie, his nose wrinkling with humor as he tried and failed to get drawn back into his poems. Who would have thought the Uchiha had a soft spot under all those spikes and fire?

Ko-Fi || Commissions

[nobylu]

I Lost My Job- The Bad and The Good.

I got laid off last Friday from the student-friendly job I've held since 2015. The company I worked for got purchased and they decided to get rid of admin and accounting staff much sooner than I had expected- as in, they told me I was laid off 5 minutes before I was supposed to leave and about a month before I had thought I was going to be kicked. The bummer aspect is that I enjoyed that job and I liked being able to pay for my food, textbooks, and hobbies all by myself like a real adult. The not so bummer aspect is that it was about time that I started working on things that actually are related to my psychology degree and could get me into grad school. So that's neat, but how the fuck does it affect this channel?

Well that's the good news. All of a sudden, I have 18 hours in my week that are suddenly free for those grad school-friendly activities and hobbies, including drawing more 40k stuff. I'm actually really looking forward to this because a lack of time was what was keeping me from getting out the 1-800-40kPSA comics as well as a whole slew of other ideas.

Another cool thing that comes out of this is that I will be officially opening commissions soon because I feel guilty just thinking about funding my assorted hobbies and non-essential food products with money I haven't earned myself. Slots for that will go out shortly after my finals, so expect further information around the beginning of May.

If you're interested in helping me out before commissions open, consider getting me a coffee on my freshly made Ko-fi page:

https://ko-fi.com/nobylu

Any amount would be greatly appreciated, particularly since I plan to turn my blood into caffeine next week.

Thank you for your time, my dudes, and I hope that the next news update is a lot better than this. Stay frosty.

[oreopata]

Post-23rd Birthday Post!

Thank you all so, so much for the kind Birthday messages yesterday! :D Especially to my good friends @sibera-the-wanderer, @ecmcookiez, @rationalnonsense, @strangehyperbole & @vannjaren. I really appreciate every single one of them, thank you for making me smile.Sorry I couldn't get back to you all sooner. Yesterday was a lot busier than I anticipated. I was mostly expecting a quiet day for myself, but I ended up moving about all over the show.

First was attending the weekly art class. What better way to spend my birthday then to get some drawing done? I was already full on inspiration and drive because of the Dolan Kart art competition I’m hoping to enter. Today, Trish was giving a demonstration on lighting effects, such as run rays, dappled light and how their interact with their environments and perspective. `While I have dipped my toes in these kinds of things before, digitally. I was still eager to try it out traditionally. While the demonstrations were done in watercolour and acrylic, I only had black and white India ink with me yesterday. I wasn’t deterred, since one of my favourite online art teachers, Istebrak, always says that you should master greyscale before moving onto colours. While I did manage to use some masking tape in my A3 sketchpad to block out some test squares and fill in a greyscale background tone  as a first layer, it pretty much took the entire lesson to dry. So I was left with plenty of free time to think over a lot of other projects I have in mind and rough out some other pictures. 

Upon telling my classmates it was my birthday, they just HAD to make it more known by singing happy birthday in front of everyone! (despite me begging them not to) XD Served me right for mentioning it out loud, plus I think they mentioned something about being sick with envy at me youth (Since I’m the youngest person there by decades, not that I mind. Even as a kid, I got along better with adults than people my own age). But it was still funny. Everyone was so nice.  

After class, I waited for my shopping to arrive, got myself a packet of mini red-velvet cupcakes to have instead of a birthday cake. Planning to have two of them with a side of Ben & Jerry’s Birthday cake Ice cream and celebrate. ’Even got to give a few to my neighbour and my parents. 

At 4 O’clock, I made my way to visit my mum dad for a couple hours. I thought I knew what I was expecting as I strolled to my destination under the lovely (small bit of) sunshine we had that day. But mum had arranged a little surprise… As I turn the corner, who do I see other than my mum, my sister in law, Christine; and my nephew, Theo! YAY!!!! 

‘Turns out mum felt bad that she couldn’t do anything for birthday this year. Given that we are both busy, she’s recovering from an operation etc. So she invited them both over. I’d already not seen them for weeks, so this was the best possible surprise. Having fun with the little man and having him request more pictures for me to draw. He gave me a quite the challenge in the form of a “Humpty Dumpty Dinosaur”. But, anything at all for my little bear cub - since he loves my drawings so much. Even making his way over the the couch I was sitting on to watch and draw with me.

So much happened for me to describe and remember it all, but along with him singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me, him pretending to be a doctor and fixing my mum, dressing as a king (or queen as he declared himself over and over. And by God if my nephew wants to proudly declare himself the queen than he’s gonna be the best bloody queen!) and having fun hiding pens in my hair.

I received such wonderful gifts as well, a nice bottle of white wine from mum and dad. And from Theo & the family; A box of Cadbury heroes, and a beautiful hand-made scented candle. Christine has a real talent for hand-making things such as this. The china teacup and saucer are this gorgeous light green colour with gold accents. I soon worked out the perfect place to put it; Something about it reminded me a lot of my gran, so now it sits pride and place on the little alter I have in her memory (located inside my office). 

Once I was back home, I got a call from my neighbour, whom I just adore. He said, 

“Hey pretty girl, fancy coming over?” 

I know I was made-up for the day with my usual signature hairstyle, eyeliner and red lipstick, but I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! ME?! PRETTY?! FROM HIM!?! As I got my arse next door, I saw a trail of red carnation flowers leading from the front steps into his house!

As if the flowers weren’t enough, he’d actually gone out and bought me a bottle of Baileys, a chocolate cake and a new sketchbook! Even though I’d had already seen him earlier that day in order to give him a cupcake and give him some Kitchen rolls I got for him along with my online shopping, as requested. But he did say he’d see me later that night. My close friends will know about him already and know that few days go by where I’m not so fucking happy that I know this man. He’s still one of the best things to happen in my life since my Gran’s death. 

As is usual with us, we sat, drank and had deep and meaningful conversations until the sun went down. I didn't get back to my house to order have a bath and order a takeaway. Not that I minded, I knew I wanted this day to be long and to enjoy it to the fullest. I’m so happy I got to spend it with my favourite people and still have time to chill in my own house. 

Once I was back home, it was time to dress down, get the slap off my face, and hop in the bath. I haven't been able to take a bath in ages due to the tiles falling off on top of me and had to use my shower (despite it leaking buckets into the kitchen below). Thank God I’d recently had some men in to FINALLY get it fixed - long story. Once I had my soak, I applied a mud mask, slipped into something more comfortable and treat myself to a takeaway. At first, I was going to get myself a burger or chicken kebab, but I opted for a Chinese. Since, I can make the leftovers last me a few days and spare myself the extra time to cook something. Then I could end the night with the before mentioned Red velvet and Ice Cream. Combine those with the confectionaries I’ve been given, and I’m defiantly not going to be starving - even if my diet is temporarily fucked.

 I had a great time eating, drinking, wrapped up in my lion throw-blanket and watching some good telly: from watching Mock the Week to marathoning youtube videos until 2:00am. Not bad, considering I woke up at 5:00am that day. So, I’ve been taken today nice and slow. 

I‘ll admit, in the upcoming days leading up to my birthday, I’ve been mostly feeling upset about it. Mainly because I’ve been thinking about how I’ll be 23 and I was just feeling like I’d achieved nothing of value in my life yet. I feel like I should have a regular job and have achieved more by now. I’ve just had setback after setback that have just caused be to delay my plans. I was hoping to be open for business and be taking commissions months ago. And the time I’ve been dedicating towards setting up my art business has taken time away from writing my graphic novel. My friends will know of all the other stresses and heartaches I’ve been having recently too. 

But despite that all that, I couldn't help but wonder in my mind maybe things would now be different with my new age? While every bit of progress I’ve made has felt like drops in a bucket, I’ve recently made some small victories. I’ve been looking into different methods of packaging prints for shipping, I’ve come closer to working out my businesses aesthetics, my art itself has greatly improved - as has my work ethic. 

During yesterday’s class, I found out that we will be having ourselves a private exhibition on the 10th of May. For months I’ve been panicking about being open for business before then so I could have business cards available. Only now do I know that it will be a exhibition just for us. It’s different from the annual public exhibition they usually have (having known about the class from last year’s) so WOO HOO!! I HAVE MORE TIME!!! 

The exhibition is on the 10th of May, the day before the deadline for the Dolan art competition. So from now until then, I am going to be in for a very busy fortnight. So I am gonna be dead to the world, but very productive. Still, I’ll do my best to keep you all updated! :)

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[owlespresso]

Ironclad & Open | Hifumi Yamada

A commission for @thesocialcorty! My first time writing for Yamada. I tried to emphasize more on his core personality rather than his quirks or gimmicky aspects. Commissions are open. All info can be found HERE. My kofi can be found HERE. All donations are greatly appreciated.

Friends are few and far in between for Hifumi Yamada. You’ve come to know this in the two months that you’ve known him. Most of your classmates avoid him, deeming him to be nothing more than a creep, or a pervert. On one hand, you can understand this. Why bother to look underneath the surface when what you see on top disgusts you? 

If you hadn’t of run into him by chance, then you wouldn’t have, either. While most people avoided Hifumi like the plague, there were a select few students who targeted him as often as possible. It wasn’t uncommon for his books to be smacked to the ground or thrown in the courtyard fountain.

Funnily enough, that’s how you got to know him. After helping him pick his things up, he had still been weepy. So, you decided to take him out for ice cream. From there, it was history. Hifumi proclaimed himself to be your new best friend, even showing up to eat lunch on the roof, with you.

Being followed around so persistently was practically social suicide, but high school wouldn’t last forever. Besides, the ironclad group of friends you had wouldn’t dump you over something so minor. 

High schoolers could be so cruel. People who strayed from the norm were easily outcasted, many of them bullied. You were one of the few who didn’t care much about popularity, but you weren’t bullied because of your respectable intellect. And also because you wouldn’t tolerate that kind of treatment. Your tight-knit group of friends wouldn’t, either.

This was your last year. So soon, it wouldn’t matter.

To his credit, Hifumi was actually considerate of you. Perverted jokes and awkward moments still slipped into your interactions with him, but he was getting better at socializing. Contrary to what you thought, he wasn’t as awful a person as everyone else made him out to be.

You clutched your books to your chest as you made your way down the hall. Sometimes, you tutored other students after school. It was a quick and easy way to make money, just the way you liked it. It was late afternoon, probably four. Should you get something to eat on the way home? Or should you wait and cook something healthier? All you had was ramen noodles, at home. Grocery shopping happened every Friday, and you forgot to do it last week… Your eyes narrowed against the rich sunlight as you stepped into the school’s front yard, making your way towards the street.

Foot traffic wasn’t so bad after 3:30. All the students had already cleared out, desperate to head home and relax after a long day of work. You looked forward to getting home, kicking off your shoes and lounging on the couch. Maybe you would play some video games or just browse the internet. It had been a long week.

However, it seemed that fate had different plans for you. You halted as you heard your name, yelled loudly from the distance. That high-pitched, yet masculine register could only belong to one person.

“Hey, Hifumi.” You greeted with a soft smile. The plump young man halted as he finally reached you, kneeling over to catch his breath. He looked up to you with a grin and spoke in between pants, breath heaving in and out of him.

“Good afternoon, my blossomed beauty!” You learned that his nicknames for you came from genuine affection or jest, rather than perversion. Most others took offense to them, because he used them with people he hardly knew. You had been the one to tell him that nicknames only became appropriate after a comfortable relationship had been established. And to his credit, he had learned and changed his ways. “Allow me to walk you home! I beg!” Feeling the sudden need to tease him, you tipped your head and gave a wry grin.

“I dunno… Are you sure you can handle it?” At the jesting lilt in your voice, he straightened his spine, a determined expression on his face. Any signs of fatigue vanished.

“Absolutely! There is not a challenge in the world that I can’t handle. Looking down and cowering won’t get me any EXP, after all.” His hands landed on his hips as he struck a tall, confident pose. As if on cue, a small breeze jostled his hair and the tie of his uniform. Ever since you had befriended him, you noticed a change in his attitude. He was willing to stand up for himself, something you were grateful for. While you would defend him whenever possible, there would always be times when you weren’t around. It was comforting to know he could take care of himself.

“Well, alright.” You gave him a small smile, turning around and continuing to walk. Your home wasn’t too far from the academy, meaning that you didn’t have to take the subway or public transportation. Hifumi stayed at your side, a bounce in his step. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. 

The sun’s rays stretched over the city, casting brilliant hues of orange and yellow across the avenues and buildings. Time itself seemed to slow, with cars steadily driving past. This would be your last year at the academy.

A sense of nostalgia hit you. How many times would you walk this path? How much time did you have left, here? Graduation was only a few months away.

“So,” Hifumi’s voice snapped you from your train of thought, “Do you… like fanfiction?” You’ve enthused about your favorite anime and video games with Hifumi, before. But that was the first time he ever brought up fan content. Maybe he was afraid of being judged? You decided not to tease him, just in case. The last thing you wanted to do was make him feel like you were laughing at his passions.

“I do.” You nodded, and a wide smile bloomed across his face. It made sense. His main talent was doujin drawing and writing. So of course he would be into fan content.

“Really!?” In an instant, he reached behind and slid his backpack off his shoulder, fumbling with it as he walked. He seemed excited to show you something. Maybe a new doujin? Some fanart? You had seen his work, before. His skill level was incredibly impressive. He had a solid grasp on anatomy and perspective, areas where even the greatest of artists could struggle. 

But that was no surprise, considering it was regarded as his ultimate talent. Others might have scoffed at him, but you knew the countless hours he spent practicing, mastering his craft. In order to prevent him from tripping, you stopped, letting him get his sketchbook out. “Here—take a look at this!”

He flipped through the messy pages frantically, before landing on what looked to be a drawing of him. In it, he was clad in what looked to be intricate armor, a lance clutched in one hand, a shield in the other. You were no stranger to self-insert content, having browsed it multiple times before. Many people tended to regard self-inserts as “cringy”, but more were open to it, these days. 

The old prejudices against fan characters and “Mary Sues” were becoming more and more outdated, left behind. And that was certainly for the better. You allowed your gaze to roam over the details, before spotting the anxiety clear on his face.

“I really like it/” You gave him a smile. His expression immediately lit up, looking perhaps the happiest you had ever seen him. That was the kind of confidence you were hoping to encourage in him.

“Splendid!” He cheered, “I don’t tend to show people that kind of staff—self-inserts, y’know? So many don’t understand the pure craftsmanship and love that go into creating original characters!” He closed the sketchbook and put it back into his bag, zipping it shut in a firm, quick way. “Character creation is a form of art! And so is roleplaying—if you like that kind of stuff.” He waggled his eyebrows at you, prompting you to cross your arms, fixing him with a stern glare. Your spine straightened into an authoritative pose.

“I do enjoy roleplaying. But not the dirty kind!” You huffed and he deflated at your scolding. Deciding he had learned his lesson, you allowed your posture to loosen. “I would love to RP sometime, Hifumi.” Just like that, his beamed, any traces of disappointment gone. He wilted under your anger and flourished under your praise. It was remarkable how someone could change how they felt so quickly. But that was just another part of Hifumi’s personality that could be difficult for you to decipher.

“Really!?” He practically squealed, before clearing his throat and straightening his posture. “Well, I mean—that’d be cool.” He said coyly, continuing to walk down the street. You caught up easily, in a matter of a few steps. His joy was contagious, and you were soon unable to stop yourself from smiling.

Your time left at school, with your friends, was limited. But you were going to enjoy it at any cost, with Hifumi at your side.

[thesundaymorningpost]

The Sunday Morning Post

August 6, 2017                                                                6th edition

Current News:

.... In a Heartbeat. by Esteban Bravo and Beth David

The video everyone has been waiting for has arrived and is loved by the masses. Created by Esteban Bravo and Beth David, this short film, lasting 4:10 minutes has taken the internet by storm.

The New York Times describes the video as It’s hard to forget your first childhood crush — and the anxiety that accompanied it. (Do you like me? Circle yes or no.) That heart-pounding, sweaty-palmed infatuation is nothing new in children’s animation, but two students decided to tell the tale in a different way, creating an animated short film that is drawing the interest of big production studios.Here, the enamored characters are both middle-school boys. And their dovelike innocence is charming a huge audience on YouTube. Posted on Monday, the four-minute film has already been viewed more than 14 million times. - by Christian Caron New York Times.

If you haven’t yet seen this heart warming short film, it is highly recommended.

Story Recommendations:

       How to Come First by @martymusesloveinexile (Rated Explicit)

When Victor reclaims his Short Program record, he can't help but gloat to Yurio. With his own record in the Free Skate now on the line in tomorrow's competition, Yuuri decides to protect it with the power of eros and his legendary stamina. Maybe he'll teach his fiance a lesson about being a sore winner in the process.

One of the funniest fics out there.  This really should have more love, humor, smut, Eros!Yuuri, what's not to love?  I mean besides bottom Victor if you're not into that, but really these boys switch, I'm convinced of it.  So enjoy the ride.  Trust me. - @ishxallxgood

Artist Spotlight:

    insecurity and reassurance by @riki-cartblog (Click title to reblog)

Comic:     Dragon by  @iguanamouth (Click title to reblog)

Support: This week’s Ko-fi shout-out goes to Phoenixwaller @phoenixwaller

Thank you so much for visiting. I love writing and it means a lot that so many people seem to enjoy reading my stories. I appreciate any support. If you have yet to read my Yuri On Ice fanfics you can find them at http://archiveofourown.org/users/phoenixwaller/ My current page goal is to try and get enough for a new laptop. Mine is on its last legs, but as I need the mobility of a laptop but the power for graphics use I can't grab a low end machine to get by either so any help is greatly appreciated.

Commissions:  kayroos Commissions!  (Click to commission) @kayroos-art

Zine: Fairy Punk (Click to order) by @bellimoon @mustardmouse & @l-azi-ly

Patreon: Snarkygourmet (Click to become a patreon) @snarky-gourmet

Fun and Games: Send me an ask with an emoji to tell me which voltron character you think I'm most like (Click title to reblog) by @bisexual-lance

  ❤️: keith

💛: hunk  

💚: pidge  

💙: lance

💜: dad, sorry i meant shiro  

💖: coran    

💕: allura    

❣️: space mice    

💝: random ally from this season (you choose)  

💗: zarkon using his magical seeking powers    

💓: space goo

Story Prompt:

Using your favorite characters, or your own original ones, write your own version of In a heartbeat!

Art Prompt:

With season 3 now here: If the characters from Voltron had Instagram, what would their pictures be of, and look like?

Fandom Week:

Miraculous fluff month! Beginning August 1st.

YOI Wedding Week! August 6th - 12th.  

JJBek Week! August 19 - 27th.

Guang-Hong Week! Prompts will be put up for voting through Aug 15 and posted by Aug 21

Yuri on Ice Music Week! September 4th - 11th

NSFW Yuri Plisetsky Week! September 11th - 17th. 

SeungChuchu Week! October 16th - 23rd.

Resources: Drawing hands (Click title to go to rest of tutorial) by @suzannart

Help Wanted:

Needed: Tumblr theme editor. Please contact Diamond Winters for details.

Story recommendations!! If you find a story that you absolutely love, and you want to see it get some recognition, please submit a link to it with a 2-3 sentence review of the story. This way it could get in the spotlight in a future edition of the SMP. Requirements are that it’s completed, or a one-shot.

Artist Spotlight!! If you find a piece of artwork that needs more love, please submit a link to it so it may be considered for future spotlights in the future.

WIP Motivation: Please send your support to these writers or artist to encourage them to continue their story or artwork. No good story or piece of art should be left unfinished. - If you know of a good story that hasn’t been updated in a while, and would like to offer encouragement to the author, please let me know, so that I can link to their story here.

If there is ever any section of the Sunday Morning Post that you feel you can contribute too, please send an Ask or Submit to either the SMP, or @d2diamond so that it has a chance at making in a future post. Thank you!

@martymusesloveinexile @riki-cartblog  @iguanamouth @phoenixwaller @kayroos-art @bellimoon @mustardmouse @l-azi-ly @snarky-gourmet @bisexual-lance @suzannart

[bestiaryartistry]

I fell behind on my uploading again :/ Well, I'll probably be drawing and uploading more frequently for a while- on account of my leg spontaneously messing up its nerves, thus forcing me to walk as little as possible. So I'll be sitting and drawing a lot.  Anyway, here's the thing that should've been uploaded a while ago. Name: Flashbang. Nicknames: Flash Jr. Species: Dragopony. Parents: Flash Sentry and Garble. Sibling Status: Only child. Special Talent: Forging weapons. Bio: Flashbang is the son and only child of Flash Sentry and Garble.  As both a hybrid and a bipedal creature, he's often looked at as strange and unnatural, but never got heavily bullied in childhood.  There were a few reasons for this.  One of his parents is the captain of the Crystal Guard and the other is a protective fire-breathing dragon for starters, but Flashbang himself can also breathe fire and never had any issues standing up for himself.  He actually got teased more as an adult, mostly because of his 'baby face.' Flashbang is a bit ornery and aggressive.  He gets easily irritated and quite grumpy, though he tries to avoid getting physically involved, not wanting to hurt anybody.  He found an escape in weapon design and eventually learned to forge using his dragon fire, earning a cutie mark.  Flashbang became the official weaponsmith of the Crystal Empire, forging functional weapons for the Crystal Guard but also crafting ceremonial weapons for both the Crystal Empire and other royals.  He greatly enjoys this job- just don't interrupt him when he's working.  This heavy work has granted him a rather muscular build. -Relationships- Flashbang has a solid relationship with both of his fathers. Flash Sentry can be a tad controlling as both he and Flashbang work directly for the royal family of the Empire and Flash worries about his son's attitude, which isn't always particularly cordial toward the royals.  Garble is fairly hands-off, letting Flashbang do his own thing, but is not-so-secretly very protective of him and keeps a close eye on how others treat him. Being their weaponsmith, Flashbang interacts with the royal family regularly.  Queen Cadence is very kind to him and somewhat appreciates his less formal attitude- the politeness and bowing and spouting of titles can get old.  King Thorax didn't like him as much initially and found his attitude disrespectful.  He gradually relaxed and he and Flashbang have a decent relationship later on.  Princess Flurry Heart considers Flashbang a friend even though they can't hang out super frequently.  Flashbang isn't overly excited, in contrast to Flurry's more passionate personality about everything, but they get along fine.   Times of crisis are the main thing that ignites boldness in Flashbang, especially when it involves the safety of the Crystal Empire and of Princess Flurry Heart.  He can get quite angry when they're in danger and can struggle to think logically. Flashbang's closest friend is Radiant Apple Shield, the daughter of Big Macintosh and former prince Shining Armor.  Her talent is defensive combat spells and crafting magically-infused armor and shields.  They're both friends and colleagues and do combat training together.  Their parents are tense about their relationship (mainly Flash and Shining), but they both try to ignore that.  Flashbang regards their issues as THEIR issues, not his, so he doesn't get involved.  Radiant is definitely more energetic than him but she does her best not to be too crazy, especially if he's forging or designing.  She's also a more physical pony, liking to hug, lean on, and playfully shove her friends.  Anypony else would get their mane seared off if they tried to touch Flashbang, but he tolerates Radiant. Also Flashbang has a cat- a female Sphynx named Velveteen.  She has an unusual issue with generating her own body heat (sphynxes are typically very warm), so she frequently lies on Flashbang to borrow his warmth. (oh yeah, the sword.  That particular one is a ceremonial blade, commissioned by Queen Cadence for the 20th anniversary of her and King Thorax's marriage and was used in their vow-renewal ceremony.)

[the-blind-geisha]

I really love ypur works💓💓stay motivated, notes are just a number; we all love what you do.

I thank you and appreciate that greatly, honey. It is niceto know what I do is enjoyed. C:

However, I think people are a little confused as to what I willdo without support and what I won’t do without support.

My fanfiction, A House Divided and my comic, Temptation, arethe two things I won’t stop working on. I could get 2 notes on those things(and my comic Temptation has only gotten roughly 4 or less notes), and I wouldstill do them, because they make me super happy. I am writing for me with mycharacters involved, and I love it so much. I will certainly write and or drawgifts for my lovely friends, and as long as they love it, then that’s all thatmatters to me, as I did those with them in mind. ♥♥

My random reader inserts I will NOT continue unless I amsuper motivated to do them, or there is a huge outcry for them. And there in liesthe problem—I am too motivated to do many other things:

My fanfics

My fanart

Gift art

Commissions

Video games

RPing

Work (as I have a job I have to go to bleh)

My novels

Also, I have so many ideas for stories that won’t stoppopping up in my mind, so I end up writing random stories either in private orwhat have you.

People probably think I am just being a huge baby aboutnotes and comments, but that’s not true. You lovelies could stop throwing yoursupport on any of these reader inserts, and it wouldn’t do anything beyond meletting it collect dust or just focusing on my own stuff more than usual. Theselittle stories are just that—plot dumps. If you want me to take it further, I justhave to know by seeing the support. ♥ My life is just too hectic and busy tofocus on something if there is no demand for it.

Think of it like how Ubisoft is struggling right now withthe idea of making more games. Syndicate didn’t do well because it came off theback of Unity, yes, but a LOT of people in thefandom only watched the cutscenes and never bought or supported the game, soUbisoft didn’t release a game last year because of drop in sales.

They aren’t making these games for fun—they are making itfor revenue. I am the same way but without any strings attached beyond ‘showyour support for free’.

In the end, what people do is up to them. ♥ I have no qualmseither way~.