#brought me so much joy

[rabidlittlestrawberry]

OKAY SO.

this inspired me. I made a lil jegulus photographer microfic. I have not read this over but ENJOY

1,308 words, cw - brief mention of workplace harassment but other than that it's fun

Click, click, click

Goosebumps rise on James bare skin, as he does his best to focus, to breathe. 

Click. Breathe in. Click. Breathe out. Click. 

“Look up for me?” 

Shit. 

James looks right down the lens of the camera, trying to keep his mind on the job. To remind himself that this is his job. And he’s good at it. That’s the worst thing. He’s been modelling for years, been in all kinds of compromising positions in front of the eyes of others. And none of it has ever phased him. 

Until now. 

The man behind the camera is the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. He’s currently staring intently into the camera, eye pressed right up against the lens. His black hair curls over his forehead, falling into the eye not pressed against the camera. James clenches his fist in an attempt to keep himself from leaning in and brushing it away. Then he remembers that he’s supposed to look relaxed, and unclenches his fingers. 

The photographer had walked in like he owned the place, barely glancing at James as he’d set up his equipment. James had felt heat rise in his face watching him work. Nimble fingers tightening screws and assembling tripods. 

Then that attention had turned to James, gaze as cold and analytical as when he’d been setting up. And that. That does something to James, something he hadn’t expected. 

And to make matters worse, this is an underwear shoot. It’s not a new experience for James, who hasn’t felt a drop of self-consciousness in years. But with Regulus’ eyes on him, sizing him up, analysing, calculating, he suddenly feels like his skin is on fire. Every inch of him burning up under the detached scrutiny of this beautiful man. 

“Can you turn to the left, arm up?” Comes that soft voice, and James’ brain short circuits. He hesitates for enough time that Regulus raises his eyebrow in silent question, undoubtedly wondering if James has forgotten his left and, right, or maybe is temporarily unable to locate his own arm. 

When he comes back to himself, he scrambles to comply, his limbs feeling heavy and clumsy as he moves. The camera clicks away, and shit. James once again tries to breathe through his nose, to steady himself. Because he’s suddenly very aware of how exposed he is, of how inconvenient it would be for him to get hard in his ridiculously expensive underwear right now.  

It isn’t something he’d ever had to contend with before, no matter how attractive the photographer. In fact, he’d laughed when people asked him about it. He didn’t think of his work as inherently sexual. But this? Regulus directing him with soft words and hard eyes that seemed to pierce right through him. 

Yeah. He’s fucked. 

He mustn’t have got the pose right, because he hears Regulus huff, before reluctantly making his way out from behind the camera. Every cell in James’ body tenses in anticipation as Regulus moves closer. 

“Put your hand right…there,” Regulus mutters, more to himself than James. He reaches his hand forward, but stops just short of actually touching him, fingers hovering an inch from his skin. 

Some base part of James is screaming: touch me, touch me, touch me, while his rational brain grateful that Regulus understands professional boundaries. And James does too. He does he does he does. 

He’d started modelling at eighteen, been in various states of undress around strangers, and he’d had his fair share of photographers who were keen to push boundaries in a variety of ways. Over the years, he’s learned how to hold his ground, but not before he let people poke and prod and move him in ways he’d never stand for these days.

Click, click, click. 

It’s fascinating and frustrating, the brick wall of the photographer’s expression, his stony demeanour. Because surely, it can’t be all in James’ mind. Sure, he’s attracted to Regulus, but that alone wouldn’t cause this. Wouldn’t make the air crackle and spark between them. So thick with tension that James can barely drag it down into his lungs. 

As time ticks on, James slides into a dreamy state, following each direction Regulus gives him without much thought, letting the soft words and the click of the camera lull him into a trance. 

“Can I… I’m going to get a close up,” Regulus says, bringing James back to the present. It’s the first time Regulus falters, and James’ breath catches in his throat. His eyes flick up to the other man, noticing a flush of pink rising in his cheeks. 

Oh. Well that’s interesting. 

He grins, letting the cocky energy overtake him. Now that he can see Regulus isn’t immune to him, he suddenly remembers who he is. What he looks like. The effect he knows he has on people, when he puts the work in. 

“Go ahead,” he says, swallowing down any other comments that might be trying to rise to the surface. Apparently his change in tone was enough, because Regulus coughs awkwardly, his blush noticeably deepening. 

“This okay?” James asks, smirking slightly as he thrusts his hips towards the camera. He knows he looks good, but he wants to hear Regulus say it. 

There’s a pause, and a few more clicks until Regulus nods, with nothing more than a quick “Mhm.” 

James feels his smirk deepen. Regulus’ grey eyes meet his briefly, before he looks quickly away. James takes the opportunity to study his profile, the sharp cut of his jaw, the freckles on his nose, the blush which has, impossibly, deepened in the last few seconds. 

After what feels like a lifetime, Regulus takes a step back, announcing that he has everything he needs. James has to admit, as uncomfortable as it was, he’s disappointed that it’s over. As he starts to dress himself, he finds his mouth moving before he has a chance to think it through. 

“If you need another model, you have my number…” he says, relieved that it wasn’t something worse. 

Regulus freezes, and rakes his eyes over James’ half-dressed form, making him feel completely naked. Finally, he nods, and James feels his whole body relax. 

Being given an inch, James naturally takes a mile. He grins impossibly wider, picking his trousers up slowly, never taking his eyes off Regulus, who is determinedly avoiding meeting his eye. 

“What are you dong tonight?”

That, at least, makes him look up. “I — what?”

“Listen, that was…” he blows out a breath, running a hand through his hair. “Intense.” Regulus flinches slightly, and James rushes to backtrack. “No, not… not bad. I just. I do this a lot. And it doesn’t usually feel like that. And so I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink. With me.” James clarifies uselessly, back to wondering if he’d read the signs all wrong, and if he’s just lost himself a future job. It might be okay if he has, because James isn’t sure he can go through that again if Regulus were to turn him down. Being photographed by him after that would be nothing short of torture. 

Regulus stares at him for what feels like a long time. As the seconds tick by, James feels himself falter, trying not to visibly squirm in the thick silence. 

“I have your number. I’ll call you,” Regulus says, words as clipped an efficient as his photography. Then, before James can begin to feel pleased, Regulus is turning around and heading out the door, leaving James feeling dizzy and flustered and wound up. He wants to kiss Regulus senseless, wants him under his hands, wants to make him laugh, and take him apart. 

But Regulus has put the power in his own hands, so for now James will have to wait. Which is not a skill he has yet managed to master. 

Fuck. 

James Potter as an underwear model and Regulus Black as his photographer

Give regulus a chance to let him stare avidly

Regulus ‘can I take a close up please’ Black

James ‘do you want me to just take them off for you it might be easier’ Potter

am I right or am I right folks

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Fish fish fishy

Fish final for the mid term of my digital art class

[tarabyte3]

Hey fanfiction writers: If no one's ever told you this before, it's not just fanfiction.

It's something you spent hours, days, maybe even months on, pouring your heart out onto a page because you were so full of passion and thoughts about a story or characters, you felt like you were going to explode if you didn't get it out. Maybe you lost sleep because your mind was racing with ideas or you forgot to eat or drink water because you were so focused. Maybe your back aches from being hunched over for so long, unmoving. Maybe you even felt like you were going a little feral because you were so excited about what you were creating, or were frustrated when you got stuck. Either way, you put your heart, mind, soul, and body into making something.

It's okay to want people to read it, and it's okay if you're disappointed that they don't or it doesn't get as much of a reaction as you were hoping for. Humans are social creatures. Sure, we write for ourselves, but we also share because the joy of doing so is just as powerful as the joy of the process. Of having created something.

We all experience that joy and that disappointment, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

So it's okay. It's not just fanfiction.

[goblin-king-jay]

Ally: Yeah I grab a pool skimmer-- (starts laughing at themself)

(audience laughs)

Ally: --and I start trying to get that out of the well.

Brennan: Sorry, stop, real quick -- when you 'grab a pool skimmer'...

Zac: The quangle appears!

Ally: Yeah! The quangle appears, and the peppermint BURSTS open and there's a pool casita.

(cast and audience laugh)

Ally: And I run to it--

Siobhan: Adaine runs out of the time quangle with a bowl of shrimp-- (laughs)

(audience cheers and applauds; shots of a few people in the audience holding up cardboard cutouts of oversized shrimp)

(Ally is losing it)

Siobhan: --out of whatever the pool thing is and goes, "it seems like you need this. I got a vision." and then runs back through.

Zac: "Fabian's gonna be mad!"

Brennan: ...you have a pool skimmer.

[denkisauce]

my growing collection from redacted dot com 🥲

[artkaninchenbau]

Thief! (Don't stop! 💙) [Shop]

[strayswolf]

When Duke is overwhelmed, he flashes to Bruce—kind, parental Bruce, not Batman—to help him calm down and reorganize his thoughts to get himself back in the game and find a way out of a bad situation. (Also, Duke really just wants his dad. 🥺)

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures, Season Three, Ep. 118, One Bad Day Part II

[saltpepperbeard]

And, of course, it wouldn't be a Taika Movie unless he crowbars himself into the movie somehow. Taika shares his career memories with Entertainment Weekly. [x]

[oddberryshortcake]

jumpscare

YESSSSS!!!!!!!

YESSSSS IT'S THEIR DYNAMIC!! YOU NAILED THE DYNAMIC SO HARD. Kat's waifu being a herc 😭😭 Idia getting to truly be hades 😭

I died from peak. Got brought back to life by peak. Died again by peak

thank u cozy ilyyy 💕 Next nyoka fic on me I say as there's already like two I can edit and use

[ex-textura]

I fucking love romancing Emmrich as a non-Mourn Watch Rook. I love it I LOVE it!

I've done both routes and I enjoyed the meeting of minds you get in the special MW dialogue options but the JOY of watching Emmrich experience love from outside his own secluded circle is unmatched.

Of course a fellow Mourn Watcher would match his freak, of course they'd get necromancy of course they'd love wisps and the necropolis of course.

But he spends so much energy defending it all to the rest of the team early on, because outside of Nevarra it is taboo.

They don't know if they can trust the necromancer

They side-eye his skulls

But then there's Rook. An outsider respectful of the tableaus, charmed by wisps and friendly with Manfred. They compliment his control and passion. They're impressed, rather than suspicious. He doesn't have to defend himself to Rook and how unexpected...

Rook as a person with no previous experience with Nevarra looks through the taboo and the superstition and the preconceived notions and sees Emmrich. Sees his passion. And loves every piece.

And I'm feral about it

[potatobugz]

did you know? ninjoggle

doodles from a while ago

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In Regards To Your 2024 Summary:

Holy shit it’s been another year????? The hell?????

Also! Your art style is gorgeous and that being found in 2023 and then refined throughout late 2023 and the entirety of 2024 really shows, as does your growth in panel layouts, perspective, and — as you said — experimentation. If you ever post your animation or video game art I’m looking forward to it.

As cheesy as it sounds, being able to laugh at funny comics and look at all the details of your art really made my 2024 brighter, even when things were hard. Including looking at your older art— it doesn’t need to be new to be enjoyable! I’m glad your art is well loved and it’s a privilege to have been here since the (near) beginning. I hope you take care of yourself in 2025 and beyond!

You and your art bring a lot of people a lot of joy never forget that <3

Thank you so much for keeping up with my art journey throughout these last two years! Two years!!! I am baffled at how that feels both too long and too short!

Admittedly, my art summary didn't manage to capture the fact that I did a lot of comic layouts that I'm really proud of. I also drew more backgrounds and made some very detailed works (*Dungeon Meshi spoilers for these examples*).

The growth is lot more evident when comparing my 'best' comics of 2023 to 2024:

Sometimes the growth is vertical, sometimes it is horizontal - and damn, sometimes it goes out of sight into the Z-plane. But it is always happening!

[stillgotscars]

you guys, today is our last eras tour eve… i’m eating glass

[fangirlyness]

She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat - Episode 30/30

[freshydip]

just finished alan wake 2 and wanted to share my favorite part of the entire 30 hour experience