#but I have another drawing planned for that too

[goosefries]

hey yall! i just wanted to say thank you SO much for 16k views on my Rules AvA animatic!!!! i actually made a bet with one of my friends that if it got to 15k views i'd MAKE ANOTHER ONE!! and well. it hit 15k.

my next big becker-verse animatic probably going to take longer than this one since i've got a lot on my plate right now,

so in the meantime i thought i'd talk a bit about the animatic and share some of my favorite frames !!!

the animated segments are easily my favorite (obviously). that whole lead-up to the second chorus was SO FUN to draw. when i originally made this i didn't plan on animating any of it to the extent i did, i honestly was making it up as i went along

it turned out i added 3 entire animated segments which all sucked the life out of me (but look incredible). and also that part at the bridge GOD that was a nightmare to make

i wanna talk a bit about their designs since that's what people commented on the most:

it is completely intentional that second, chosen, and victim all have the same-ish hair shape. they all look alike cause they're all connected! dark looks so different because he's not a direct part of the victim->cho->sec line of succession. so he looks a bit out of place next to them LOL!

victim's hair is short in the beginning and grows out to this short ponytail, which changes the shape of his hair a LOT. this is bc over time there's a much larger gap between cho and vic (who look the most similar)

second is all round shapes and curls. he's soft and in his pjs and comfortable (for the most part). the only difference between sec and vic at the beginning is sharpness. if second straightened his hair he'd literally look identical to victim before he grew his hair out

cho's hair is a classic that i can never change, i'm obsessed with his horrible bangs. i forget to draw it a couple times in the animatic but after he befriending dark he gets another little hair spike bc he gets messier

dark. dark mfing lord. hate to love him, love to hate him. his design is pretty self explanatory, all sharp and pointy and rough and tumble. if he comes back this season i'd probably soften some of his shape's but we'll honestly have to see

the color gang all have their own stuff that goes into designs, but a lot of it is shaved off for the animatic just b/c of simplicity sake + at the time that AvA season 2 happened they hadn't gotten the full extent of their characterization appearing in AvM

if you've made it this far i'll give you a little hint: my next BIG becker-verse animation will very likely be for AvM. i have some concepts for AvA ones but i really want to give AvM attention too since i cry about it like every few months

lastly, here's some unused frames that didn't make the cut:

THANK YOU ALL SM FOR THE SUPPORT!! <3333

[wlwsoccerfics]

In Sickness & in Health (MapiXIngridXReader)

Warnings: migraines, throwing up

Summary: You don't feel good but your girlfriends

You woke up in the middle of the night, feeling sick, your head felt heavy and the pain was terrible. Your migraines were back. Somehow you managed to get out of bed without waking up your girlfriends. Which was a miracle cause Ingrid was half on top of you while Mapi had your fingers intertwined with hers.

You managed to make it to the bathroom before hanging over the toilet, vomiting & crying. Your head was killing you and every move was painful. It wasn't long until your girlfriends woke up and walked into the bathroom. Ingrid held your hair back. "It's okay, love. Let it all out." She whispered gently. Mapi grabbed your meds from the bathroom cabinet and places them on the bedside table.

You managed to brush your teeth after you were done throwing up. Ingrid helped you back to bed while Mapi opened the Windows for some fresh air. Also grabbing a cold, wet towel for you. having something cold on your forehead always helped. "Amor, por favor toma tus medicamentos(love, please take your meds)?" mapi asked. handing you a Glass of water and your migraine medication. You whimper. Leaning your back against Ingrid. "engel vær så snill(Angel please)!" Ingrid whispered out. "Okay." You said and took your meds with a little bit of water. cause you were afraid if you drink too much water it would upset your stomach.

You then laid down. Head on ingrids shoulder. Mapi palcing the cold wet towel on your forehead and you close your eyes. "Thank you." You told them both. Mapi laid down next to you. Placing a Hand on your stomach, drawing gentle circles with her finger. This made you fall asleep.

Mapi & Ingrid stayed awake all night though. Wanting to make sure you are okay.

"i hate when she feels that way! those migraines seriously are terrible! She was crying. We know how tough she is so the pain must be really really bad!" Mapi said. Ingrid took her hand. Making sure not to wake you.

"i don't like it either! Unfortunately all we can do is be there for her, because this isn't something that can be fixed. Most people with migraines ,deal with this their whole Lives!" Ingrid answered. She knew cause when you joined their relationship she made sure to google all about it. Well some things she had asked you when you joined FC Barcelona and had a migraine in the middle of practice. The pain that day almost made you faint.

You woke up around 6am, slowly opening your eyes. Your head was doing much better. You still had a headache but it wasn't as bad as it was a few hours ago.

"Mapi?Ingrid? My loves?" You asked sitting up slowly. Mapi helped you to sit up.

"¿Cómo te sientes, amor?(how are you feeling, love?)" Mapi wanted to know. Ingrid sat up as well. Turning her Body towards you.

"i feel alot better! Just a small headache left." You replied and smiled a little. The two smiled.

"that's great to hear. but maybe sit out practice today?" Ingrid suggested. You sighed a little.

"okay. I still want to go with you. at least to watch the two of you!" you answered. Mapi was biting down on her bottom lip.

"Por favor tómatelo con calma!(please take it easy)" Mapi was worried the sun could make your migraine return.

"i promise to stay out of the sun and go inside if i need to lay down!" You told them.

So after the three of you had a shower together and got dressed Mapi drove the three of you to practice. Ingrid sat in the back with you. Having her arms wrapped around you, while you took another quick nap.

You loved how you could always count on your two girlfriends. They really were the best. And you were so very much in love with them. And when the headache would be fully gonna you planned on showing them just how much you appreciated their love.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

can I have Brian, Helen, and Toby (seperate please) nsfw with f!reader who wears Christmas lingerie in front of them? And call it their (Christmas’s gift)?

I'm sorry this is so late after Christmas, I did not mean to post this so late, but it did at the very least come out much longer than I intended. I hope you enjoy <3 Reader is AFAB and has female genitals, but no other gendered terms are used

Brian:

Poor, poor Brian, his heart can barely take it when you call him upstairs. His heart's already racing from running upstairs in excitement from your text stating you had another gift for him, and it feels like it'll beat right out of his chest once his eyes land on you, posed nice and pretty on his bed for him. His brain malfunctions and all he can do is stand there with his mouth hanging open, unsure of what he should do or say, his cheeks and the tips of his ears bright red. It takes you giggling at him to snap him out of his stupor, and you'll have to gesture for him to come over to you, and he does so quite timidly, perching on the edge of the bed. His hands are itching to touch you, and he can't help the way his own breath hitches when his hands roam over your barely clothed figure, the green and red lingerie complimenting you so well, and he wants to carve it into his memory forever. It's fully subconscious when he asks if he can record you in it, and he feels like a huge pervert once it hits him what he asked, but all you do is immediately smile and agree, so despite his reservations, he happily does so.

Grabbing his phone, he makes quick work of undressing himself, and he begins by just recording your body, posing you, and showing any angle he can of you in your lingerie. His hand caresses and squeezes down your body, working his way down to thumb over your clothed clit, cursing quietly at the noises you're making and how sexy you look. He wanted to record himself fucking you, but he can't resist anymore, and he quickly tosses his phone to the side, stripping you of the lingerie, sliding his fingers inside of you to give you a quick stretch, before he finally slides his cock inside of you as he holds you tightly. You're both quite worked up from the evening's events, and while he tries to go slow and take his time with you, it doesn't take much to have either of you reaching your peaks, collapsing together onto his bed. You'll both find out later his phone did in the end at least record the audio of your sex, both that round and the one after it, too, much to Brian's deep embarrassment. Despite said embarrassment, that video becomes the most replayed one on his phone, something you'll tease him about for quite a while.

Helen:

Well, well, well, what do we have here? When you texted Helen and asked him to come upstairs for his final gift he wasn't sure what you had planned, but he knew your mischievous mind had to have something nice sorted out for him, and he certainly wasn't let down. However, if you're gonna sit on his bed and smirk so confidently at him, posing as though you're teasing him, Helen's going to tease you back. What, you thought he'd unwrap his gift and indulge in you right away? You thought he'd go ahead and fuck you like you wanted him to? Oh, no, no sweetheart. He's gonna pull out his art supplies and really commemorate this before he gives you what you want. He pulls over a chair and has you pose for him in specific ways, first drawing and sketching several different positions. By the end of that your muscles are tired and strained (he doesn't let you drop from your positions at all, after all), but he's not done with you yet, pulling out his easel, and painting you all the same, in specific poses. It's been over an hour of you doing this for him, your cheeks warm, your body aching, and it's not until he sees tears blooming in your eyes that he finally chuckles and gives you what you want.

He strips off all of his own clothes, but he makes you keep the lingerie on, as it's his gift to enjoy, after all. He simply tugs your panties to the side and gets to work fucking you immediately, considering you're already dripping wet from his eyes watching you all that time. He fucks you hard and rough and gives you no breaks, his cock hitting the deepest parts of you as he pounds into you, and you can hardly catch your breath from the force of his thrusts, but you can handle it, can't you? He's just repaying you for the lovely gift you've given him, and he's not going anywhere, considering he's going to make you cum as many times as he drew and painted you, and then maybe a few more times just to be thorough. By the time he's finished with you, you won't be able to walk without his help, and that thought alone has him pistoning into you even faster, his chest heaving and cock throbbing as he does his best to make both of you feel as good as physically possible. It won't be until you're begging him to stop, saying it's too much, that he finally gives in.

Toby:

Toby finds himself confused staring down at the message you'd sent him about a final, special surprise, so there's not really much rush in his steps as he makes his way up to his room, humming quietly to himself as he goes. However, once he opens his door to ask you what else you have planned, he wishes he would've had more pep in his step. His mouth is hanging open, and it takes him a moment of realization that he should close his door, and he slides into his room quickly, slamming the door shut a bit harder than he meant to. He shuffles over to you pretty quickly, his eyes roaming over your body, his hands following soon after. He wants to say something, anything, but he's so flustered he can't bring himself to say anything, it's your soft touch on his cheeks that gets him to look at your face and take a deep breath. When he's calm he eventually asks what this is all about, and when you answer that you just wanted to give him a special surprise he can't stop the small noise that bubbles out of his throat as he looks over you one more time.

He licks his lips, his fingers tracing the outline of your lingerie, and he can't help but thank you, several shy times at that, and you have to be the one to tell him that it's alright, and he can enjoy you to his heart's content. He's quick to press his lips to yours in eager kisses, his fingers gently working off your lingerie, and then his own clothes when you gently push him away so he can remember to breathe. He's eager to make you feel good in repayment for the surprise, his fingers thrusting into you eagerly, his mouth working overtime on your clit, and it's not until you beg him after your second orgasm to fuck you that he remembers that he wants to feel good with you too. With all of his stamina, Toby doesn't feel the need to go slow once he's finally inside of you, his hips eagerly thrusting into you. Toby's already so close, so worked up from everything, but he holds himself back, working your clit while he fucks you in an effort to finish with you, and when he feels that familiar squeezing around his cock it pushes him over the edge as he collapses on top of you, tiredly mumbling against you that this is the best Christmas ever.

[burloire]

Well well well if it isn't Self-Indulgent Solavellan Sunday yet again. If there is one thing everyone should know about me its that I have literally watched Pride & Prejudice 2005 over 100 times and I will continue to watch it another 2000 times. Had to do it to em and then I went down a Keira Knightley romantic period movie reference deep dive. (Yes, I'm planning an Atonement-referenced drawing from that Green Dress in the Library scene :D) Also, I've never been good at Hands, so this was good practice too lol.

[short-honey-badger]

An Unexpected Guest 2

SPOILER ALERT for latest chapter of One Piece!

Pairings! Mentioned Shanks x Female Reader, Figarland Shamrock x Female Reader

Warnings! Smut, non-con elements, rough sex, rough blow jobs, cream pies. Sham isn't nice, and Reader is very sad.

Shamrock Masterlist -> HERE

You feel sick as you lead Shamrock to the guest room of your home. You aren't about to have sex with this horrid man in your bedroom, on the bed that you and Shanks have spent so much time together tangled around one another. No. You already had plans to call Shanks as soon as this imposter left you alone, to beg forgiveness for not being strong enough for betraying him.

A warm hand lands on the small of your back, and you can't help the shiver that runs through you. Everything about Shamrock reminds you of your dear lover, so little difference in their appearance and body heat that it was throwing you off. But the longer the older twin lingered, the more you could pick up differences.

Shamrock certainly smelled different. His scent is clean with a bit of spice underneath, most likely from the soap he used. There wasn't that familiar scent of salty ocean or sweet sake that always clung to Shanks. His eyes were different, too. A shade off and darker, more burgundy than the carmine gaze that your dear lover looked at you with. You wanted Shanks more than anything in the moment, to come back and save you from this awful man who looked so much like him.

Your thoughts halt once the two of you enter the bedroom, and you freeze at the sight of the bed. Shamrock stalks past you, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands holding his knees head cocking to the side as he observes you with that dark look.

“Come here.”

His voice is a quiet demand of a man who was never disobeyed, and you were a slave to it just like any other. You slipped forward, coming to stand between his legs, eyes front but not truly looking at the redhead. You refused to stare into the face of this man.

Shamrock hummed, eyes shuttering. He could see the resolute fear in your eyes, the sick betrayal you must feel over your actions. He loved it.

“Undress me.”

You flick your eyes down to the complicated looking dress shirt that he wears. Its collar is high around his neck with buttons and thick clasps going this way and that, all covered by a royal red ascot. Carefully, you raise your hands, cursing yourself silently when you notice them shaking, and begin to untie the ascot, frowning when you struggle with the complex knotting. When you finally unwind the knots, you go to drop the fabric to the bed, only for your hand to be caught in a vice-like grip.

“Fold it. Neatly, darling.”

You clench your jaw, annoyed at the constant ordering, but the threat of him taking you away from your home still rings loudly in your head, so you stay silent and carefully begin to fold the ascot to the best of your abilities. You step away to set it on the desk that lines the opposite wall of the guest bedroom, figuring that Shamrock wouldn't be very happy if you'd dropped it on the floor. You suck in a sharp breath when you settle back between his long legs, one of those hands settling on your hip and pushing at the baggy pants that you wear.

“Take these off. I wish to see you.”

Your jaw clenches even more, and you feel your teeth ache at the pressure. Not wanting to draw it out, you grab your waistband and shove your sweats down, kicking them behind you. Shamrock hadn't said to remove your underwear, so you would keep them on for as long as you could.

He reaches out, hands landing on your exposed thighs and trailing his fingertips up and down the prickled flesh. Finger tips dipping down to the apex and swiping over your clothed mound with a mean curl of his lips, so slight you wouldn't be able to tell if you hadn't been so close to him. Despite the touch meant to distract you, you push through the reluctant pleasure his touch makes you feel to focus on getting the complicated clasps of his shirt undone.

On you go, only stopping to fold his clothes and place them neatly on the desk whenever you are finished. Shamrock stands once his top is fully exposed, and you quickly step away from his bare chest before your face can smash into him. You can't help the way your face flushes at the sight, all lean muscle and beautiful flesh.

“Good girl,” Shamrock murmurs and catches your jaw again, pulling your face up to stare up at him, “Now get on your knees and take my pants off.”

Humiliation flares hot in your chest, and you have to bite your lips to stop yourself from saying something that would surely get you punished. Slowly, you lower yourself down, face on fire as you come face to face with his crotch. You can see the outline of his cock through the material, and the sight makes your stomach squirm. You aren't surprised that a man as sick in the head like Shamrock would be enjoying this.

Thankfully, his pants are only held together by a simple button, and you quickly pop it, opening the front of his pants and hooking your thumbs into the material to drag them down. He lifts his feet, allowing you to slide them completely away, and you fold them, handing them off to Shamrock when his hand comes into view.

“You're not finished, darling. These too,” He says above you, tone a condescending coo that makes you burn with mortification.

He watches your hands shake and sick arousal threads hotly through his body. Seeing you like this, so reluctant with that guilty expression on your face, is intoxicating. Shamrock may have told you that he'd leave you here, and he would, but he would definitely be back to experience this again. You were a drug that he would happily become addicted to.

You are so close that when you pull his underwear down, you are greeted with a face full of hard cock slapping you in the cheek. You gasp at the suddenness of it, eyes going wide as you stare at the length that bobs right in front of you. You can't help but compare it to your lover's, and find that while Shamrock looked a bit longer than his twin, Shanks was thicker.

You watch one long fingered hand take himself in hand, staying perfectly still when Shamrock inches forward and spears his cockhead across your lips, leaving behind the sticky residue of precum. His free hand sinks into your hair, gripping the strands tightly and pulling your head back, forcing you to meet that greedy stare.

“Suck my cock like you would my brother's.”

The words make guilt explode in your chest, stomach cramping, and make you feel like a two-bit whore. The hate you have for yourself grows, tears coming to your eyes as you unhinge your jaw, leaning forward to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock.

You cast your mind elsewhere as you suck him off, not wanting to focus on the actions and the fullness of your mouth. You take him down further, tongue laving the underside, massaging against the thick vein you feel there. Your hands clench against your knees, refusing to touch Shamrock more than you have to.

Feeling himself grow impatient, Shamrock takes your face in both of his hands and presses in, baring his teeth when you gag around his length. You feel absolutely divine around him, throat fluttering, tongue lashing against the sensitive flesh. He humps forward without abandon, seeking that delicious pleasure that burns in his lower abdomen. You are his to use, his to own, and there was nothing that could stop him from doing as he pleased.

Hot tears stream down your face, hands gripping his thighs and nails biting into his skin as you struggle to breathe around the intrusion. Your throat burns, lips tight around the cock that beats in and out of your mouth. You can taste him, salty and bitter all at once as he leaks precum into your mouth. You wish he would hurry, to be done with you so that he could leave and you could finally call Shanks.

The thought of him, even as guilty and disgusting as you feel right now, is the only thing that is keeping you sane. You know Shanks, and for as angry he will be, for as devastated he will sound, you know that none of it would be at you. No. This man would pay for what he is doing to you. Shanks would make sure of it.

Shamrock slows to a stop when he feels that tension begins to wind up, threatening to snap at any second. As much as the thought of you swallowing his seed appeals to him, he wants to spend himself somewhere far more delicate. He pulls out with a soft groan, staring down at you as you heave and suck in harsh breaths of oxygen. He leaves you to pant and catch your breath as he crawls up the bed, propping himself up and staring at you over the bridge of his nose.

“Undress the rest of the way before you come up here,” He orders and watches in satisfaction as you strip yourself once you've got your breathing under control. He rakes his eyes over your nude form, finding you appealing to the eyes. The redhead casually strokes his cock, watching you as you shuffle forward until you sit at the edge of the bed.

Shamrock huffs, not expecting this stubborn streak after you've been so good at listening to him. He leans up, reaching forward to grab you by the arm and haul you up the bed, manhandling you until you straddle his waist, cunt poised just above his cock.

“Ride me.”

The hand on your hip pushes you down, and you gasp before you clamp your mouth shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip as Shamrock bullies his cock inside of you. He doesn't move until you are fully seated, hand gripping your hips to the point of bruising pain. You angle your face up and toward the ceiling, refusing to look at him.

A sharp slap against your thigh makes you hiss, and start up at a careful pace, legs and knees working as you begin to bounce up and down, his cock dragging against your walls and pleasure begins to flood you, your body easily betraying you. You cast your mind to Shanks and silently pretend that it is him that you are riding, and not his evil, awful twin.

Shamrock doesn't like that you aren't looking at him. He had told you in the beginning that he didn't want his younger brother to take your attention away from him, and he knows that you've been distracting yourself this entire time, most likely with thoughts of Shanks. His brow furrows, and he lashes out, hand snagging around your throat and jerking you down, til you hovered inches away from his face. Your eyes are wide, swilling with alarmed fear that makes his cock pulse wildly.

“Don't look away from me, Darling. I'm the one who you are fucking, not my dimwit twin. Start acting like it,” He snarls and squeezes your throat to get his point across. When you gasp, he surges forward to claim your lips with his own, hips snapping up as he takes control of the pace. Your nails bite into his shoulders, anchoring yourself as he sets a brutal pace that makes your vision swim.

“Say my name when I make you come,” Shamrock demands lowly when he breaks the harsh kiss, lips brushing against your own. His hand releases your throat to instead grasp you by the legs, heaving himself up with a flex of his core to sit you in his lap. You whine when his length plunges even deeper, eyes wide, and mouth fallen open as you stare at him. In this position, Shamrock can control everything, arms wrapped tight around your body.

He rocks into you, mouth finding your own again in a kiss that is more teeth and tongue. That burning edge is so close, and you begin to unintentionally press into him, seeking your own pleasure as your mind is consumed by this redhead. His name stutters from between your lips before any sound is consumed by Shamrock's mouth, which devours yours once again.

The god knight is close, hips snagging and grinding up into your leaking cunt. You feel so good, so tight around his cock, and he feels that tension begin to unravel. He grabs your waist, slamming into you, needing to leave a lasting impression so that you could never forget how he makes you feel.

“Sham-,” you whine, and your hands scramble for purchase, fingers finding that long red hair and gripping tightly, “I'm close.”

He hums against you, lips attacking your throat with tongue and teeth, leaving behind marks that wouldn't fade until days after he would be gone. Shamrock hoped that they would linger until his twin arrived, knowing that the sight of his little lover all marked up and stuffed full of his seed would set the redhead off like nothing else could.

That thought is what cracks him, his lips curling up into a snarl as he comes, cock throbbing as he floods your pussy, coming so deep within you that he silently hopes it would never leave. You follow right over the edge, cunt tightening around him like a vice, sticky cream gushing around his length. You slump forward, draped across his shoulders as you try and bring yourself back under control.

Shamrock falls back against the bed, taking you with him, arms wrapped tight around your waist and face buried in the crook of your neck. It's soft, intimate, almost, but it doesn't last. His arms slip from around you, and you are pushed up, a wince leaving you when he pulls out and rolls away from you. You curl up in the bed, tucking your legs up against your chest and bury your face in the pillow, not wanting to watch your unwanted lover dress himself.

Once he is put back together, Shamrock rounds the bed and grasps you by the jaw, pulling you out of the nest of blankets. He takes in your tear stricken face with satisfaction, eyes darkening with glee. You look fucked out, hair messy and pleasure still lingering in your eyes.

“Don't miss me too much, darling,” Shamrock murmurs and leans in, lips pressing against yours in uncharacteristic softness, “I'll be back before you know it.”

With that, he drops you like you mean nothing, standing straight and stalking out of your home like he hadn't just come in and destroyed the happiness you've built here. It takes a while, but you drag yourself from the guest bedroom and into the shower, scrubbing yourself until you feel red and raw, needing to force the feeling of his body away from you. You sit on the edge of your bed, bundled up in a fluffy robe as you stare at the snail transponder on your bedside table. You needed to call Shanks, but how the hell could you even explain what happened to him?

@mit-suri @mfreedomstuff

[itstobias149]

Doodles from the whiteboard!

Definitely plan on doing another! This is so fun!

(I didn't draw too much this time)

Having everyone join my whiteboard and doodle on it has been such an emotional boost for me. It’s not just about the drawings—it’s the fact that these amazing people in the Punch-Out!! artist community take time out of their day to come hang out and share something creative with me. It makes me feel seen, valued, and connected in a way that’s so comforting.

I love this community so much. They’re supportive, fun, and genuinely kind, and it means the world to me that we can come together like this. It’s helped me feel less alone and has brought so much joy into my life.

I can’t wait to see more from everyone—it’s always so inspiring and fun to watch the creativity flow. A huge thank you to everyone who’s joined in and taken the time to hang out and doodle with me. You’ve made such a positive impact, and I’m so grateful to be part of this amazing community. You all mean so much to me!

[into-fiction]

HYGTG snippet: gelphie dates

The first date Elphaba takes Galinda on is…rather a disaster actually. 

Not on purpose of course, she just didn’t plan as well as she should. Elphaba had tried to take them out for a nice dinner in the city, similar to the first date Galinda had taken Elphaba on. Except…she’d not accounted for the weather. 

The sky turns grey and starts to grumble almost immediately after they set out. The pair turn around early, but still end up getting absolutely soaked on the boat ride back.

Shit, Elphaba thinks, shucking her jacket off to sling around Galinda's bare shoulders as if that would help stop the deluge at all. Galinda's gonna hate me. 

But contrary to Elphaba’s initial fear, Galinda doesn’t seem to mind at all. She clambers out of the boat and takes Elphaba’s hand, tugging her to the courtyard, where she throws her arms out and twirls in a circle.

It's late evening, and most of the other students are either in their dorms or already in the city, likely hiding out until the rain stops. There are just a few lamp posts still flickering, a gentle orange glow that reflects off Galinda's pale hair.

“Come on!” the blonde calls, squealing as she turns and wet ringlets fall into her face. 

“Aren’t you worried about your clothes?” Elphaba asks. And your face? She wipes her thumb under Galinda’s eye where her glittery makeup has started to run.

Galinda pauses briefly, peering up at her. “Do I look terrible?” she asks.

“You look beautiful.”

The grin that spreads across Galinda's face is like sunshine all itself. “Then who cares? Now dance with me!”

Galinda takes her heels off so she doesn’t slip, her once-pristine curls plastered to her head as she giggles and whoops and spins. Elphaba has so rarely seen her like this, as if she doesn't have a care in the world and is no longer scared of who might see her.

When she presses her lips to Elphaba’s, she tastes like pure joy.

***

Determined to make up for it on their second date, Elphaba plans a simple picnic in the fields beyond Shiz. She packs up everything they need in a large wicker basket, buzzing with excitement as she waits for the afternoon sun to rise.

The girls make their way out of Shiz right on time, not a hint of clouds or rain in sight. They chatter back and forth about various things, Galinda trying to steal snacks out of the basket. 

“Where are we going?” Galinda asks, walking confidently in front despite not knowing the way.

It’s a warm autumn day with just enough breeze to ruffle the edge of Galinda’s pink dress. She's got her sketchbook tucked under one arm, and her face is shining as she glances around at the view.

Which is, of course, why she completely misses the dip in the path. Elphaba has to drop the picnic basket in order to lunge for Galinda, but in the end, both things end up tumbling to the ground. Their carefully planned lunch scatters into the tall grass as Galinda yelps and collapses. 

“Galinda!” Elphaba cries. She hovers for a moment, worried about her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s pride and her girlfriend's clothes (and her girlfriend’s pride over her clothes)…all reasonable things.

And the food, too, of course.

But Galinda is laughing, dusting her palms off on her dress even as she gets to her feet with a wince, ankle already swelling. Elphaba gives her a hand, holding her arm tightly when she wobbles.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“I’m fine!”

Galinda looks around, finally spotting her sketchbook where it's splayed across the grassy floor. A noticeable boot print stains the open pages, the edges wrinkled and the drawing underneath smudges and ruined.

“Oh no, Oz, Galinda, I'm so sorry.”

Elphaba rushes to pick the sketchbook up, but the damage is already done. Her heart sinks a little as she realizes yet another date has gone wrong.

“It’s okay!” Galinda leans up to give Elphaba a peck on the cheek. She takes the book from her with careful hands. “It's just one spread, Elphie. No big deal.”

Elphaba ends up carrying the blonde back to school, Galinda a warm weight on her back as she hums in her ear, her arms wrapped around Elphaba’s shoulders.

“Are you sure you’re not upset?” Elphaba checks. Galinda presses a kiss to Elphaba’s temple and then knocks their heads lightly together. 

“Stop asking that, Elphie!” she says. “I think this was still a wonderful date. And look- I got you right where I wanted.”

Despite the teasing note to her girlfriend’s voice and the second kiss placed on her neck, Elphaba can’t help feeling a little disappointed in herself. Oh well. Third time’s a charm?

***

The third time is somehow the worst yet. 

By the time they return to the dorms, mud splashed up their legs and leaves falling from their hair, Elphaba is starting to think she’s been cursed.  

“Maybe it’s a sign that I’m not cut out for dating,” she grumbles, her hands fidgeting with the blanket on top of them. Galinda's hair is slightly damp against her shoulder as the girl leans against her.

“Oh, Elphie. Don’t be so dramatic! I still had plenty of fun.”

“Dramatic? Galinda, every date I’ve tried to plan has turned into a disaster.”

“That’s not true! I think they’ve all been perfect.”

Elphaba feels her chest clench, a little guilty and a little in love. “You’re just biased,” she says softly. She sighs, feeling her shoulders slump. “I keep trying to set up fun things for us to do, and they just keep backfiring.”

Galinda shakes her head, giggling softly in that adorably breathy way of hers. 

“That’s just it, silly. We don’t have to do anything or go anywhere to make it a perfect date.” Galinda rolls over until she’s fully in Elphaba’s lap, smiling fondly at her as she gives her a kiss on the lips. “Just being with you is already everything I need. I mean it.”

“You do?”

“Always.”

A bubble of warmth spreads through Elphaba’s chest, loosening any of her previous worries. She sighs, leaning in so her forehead rests on Galinda’s.

“Well,” she says softly. “I guess I must have some luck.”

“Hm?”

Elphaba grins, wrapping both arms around Galinda’s waist and pulling her even closer, ducking down to press an open-mouthed kiss to the girl’s jaw just to watch the way her cheeks flush bright rosy pink. 

“After all,” she finally says. “I did manage to get the prettiest girl in school.”

[jthmaaucomic]

YAY I’m finally fucking hoooome and now I can blabber my mouth off.

SO TECHNICALLY, this wasn’t the end of the chapter, but I’m still figuring out the pacing to everything and I realized there’s a lot im going to have cut or move around. Honestly, this has been such a massive but intensely rewarding challenge. I did NOT expect to draw everyday, I wasn’t even planning on it but I just enjoyed working on it so much that I couldn’t help myself.

But of course now I’ve pushed myself a little too much so im pretty tired and my head is full of nothing but a bunch of tiny psychos. I think I need a small break and for once, actually feel good about it because, if I’m being honest, I could probably crank out another two or three pages if I really felt like it.

I just want to make sure I’m on the right track though so I’m gonna take the week off to kinda go over everything I’ve made so far and reread my script, maybe catch up on some Zim episodes because hehehehehe its coming sooooooooooon.

But really I just want to thank everyone who’s been reading and sharing their thoughts on it. Like, it really means a lot, this comic is kind of my weird love letter to the fandom, for everything it’s helped me get through. So, I hope its kept in mind that I know lines can easily be crossed with the subjects im going to be sharing with this story, but absolutely none if it comes with the intention of wronging others or glorifying what shouldn’t be. It’s more like, stress relief, for people who can’t find it in their everyday lives, and want to escape to a place where it’s okay to let loose. If that makes sense.

Anyways, time to go, expect a lot of sketches this coming week, I might have to figure something out with the blog formatting cause idk, it’s already pretty cluttered. But I like to think that’s just part of the experience of it all lmao. I hope y’all have a wonderful night. Stay safe and don’t let them get you.

[101flavoursofweird]

Descole and Empathy

I love the final cutscene of Miracle Mask.

Des, standing next to Raymond, looks down at the Infinite Vault of Akbadain. Basking in his victory, Descole states that he has sacrificed everything for this moment… only for Targent to roll in, surround the vault, and for Bronev to lay claim to the site.

Raymond asks Des if they should go quietly (Escape or surrender?), but Des— enraged— shouts that he won’t let Targent steal that which he has earned…

Excuse me, Des? But… who exactly was the first person to reach the final chamber of Akbadain? It wasn’t YOU, that’s for sure. Des hasn’t ‘earned’ the Infinite Vault anymore than Targent has.

If I remember rightly, Randall and Hershel made it down there… only for Randall to fall, leaving Hershel to solve the final puzzle, and for Henry to remove the treasure years later.

I’m not saying Des, in general, hasn’t sacrificed and lost things during his struggles against Targent and the Azran. 

But he speaks as if he, alone, has suffered and sacrificed everything for the Azran.

You’d think he’d have some sympathy for Randall, in that case. He knows Randall risked his life so the final puzzle of Akbadain could get solved and Hershel could unlock the treasure.

During their bonus episode in the hotel room, Des claims to empathise with Randall after everything he’s lost. Randall asks why Des would go so far just to help him. (You’d think Randall would be a littlemore wary about the masked stranger he’s just met, but Randall’s recovering from amnesia and just recently remembered his entire life’s story, so sure…)

According to Descole, he was moved by the tale of the young Ascot heir who lost his life adventuring, his heartbroken parents who whittled away their fortune trying to find him, and the butler who took advantage of this family tragedy. Maybe Des sees some of his younger self in Randall. (As a child he lost his family and as a parent he lost his daughter, and he feels betrayed by his birth father and maybe his brother…)

Des claims he was compelled to act on his conscience when he discovered Randall was, in fact, alive. He swore to help Randall take his revenge…

(A need for revenge is something I’m sure Des knows all too well, after Targent and the Azran took his family away. If Des can reach the Vault of Akbadain before Targent, he’ll be one stop closer to achieving that revenge.)

One moment later, after Randall has presumably left the room, Des starts snickering about how gullibleRandall is and how he wants the Mask of Order for himself. He hopes the ‘desperate fool’ Randall will draw the police away from him… and Randall will act as his mask while he completes his plans. 

Maybe Des feels some empathy for Randall, deep down, but that didn’t stop him from laughing at Randall’s misfortune, or from using him as another pawn in his schemes. He might have felt empathy for the Barde kids, as he was orphaned too. He might have felt empathy for Clark, as his family’s lives were threatened. He might have felt empathy for Oswald Whistler, as a grieving parent… But Descole ignores this empathy because he sees them all as pawns instead of people he’s hurt.

…Kind of like how Targent waited for Descole to unlock the Vault, before sweeping in to steal it. Just like how, during Azran Legacy, Bronev is happy to sit back and let the Bostonius crew collect the Azran eggs and assemble the keystone. Yes, Bronev sent his *top* henchmen Rook and Bishop after the Bostonius crew, but… Rook and Bishop (unsurprisingly) failed.

I think the end of Miracle Mask was a wake up call for Descole. After he got decked by Bronev, pinned down by agents, and almost unmasked… Des had an, “Oh shit!” moment.

He needed Raymond to run in and rescue him. If Des had just gone quietly— if he had just listened to Raymond— this wouldn’t have happened.

Despite all of his scheming and manipulating and using others for his own gain, Descole hasn’t kept one single Azran site. In AL, Desmond mentions that Targent have taken control of the Golden Garden, Ambrosia, and Akbadain.

When Des acts like Targent… like Bronev… it gets him nothing. Using others are tools, as keys, as pawns… never works for him. Layton always unmasks and in the end, Des always leaves empty-handed.

Loosha was the one to reveal the Golden Garden. On the island of Ambrosia, Layton figured out the third key, played the song correctly and raised the ruins of the lost kingdom. Des (disguised as Angela) could only unlock Akbadain with Layton’s help.

Then, when Des removed his disguise and ran off to take Akbadain for himself, Targent took it from him by force.

Maybe, after escaping from Targent at Akbadain, Raymond has a word with Descole. Maybe Des realises that he can’t unlock the Azran Legacy or defeat Targent alone…

So, Des writes to Layton for help… under the guise of Desmond Sycamore (his former self). By working with Layton, as a team, maybe he can finally beat Targent to the Azran legacy…

This works out quite well for Desmond for a time; with Team Layton, he manages to free Aurora, evade Targent and collect the Azran eggs. Maybe Des even grows fond of them… 

But then, after their confrontation with Bronev in the Nest, as soon as the keystone has been assembled, Des decides to betray Layton and Co. Maybe this is a panicked reaction— that was too close for comfort with Bronev threatening Layton’s parents and Des needs to get away now, before Targent threatens anyone else, before Des gets too attached—

Whatever the case, Des swipes the completed Azran key, has a sword fight with Layton, and flies off to the Azran sanctuary… only for Bronev to be waiting there, again. It’s like Bronev knew Des would end up betraying his friends.

Des tried to play Bronev’s game of manipulation and he lost, again.

I can almost imagine Raymond’s flat expression as he flies away with Descole: “Well, what else did you expect, Master? Whenever you deceive someone, it always leads to the same outcome. I did warn you…”

[theallianceofcelestials]

How would the SEA family react to the Witching Hour gang?

Ah, Withcing Hours my beloved. I have plans for that AU

Imma just put another read more thingy down and go down by SEA character list

Eclipse

So WH Eclipse is the one eclipse I wrote who pays the most attention to his looks, getting clothes made entirely for him (as is era-wise correct), and even using makeup, and he's not impressed by SEA Eclipse's clothing choices. They're also both weirded out by the other's position in their family. Like what do you mean there's a witch version of him who's adopted Lunar and Bloodmoon and they call him mom? Unbeliavable. After a while WH Eclipse would take this 'kid' under his wings, trying to teach him about stuff. They'd eventually settle into gossipping with each other, and become the mean girls they were both meant to be. Only soft to their family.

WH Bloodmoon would act bashfully around him, trying to earn his approval, basically treating him like a second mom. He doesn't know how to handle that. He's not sure he feels comfortable being referred to as a parent, let alone as a mom. Especially when he has a brotherly relationship with his Bloodmoon. Ultimately they get into an uncle-nephews relationship, where he half-mentors the kids under the guidance and blessing of their mom. He lets them get away with some mischief so long as they don't try using blood magic in his room.

WH Lunar would also have the same problem, although more accidental than anything. They too would develop a nephew-uncle relationship, though WH Lunar would be weirded out by the fact this Eclipse is not a witch, and he has a Lunar who looks different from him and is his brother. Like his own mom being a witch is such a deep part of who he is he just kinda can't see it being differently. SEA Eclipse being a magicless individual is just weird. Eclipse is just kind of staring at this random kid sometimes dropping the most terrifying shit ever without even noticing. Like the fuck you mean they were living on the streets for years starving? His daycare attendant programming would murder him.

Killcode

WH Eclipse and him have a rocky start of, seeing as WN Eclipse hasn't seen his own father in a while. It's a bit full of crying, which would freak Killcode out a bit, but they ultimately would develop a friendly, if awkward relationship. They'd absolutely fight each other over the kitchen tho. It'd be the magical equivalent of a fistfight. Like that's both of their domain, and they won't give it up just because some random fucker decided that sharing is against their personal code.

WH Bloodmoon would be in awe of an actual Killcode they can see. They'd want to know everything about this one, and would be disappointed once their mother tells them this isn't like his father. After that they'd be sulking until Killcode offered them some sort of snack, and then all bet's are off. Killcode would become a playground sclimbing structure.

WH Lunar would be terrified. He'd try to be brave, try to act normally, but he'd ultimately just squeak and clam up. Killcode somewhat finds this amusing. An offered nutella pastry puts them on the right path though

Solar Flare

Now this is where things get a bit weird for Solar Flare, because this Eclipse reacts with fluster to it. WH Eclipse has never met his world's Solar Flare before, and he doesn't see it as family. He finds it more charming, but he doesn't do anything with that opinion. He just kinda becomes excited to meet his world's own, curious about the relationship they may develop, whether that be familial, friendly, or something entirely else. Solar Flare is just convinced the family should go shopping so Eclipse can get some dresses too, because it wants to draw its brother in them and WH Eclipse seems so comfortable in them it's kinda convinced that might just be an Eclipse thing. They'd end up becoming fast friends who hold book clubs in the end.

WN Bloodmoon would be weirded out by them, and they would be eternally amused. It'd be declared as a challenge the twins need to overcome, so he'd help them train their physical abilities. They'd have a friendly relationship, especially because WH Bloodmoon is a bit more mature at this age than its brother was.

WH Lunar and it would not know how to interact, and they wouldn't go past awkwardness. They'd both try and fail to get along, until they just both decide it isn't for them. Still, Solar Flare feels like it has failed somehow.

Bloodmoon

WH Eclipse would try to parent them, and they'd hate it. It'd ultimately, and miserably, fail. Their relationship would be fixed only when Eclipse eases up finally, and they can start developing a friendship on more traditionally equal terms. After that they'd like to hang out in the woods together, both enjoying nature.

Just like with WN Bloodmoon, they'd take WH Bloodmoon under their wings. They'd show them how to loosen up a bit more and impart their wisdom a bit more easily. So instead of a more prankster duo, they'd become more of a mentor-mentoree pair. It works out for them both.

WH Lunar would think seeing an adult version of his brother is the coolest thing, and Bloodmoon would take that as a compliment. They'd try drawing this kid out of his shell too, bringing him to hang out in the forest and teaching him Scrabble, because he is a bit more receptive than their own Lunar.

Lunar

Seeing a witch Eclipse would be cool at first, and then comes the awkwardness of the different relationships with their own dimension's versions. WH Eclipse would try parenting and Lunar would awkwardly accept it. They're uncomfortable around each other until Lunar snaps and just decides he's going to play a horror game with this fuck and scare him to death. It backfires, because instead of getting scared, he gets offended at the incorrect depiction of certain mythological creatures. He'd end up ranting about how no, wendigos don't have antlers, and whoever thought of that was stupid and dumb. He'd be especially offended over the HP franchise once Lunar stops laughing enough to show him it. Needless to say, Lunar's going to have fun with this guy

WH Bloodmoon is just a bit more boring version of the brothers he remembers from childhood, or maybe a bit more reserved is the right word. They'd get along like a house on fire, with Bloodmoon feeling happy to see there's another version of their brother out there who's happy and healthy.

WH Lunar takes one look at SEA Lunar and decides he likes what he sees. They'd constantly get into trouble together, and SEA Lunar would take this kid under his wing too. A little mischief never hurt anyone after all

Sun

WH Eclipse would have no idea how to react to this guy, and Sun would just think he has style. They'd ultimately end up becoming buddies, and gush about their pets to the other. They'd have little pet dates too, where Star, Tux and Midnight are just left to play together while they gossip. WH Eclipse also gives great advice with how to run your own household, and Sun helps him learn to knit

WH Bloodmoon would remind him of his nephews, so he'd obviously take on his usual uncle role. They accept him, pestering him with questions about his own model, because surely there're some similarities between their mom and Sun if they look so similar? So Sun would share all the dirty secrets about how to scratch at the rays so their mom can relax more easily.

WH Lunar would be a bit more wary, but ultimately decide he's cool. He likes the cats, and he likes the treats Sun can make and he likes playing games with him too. Though not against him. He's kind of terrifying when he gets going.

Moon

WH Eclipse and him would have a frenemies relationship, where they tease and bully each other, but are ultimately friends. They don't have quite as much is common, what with WH not being in the same era as them and thus lacking in electronics, but they make it work. Magic and science are two sides of the same coing after all. So they'd just be a science-magic nerd club, where they invite SEA Eclipse and Killcode too. Club meetings are on every friday afternoon :) Moon also thinks WH Eclipse makes killer pies too

WH Bloodmoon are much more pleasant for him than his own nephews were as kids, even if he feels shitty thinking about that. Like he loves his nephews, but they were a lot as kids. These ones are a bit more mature though, and quieter. Traits that make Moon feel more at ease around them. He'd also act more uncle-ey, which WH Bloodoon would accept too. They wouldn't be too close though

WH Lunar is another second nephew in the coming, one he feels a bit better with too. Yet again, he loves his nephews but they were a pain as kids. He prefers them as adults. He's not fooled by the puppy eyes anymore though, having experienced them way too much with his nephew.

[spideyanakin]

Spidey it's like you WANT me to collapse to the floor and just sob this isn't okay stop hurting love of my life sirius

it's the tragic beauty anon again I am giving myself a flower because I know I will be back

(seriously though you've got me obsessed w this series it's so good)

❀

omg hihi im so sorry 🤭 (idk if i am actually)

Im so glad you like it! I have so much planned for these two, so I’m happy you’ll stick around for it 🙈🙈 I’ll give you some hurt/comfort to attempt and mend your heart!! ft. dobby

summary - malfoy + slytherin! reader, you heal sirius after a fight with his father, ft. dobby and regulus

warnings - mention of child abuse, regulus helping dobby (I thought it was cute), mention of blood

all I think about now - masterlist

His father has done it again. It had all gone too fast to comprehend. One second Sirius had replied to him, some dumb thing when you thought about it. A mention of dumbledore’s new achievement with the ministry of magic, and suddenly it had Orion Black shouting insults at his eldest son.

Sirius didn’t even mean to reply, but his father had forced an opinion out of him, and suddenly the two of them were arguing over the delicate china plates and crystal glass.

You had to watch, hand firmly resting on your silver fork as Walburga attempted to calm her husband down, ultimately sending fiery words towards her son as if he had been the actual cause of it all.

The mashed potatoes, vegetables and roasted boar your elves had prepared over the watchful eye of your gouvernante and your mother were long forgotten, but you now feared that they would suddenly remember diner and start throwing it at each other.

Great.

It had only been a few hours since the Black’s had been arrived at the Malfoy manor for their yearly stay, and like every year as you attempted to have a welcome diner, the Blacks proved once again they couldn’t stand being in the same room as each other.

Like every year it took Walburga a decent amount of time and strength to get the two of them out of the dining room and out of the way. Like every year your brother mumbled something about Sirius not being good enough for you before retreating with your father to his study, and like every year you sat in the kids drawing room with Regulus (which you begged your mother to redecorate but she refused too, as soon enough ‘you and Lucius will have kids of your own’.). Naturally you were still kids to them, so into the kids drawing room you were trapped until further notice.

The two of you would play wizards chess, until eventually Sirius would join you. He’d melt into your side, and you’d kiss his forehead as he muttered a tired and worn out "who won".

"Regulus."

It was always Regulus.

But this year, things hadn’t happened like usual.

You saw the flash of colors before you heard the screams.

You and Regulus shot up from your seats, and ran out of the room. You followed the sounds, Walburga shouting something before her and her husband disappeared into another corridor.

Only when you reached the entry hall did you see him. Sirius, desperately clutching to his arm, wincing in pain as he was hunched over a chair, Dobby by his side, jumping and squealing incomprehensible words at the sight of you.

"Dobby only wanted to cross to the kitchens miss! Dobby didn’t mean to intrude!"

You watched, confusion written all over your face as you tried to make sense of his words.

And that’s when you realised, Dobby was clutching his arm too; he had been hurt.

"Please, please don’t tell the master," he pleaded as he walked over to you, clutching at your skirt.

"It’s fine, I won’t tell father," your voice was gentle as you snapped out of your daze. "Regulus will take care of your hand," you eyed the boy at your side who looked at you with wide eyes before scurrying off with the young house elf.

"My love," you approached Sirius with careful steps, crouching down to his level and gently placing your hands on his knees. "Let me take care of you."

Sirius wiped his tears away as he tried to straighten his back to meet your gaze.

And that’s when you saw it; the blood trickling down his cheek.

"I don’t what spell he used- he-"

"Shh, it is alright darling," you moved a strand of loose hair away from his forehead. "Can you walk?" He nodded as an answer. "Let’s go upstairs."

So Sirius trailed behind you, your hand tightly holding his as you walked him through the dark corridors of the manor. He was glad you knew this place like the back of your hand, purposefully avoiding the places you knew you would cross yours or his family.

You closed your toilet seat and sat him there, before scavenging for things in your bathroom cabinets.

Bandages, desinfectant potions, anything that could help the bleeding boy in front of you.

"Salazar, I wish we could use magic in these circumstances."

"You could do anything and get away with it, dove. The minister of magic and Dumbledore love you."

"That’s a lie." You rolled your eyes before continuing your scavenging.

A few frustrated huffs later, you finally reached for him with a warm towel.

"This might sting."

"Ow."

"I told you it would sting."

"Like the singer?"

"Pardon?"

"He’s a famous muggle, you wouldn’t know him." You blinked in confusion, watching as Sirius’s grin took his entire face.

"You are really an enigma sometimes, Black."

"You love me for it, my future wife," he squeezed the small of your back where his hand had been resting.

"Surprisingly, I do. Future husband."

You missed the smile on Sirius’s face as you looked at his wound—visibly wincing. It was lodged right between the arcade of his brow and his temple. A little closer and it would have hit his eye-blinding him and leaving a nasty scar.

"That bad?"

"Nothing I cannot fix." You smiled at him, kissing the crown of his head before continuing to clean it and readying the bandages. "How is your shoulder?"

"Thought he dislocated it, feels better now," he hummed as he patted it.

"Do you remember the spell he used?"

"No," he shook his head, biting his lip at the memory. "Felt nasty though… dark. Sounded weird too, like some weird muggle medication or something."

"Muggle medication?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Muggle remedy, like potions for us. They call them with Latin names like spells. They are some really funky ones."

"Right." You chuckled at the sheepish look on his face. "And where did you learn that?"

"James."

"Sirius, James is a pure blood."

He looked at you like a child caught with his hand in the candy jar.

"We sneaked into a muggle university two weeks ago."

"What?" Your eyes went wide. "Sirius-"

"He wanted to know what science was! Lily mentioned it before we left for the summer break. And plus he’s taking muggle studies next year."

"And you followed him?"

"Yes."

You didn’t really know what to reply. You didn’t know if you should be mad, or curious about his finds in the muggle world. The part of you that grew up taught to hate muggles and non pure bloods wanted to scold him, but another part of you genuinely admired the courage Sirius had to defy the world you were born into.

He didn’t care for pure blood manners. He didn’t care to be proper. He didn’t mind muggle borns when you still struggled even speaking to some.

You had made efforts with Lily, and he seemed to be proud of you for it.

But the mere thought of walking through a muggle riddled street made your entire body shiver with something you weren’t familiar with. You didn’t know why. It wasn’t something that came as easy to you as it did to Sirius. It didn’t mean you were totally against the thought of speaking to muggles, but the mere thought of voicing it made fear prickle at your stomach, and the images of Sirius being mistreated, scold, bullied and hurt by his parents flashed before your eyes.

You were terrified of your brother enough as it was, you didn’t need to give him a reason to be mean to you.

A faint knock broke the turmoil of your mind, you turned around to see a familiar set of eyes and the tip of one of his big ears poking out the door.

"You can come in Dobby," you smiled as you watch him wobble through the doorway.

"Dobby wanted to thank Miss," he proudly showed you the bandage around his wrist. "Master Regulus was very kind." He nodded. "Dobby wondered if you needed anything."

"We are good Dobby, thank you."

But the elf shook his head. "Dobby needs to thank Miss, Dobby wants to thank Miss."

You looked at Sirius’s wounds before looking back to the house elf.

"Well, I am not allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts, and i know you have been taught healing spells as of recently." You bit your lips and Sirius’s lips curled into a smile as he read your mind. "I am sure Mr. Black would be pleased if he did not have to walk around with those ghastly cuts on his face and horrible ache in his shoulder"

Dobby’s eyes seemed to light up as if you had personally given him the holy grail. He bounced closer to Sirius, nodding to you with the biggest smile as he flicked his fingers towards Sirius.

In a flash of warmth and sparks, the bandages you had so carefully placed upon him disappeared, and the cuts were closing by themselves. The only trace left of the night being the faintest scar across his temple.

"Speak of this to no one alright?"

"Promise miss!" And with a flick of his fingers, the elf was gone.

"Well, look at you, all healed and handsome," you grinned as you brought your lips to his.

"I like him. When your parents kick the bucket do you get to inherit Dobby?" Sirius grabbed your hand, guiding you to sit on his lap, peppering your neck with kisses once you did.

"Unfortunately no…" you sighed, relishing in the feeling of his lips on you. "Lucius is heir to… um.. well most things here." You frowned upon the realisation, Sirius stopped to look at you, by the look in his eyes he could tell you had never really given it a proper thought.

You’d never thought of what would happen once you graduated. Once you were officially Mrs. Black and your time at the Malfoy Manor would become a distant memory. He watched you realise that everything you thought you owned was a mere illusion.

"Well, if it’s any reassurance we get to inherit Kreature?" Sirius winced as he mentioned his grumpy house elf who was never really fond of him, and you chuckled at the look on his face. "If that old twat is still alive by the time my parents finally decide to do us all a favour and die, or frankly scratch that, if im still alive by the time we graduate."

"Sirius!"

"What?" He chuckled at the appalled look on your face. "At this rate it will be a miracle I’m alive for our wedding, and don’t you dare say you haven’t thought about using an unforgivable on my father!"

You didn’t reply to his accusation. You’d never dare to voice such a horrible thought the way Sirius did, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t right.

He took the smile you were trying to bite down as an answer and pecked your lips in recognition.

"I’ll always be here to save you, Siri."

"Promis?"

"Promis."

[mid-night-twist-99]

I'm not proud of this drawing, but it is my very first time drawing transformers, so I'm gonna try and practice drawing them more. but i want to talk about the transformers one movie.

so I'm kinda, sort of, new to the transformers fandom. I have seen the Bayverse transformers movies when I was younger and it was my first transformers experience. The only transformers I recognized was Optimus prime, bumblebee and megatron. The action was good, watching Optimus go crazy was always fun to watch and I loved the sound they make whenever they transform. And that pretty much all I liked and remembered, Pretty sure I zoned out half the time. The dino-bots were cool too. So the Bayverse transformers were good, but it never impacted me enough to learn about the lore of transformers. That was until Transformers one came out.

I remember seeing the trailers of TF one on YouTube but didn't think nothing of it, even forgot about it til my mom said she was going to take my little brother to go see it. I didn't go. But a day or two later I've been hearing how great the movie is and how it's the Transformers movie fans been waiting for. And after getting around to see the movie myself, the trailers did not do this movie justice. (also another thing people were saying)

I love the world building in cybertron and the relationship between Orion and D-16 and seeing how they became Megatron and Optimus prime, from brothers to enemies. (i'm definitely a Megop shipper now.). I like how talkative bumblebee is in the movie, makes me scared for him knowing what happens to his voice box. I love/hate Sentinel prime. Love his design and he was a good villain, but I hate him for what he did.

I loved the movie so much that it impacted me to learn a bit more about transformers. like some other characters i didn't recognized or know about in the Bayverse movies like jazz, prowl, elita-1, ratchet, how the war between the Autobot and the Decepticons went on for million of years, long before humans came around. I learned about the shattered glass universe and recently caught up with the Transformers skybound comic book. I also heard about Transformers prime tv show and how good it is. saw some clips on Instagram and i do plan to watch the show for myself, just need to now where.

And i do like the fandom and the fanart I've been seeing.

and... other things...

So, to rap this all up, I think TF one is a amazing movie and its good for both old and new Transformers fans and for those who don't know much about transformers or the lore but want to get into it like me. And I know hasbro have given up on transformers, which made me upset, but I do hope there will be a sequel and that it will become the next transformers trilogy or something.

That's all i have to say.

[idontevenremember5minutesago]

1. 2003 and Rise.

2003 was the first time I experienced tmnt as it own thing and not just something my older sisters and cousins liked. As such 2003 Mikey holds a special place in my heart because he was the turtle I latched onto. I remember even as a kid wishing that they let him be angsty( a preluded to my angst loving side.) Him beating Raph in the BN simply by annoying him is a core memory for me.

Rise Mikey is literally every side of Mikey I’ve ever wanted to see given the spotlight . His artistic side, his adhd side, his silly side,his emphatic side, his role as the glue that holds the family together, his cook side, the side that wants to prove himself, the side that wants to befriend and accept everyone, and his hidden potential.

2. Not as much as I’d like. Just some comics.

3. 2012. I wish the fact that he has untreated adhd was handled better. I had untreated mental illnesses until I was an adult and that shit messes with you as a kid. We see it’s a huge deal and even given blatant examples how it affects him. What’s the point of putting in all those hints AND having April’s dad be a whole psychologist but never actually addressing it? Plus I wish he wasn’t so disregarded by his brothers at times. Like I’m the youngest, I have older siblings, I know how it is but like listen to him at least sometimes guys.

4. I like to think he gets headaches and migraines. No special reason. I get them so he must too.

5. He’s more than the fun, happy turtle. I think one of the reasons I clicked with him is because i know there’s so much more beneath the surface. No offense to the other turtles( who I also love) but they’re kinda easy to figure out. Mikey has layers upon layers that lie beneath that happy smile. So it hurts when people typecast him as ‘the fun one’ or ‘the unserious one’ or even worse ‘the dumb one’.

6. Best Laid Plans(To rest). 12!Mikey commits suicide but his brothers come back in time to save him. Absolutely heartwrenching. I have read it 5 times and I cry every time. It does such a good job of addressing a lot of issues I had with how Miney is treated. AND it does this without once demonizing his brothers. A+ read.

I get knocked down (but I get up again) Mikey keeps dying. This…..affects him a bit. Another amazing showcase of Mikey’s mind.

7. I’m an absolute sucker for any and all Leo and Mikey interactions. I love how Mikey looks up to Leo and in turn how Leo looks out for Mikey and is usually the one who tries to adapt to Mikey’s pace. 2012 is my favorite showcase of their bond.

8. 12!Mikey and Leatherhead AND Rise! Mikey and Draxum. Both instances show that kind, caring,empathetic side of Mikey who tries to understand and help those who others have deemed as not worth the effort.

9. Having one and drawing one are two very different things.

10. Savage Mikey. I like to think it was his way of coping with being alone in Dimension X. And Dr. Delicate Touch because he feels nothing.

11. It may have clashed with his headband but he still rocked it.

12. Mikey is a K-pop Stan and I’m tired of pretending that he’s not. He knows all the dances to Everything.

13. The effects that masking has on him. When it comes to family dynamics Mikey is literally ‘The Mascot’. He knows his place as the tension breaker and goes out of his way to keep that persona up. But keeping up that mask and always acting as the jokester has to weigh heavily on his psyche and we don’t talk about that enough.

mikey ask game!!

1. which mikey is your favorite version?

2. do you have any mikey merch?

3. is there an iteration you think could have handled him better? what would you have changed?

4. what headcanons do you have?

5. something the fandom gets wrong about him that only you truly get /lh

6. do you have any mikey-centric fic recommendations? (including any your wrote!)

7. what’s your favorite dynamic of him and his brothers? what makes it your favorite?

8. what’s your favorite dynamic of him and any other character? what makes it your favorite?

9. do you have your own design/version of mikey? show ‘em off!

10. favorite alter ego of mikey’s? (turtle titan, turflytle, dr delicate touch, etc)

11. favorite outfits of his?

12. what kind of music do you think mikey would listen to?

13. what’s something about mikey that nobody seems to talk about that should be talked about more?

[crimson-camellia]

🐝 Time Off

Some Bumbleby fluff I drew 🖤💛

[lotus-pear]

i love you royal trio (minus akechi)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory, Abby and Cassie are the new FNAF trio