#but i was too tired for drawing like at all

[captain-astors]

Finished up my attempt at Deuce within @where-does-the-heart-lie's fighting game AU! Feeling a little iffy about it but I might've just been staring at this for too damn long. Anyways thoughts, symbolism explanation, and sketches I made in the attempt bellow the cut.

Okay! So in general I worked with a rule of 2's when it came to Deuce's hearts with the exception of his camera, but that's supposed to pair with the pen with the little heart cap, I just didn't remember to keep that in my final drawings somewhere. Trying to strike a balance between "Just a guy" and "fun stylized outfit" was hard and I don't think I quite got it, but it was enjoyable nonetheless!

Heart glasses- Representative of how he loves observing the world and aspires to adventure through it. The cracked lens represents how the damage he's received from people he loved has caused him to look at others cynically at times. Meanwhile the unshattered lens sort of represents his tendency to look at those who earn his love with extreme levels of internal praise, half of Ace's first novel is just him waxing poetic about how lovely Ace is and I think that's hilarious.

Hearts on the gloves- He shows his love for the world and for people through the writing he does with his hands! But they're somewhat damaged because they've been utilized for the medicinal legacy that was forced upon him.

Heart on the camera/pen- A specific love for journalism and writing and telling a story, credits to Whery for the first one.

Spade on the shirt- Not technically a heart but it's a little play on how he keeps the Spades close to his heart/tends to be kind of pokey if you try to get close.

Spade/heart on the back of the shirt- Symbolic of the whole life-devoting love within him, so it's large, but it's kept guarded and tethered by the camera strap and can only be seen beneath a layer and if he trusts you enough to turn his back. It's mostly upside-down to look more like a heart if I'm honest, but that as well as that it's on his back and so guarded is all representative of how the family that he presumably once loved shamed and pressured him, making a sort of "weight on his back". It's spade shaped because that's who his devotion and love belongs to, but also when counted with the other one, Deuce!

One of my scrapped ideas was having the coat be a doctor's coat with the only hearts on it being scorched edges because something something fire set him free but he still uses his medicinal abilities to benefit people in his new life, but I couldn't get it to look right so I went with the summery looking thing he's wearing now. It's fine but it kind of lacks a personality, I think that's the main thing I'd try to revise if I redid this but I've already overthought it to hell so. Another day.

Ace in Dr. Robotnik's outfit from the sonic movie is there for facial reference and emotional support I guess, I made that a while ago.

And in one last vaguely related tangent, yours truly has a very distinctly heart-shaped birthmark on my foot. It symbolizes that I'm tired. (Jokes aside I think it's cool, afab actually stood for Assigned Fighting game character At Birth)

[scoutofmymind]

AHHHhhhhGg!!!! We need more sweetie pie fratty Lu!! beg for a pt 2 🛐

I’ve Got You — { Luigi x Reader }

Content: NSFW — MDNI kissing, dry-humping, fingering, fluffy, handjobs, LuigiTalksYouThroughIt, he finishes a little Too Soon ™️, quickie

W.c: 2,586

Notes; Luigi reveals he was a psych major before venturing into the world of CS. He helps you through what seems to be yet another crisis, in more ways than one.

This is a Pt 2 of the Divine Timing Bullshit drabble.

"Well, I was a psychology major for a minute." Luigi's voice carries a hint of amusement as he settles cross-legged on his bed. The room surprises you — a private dorm that speaks of his family's wealth, yet the space feels lived-in, humble.

Lamps with amber edison bulbs cast a warm glow over textbooks stacked beside engineering manuals.

"And so that makes you my therapist?" The words come out more bitter than intended, hanging in the air between you. You hadn't planned this visit — just a casual 'wanna hang?' text at 3 PM that somehow led to you wearing tracks in his floor, your anxieties spilling out unchecked.

"Well, no, but I probably give better advice than Liz, or Scarlett, or Johanna." His voice stays steady, eyes tracking your movement with quiet attention. The way he lists your friends' names shows he's been listening all semester, filing away the details of your life. "Not licensed, but if it makes you feel better, you—"

"Never mind." You drag your sweater sleeves across your eyes, the soft fabric catching on your damp lashes. Your chest feels tight with that particular brand of exhaustion unique to college students — equal parts caffeine jitters and existential dread. "I'm just — I'm so tired of feeling like I have no purpose, you know? Just this thing floating around, ma-"

"Come here." His voice cuts through your spiral, soft but unmistakably firm. He pats the space in front of him, the gesture both invitation and anchor. When you hesitate, hovering between flight and surrender, his lips curve into a gentle smile. "Present moment exercise."

Reluctantly, you migrate to the space before him, mirroring Luigi's posture like a hesitant reflection ��� crossed legs, straightened spine. The mattress dips beneath your weight, creating a subtle gravity that draws you both incrementally closer. "What's the exercise?"

"Close your eyes." His voice carries that gentle authority that seems to bypass your usual defenses, making compliance feel less like surrender and more like trust. "What do you feel right now? Not think — feel."

You hum softly, hands resting in your lap as the world shifts from visual to visceral. The darkness behind your eyelids makes every sensation sharper, more immediate.

"Your knee touching mine," you start, clinging to this exercise like a Hail Mary thrown into the depths of your winter despair. "Uh- the texture of your comforter" - soft, worn cotton that speaks of countless nights studying - "the candle you lit..."

"Good." The word comes with the warm press of his hands finding yours, and your breath catches slightly. His skin feels sun-warmed against your winter-chilled palms, his thumbs painting invisible patterns that seem to speak directly to your nervous system. "What else?"

"Your hands," you murmur, the words falling soft and honest in the space between you.

You let yourself sink deeper into the sensation — not just the mechanical fact of his thumbs against your palms, but the way his touch seems to radiate warmth up your arms, how each deliberate stroke feels like morse code tapping out a message: breathe, settle, stay. "Uh — little sparks."

"Mm, that's good." Luigi's voice has mellowed to warm honey, no longer needing to rise above your anxious litany of deadlines and mounting student loans. "What else?" His fingertips whisper along your forearms where your sweater sleeves have retreated to your elbows, each touch deliberate and grounding.

"Water." The word emerges soft as you lose yourself in the patterns he traces, his fingers creating phantom ripples across your skin.

Memories surface with each touch — the shock of cold spring water on sunburnt skin, the gentle rock of a weathered pontoon boat, the way summer light dances on the farm's pond. A smile tugs at your lips, unbidden and genuine. "Reminds me of home."

Though your eyes remain closed, you can feel Luigi's answering smile in the air between you, sense the careful attention he pays to each micro-expression that crosses your face, every subtle response to his touch. "Yeah? Take me there," he whispers, his fingertips discovering new paths now, mapping the delicate architecture of your wrist bones. "What do we see?"

In your mind's eye, reality softens at the edges, then transforms completely.

The suffocating weight of impending papers dissolves, the tyranny of five-thirty alarms fades to nothing, and the guilt of rushed mornings and forgotten breakfasts melts away like frost in sunshine.

Instead, memory blooms bright and clear as summer.

"There's uh — it smells like hay," you murmur, the sandalwood candle's warmth fading as memory takes over. Your voice grows stronger with each detail. "There's Rosie, our herd dog. And the birds are chirping in the trees." Luigi's fingers trace their way back up your forearm, slower this time, as if drawing out each remembered sensation. "The sun." You can almost feel its warmth on your skin, that particular kind of heat that's been absent since fall break left you stranded in winter's gray embrace.

"That's beautiful," Luigi breathes, his words carrying an undercurrent of something deeper, something that makes 'you're beautiful' hover unspoken in the air between you. "What do you feel now?” The question lands softly as he observes the transformation in you — shoulders that have finally surrendered their tension, lips curved in a gentle smile, hands that have shed their anxious chill for a living warmth.

"I feel comfort." The words come with a small nod, the first movement you've made since closing your eyes, since letting him guide you away from the chaos in your head. Your voice holds a certainty that wasn't there before. "I feel safe."

Luigi's touch anchors you back to the present moment, gentle but grounding. "Yeah? And we'll keep that feeling, hm?" His hands find their way to your thighs, the touch carrying no threat, no expectation – just steady warmth and presence. "Even when we're away from our safe place, we can find it still."

Something breaks open then — maybe it's the simple humanity of it all, how Luigi offered not just a listening ear but a path back from the edge where dropping out had started to look like your only escape.

Your chin trembles, and behind your closed eyelids, tears begin to gather. All you can manage is a soft "Mhmm," anything more threatening to unleash the emotion building in your chest.

"Ohh," Luigi's gentle tsk carries nothing but understanding as his thumb finds your jawline, the touch tender as a whisper. His soft coo acknowledges what he already knows — that this reaction is natural, expected even.

He'd been here himself once, tears falling during his first time with this very exercise.

When you open your eyes, a watery laugh escapes as you reach to brush away the tears tracking down your cheeks, but Luigi's already there, his thumbs gentle against your skin. "You did great," he beams at you, his smile radiant with a pride usually reserved for mountain summits or graduation stages. "Not so hard, is it?"

Your head tips forward into his touch as another laugh bubbles up, accompanied by fresh tears — a release valve finally opening on emotions bottled since semester's start. "What the fuck did you just do?"

Luigi's grin is soft as he catches each tear with careful thumbs, taking in your flushed cheeks, the way emotion thickens your voice. "I fuckin' popped that big ass dark cloud over your head." There's gentle knowing in his tone – the cloud will gather again, but now you have a way to part it, to find light.

Sniffles punctuate the quiet as you lean into his touch with a sigh, studying him with new eyes. The image of Frat Boy Luigi feels like a distant myth now; trying to picture him dominating a beer pong table seems as misplaced as a lion in a library. "Why did you switch to CS?" The question comes carefully as his hands migrate from your cheeks to your neck, thumbs finding pressure points behind your ears that he somehow knows to touch, pressing gentle circles that make your shoulders drop another fraction.

"You want the honest answer?"

Your nod is immediate.

"I was good at psychology — too good, honestly. Reading people, understanding their patterns, their defense mechanisms." His words come measured, thoughtful. "It began to feel... manipulative? Like I was collecting everyone's source code without any permission."

You raise an eyebrow, shooting him an inquisitive grin. "So, you fuck with actual source code now instead?"

"Exactly." Luigi nods, but something deeper flickers in his gaze. "With programming, everything is transparent. The computer does exactly what you tell it to do — there's no hidden agenda, no complex histories. If something breaks, you can fix it by looking at the code."

Understanding hums through you as your hands seek his, drawing them into your own, missing their warmth for reasons you can't quite name. "What happens when you start looking at people like code?"

The playfulness drains from his expression, his fingers going still against yours.

"That's actually why I switched." He straightens, fingers weaving gently through yours. "I started seeing everyone like programs running on faulty logic. Started thinking I could debug them, optimize their processes." His laugh carries a edge of self-reproach. "God, I sound like such an ass."

"No, keep going.”

"There was this girl in my Abnormal Psych class. She had anxiety, pretty severe. I thought I understood her patterns so well that I could help her rewrite them." His free hand rakes through his hair. "I ended up making it worse. Way worse. Because people aren't programs — you can't just identify the bug and patch it. Every 'bug' is part of who they are."

You study his face in the mixed glow of candlelight and distant desk lamp, catching shadows of old guilt in his expression.

"With code, there's always a right answer. A most efficient solution. But humans — fuck," he draws your hand to his cheek, releasing a soft sigh. "We're messy. Contradictory. Beautiful because of it, not in spite of it. The moment I started seeing people as systems to optimize was the moment I stopped seeing them as people."

You study him — the way he cradles your hand, his own need for contact as evident as yours. "Is that why you're so focused on being present? Not analyzing?"

His smile returns, gentler than before. "Yeah. Turns out the best way to understand someone isn't by debugging them." His lips trace down your wrist, following the same path his fingers had taken earlier, recreating that feeling of safety and home. "Being here. Feeling. Letting things be messy and imperfect and real."

You feel yourself melting further — transformed into something soft and vulnerable you never expected to become.

By all rights, you should be alone in your dorm right now, buried under your duvet until the hypnotic loop of slime videos lulled you to sleep.

Instead, here you are, receiving wisdom from someone you'd once dismissed as just another beer pong champion, your best friend's crush turned into something far more complex.

Fuck.

"And how's that working out for you?" A grin spreads across your face, warmth flooding your cheeks as your heart performs an impromptu butterfly migration. "Letting things be messy?"

He moves with purposeful grace, drawing you onto his lap, his back finding the carefully arranged pillows behind him. "Well," he murmurs, warm hands sliding beneath your sweater to grip your waist, carrying the same gentle certainty as before, "I haven't color-coded a single spread sheet this week, and somehow the world hasn't ended."

Your laugh comes out breathless as your arms find their way around his shoulders. He gazes up at you through half-lidded eyes, those stark black eyebrows relaxed like brushstrokes across his features, each detail seeming divinely crafted.

"You're different than what I expected." The confession slips out as his hands chart a careful course up your back, then down to trace the curve of your ass, maintaining their unhurried, gentle exploration.

"I won't ask." Luigi's grin carries the weight of familiar labels; valedictorian, hazer of newcomers, dean's list fixture, beer pong legend, app development champion, notorious panty dropper. "But, thanks anyway."

Your lips crash together with sudden urgency, your hips finding their home in the space between his crossed legs, your body molding against his like a missing puzzle piece. "It all worked out in the end," you murmur against his mouth, teeth grazing his bottom lip as your hips roll downward. "Wouldn't you say?"

Luigi nods slowly, lips brushing yours with each word. "I'll say whatever you want me to." His grin is a contradiction — shy yet heated, pure yet hungry — as crimson spreads across his cheeks and creeps over the bridge of his nose.

A moan escapes you, startling in its intensity, warmth flooding your cheeks.

His hips rise to meet yours, a deep groan rumbling through him as the hardness in his jeans presses against your inner thighs. “Is this the kind of messy you were talking about?” you breathe between heated, spit-slick kisses, your hips rocking with a deliberate, determined rhythm.

Luigi seems to be unraveling beneath you, his hands exploring every inch your oversized sweater allows, hiked up to your bellybutton. He watches intently as you grind against him, the obvious tent in his sweatpants twitching in response to the attention.

“The kind of messy that practically comes with a free therapy session before making you come in your sweatpants?” A smirk curls your lips, playful and devious, your gaze locked on Luigi, who looks as if he’s found heaven.

“Gonna make me come, are you?” His breath quickens, a familiar tingling sensation building deep within him.

“Only if I get to,” you reply, your words igniting a spark. His right hand slips down the front of your leggings, his palm replacing the stiffness of his groin, fingers teasing momentarily as they gather the arousal dampening your panties.

You tug the waistband of his sweatpants down below his hipbones, revealing his cock — proud yet desperate, glistening with pre-come. The whine that escapes him as you begin to stroke him speaks volumes of his growing need.

“Look at me,” Luigi begs, and your attention snaps back to him, too captivated by his size and the slickness on your knuckles to focus on anything else, wrist working in rhythmic timing over his length. “God, you’re fucking—” He’s cut off by a chorus of moans, hot and steady, as waves of arousal spill onto his abdomen.

Your hand instinctively moves to your mouth, tasting him—bitter at first, but sweet on the finish.

How perfect.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as his fingers work their magic inside you, curving just right to find that sweet spot that makes your eyes flutter and a wave of warmth wash over you. “You can do it,” he whispers, his free hand trailing gentle touches up and down your forearms, mirroring the soothing gestures he’d offered only thirty minutes prior to this. “I’ve got you.”

Your hands are still slick with his release, but it doesn’t matter. You lean forward, tangling your fingers in his hair, your lips crashing together in a desperate hunger punctuated by whimpers that signal your impending climax.

“Fuck,” you curse, your hips moving in rhythm with his fingers thrusting inside you, still gentle yet insistent. His palm presses against your clit, creating a friction that pushes you right to the edge.

His praises shower over you like a sweet melody. “That’s it, baby,” he coos, your head tilting back as you ride the wave of pleasure until you can’t anymore. “That’s my girl.”

[hatsbuckets]

At a Party - TF141 x Reader

Headcanons

Okay so I'm going to assume that we've all been at that party or get together where you just get overwhelmed and find yourself sipping on your drink of choice in a corner. Maybe you are content to stay in that corner and observe in silence and/or maybe you're actually freaking out unable to really move in fear of embarrassing yourself or talking to the wrong people.

Here's how I think the TF141 boys would respond (if you were already in an establish relationship):

Price: He would notice pretty quickly that you were off, even before you found your hiding spot. He would check in with you silently, small touches on your arms or on the small of your back, or short glances in the midst of conversations. When you do retreat from the gathering, finding a corner to observe from, he meets your eyes across the room. He excuses himself from whatever conversation he's currently apart of and makes his way to you. "You alright, Dove?" He would ask, putting his broad shoulders between you and the rest of the room.

If you said you were fine, he'd press his questions, making sure you didn't want to go home or anything like that. Even if you still affirmed you were fine, he'd leave just for a moment to say goodnight to your hosts, and you'd never be the reason for your leave, always the dog or time or some other excuse, even if it was early in the night. He'd escort you out all gentlemanly, opening the door with one hand and guiding you with his other hand.

Ghost: This man would have a party escape plan before you even arrived at the event. The second he sees you're pent up or uncomfortable, he'd be chasing away whatever other guest is speaking to you with a glare that could cut stone. He only leaves you for a moment to grab a drink with the other boys, and in this time, you ease your way to the corner. You're happy to observe quietly from there, glad that Simon is giving himself a night with a bit of fun.

When he sees you though, cornered and struggling to make small talk with whatever other guest is there, his focus is streamlined. He'd make his way over, the other guest immediately shying away before he takes your hand gently in his. "Ready to go?" You'd ask gently, and he'd confirm only by guiding you through the crowd, to the car, and into the vehicle. He'd kiss your knuckles as you sat in the passenger seat, his silently apology for leaving you for even a moment.

Gaz: You were both excited to go to the party when you were initially invited, but actually being at the party was a different story. Kyle gets along with people so well. He's calm and cool in ways that you don't exactly understand. Sure, you can hold your own, but it's exhausting. After your third introduction to a new person, Kyle was pulled to a different conversation.

The man you were talking with was nice of course, but even he got pulled away too. You drifted to the corner, nursing your drink. You watched Kyle maneuver through the people, his smile pleasing and his wit drawing laughs. He was a natural charmer. His eyes would catch yours from across the room and he'd smile the first time. Then on second glance he'd furrow his brows with a silent question. You'd shrug, raising your glass at him as if to say, "carry on." He'd pull himself out of one conversation to the next, until finally he yanked out of their hold to you. He'd sit next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He'd ask if you were okay or needed to leave. You'd tell him that you should be fine, but you were tired. He won't have to hear anymore. He'd start to lead the way to leave, but you'd get stopped by those noticing his exit. You'd go to blame yourself, but he'd interrupt, saying the nights still young and he's got such a lovely human with him. It'd make you blush just a bit, and it'd warm you how eager- and how proud- he was to be taking you home.

Soap: Johnny would the life of the party, you knew this going into it. You also knew that sometimes, the life of the party act was simply that: an act. He was Soap Mactavish and all the expectations of being the man who loved to party. And he does, for the most part. He's off flaunting with a group, drink in hand telling some wildly story. You hovered behind him mostly, listening with a smile, your hand in his.

When your grip would tighten ever so slightly around his fingers, his story would slow, and he'd turn his eyes to yours. He wasn't a mind reader, but he knew that look. He'd effortlessly draw the conversation with him as he moved you. You'd sit down and he'd sit right next to you, drawing all the attention and making conversation like it wasn't a problem. You liked to listen to him all happy and sharing and he'd squeeze your knee or glance at you every so often to check in. His conversations would get rowdier, his accent getting ever thicker as the night drew on. The next time you squeezed his hand; it'd be an hour or so later. He, having had his fun, would nod and smile, and quietly agree that this was going on far too long. He looked exhausted too, just waiting for a sign that he should get out of there. He'd make you laugh, helping you relax until you got out the door and headed home.

A/N Hi these thoughts have been eating at me since a Christmas party I was at so now you get them too. Also, it's my first time like idk writing something out like this, but I think it's pretty close to their characterization. Idk. anyway bye.

[areyoudreaminof]

Biscuits

Nyx didn’t have much of an idea of just how long he had been laying there. He wasn’t aware of anything. Not his limbs, or his wings. Not of the bed beneath him, or his room at the House of the Wind that he had escaped to. He certainly didn’t register his feelings. Nyx just lay there numbly, staring at the blank wall before him. The sun had begun to set and the last vestiges of light crawled back behind the heavy curtains that he had drawn shut. Perhaps he had slept, he couldn’t be too sure. He was so tired. The moods crept on him slowly the past several weeks. He was angry at first, lashing out at everyone about silly things, getting into stupid arguments with his father. Then the anger twisted into anxiety and sadness, suddenly. Panic balled itself up into sobs in his chest that threatened to release at any time, which they did when he was alone in his room. 

Tired of his mother asking him constantly what was wrong, Nyx found the sadness gone one day, like a soap bubble popping. Instead, a buzzing numbness had settled into his head and chest. Letters from his Day Court cousins sat unopened on his desk, he couldn’t seem to stomach their happiness and he had stopped writing all together.  He had slogged through the past several days in a blur, but today his father confronted him about his countenance. Nyx sat and stared blankly at the wall as his father lectured him. When it was over, he got up and flew to the House without a word. The afternoon sun was still high, and he dragged his body towards his room at the back of the house. If anyone knew he was there, they hadn’t disturbed him. 

The trim moulding along the ceiling didn’t move as Nyx stared at it. Somewhere, very far away, the door behind him creaked. Nyx squeezed his eyes shut, pretending to sleep so whoever it was would leave him alone. 

Something soft landed on the bed, while the smell of chocolate and the sounds of soft breathing crept towards him. The bedside lamp flicked on. Bracing himself, Nyx cracked one eye open. Ori, his four year old cousin, stood in front of him with a soggy chocolate-chip scone in her hand and a concerned look on her face. Her cat, Pudding crept down from his shoulder, his green eyes wide. 

“How did you know I was here?” Nyx mumbled. 

“House told me,” Ori climbed her way up onto the bed with one hand, crumbs scattering all over the duvet as she sat in front of him. “What’s wrong, Nyxie?” her voice was hushed. 

“Dunno, just sad I guess. House talks?” 

Ori nodded, “House said you went in your room. I got you somefing to eat ‘cause you missed dinner.” she held out the scone, misshapen and melted in her stubby fingers.

 Nyx wasn’t hungry, he hadn’t eaten much in days, but he ate the scone anyway. It made Ori happy. He reached over her, gulping down the water that the House had now provided. 

"Does anyone else know I'm here," Nyx asked.

"Mama knows, but Papa doesn't yet. Mama will tell him in a little bit. Why are you sad?” Ori asked, her owlish blue eyes were soft and riddled with concern he didn’t deserve, “Are you in trouble?” 

Nyx shook his head as he sunk lower into himself, curling his wings behind him and drawing up his knees. “I’m not sure,” he repeated, “it just came one day and hasn’t really gone away.” 

“Mama calls them down days, she says they come and you gotta be ready,” Ori nodded sagely, “lots of sleep and treats. And a baff, to get the sadness off." She checked off an invisible list, like a little winged librarian. 

Nyx gave a half hearted laugh which turned into a sputter of surprise as Pudding began to work and knead his paws into Nyx’s stomach. “What are you doing?” he mumbled, scratching the fluffy cat under his chin. 

“Makin’ biscuits!” Ori giggled, “he’s trying to get comfy. Scoot over, I wanna get comfy too.” 

Nyx moved as Ori wiggled her way next to him, grabbing his hand tight. “I’m sorry you’re sad, I hope you feel happy soon.” 

“Me too,” Nyx swallowed a lump of tears back into his throat, but they escaped out of his eyes anyway. He began to sob softly, and Ori reached out her hands and roughly wiped away the tears on his cheek and hugged him, while Pudding curled up between them and purred.  The vibrations and hug began to calm him.

“Love you Nyxie,” she whispered, as she grabbed his hand tightly. “It will be a happy day soon.” 

“Love you too, Ori.” and sleep took them both into its embrace.

[alexa-fika]

Hey! Have you ever seen Masha and the bear?

I was just thinking this idea while making breakfast for my family, so how about Masha!reader x Whitebeard pirates or young!Asl. You pick.

Thanks! Have a good day

Treasure Hound (Asl x child!reader)

A/N- and with this I officially have finished my June/July requests ✊🏽. Goal is to finish september’s this week. Also I have in fact never heard of this animation which is crazy after I read how popular it is so I tried to capture Masha as best I could but it probably is not that close but hopefully close enough!

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in Japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers alike!

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

“Sabo, are you sure she’s related to you?” Ace asked incredulously from his spot on his branch, watching as she rambunctiously ran around the clearing, putting even Luffy to shame as the latter struggled to keep up with the smaller girl

“Of course she is!” Had Sabo not known Ace to be so blunt, he would have likely taken offense at such a question

“Doesn’t look like that,” he muttered, taking a glance at the blond and looking back at the girl as she ran circles around Luffy, causing the latter to grow dizzy and fall back, eyes rolling around in his sockets

“She just needs to burn out all her energy. It’s always like this in the mornings,” he replied, letting out a snicker as Dokucha began shaking the poor boy in an attempt to snap him awake.

"We should let her take a look at the map we found the other day; maybe she can crack it," Sabo piped up

“No way! Sabo, we busted our asses trying to get that map; I‘m not about to trust it to a four-year-old!” Ace sneered, not willing to risk their latest treasure to what he thought to be an unnecessary risk

“She’s a lot, Ace, but she wouldn’t purposely try to destroy something, especially if she knows it’s important to me. Not to mention that, yes, she’s four, but she’s really smart; she’s especially good with plans and drafts like these,” Sabo called as he pulled out the Map

“Come on, Ace, trust me! Plus, I‘m pretty sure giving her the lead will tire her and Luffy, too!” He grinned, knowing that would be the last push the former needed

“Tch, if something happens, it’s on you,” he snarled, finally easing into his suggestion, ignoring the satisfied smirk the blond gave him as he jumped off the branch

“Dokucha come here! I got something for you!” He called, watching as the girl zoomed towards him, leaving the poor Luffy to fend off his spinning brain.

“Do you want to go on a treasure hunt?” he offered as he waved the map around, knowing the hyperactive child would never say no to an adventure or the chance to use her skills.

“Yeah!” She exclaimed as she snatched it from his hand and threw herself on the ground with him, stretching the map before them; Ace and Luffy following shortly after.

“We know the treasure is around here, but we couldn’t figure out these,” Ace told her as he pointed out what appeared to be a random arrangement of letters and numbers.

“Ah! It’s a cipher!” She beamed, stretching her arm out towards his brother without taking her eyes off the map; without any need for words, he handed her a pencil, watching as she began scribbling furiously

“Oh, what is that?!” Luffy questioned as he leaned in. Watching as the girl began to draw what looked to be a table, with each boxed being filled with a letter of the alphabet, adding some letters and numbers to the side and top of the table

“It’s a Grid code! Each letter and number stands for a specific letter! I just have to see where they intercept,” she prattled on as she continued writing away

“You already solved it?!” Ace gaped. The boy stared at the scribbles, shocked. He knew he wasn’t the best at solving puzzles, but he had thought himself to be above the girl in front of him.

“Told you she was smart,” Sabo boasted, a prideful glint in his eyes.

“Alright!” Dokucha exclaimed as she shot up from her spot, not paying any mind to the boys as she sprinted away following the directions she had deciphered from the map

“W-wait Dokucha! You need to wait for us!” Sabo called as he ran after the girl

“Don’t lose sight of her, Sabo!” Ace yelled as he, too, shot after the girl

“Hey! Wait for me!” Luffy cried as he followed after them

“Sabo, what the hell did your parents feed her?” Ace huffed out as he and Sabo threw themselves into the comfort of their sleeping bags. After they followed the girl as she traversed through the forest, crossed through rivers, and climbed mountains, they were exhausted, but it had been worth it after they had managed to find the biggest loot they had in years. To make it even better, it turns out that the plan had worked perfectly as Dokucha had also been tired out, not after running and bouncing around the place for another hour, which had also taken Luffy out.

“Well, our father and mother didn’t really fancy a daughter; they didn’t have any immediate use for her, so they just…locked her in a room, forcing her to study hours on end with no other entertainment but the books around her. So she hasn’t had the chance to run and play around like this.” Sabo sighed as he forced himself up and walked towards her, throwing a blanket over her and Luffy before returning to his spot next to Ace.

“Well, you’re parents are assholes, but we will show them, Sabo! Once we get our ship, we will show them all wrong.” he grinned as he lifted himself slightly to address his brother

“You will be a pirate that everyone will know the name of, and I will show Dokucha how big the world is and write a book about it.” Sabo grinned

“And Luffy will ****************” Ace cackled, remembering the jaw-dropping dream the crazy boy had uttered

“We will take this world by surprise, us four!”

Listen had to had my Oda moment with Luffy’s dream

@Imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

@hannahbarberra162

@epochal-oracle

[shrimpsuru]

wowee I've developed a new interest!! I drew this on 0 sleep, so if it looks bad, don't say anything,,, I also wanna yap into the abyss about my thoughts while watching it and stuff- so If none of my rambling makes sense, then its also from the fact I haven't slept.

I have a lot of critiques with this drawing, and the longer I stare at it the worse it looks- and it's driving me crazy. Skwisgaar's guitar looks so dumb, but cut me some slack this is the first guitar I've ever drawn!! They're hard to draw!! _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ I also feel like pickle's fuck ass comb over looks a bit too thick, I'll fix that the next time I draw him. Give him the baldness he deserves. I'm not happy with how I drew everyone, I think Skwisgaar's hair doesn't look great and that I could definitely do better on just about everything lol. Next time I shall draw them much better, if I don't I'll spontaneously combust on spot.

I currently just started the third season, and I really like it so far! It's a fun show! My fav Is Toki (if it wasn't obvious), but everyone's pretty great. They're all so stupid and silly, I giggle like an idiot every episode. My dad loves the show and watched when I was little (the show came out just a little bit after I was born which is insane lmao) and has been rewatching it with me. His favorite character is murderface lol. My best friend also sat down to watch some with me (she was reluctant at first, but she admitted that she thinks its a pretty good show :D) and she really didn't like the pickles comb over. She said that he need's to let it go, which is fair.

While me and my dad were watching it, we got to the last few episodes in season two- tell me why the show suddenly became uncensored. Entire time things have been blurred, but all of a sudden murderface's dick is there for the whole world to see,, like c'mon man.... put that away... this whole time things have been blurred- but now that my dad's next to me you wanna show dicks and tits... okay dude.

that's it for my rambling, too tired to conjure up any more thoughts I'm goona go sleep. If you actually read any of this- that's very nice of you :3

[artsfavoritehorn]

Can you please do headcanons where you work at a restaurant as a server/bartender and Art is your S/O and he comes in? OMG PLEAAASE this would make my heart so happy 🥺

It took me a while but these headcanons are finally complete, thank you for your patience! At first it started out as a more traditional headcanons list but as I was writing it, it kind of turned into a fic but I liked the headcanons format so I just stuck with it lol 😅 I hope you enjoy 😊🥰💕

Word count: around 1.5k✍️

No warnings for this one btw, this is all just sweet fluff 😇💜

(Also credit to @hauntedfoodie as well for coming up with the cocktail recipe! 😄🫶)

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-Working as a bartender and server was an extremely tiring job, ESPECIALLY when you had to work around the holidays

-It seems like the restaurant would go into holiday mode earlier and earlier every year, your manager already having made your coworkers put up multicolored string lights and an assortment of glittery holiday decorations all over the walls and in the windows ✨🎄🎁

-You would be lying if you said that the decor didn’t brighten up the place and make it ever so slightly easier to bare, but it was definitely still a draining job as it would usually be so much busier around this time of year

-You were working on one of the rare slightly-more-manageable nights when suddenly, you noticed your boyfriend Art strolling up to your bar casually, wearing his Santa suit so he could better blend in ✨

-Usually, even though you loved to see him, you preferred that he stayed home or just didn't come in to your workplace to visit you, not wanting to draw too much attention to your boyfriend as to not make anyone suspicious of a clown constantly showing up on the premises, but you suppose the Santa suit helped a bit. You watched as he comically shimmied into his seat, the harsh clang of his heavy trash bag still able to be heard amongst all the commotion of the restaurant; it didn't take long for the few people sitting on either side of him to get up and walk away without another glance back 🤡🎅

-Trying not to make it obvious that you had any relation to him, you walked over to the clown like you would any other customer; Art’s eyes lit up instantly, his slender fingers giddily waving at you and blowing you a heavily exaggerated kiss as he noticed your presence 😙

-You leaned over slightly and whispered “What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be laying low for now”, concerned that his behavior seemed to be getting bolder and bolder as the days progressed closer to Christmas; you had come to terms with having to accept Art's lifestyle, but you were just worried about him getting in trouble or hurt- he's reassured you many times that everything's under control and that he'd be fine, but you still worried about him occasionally 🥺😓

-Art shrugged his shoulders playfully in response, pointing at himself and then back at you followed by a heart shape with his hands as he smiled at you innocently :3 🫶😃😋

-You sighed and shook your head. “Well, if you're gonna stay here for a bit, you're gonna at least need to have a drink so my managers don't get suspicious and kick you out for loitering on the property"

-Art pouted and folded his arms, the thick fabric of the Santa suit bunching up around his thinner frame, his tongue sticking out in disgust 😒

-You rolled your eyes. "I know you think alcohol is gross, babes, but I think I might know something I could make for you that you might actually like.” Art gave you a look as if to say “I don't believe you in the slightest- but good luck” and moved to rest his arms along the dark wooden bar, his focus shifting to absentmindedly running his fingertips back and force over its smooth surface

-You leaned over and grabbed a clean glass. “Alright, just give me a few minutes, I've got a couple of drink orders I need to fill first and then I'll bring you yours.” Art huffed silently, forever the impatient baby, but ultimately nodded in understanding 💖

-You turned and wandered back to the other side of the bar, grabbing a few extra glasses and placing them under the taps for the other patrons. Once their orders were fulfilled, then you got started on Art’s special cocktail 🥂

-You decided to go for something festive and classic, something very fruity and sweet that you knew would mesh with the clown’s tastebuds in a more pleasing manner than the hard liquor he had been offered in the past

-You decided to craft Art a cocktail made with moscato wine, white cranberry juice, lemon lime soda, and a smattering of whole cranberries on the top; perfect for the holiday season, and perfect for your clown boyfriend who loved his sweets 🥰🍹

-Strolling back over to his seat, you found Art reaching over the bar, trying to grab a handful of the little sharp wooden skewers you would use for fruit in certain drinks- when he noticed you a few steps away, Art quickly pulled his hand back into his lap and tried to feign innocence once more, pretending to whistle and look back and forth ⚔️🙄🤗😁

-You shook your head and smiled at him, placing a napkin down in front of him with his drink on top

-Art’s eyes went wide with curiosity at the sight of the bright cranberries floating atop the bubbly liquid, his eyes soon meeting yours again as he cocked his head slightly in heightened interest 😲😍

-”Trust me, you'll love it. I made sure it was extra sweet for my sweet-loving clown” you told him with a grin as you leaned against the counter, saying the last part in a hushed tone so only he could hear 😌💖🍬🍭

-Art tapped his finger against his temple and pointed back at you with it to signify he understood, his grin blossoming wider across his features bashfully at your words before glancing back down at the drink and wringing his hands together in excitement

-Before you could wait to see if he liked it, another patron across the bar waved you down. “I'll be back soon, I hope you enjoy it!” you told him, heading back to attend to your other customers

-You couldn’t help but watch out of the corner of your eye as you worked from across the bar as Art lifted the glass to his mouth and took a big sip, chugging the entire thing down in one go (he always drank way too quickly, you made a mental note to remind him to savor his drinks in the future lol)🍾😂

-The glass made contact with the bar, clinking pleasantly as it did so, Art’s eyes meeting yours again as he motioned for you to return to him when you could get the chance

-”Sooo, how was it? Have I finally found an alcoholic drink that you can actually enjoy?”, you asked him. Art’s smile grew as he nodded in rapid succession, patting his tummy to indicate that he thought it was delicious 🤤😋

-Your smile mirrored his as you leaned over to grab his empty glass, giving the counter a quick wipe to get rid of any condensation left behind with the cleaning rag in your other hand. “Good, I'm glad you liked it! I had a sneaking suspicion that you'd prefer something much sweeter.”

-Art nodded again and motioned with one finger up for you to wait a minute as he leaned over, grabbing his red spray painted garbage bag and rummaging through it 🎒

-Resting your elbows on the bar, you realized that Art was trying to give you money for the drink; an array of dirtied coins was plopped onto the bar top as he began counting out the loose change piece by piece (most of it consisting of primarily pennies) 🪙💰

-”Baby, don't worry about that, it's on the house. It was a practice drink for me anyway, and I don't mind buying a drink for good ole Saint Nick- especially for a super cute one at that.” You winked at him with a smirk as you placed more glasses under the taps, beginning to fill them up with various golden hued lagers for the other patrons' seemingly never ending slurry of orders 🍺🍻

-Art’s mouth opened in surprised shock before grinning again, waving the compliment off cheekily and kicking his feet a bit. With one swipe, he pushed all of the loose change back into the bag, the tiny circles of metal clanging around as they fell in amongst the array of other interesting items that he carried around with him 🤭

-The clown motioned to his wrist as if he was wearing a watch, silently asking you how much longer you had to be here for until your shift was over. “I’ve got about 2 more hours, love. And then I'll meet you back at home and we can cuddle and watch some movies, sound good?” ⏱️⌚️⏳

-Art smirked and nodded, satisfied as he stood up from the bar stool and stretched dramatically 🙆

-He grabbed his trash bag and ceremoniously slung it over his shoulder, blowing a kiss to you slyly before turning to leave the restaurant 😘💋

-You pretended to wipe down the bar as you watched him walk away, the bright red backside of his jolly disguise slowly becoming smaller in view before disappearing completely into the holiday hustle and bustle 🎁🎄🎅✨

Extra post bar scenario:

-When you arrived back home later that evening, you were surprised to find about 30 bottles of moscato and a huge pile of bagged cranberries that had definitely seen better days all lined up on your kitchen counter; you found Art sitting cross-legged on the couch in the living room, still wearing his Santa outfit and pretending to intently read a book, miming laughter at certain parts as his finger skimmed across the page he had randomly opened on 📚

-You confronted the clown about the bottles of wine, to which he simply put his hands up and shrugged his shoulders, the start of a signature smirk playfully skirting on the corners of his black painted mouth 😏😁😋💖

[seokminfilm]

nangs | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warnings, very short, kissing, pet names (seokmin uses 'baby', reader uses seokmin's nicknames), touchy-feely reader, flirty seokmin, wholesome

🪄 summary, your boyfriend can tell the new shorts he bought have a massive effect on you.

🪄 author's note, saw that picture on my interest feed and automatically thought of seokmin (i'm ill ugh he's so fine)........anw currently in a writing slump & period cramps decided to hit me so i'm sorry for the lack of fics ☹ if you have any seokmin aus/fics/tropes you'd like to see me try, let me know! enjoy me and my hormones going insane

🪄 now playing, happy alone, bss (seventeen)

Your boyfriend lies sprawled out on the bed, brown hair still slightly tousled from waking up from his nap. His eyes are tired, half-lidded and handsome as his eyes scan what must be a long-winded text, based on how his lips move as he reads it.

Something was different about him─your boyfriend was always attractive, drawing your attention from everything you were doing even when he wasn't trying to, but he was doing it easier and more often today.

His hair was the same, that rich brown hair fluffy and calling out to you to card your fingers through it. His face was the same too, features more sharp since he just woke up from what must have been a good nap.

It wasn't his smell either─he smelled of faint cologne and men's deodorant (the good, sweet kind), which he always smelled like. Maybe it was the expression he had on his face─still sleep-ridden, but slowly warming up, a lazy smirk on his face as he chuckled at something on his phone's screen. It was attractive, you wouldn't lie, and you loved it when Seokmin was like this.

But, no; that wasn't it either. What was it that kept drawing you to your boyfriend so easily?

...It was those, wasn't it?

Seokmin had bought a new pair of shorts yesterday, as he came in ranting about how he had found all these good sales at the stores he went to. You didn't really get a good look at them until now, and good god, was he hot in them.

The outfit he was wearing now was simple, a snug-fitting, white tank top, paired on top of the pretty shorts. You could see the dip of his body from your vantage point, and you had to hold yourself back from sighing dreamily, biting your fingernail to distract yourself.

Of course he'd wear that while taking a nap so you could walk in on him. He probably knew the effect his tank tops had on you, laughing silently even now at your blushed face.

"You have so many pictures of me on your phone, baby. Why do you need to stare at me? Do you want another one?" Seokmin's voice is rich, and teasing, and you finally meet his eyes, blushing as Seokmin smirks at you.

"I do want another picture, actually." You play along, walking over to your side of the bed as you slide in beside Seokmin. The scent of his fading cologne draws you in faster than you can think, and you're already tracing the veins in his muscles, giggling as Seokmin laughs at you.

"Photo ops are closed at the moment. Give me an hour when I look presentable." Seokmin jeers lightly, and you shake your head, kissing him slowly as he hums.

"You look presentable just like this." You whisper, hands ghosting over the white tank top and shorts. Seokmin smiles up at you, eyes filled with mirth and sparkles as he chuckles lowly.

"I'd knew you'd like these. I remember when we went shopping the last time, you said I'd look good in this specific style of shorts. See? I took your advice. I listen well." Seokmin's sentence is muffled by the sound of your lips on his again, and his hands fly to your hips, not stopping your ministrations.

"So well." You add, and Seokmin's face gets a splash of red, cheeks blaring up as he scoffs, looking away. Giggling lightly, your fingertips tease the end of Seokmin's tank top, and he giggles, breath picking up as he shakes his head.

"You're such a tease, baby. Stop─get your fingertips away from there. That tickles." Seokmin has a light pout on his lips, and you kiss the pout, smiling.

"I love you." You say out of the blue, and Seokmin smiles, lips flush against your neck as he nods. "I love you too."

"No, like─" You pause, finger tracing Seokmin's strong collarbone. He sighs lightly, leaning into his pillow as his eyes flutter shut for just a second.

He looks heavenly like this─silent as he lets you do your thing. He mumbles something under his breath, and although you can't hear it, you can tell it's a curse word. You giggle even more at the thought of flustering him to the point of cursing.

"What are you laughing at?" Seokmin opens his eyes, so in tune with you that he knows you're hiding a laugh.

"Nothing, Seok." You smile, kissing his neck again as he sighs. "Now let me finish my thought." Seokmin laughs lightly, smile growing wider as you tug at his ears, tracing them softly.

"I love you so much. You're so kind, and funny, and sweet, and understanding, and warm, and loving, and caring, and cheerful, and all mine. All mine." You finish, now just inches away from Seokmin's lips as you look down at them, glossy from your earlier kisses.

"And you're all mine, baby." Seokmin's voice is so low it's a rumble now, and you smile, closing the gap as you close the deal that came with it: you are Seokmin's, and he is yours.

[clodyghost]

hey! it’s cloudy ☁︎

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☁︎ my friends call me clody :D

☁︎ my pronouns are she/they :)

☁︎ i am a lesbian!

☁︎ i’m a minor so no being weird pls!

☁︎ i’m Irish!

☁︎ i love the marauders, dead poets society, dead boy detectives, epic, pjo (and a few others)

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☁︎ i have an AO3: cloudy_moons where i have a few fics in the marauders/dbda fandoms!

☁︎ my fav ships are jegulus, rosekiller, wolfstar, payneland, anderperry, marylily, jily, chameron, dorlene, pandalily, moonwater, moonchaser

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[champagneshoey]

can i say something?

i think daniel is afraid to go back to racing. any type of racing.

and that’s silly, of course it is, but can you blame him? when you really have been vulnerable—both in a sense where you have offered up a portion of yourself authentically to be scrutinized, criticized, sacrificed, slaughtered, and also in a way where the media and the public at-large have done nothing but put you down and shamed you, blamed you—it makes perfect sense why you wouldn’t have any desire to get back in a car.

the mental strength it takes to ignore critics—especially this sheer number of them—is immense. at some awful final point, is it worth it? is it worth the agony to continue to try and tell yourself that ‘just because someone says something or holds an opinion of you, doesn’t make it true?’

because…what if it is? what if it is true? what if i move to another racing series and simply because i don’t perform exceptionally immediately, it validates everything negative anyone has ever said about me? what if they’re right and my belief in myself only serves to make me look like a fool? is it worth it? risk-taking is in my nature, but am i willing to risk myself again and again and again and again and never get anything in return? never be rewarded with anything beyond more public disappointment? what if i never amount to anything worthy of public approval? what if they keep moving the goalpost and i waste the rest of my life in an impossible game of chase?

was it all worth it?

and the answer is yes, when you really step away and look at it from afar, from behind your guarded heart. it was worth it, of course it was all worth it. but aren’t you tired of being nice? aren’t you tired of being hurt? at what point do you draw the line between what is bearable and what will kill you?

being afraid of public opinion is irrational and unproductive. just because someone says something, it doesn’t make it true. it doesn’t negate or undo any of the work you’ve done or the effort you put in. but when does intellectualizing your emotions and denying your hurt become too much? is that worth it?

he wants to find joy in the sport that he loves, that’s why he does it. that’s why any of us should do anything—because we love to do it, because we love the act of creation, of performance, we love the experience of winning, we love the pursuit of mastery. but how can he possibly be expected to find joy and love in something that has done nothing but prove to hurt him countless times over.

he offered his heart to us on a gold platter. how many more people can he let take a bite from it before it’s gone?

[pleasantspark]

The Last Straw With VivziePop (Why I am no longer supporting Viv.)

Viv knows she's not gonna get a good response from the critical community in the same sense as the fandom is, so why bother? Why don't you ignore everything that doesn't exist in your dopamine fueled bubble, oh wait you can't, you feel the need to constantly look in the critical tags, or even have your fans do your work for you.

It's best to ignore people, because this shits sad, back then you would probably get less eyes on you (probably) but now that you're known and most of your info is out there (alongside your posts being public on a VERY public Insta.) your online shit's gonna bleed in your offline life, I had hopes you'd actually admit fault but this is gone way worse, you cater to the twitter cancel mob too easily, instead of actually writing out a coherent proof filled response you resort to name calling, throwing fits and acting like a child rather then someone in her thirties, your fanbase is out of control because you lead them by the way you act.

They see you as a parasocial mother, and I know you won't see this, but the fact you cannot handle pressure or your own fandom then maybe you don't deserve it at all, you abuse your platform to condone harmful interactions yet it crosses the line that someone asked your VA to sign their work?

You couldn't resist the urge to make fun of someone because your Fandom did, your fandom is responsible for two suicides, an attempted harassment/doxx, aiding Pedos and keeping them hidden in the fandom, you interact with people you claim in your response post as being deplorable (DaniDraws draws in her words "Statuary Rape Art"), you defend fetish art of SA being made as someone whose into CNC it's NOT RAPE it's literally an act of rapeplay it's different from SA as it's consent between both parties beforehand while the other one is a fucking crime, then you defend said artist sexually harassing a minor KNOWING minors are in your fandom, Your friends have weird shit going on with them you surround yourself with people who WILL bring you controversy and people who does things you SAID YOU DIDN'T SUPPORT.

Yet, you still have them around? I am literally done with hearing people make excuses after excuses after EXCUSES for deplorable behavior. It exceeds the amount of word limits I have on twitter. Like what the fuck is your priorities? Feeding into people who actually likes the shit you put out or doing the right thing? Your behavior aligns with Dream. At least Dream had the dignity to stay out of the light after his last response, you continue to hang around people that can only ruin your image further and your behavior and those in your immediate circle has harmed so many people that you ignore it.

I am disappointed, and you won't care as a rando on the internet, but for years now you continue to prove that you can't "take criticism" it's not because you can't Vivienne you won't, just like you won't admit there's a problem with your works, a problem with your fanbase and a very problem with you.

Your hubris is what blinded you, and you're just NOW realizing the effect of the cause you had, I hope to whatever God there is you do actually write a actual good post, admitting to everything you did in the past, including Dollcreep and the past ZooPhobia shit, because this shits never ending because your behavior is repetitive and people are just now realizing it and are tired.

I am just done supporting and giving the benefit of the doubt to people who forces others to essentially make people forgive you, you can't forgive Viv if you're not the group harmed by her. People are quick to accept whatever BS she says and this shit's borderline Slander and Libel at this rate.

2025. Do better.

[luvtonique]

"There was a deadline and you didn't know about it" is probably my biggest reason I don't participate in anything anymore.

Like there'll be some meme outfit that everyone is drawing, or some waifu of the month, or something like that

And then I sketch it out, and go "I'll color it tomorrow"

And then the next day there's this big compilation of everyone who drew the thing frontpaged on the site with credits given to all the artists and all of them get like 500 new followers

And I'm like "Ah. Really would'a been cool if someone had told me that was going to happen so I could'a gotten it finished in time."

Instead of participating at all, I just go "Nope."

Because I'm so tired of being almost done with mine and then finding out I was too late. So not even bothering.

[luckyartdrawer]

YOU ALL CHOSE:

A fully rendered drawing of a dca AU!

Whew, look at how close some of those options were! Needless to say it seems like y'all want some lovely art to celebrate, so let's get to it!!!

I came up with as many options as I could provide for this poll, so I hope y'all are ready to pick out something! I'll be setting this once again for 3 days, but after the 1st day I'll be seeing what options are leading and prepare ideas and concepts for them ahead of time. (If the votes are a clear landslide I may just start working immediately!)

Explanations for the AUs will be under for any need for clarification! Or if you're just interested in more info that's there too :3

My AUs:

ANE: Is an animatronic reader x Sun & Moon fic that takes place post-virus! The animatronic reader is more like an OC and is a she/they. My first ever fic and one that I still plan to update. Sun is overly trusting with a saviour complex, while Moon is overly suspicious with some sort of an inferiority complex. Very slice of life-ish, with constant worries about being replaced; why can't things just settle down?

Walk In My Mystery: A sortaaa reader x Sun & Moon & Eclipse. The reader is evil and has a double life within a double life and it really is going to trail on - as of rn, they go by feminine pronouns as the Fiancee, and masculine pronouns as the Mob boss. Any relationship that eventually happens is gonna be pretty unhealthy. There's also past relationships that did happen that didn't end well, but I haven't posted those parts yet. The main focus isn't exactly getting in a relationship. They all just want the same person dead. All of them. :)

Take Me Away!: I can't specify who exactly gets shipped with the reader because it would spoil the mystery, but Sun, Moon, and Eclipse all show up here. The gender neutral reader is, let's say supernatural in origin, as they too are part of the mystery in itself. The animatronics are crashlanded in Antarctica after delivering and retrieving goods from an isolated base, now struggling to find some way of rescue while trying not to freeze up their internals.

Everything You Ever Dreamed: A gender neutral dream reader x Moon. Very Moon centric, but Sun does get some limelight, just not with the reader. Moon is tired of his mundane life and minimal time fronting, and while being programmed to put children to sleep, he feels envious of their ability to do so. He's tried and tried for a long time, but suddenly one day he actually dreams, meets the reader, has a taste of what freedom should be, and everything changes. For good and for bad.

Model/Fashion AU: A one-shot gender neutral assistant reader x Sun &/ Moon. I wish I could make more with em but I struggle with both fashion and coming up with a story with stakes for them, so they may be stuck in drabble hell, but I still adore em. Sun and Moon contest over the reader for their time and affections constantly, flirting on the daily, yet somehow none of them are dating. Sun and Moon are clearly making their intentions known, but won't jump the last leap to make it official, wanting the reader to do that so they don't feel like they pressured them into accepting their affections.

Great Comet 1812 Crossover: A simple crossover of the musical The Great Comet of 1812. Sun takes the part of Anatole and Moon takes the role of Pierre. I only drew Sun here, but I still think about these goobers whenever I listen to the songs uaghhh! (Also to those wondering who takes the role of Pierre's wife ahem sorry that's me, and even though that means he hates me and I am playing literal scum, I am married to the bias so LETS GO- /J) Many Sunhinged moments due to Anatole being so messed up :3

Subway Master Crossover: This one I parade around a lot, but it's a crossover of the Subway Masters from Pokemon Black and White, where Sun is Emmet and Moon is Ingo. I goofed around with them a lot during Halloween on my main blog, here's some of my favorite goofs of em, and of course, here's the og drawing. They still have the same pokemon team, I just like parading around Ingo's chandelure and agree with the fandom that Emmet likely breeds Joltiks.

General AUs/AUs I have not done:

These AUs aren't anything I have plans for, but they are things that interest me. Some I even already have designs for in mind! @/divinit3a had the great idea of also merging some AU ideas together, so while I'm leaving the options separate, I may try playing around with that too with the designs of these AUs mwehehe. >:3

Mer: I really want to make Sun a Cookie Cutter shark, but I'm still playing around with the ideas of the other two. It's so enticing to make Moon a squid or Octopus, but I want to explore some other fun options. Eclipse is my wild card, I'm really excited to find something elegant for him. All in all, I want to make them all separate species of mer.

Royal: Eclipse is Sun and Moon sharing a body at the same time. I want to play with the idea of technically multiple rulers, but you never know which one you're going to get. Either you get the best or worst of both worlds, the more logistical one, or the more emotional one. They can change at will too as long as the other allows it, hehe >:)

Fae: I just love Fae AUs. I don't have ideas that haven't already been written by others, but it would be fun to explore some ideas anyway. I'll be looking into different bugs and folklore to base Sun and Moon's designs off of, as well as what their best may be for the background. :3

God: I want to design and write a Eclipse God so much and I only just thought about him while coming up with these general AU ideas. I definitely need to come up with a proper design and some sort of story, but God AUs in general are so interesting and I am begging for the ones that do exist to keep going. They are beautiful life altering sustenance. I seen people make him some sort of Chaos God, but I want to make him something more akin to just Change entirely. Someone who tilts the scales to bring change no matter how good or bad it may be.

Suggestions:

There are plenty of other AU/Crossover ideas out there! I mostly added ones I personally like the most, but I legit love so many that I am more than happy to do others! So don't be shy~ share what you'd like to see!

I do have AUs/Crossovers I have not added to this poll, but if y'all would like to see them please add them to the suggestions!

Do NOT suggest specific AUs made by other people! For example GITM, TSAMS and it's variants, and AUs like LDR or Sleuth Jesters. (No hate! I'm just using these as examples since they're commonly known in the fandom!)

General Ideas are welcome! Pirate AU? Mechanic AU? Post-Fnaf Ruin AU? These all work as good options <3

All in all. I have too many AU and ideas to pick from just by myself, I need the help with deciding :P

Plus, in the end, I want y'all to be happy and have a say in how we celebrate!

Thank y'all for voting and reading all this <3

100 Follower Milestone Poll! 🎉🎉🎉

Heya lovelies!!! This blog hit 100 followers oh my goodness!!!

I really can't believe it, it's so awesome to see you all here! <333 Whether you're new or old around here it doesn't matter, I am electronically hugging and/or patting all of your heads in great thanks! ✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

To celebrate, I have some options in a poll for y'all to choose what you would like to see for this milestone! I HIGHLY suggest reading the explanations of each option below the break! It clarifies some important details. Its down there so any of y'all just scrolling by won't have to worry about a wall of text! <3

Please feel free to vote even if you aren't following me!!!

Poll Options explanations:

Drop early chapters of EYED / Dreamlike: This is a Moon-centric x reader fic I've been working on for several months now and I originally planned to start posting it when I finished it or got really close to doing so. I dropped a sneak peek of it here! I find myself currently on a standstill on it's later chapters, which is why it hasn't been finished yet, but otherwise I am reallllly happy with it's messaging and pacing. (Rn I have plotted out 15 chapters but it's looking like it could be longer with how I write oops-)

The first chapters have been pretty polished at this point, so if people are really curious about this one, I don't mind to start posting the chapters up to a certain point. If this wins, I'll post the first 3 chapters for 3 sequential days, then 4 and 5 will come out in the next week, and then the last week I'll post ch. 6 for no particular reason mhmm yup I am not planning anything nefarious-

Drawing requests: This would be my first time doing something like this, and while I know I can pop out some bangers for y'all I also don't want to dig myself into a hole and leave y'all waiting for a long time. 😅So if this wins, I'll take the first 10 requests and draw them out! If I feel capable of doing more I may open some more slots for y'all, but I need to test my speed and my capabilities here first. Expect some lovely rendering bc I love it so, but I won't be doing backgrounds (besides simple colors) for the sake of my sanity.

Drabble requests: Most of ya here probably see me as only an artist, but I do write and actually started out as a writer first for this fandom hehe. ✨ I've been doing well recently with short stories so as long as y'all want em, I can hopefully dish em out at a reasonable pace! I, again, haven't done something like this before. So if this wins, I'll take the first 10 requests, but I feel more confident that I can do this at a reasonable pace, so if things go well I'll open up 5-10 more slots for y'all!

Rendered drawing of a dca AU: Hehe, my forte /J. I've drawn some whacky crossovers, cute sillays, and horror stuff at times, but some of y'all also know I love soooo many AUs in this fandom, hehe! I definitely do not mind drawing AUs, there are MANY I haven't drawn for, but I will be avoiding drawing other's specific AUs. I love making fanart, but this is going to thank y'all for being here, so I would like to keep from using someone else's AU -- it would feel like I'm stealing them e3e.

Plus, this is from me to thank you! And so will the goobers! I'll try to be as detailed as possible with both the characters and location <3

If this wins, I'll set up another poll to last for 3 days. It'll have some general au options like Mer, then I'll list out some crossovers I have done like Submas! Sun/Moon, and I'll add my own AUs! There will also be an option to suggest an AU/crossover! (Please don't be afraid to do so, as long as enough people have an interest in the option, or even if it doesn't win I may still make it if I really like the suggestion! <333)

Rendered drawing of Biblical dca: This means the drawing will be as realistic to the original as I can get it! Gonna do my best to do material rendering and all mwehehe! Though, I may make him extra polished/shiny to not only play with reflections, but to also say how sparkly y'all make me feel hehe ✨✨✨

If this wins, I'll try to finish the drawing within a week or 2 after I make the announcement of the poll's winner! I'll also throw out a really quick poll for 1 day to let y'all pick who will be our biblical goober: Sun, Moon, or Ruin Eclipse!

Something else: This is pretty self explanatory, but if you have ideas, comment below! (You can even if you didn't pick this option!!!) And if you see an idea you like or that you wanted to comment already said below, please reply to that person's comment to keep things easy to track! You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, just drop something simple like ✨ in it and I'll know that means ya voted for it. :) (I'll be checking to make sure people didn't vote on the same comment more than once! But you can vote for multiple ideas <3)

If this wins/has enough interest, I'll choose the most popular suggestion! Depending on what suggestion wins, I may actually do BOTH that suggestion and the winning/2nd place option on the poll!!!! ( Woah 2 for one what :O )

My choice 💥💥💥: I typically don't like making choices actually, but in the case y'all are indecisive I will step up ✨✨✨ If this wins, I'll likely choose whatever sounds best to me in that moment hehehe, you'll never be 100% sure what I'll do >:)

Moon's bald and we love him for it: Oh yeah we do! <3 This is just a joke option to let people who don't want to vote to see the results. If this wins... Uh... We'll go for the 2nd place vote! And also I'll add a bald Moon doodle as a bonus goodie. (I'm so good at making incentives to get people to vote, I know I know ✨✨✨)

Thanks again for all the love guys!!! This fandom has been so good to me and I cannot thank y'all enough for making it as awesome and welcoming as it has been! <333

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