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[marenwithanm]

continuing my Layton-mania, heres some practices trying to draw in the layton art style

[astrolook]

🎨💍Appearance & Traits Of Future Spouse In Astrology🌸🌹

Note: These are just my personal observations and recurring patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you and leave the rest. Feel free to share in the comments if any of this hits home. This post is based on Vedic astrology.

👀 Future spouse looks according to your 7th house sign

Aries - Their cheeks light up when they smile and that natural blush is everything. A reddish or sun-kissed complexion is common. Might be prone to rashes or sensitive skin. They’re outdoorsy like horseback riding, racing, biking, anything that gets the adrenaline pumping. 🚴‍♂️🏇Killer smile alert😍 Might even have cute freckles sprinkled across their face. Big beach lover too. Sun, sand, and salty air are their happy place.🌞🏖️

Taurus - Your future spouse might be average or short in height 🧍‍♂️, with a naturally attractive look that feels effortless either unusually good-looking or just conventionally beautiful 🌸. If it’s a husband, expect thick, bushy hair and a strong beard 🧔‍♂️; if it’s a wife, she’ll likely have looooong, dark hair 🌑 that gives off major classic beauty vibes. They tend to gain weight easily 🍰, often looking soft, chubby, cuddly, and touchable. If it’s a wife, she’s likely blessed with beautiful curves think nice breasts and a shapely butt 🍑 along with THICC thighs; if it’s a husband, strong broad shoulders and a sturdy chest stand out 💪. Your Taurus spouse will probably be obsessed with skincare and haircare 🧴, always smelling good and looking polished. And don’t be surprised if they’re big lovers of dairy products like cheese, milk, ice cream 🍦🧀 and their fridge is probably always stocked.

Gemini - Your future spouse will have a youthful vibe that’s almost androgynous. You might not be able to tell their age just by looking at them. For a wife, maybe keeps short hair or bangs and for husband keeps a trendy haircut. They talk with their hands constantly ✋👐 and have a way of moving that’s light, quick, and expressive. Physically, they tend to be on the slimmer side, sometimes looking pencil-thin ✏️. Their style changes like the weather 🌦️ one day casual, next day edgy, next day business chic. They have a fast metabolism and are total foodies 🍔🍟. Sarcastic jokes and a killer sense of humor are their signature traits 😂. They’re the type to love hiking, mountain climbing, or even just climbing trees for fun 🧗‍♂️🌳. Vacations twice a year are practically a necessity ✈️🏝️, and honestly, they probably watch p*rn casually too (just saying). Hobbies could include camping, bungee jumping, skydiving, and anything that screams "adventure." They love taking pictures 📸 of wildlife, landscapes, selfies, you name it and social media is basically a second home 🧑‍💻. They also bounce back super quickly from any illness 🛌➡️🏃‍♂️.

Cancer - Your future spouse might have a round, expressive face 🌝 that you’ll find super endearing. If they gain weight, a little double chin could show up extra cute, honestly. Their upper body tends to be stronger than their lower body 💪, with slender arms and legs 🦵, but if they do gain weight, a protruding belly might be noticeable 🍩. For a wife may have mild health issues like medicinal allergies or diabetes 💊, while for a husband, he might deal with blood pressure concerns 🩺. Thick, juicy lips 💋 are common, often with a little mole somewhere around or below the lip. Their eyes are large and full of emotion 👀, and their skin tends to be oily or combination type 🌿. Cancer spouses love calm, cozy hobbies like fishing 🎣 or decorating their homes with flowers 🌸. They might be into "boring" TV shows just to pass the time 📺 (think old reruns or cooking channels). Husbands usually aren't big on workouts as they prefer the couch life 🛋️, or minimal workout sessions while wives tend to be amazing cooks 👩‍🍳, the kind who whip up the best homemade meals.

Leo - Your future spouse’s hair will have wild, untamable energy, literally vibing in the 4th dimension 🌪️. Whether it’s long or short, curly or straight, their hair will somehow stand up and blow in all eight directions when they’re outside 😂. When they’re on the phone 📞, they don’t just talk, they scream. Honestly, you could tell them to skip the call and just shout at the nearest cell tower. The receiver would still hear them loud and clear 📡. They overshare everything like waking up at 3:47 am, going to the restroom for exactly 5 minutes 🚽, falling back asleep at 4:20 am, then waking up again at 7:05 am, all reported with dramatic precision. Their storytelling is basically line-by-line commentary 🎤. When stressed or angry, they might break things (accidentally... or not) 🥴. Despite everything, they’ll want to stay the absolute center of your life 💖 even after kids show up. Lovely, right? 👑

Virgo - Your future spouse might have noticeable under-eye dark circles 💤 either from insomnia or just too much late-night thinking. They have an oval face shape 🥚 and might naturally have a flabby or weaker body, but if they commit to working out, they pull off that strong, young, smirky, slightly quirky little bastard/bitch vibe 😈. Definitely an old soul trapped in a youthful face. They love the dark 🌑 and might be obsessed with reading dark thrillers, mystery stories, mangas, or anything slightly eerie 📚👻. Sitting alone in a dark room doing absolutely nothing for hours? Yeah, that’s their version of "recharging." Might struggle with insomnia 🌙 and there’s a good chance they wear glasses 🤓. If it’s a wife, think "sexy librarian" look 📖; if it’s a husband, the "sexy college professor" vibe is strong too 👨‍🏫. Later in life, they might dream about (or actually) living off-grid 🌾 away from the noisy city and getting into farming, or at least growing their own veggies in a backyard garden 🥕🌻.

Libra - Your future spouse will have a super well-proportioned body like everything just perfectly in place. Their hair is often curly or they love styling it that way 💇‍♀️, adding even more charm to their beautiful face 🌸. Later in life, they might struggle with gaining weight around the lower body 🍑. If it’s a wife, expect a thicc body that turns heads; if it’s a husband, thicc thighs and strong legs are the signature move 🦵🔥 and prefers clean-shaven look. Personality-wise, they tend to keep people at arm’s length 🤝, mostly because they overthink and struggle with making decisions sometimes. Either way, they’re either a heartthrob or a heartbreaker and no in-between 💔💘. Deep down though, all they really want is to sleep 🛌 the kind who can pass out in 5 minutes flat, like some kind of magic trick 🪄. They love gaming 🎮 or getting into long, blunt conversations about politics or random topics and no filters here 🗣️.

Scorpio - Your future spouse could have bushy eyebrows or thick eyelids that instantly catch your eye 👁️. Their gaze is intense, the kind that silently screams "I’m hiding a dark secret" 🌑. After meeting you, a major career shift could happen too like destiny nudging them onto a new path 🔮. If it’s a husband, he might either masterfully control his emotions 🧊 or secretly cry to you at night 🌙. If it’s a wife, she’ll probably be super emotional and break down easily 💧. They love watching birds 🐦 and often want pets around them for comfort 🐕🐾. No matter who earns more, somehow they end up managing the money 💸 (and doing it really well too). They're dreamy types who can get lost in thought, but when disappointment hits, it hits like a storm 🌪️. They hold onto past memories for a long time still grieving over a betrayal or a loved one death from 2020 like it was yesterday 💔. Fashion-wise, they swing either futuristic or full-on old-fashioned styles 🕰️👗. Either too open-minded or conservative in relationships. They’re also big on hustling always plotting a second source of income behind the scenes 🛠️.

Sagittarius - Your future spouse might have a noticeably large forehead 🧠 and either be tall or love wearing heels or chunky shoes just to look taller 👠👟. They’re super open-minded and frank, the kind who’ll never judge you, no matter what 👐. Adventure runs in their blood, so don’t be surprised if they’re into racing, extreme sports, or trying every cuisine under the sun 🍣🏎️. They're often bilingual or even multilingual 🗣️🌍, and after marriage, having more than one home or constantly moving could easily be part of your life 🏡✈️. Could be into military as well, in some cases. They might collect random treasures too like coins, artifacts, vintage stuff 🪙🏺. Spiritually, they swing big: either very religious, spiritual ✝️🧘‍♀️, or, if Jupiter is retrograde, they might be more agnostic or atheist 🙃. Deep down, they live by "my way or the highway" energy 🚗💨. They also forget stuff easily and are experts at misplacing things around the house 😂🔑.

Capricorn - Your future spouse might have a broad forehead 🧠 and if it’s a husband, a receding hairline could start creeping in before 30 😂. They tend to have a mature look, no matter their actual age 🎩. If it’s a wife, she might spot her first grey hair before 30 or have fine/ thin hair 💇‍♀️. They’re usually into cars 🚗, politics 🗳️, and are sarcastic to the bone 🗯️. Husband could have big hands and feet 🖐️🦶, totally noticeable. Addictions are a theme too either coffee ☕ or some other guilty pleasure they just can't give up. Total multitaskers 📈, they manage a huge circle of contacts, and their phone hangs from the sheer number of notifications 🔔📱. When it comes to buying stuff, they live by "the bigger, the better" 💵 but weirdly stingy when it’s not food or clothes 😂. They'll happily invest in a brand-new phone every 1.5 years without fail 📱✨.

Aquarius - Your future spouse might love dyeing their hair 🎨 like blue, pink, red, blonde, anything goes. They've probably gone through at least one surgical procedure before 30 🏥, either for health reasons or cosmetic tweaks. Their mind is pure detective mode 🔎, and when they lie, you literally can't tell if it’s the truth or not 🤷‍♀️. Masters at debates and throwing out facts like mini grenades 💣📚. Some might even elope for marriage 💍✈️ or have a destination wedding somewhere wild. They’re into offbeat stuff like comics, gaming, obscure mangas, or books nobody else has heard of 🎮📖. Always supporting indie artists and filmmakers 🎬🎨. Activism could be in their blood too ✊, standing out from the crowd without even trying. They thrive in night shifts or just get way more alive in the evening 🌙🦉. Open-minded, non-judgy, and smart workers 🧠⚡. They usually have one slightly "off" facial feature like one eye bigger than the other 👁️👁️OR a small nose bump 👃OR a lip mismatch 💋 but weirdly, it makes them unusually attractive, like beautiful but you can’t quite put your finger on why. Totally magnetic 🛸✨.

Pisces - Your future spouse might have super smooth skin that literally glows under the light and large dreamy eyes 🌊👀. They love activities like swimming, hiking, camping off-grid, or fishing, anything that gets them close to water or nature 🏕️🎣. Their moods are intense: if they’re sad, they sulk 🌧️; if they’re happy, they’re floating on cloud nine ☁️💖. They have a tendency to abandon things halfway 🏃‍♂️💨 switching paths when you least expect it. Sleep issues are common here 🌙💤. In early life, they might have struggled with drinking 🍷 or been under medicinal treatments 💊. Spiritually wired 🔮, but even normal conversations can sometimes feel like a personal attack to them 🥲. They get attached easily and letting go is a whole drama 💔. They love bragging about their life with you to friends and family 📢🥰 like you’re the center of their fairy-tale dream 🏡, white picket fence, two kids, the whole fantasy. When life gets heavy, you’ll find them crying under the sheets or in the shower quietly 💧🚿. Super into arts, DIYs, crafts 🎨🛠️ a true homebody until you drag them out, then boom, their wild adventurous side comes alive 🌍🔥.

Part 2 of this post will be about planets in 7th house for more info on spouse appearance and traits!

Wanna go deeper into the layers of your placements? DM me for a complete astrology reading or a 5 year/8 year marriage report or synastry reading🌙💬 and check out my pinned post for pricing + details 💫💸

Let’s decode your cosmic chaos together ⭐

[3n-vi-ous]

little things about the obey me cast

lucifer

The Mom Purse™

has everything you could possibly ever need in his bag (which he carries around everywhere)

probably enchanted it to hold more than its meant to

always has to have some kind of non-water drink- usually hot tea or coffee

will never admit to it but he loves those super sugary iced drinks that barely have any coffee in them

very little spice tolerance. keeps a straight face because his brothers will jump on it SO fast

wears gel liner and mascara (would be a super pretty crier because of it)

mammon

talks to himself out loud when he's alone. will have whole conversations

eats SO much junk food but somehow stays in good shape (insane metabolism + actually works out at the gym with beel when he has the time)

chronic over exaggerator

incredible spice tolerance, will totally make fun of lucifer should he find out about his lack thereof

doesn't know how to say no (as seen in the game)

sleeps with socks on because the bed sheets are bad sensory

leviathan

once watched human world brain rot for shits and giggles and now he cant get it out of his head

wants to test if cocomelon works on mammon (spoiler alert: it does)

squeaks when he does a big stretch

could absolutely wreck somebody's shit but never thinks to in actual situations

not shy, just socially inept and bitter. he chooses not to interact

reads the devildom version of ao3 near religiously

satan

HAS to sit cross legged or some non-conventional way

doesn't matter what he's sitting on. its happening

totally the type to sit on a couch or armchair upside down with his head hanging off

doesn't like acidic food/drinks, it makes his teeth feel weird

would watch wendigoon if introduced. i think he'd love video essays (mystery flesh pit, anyone?)

writes personal notes in glittery gel pen

asmodeus

has a perfectly organized pencil pouch for school

once got swarmed by devildom geese. worst day of his life

steals his brothers' clothes ('i have to show you how to style these things correctly!')

would never stoop so low as to go to the casino, but is better at poker than mammon

will lie with the straightest face

eats finger foods with a fork because he doesnt like grease on his hands

beelzebub

comically easy to scare

takes really bad notes, even when he pays attention

has won several fangol games for his team

weirdly good art. mostly does chibi style doodles inspired by whatever anime Leviathan last made him watch

would cover for any of his brothers if they committed a crime (if they would even get persecuted- they are political figures)

if obey me was a musical, beel would be the one asking why everybody is singing

very smell sensitive, dislikes strong hand soaps, deodorants, etc

belphagor

always has snacks on him, in his bag, in the attic, etc

this came around because of beel, ofc

additionally, always wearing cargo pants of some kind when he's not in pjs. loves pockets

can do some sick knife tricks

not too far from canon, but falls asleep in weird places. often falls asleep sitting up, and if it's the only quiet place he can find he will absolutely pass out in a closet

would bring his brothers to the back of spencer's for the lols

diavolo

takes very large steps, mostly due to his height, and is very hard to keep up with

adrenaline junky. what with his inherent power, it just really gets him going to feel like he's in danger

can't say a tongue twister to save his life

likes party games like cards against humanity

hums to himself a lot, stims with the vibrations

the only one who can reliably tell when asmo is lying

loves lucifer for his dog and his dog alone /j silly

sometimes convinces barbatos to teach him how to cook. knows how to make some simple stuff

barbatos

probably cracks his joints really loud

can beat you up but thinks he's above it

has his own fandom of people who've got the hots for him

lucid dreams all the time

has an in depth skincare routine. shares tips with asmo

probably watches people sleep sometimes

i think it'd be cute if he sewed or crocheted or something in his free time

mephistopheles

has really expensive cologne

very low alcohol tolerance. also only likes fruity drinks

rolls his eyes SO much for literally no reason. he's just a brat

his devilgram is full of pictures of his horses

never learned to drive. always either on horseback or is driven by a personal driver

secretly loves white girl music

great with kids, pretends to hate him but he loves his brother

would totally get bullied on roblox

simeon

smells like lavender

once swore in front of luke and damn near died of shame

paces a lot when he's in thought

gets very in the zone when he's writing, hates being interrupted

absolutely wakes up november 1st and decorates for christmas. its not even a religious thing, he just likes the aesthetic

probably wears a really fancy watch he got from lucifer or diavolo

i mean this is kind of already canon but simeon would fall for someone he finds worth it

luke

knows all the swear words. will never say a thing

needs a nightlight to sleep but would rather die than tell somebody

likes to sit on simeon's lap and show him devildom brain rot because simeon doesn't understand what he's looking at

cant pronounce 'comfortable'

got simeon and solomon to get him a pet fish after he saw henry 2.0

the best at hide and seek, will not be found by anybody short of barbatos

if he were to have a discord server it would be all bots because he likes to play with them

solomon

sleepwalker

has scared the ever living shit out of simeon and luke in the middle of the night cause he's standing there dead asleep in the kitchen

cant stand silence. usually playing music or talking out loud when alone

gestures a lot when speaking

would probably kick a vending machine if his food got stuck

it'd be really funny if he ever got hit by a bus

his room is a MESS. only cleans it for luke (he likes to hang out in there) or possibly mc

[pinkiedevv]

Borrowers Using Things as Other Things

So, I made that drawing where a borrower uses a leaf as an umbrella (here), and now here's a list of other items a borrower might 'misuse!'

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An acorn top = a hat

A hair elastic = a belt

A dish towel = an extra-large full-body towel XD

A handkerchief = a blanket

A sock = a sleeping bag

A beanie hat = a nest

A big ol' boot = another nest

A bunch of feathers = bedding for nest

A toothpick = a walking stick

A needle = a sword (fencing style??)

A thumbtack = a dagger

A fishing hook = a grapple

A piece of graphite = a pencil

A string = a rope (especially if twined into a thicker braid)

A string of floss = ... a waxy rope??

A toothbrush head = a brush (for pet mice?)

A nail file = a sanding board (for smoothing rough wood)

An old mouthwash lid = water storage container OR a laundry hamper

An empty lip balm tin = a (food) storage container

An ice cube tray = a multi-compartment storage bin

A bottlecap = a bowl/cup

A thimble = a flowerpot

A teacup = a bathtub

A shiny coin/button = a portrait/decoration

A watch = a wall clock

A ring = a crown

A bracelet = a decorative sash

A circlet earing = a necklace

A silver necklace = a long chain (for what?? idk?!? leash for mouse??)

A fork = a clothing hanger (on the prongs)

A match = a torch

A ruler = a height-measuring stick

A popsicle stick = a leg splint (kept tight with scotch tape)

An old Rubik's cube/children's block = a table

A pair of dice = a set of chairs

A paintbrush = a broom

Extra:

Whatever that little white plastic thing is called that comes on the center of a pizza sometimes and looks like a teeny table. Except now actually used as a table XD

(Also, I've got a Pt. 2 to this now)

[mery-cm99]

Death & you ~ Wally Clark (Chapter 2)

Masterlist

Description: Lana had always thought she had already lost all the people she had to lose. She was supposed to be able to have him forever. He's just her best friend, but he's her everything. That's why when fate took him away, Lana lost everything that tied her to life.

Pairing: Wally Clark x fem!OC

Warnings: Mention of death, trauma, wounds, homophobia (not from OC) and sad stuff in general (just my usual writting style). English is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. It might have same spoilers from the first season of School Spirits.

Ratings: Teens and up

Chapter: 2/?

Word Count: 1,091 words.

Lana had never felt like she belonged anywhere. She wasn't from Split River and her parents had never set foot there. But she and Victoria had moved to that town after the accident that had left her an orphan when she was just four years old. Still, it wasn't just that Lana had no roots in the physical place. The girl didn't even feel like she had anyone to call home. At least not until she was six. Victoria, her adoptive mother and best friend of her recently deceased birth mother, had decided they were going to move to Split River together to start a new life. Or to run away from the ghosts that had haunted them both for two years. So when the girl was five years old, four months shy of her sixth birthday, she had to face a new change: a new town, a new house, new neighbors, a new school... But the same loneliness. 

Split River Elementary School was filled with the laughter and shouts of children running through the halls, thrilled to be reunited with their friends after a long summer. Lana advanced among them with her backpack pressed against her chest, as if it were the shield of one of the knights in her favorite books. The shield that protected her from the rest of the world. She was walking silently beside Victoria, who was gently urging her along to keep her from stopping. The woman knew Lana didn't want to be there. Since she had adopted her, Lana didn't feel like doing anything but hiding in her blanket fort, which she had made in a corner of her new room, to read her books. She didn't want to go out to play, she didn't want to talk, she didn't want to eat... She wouldn't even accept the candy and chocolate the woman offered her to try to gain her trust.  But Victoria didn't want to be there either. The woman wanted time to turn back so she could stop her best friend from getting into that damn car. 

They both walked in silence, as they did most of the time. Lana hadn't talked much since she had lost her parents, and now that they had moved she talked even less. She had nothing to say. Everything was strange. Everything was new. And new, lately, just meant more change. 

Victoria walked her to the door that indicated it was the first grade classroom and bent down to her height to tuck a lock of hair behind the girl's ear. They looked into each other's eyes.

“You're going to do fine, honey,” the woman assured her quietly. "Just be yourself." 

Lana nodded wordlessly and walked into the classroom. All her new classmates were already sitting at their desks, talking among themselves. Little Lana approached the teacher, who smiled kindly at her before greeting her and instructing Lana to sit at the only empty table. Lana silently obeyed and sat where she was instructed. Her desk neighbor leaned across the table to get her attention. His hair was so black it looked as if he had absorbed the night sky, but his eyes shone like stars, even if they were the color of chocolate. Lana felt hungry. She missed chocolate. 

“Hello,” the boy greeted her with a mischievous smile and eyes full of curiosity. "I'm Wally."

Lana looked away and took out her blue notebook and pencil from her backpack. As she opened it, she still felt the boy's gaze silently watching her. A moment later she heard him laugh.

"Do you know that you look like a squirrel with that pout on your face?”

Lana turned to look at him, frowning even more.

"No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do!" Wally insisted, still laughing. "It's a good thing I like squirrels."

Lana opened her mouth to answer, but Wally clenched his hands around his face and puffed out his cheeks to resemble the animal. 

"I'm Lana, not a squirrel,” replied the little girl, still looking serious. 

"Lana the squirrel,” he said with a huge smile. 

And then, without being able to help it, Lana laughed. Wally had a very contagious laugh. What the boy didn't know was that this was the first time Lana had laughed since her parents had died. 

Lana hid among the shelves full of books. Her bathing suit was still damp, but this time it was uncomfortable. She was leaning against a shelf of books, but apparently the moisture from her clothes didn't reach them. Something strange, but Lana decided to ignore it. She had other things on her mind. Like that her lifeless body had been pulled out of the high school pool. It was still sinking in. She was shivering, but not exactly from the cold, and she started sobbing between her knees before she even comprehended what was happening. 

“Oh, Lana,” she heard someone say. She recognized the voice instantly, though it was impossible. She looked up and they both stared at each other in surprise. “Can you see me?” the boy asked in surprise. 

Hearing his voice again was what woke her up. “Wally,” she sobbed before jumping up and leaping into his arms. The boy greeted her even more confused.

“Can you touch me?” Lana let out a sadness-laden laugh, but nodded her head.  “How is that possible, Lan. What happened?"

Lan. She hadn't heard that endearment for three months.

“I came for a swim last night so I could think. The last thing I remember is relaxing in the water... But when I woke up there were a bunch of people, they were screaming... and it was me, Wally. The girl in the pool was me...” Wally hugged her tightly again when he understood what she was saying.

When Wally realized that she had calmed down, he let go of her just enough to look into her eyes. They were bloodshot, but still that brown color that looked like wet earth after the rain. It was her, his Lana. And she was there with him.

“I can't believe you can see me. That I have you here. You don't know how much I've missed you” the boy assured looking into his best friend's eyes. Lana laughed loudly.

“You really don't have a clue, Walls. These past three months have been torture.” she assured.

“I promised you I wasn't going anywhere, Lan. I've been here all along, waiting." Wally replied still holding her arms, as if he thought she would vanish if he didn't hold her.

[orange-cheetah]

Momose Takumi (桃瀬 匠) Character Profile

Bofurin | Zojo Unit Leader | 3rd Year

School: Furin High 3-3

Height: 150cm | Weight: 50kg | Birthday: 27 November | Constellation: Sagittarius | Blood type: A

Image colour: Tokiiro [#F3A696 - see below]

Likes: Drawing | Dislikes: Getting wet

Favourite food: Caramel | Disliked food: Myouga [Japanese ginger]

Fashion style: Stuff that feels bulky

Hobby: Going to various places to sketch

Favourite season: Spring | Favourite music genre: Vocaloid

Best subject: Art | Worst subject: English

Special skill: Drawing portraits

Dream: Wants to make a living by drawing

Recent W (or L): Was put in charge of the pictures in the pamphlets for the Market Street

Favourite place in Makochi: The school

What they always do in the morning: Maintenance of pencils

[masterlist]

[quinnyundertow]

The Cult Leader’s Quarry

TW: NSFW 18+ , canon typical violence, murder, stalking, self-harm

CHAPTER 3 NOOSE DRAWS TIGHTER

Your home is embarrassingly sparse. The furniture is clearly secondhand from some local goodwill or flea market. The items are all mismatched and of varying levels of quality but it’s obvious the current owner cares for everything. This is what they call house poor. You spend so much on rent that the rest of your aspects of life suffer. He expected nothing more from a pathetic monkey.

The late afternoon sun paints the room in this orange glow as Suguru Geto crosses your living area. He walks in an oddly ethereal style, his robes moving almost imperceptibly. He pauses to pick up some gaudy decorative items off your side tables. He peers at them briefly before moving to the small bookcase you own. It’s mainly filled with manga trash and fantasy drivel. Though a few authors catch his eye towards the bottom, Murasaki Shikoku, Sei Shonagon, Leo Tolstoy, Fukumi Shimura, Sun Tzu, Osamu Dazai. So you’re not as stupid as he thought. For a monkey that is. He plucks out the book Colors of a Mother by Fukumi Shimura. It's an unpretentious book with nothing on the blue cover but the title and author. Turning it over in his hands he studies it for a moment. He hadn’t seen any sign you had a child. What a strange reading choice. Without another thought he pockets the book in his robes.

He’s wasting time, who cares that the monkey can read the classics. Refocusing, he takes a small black device no bigger than a pencil’s eraser. Due to his naturally tall form he doesn’t need a step stool to simply apply the tiny camera to the kitchen’s smoke detector in a way that looks inconspicuous. If Satoru wanted to destroy his curses, Suguru would just have to utilize technology rather than sorcery. There’s this voice screaming in the back of his head that he’s wasting time away from his true objective of eradicating all non-sorcerers. Nothing that voice says now matters. He has isolated himself so completely from other adults these last two years. That something about you has him coming back for more. He will devour and disassemble you; but tonight just doesn’t feel right. Not now, he can’t wait for that moment really. But he needs something more from you first. He’s not sure yet what that thing is.

Continuing his tour of your home, he notes your bedroom is surprisingly childish. You have stuffed animals strewn around the room, a thick fluffy comforter and hanging string lights. He can’t help the tiny smile that creeps on his face at the idea of the corporate woman he’s seen sleeping here at night. Speaking of corporate women, you should be home any minute now. He quickly places a camera in your bedroom before entering the messiest room in the house so far, the bathroom. You had been in a rush this morning. A makeup bag lay on your sink. Taking up your perfume he sprays a little in the air just to get a whiff. A shiver runs through him as he takes the scent in. He decides he wants to play a game with you. He picks up your toothbrush and sets it down in the opposite way you had it before. Would you notice? There’s a wall vent in the bathroom the perfect height for a voyeur's camera. He easily pops off the cover to set his camera inside when he can’t help but freeze. There’s already a camera inside the vent. It’s an older clunkier model that can’t stream but it can certainly be programmed to run at certain hours and record during them.

He feels his blood thrumming loud in his ears. Who has been spying on you? You’re his quarry, his target, his prey. Who was infringing on his territory? He barely hears your key in the front door lock before he applies his camera into a different area and leaves the older model for now. He slats the vent home and flicks off the bathroom light as you enter the main room. You’re all sighs as you shuffle around the kitchen and dining room. He’s sure you’ll have to pee soon and slips into your tub shower and stands behind the curtain.

The fact that you could find him here. Or that he could jump out and be on top of you at any second has him feeling a new type of elation he never had before. All his nerve endings are on fire as the bathroom light flicks on. The navy shower curtains is dark enough to obscure his figure. You give another long sigh and the intimate noises that follow give him an instant boner. You’re peeing while thinking you're alone. He isn’t even able to enjoy the full experience as he’s instantly is reminded of the other camera in the vent. He needs to take care of that. The idea that someone else is taking advantage of your private moments, the ones meant only for him, is going to drive him mad.

There’s the sound of your clothes hitting the floor and Suguru has an anticipatory knot his throat. One of your dainty hands reaches blindly into the shower and turns the water on. The cold water blasts his clothes but he barely feels it beneath his racing pulse. If you see him here it’s game over for you. He will either have to kill you or force you into a state where you are unable to tell anyone.

His breathing is picking up but the sound of the shower is masking it. When you step past the shower’s billowing curtain he’s going to grab you by the shoulders and slam you into the shower wall. He’ll let the freezing water spray you down. Your skin will erupt into goosebumps while your nipples harden painfully. You’ll be so terrified-

There’s a noise as you leave the bathroom. You must have forgotten something in your bedroom. Despite the fantasy's allure he exits the bath quickly. He isn’t ready for this new game to end yet.

He’s creeping to the bathroom exit when he sees a pair of your used panties at the top of your dirty clothes pile. He doesn’t even hesitate a moment before he swiftly pockets them. Geto is out of your apartment and riding the elevator to the first floor before you even return to the bathroom.

The longer he walks down the streets the more his mind works itself up into a frenzy. His consciousness is in turmoil. Why hasn’t he killed you yet? Is he getting weak? Is his resolve really that shaky? He pauses at a crosswalk on his journey to the train station. A monkey approaches him from the sidewalk. Her hips are swaying and hair is meticulously styled, “Hey handsome, looking-“ her spiel is interrupted by screams as the curse he let loose melts away her features until she’s no more than a mummified husk. He continues walking when the crosswalk indicates he’s safe to and ignores all the hysterical bystanders who just saw that monkey spontaneously combust.

So he isn’t weak, he didn’t feel anything when he murdered that woman. If anything he feels relief that one more monkey will no longer be on this planet. So you are his problem. Oddly enough that irritates him more. He pulls out the soft pink panties he had stolen off your floor. He holds them tightly in his fist as his jaw works in annoyance. He’s going to throw them into the next trash bin he passes. The entire walk home, bin after bin goes by and his grip on your cloth only tightens.

He’s doing mental gymnastics in order to justify not throwing them away. They were his reward; his trophy for his troubles. No one needed to know where it was from. He was the master of his own universe; he could do what he wished.

When he finally arrives home and locks the office door behind him his grip loosens. His fingers are slightly cramped from the extended vice grip they were held in. Little crescent moons dot the palm of his hand from his nails pressure. In a way he felt like a giddy teen once again doing something forbidden. He and Satoru had stolen panties before as a dare. This somehow felt far more satisfying.

Opening his hands he spread the cloth to view the whole article. It was cute, soft, and slightly stained at the crotch. Did someone turn you on today or were you naturally this wet? He couldn’t help but shiver as he lifted the garment to his face. He presses the softness to his cheek and inhales deeply the musky scent of you. His eyes roll back in his head as he continues to breathe you into him. He can’t wait to spread your thighs and get it from the source. Looking at the slightly damp crotch he tentatively licks, and then sucks at the fabric. There’s not enough there to taste your essence but the fact that your pussy dripped on this spot for hours today is enough to drive him wild.

He’s slipping open his robes. He doesn’t need to totally remove them to pull out his rock hard member. His tip is a furious scarlet with pearls of precum drooling from it. He’s rougher with himself than he normally would be. Your panties are pressed to his face so he can smell you all around him. He milks himself harshly and unforgivingly. He’s jerking himself to a fucking monkey. Ensuring he doesn’t enjoy the process as much as he could, he squeezes himself in a way that he will likely show bruises tomorrow. At the moment of his climax he releases his twitching cock. Slumping against the door he whimpers as he ruins his own orgasm. His hips are bucking in want, wishing for that gentle attention found in the afterglow. As long as he’s lusting over this damn monkey he doesn't intend to allow himself any real relief.

~~

It’s Thursday evening and you have been absolutely swamped at work this week. Your boss is genuinely a nice guy but when he’s getting reamed out by the higher powers, you and Zoe end up having to help with whatever unreasonable request is handed down. Instead of leaving around six both of you had pulled a late one tonight only leaving after ten PM.

The two of you sat in a smaller mom and pop restaurant, the tables on the floor are surrounded by cushions for seating. A half eaten massive bowl of ramen sits in front of you, along with an almost complete third beer. You are somewhat decent at holding your alcohol but tonight it’s hitting a little harder than normal and you are basking in that feeling.

Your attention is jerked up when Zoe slams her second beer down looking satisfied. Unlike you, Zoe cannot hold her alcohol at all and is generally reduced to a good natured giggly drunk by the evening’s end.

You're pushing around some noodles before putting them in your mouth with a lament, “What’s the buddhist version of hell.”

Zoe cackles, “We’re probably already in it. Look around you, ain’t it swell.” Suddenly a pair of chopsticks are pointing directly at your face just an inch away from your nose. Guessing you are thinking about your encounter with that monk earlier this week she continues, “You need to let that shit go. Didn’t you go past his temple when you saw him the second time? If anything, you're the stalker at this point.” Zoe eyes closed, is nodding to herself now as if someone else has made a really good point in the conversation.”

You pout heavily picking up a fishcake experimentally before putting it back into your bowl. “I wasn’t thinking about him and I didn’t call him a stalker..”

There’s a shuffling beside your booth as the third and final party member stumbles back from the restroom. He’s a lanky guy, his legs go on forever as he awkwardly sits back beside Zoe. “Let’s not use our chopsticks to point at others.” He chides lightly, tapping her arm.

Staring at her arm still stretched across the table Zoe reluctantly puts it down with a frown. “Y/N needed a scolding because she thinks she's got beef with a Buddhist Monk.”

You wave your hands quickly in embarrassment gesturing for Zoe to shut up. Unfortunately, all that did was grab your bosses interest even more. You quickly try to dissuade that interest. “I’m overreacting, really. I just ran into this monk two times and each time he just stared down like I spit on Buddha.”

Your boss tilts his head. He tends to take things seriously and apparently this would be no different. He raises a pale hand with bitten down fingernails; to rub the side of his hooked nose. “A Monk? Are they one of those culty types out of that former time association building?”

You gape up at him, which gains you an awkward but pleased smile in return, “Higuruma, how did you know that?”

He laughs under his breath so the motion is there but not the noise, “I make it my business to know what’s going on around here. I haven’t felt inclined to go to a service myself as it’s all mumbo jumbo hogwash but I’ve heard a man in monk's robes runs the place and has a decent following so far. His followers proclaim he can perform healing miracles.”

Zoe’s listening attentively despite being totally smashed and leaning against the wall for support, “Eugh, gross. Y/n, maybe walk on the opposite side of the street from now on.”

You nod at Zoe’s comment, “I have been and that seems to have worked.”

Your boss Higuruma Hiromi tilts his head to the side while watching you, “Did he say something to harass you?”

Your face is totally flushed with humiliation at this point. You are clearly overreacting and Higuruma’s kindness is just slamming that point home, “No he hasn’t said a word to me, please don’t concern yourself.”

Your boss waves for the check while mulling everything over, “You're not exactly one for theatrics. Let me know if something changes, we had better head out now if we want to make the last trains home.”

Unlike most corporate drinking, it didn’t feel forced at all when you were both invited out by Higuruma. He was unassuming and sincere, kept his private life to himself and never overstepped work boundaries like so many other men did in the workplace.

Exiting out into the cool air you watched pretty little puffs waft by from your exhales. The sidewalk was surprisingly busy considering the hour. Ahead of you Zoe gives a bit of a stagger causing you to giggle as Higuruma shakes his head in an affectionate manner before putting his arm through hers to give her balance. You can’t help but smile lightly at their backs. They would make a cute couple.. then again you didn’t even know if Higuruma was single.

It was at that point a chill went up your spine. Goosebumps rippled down your limbs and you reflexively pulled your arms to you and rubbed yourself to keep warm. You felt this undercurrent of unease, a creeping anxiety, like a predator was stalking you from the bushes. You keep walking with your group but you couldn’t help looking over your shoulder trying to see what gave you that ominous feeling. You aren’t the tallest person in the world but you figure a man in monk's robes would stick out like a sore thumb…..a man in monks robes? Why would you assume it was that monk again? You are really being weird about this whole thing. There was absolutely no one behind you that was paying you any mind. You need to stop drinking if this is how it affects your anxiety.

You turn to catch up with your group and when you do dark blue and gold catch your eye across the street. On the opposite side of the road walks the man who has been haunting your thoughts lately. The way he strolls down the sidewalk is as if he has nothing else in the world to do. Not only is he on the wrong side of the street but he’s still behind you by a block or so and isn’t even looking your way. Yet the goosebumps remain.

You turn and rush forward, bumping interesting others in order to catch up with your small group. Once within talking distance you realize there’s nothing for you to say. The man is simply existing and you’re freaking out. He’s probably on his way back to his temple which is on the way to the station. The level of panic you feel thrumming through your veins is uncalled for. You decide to stay closer to your group, feigning being unaffected, as you try with all your might not to look over your shoulder anymore to see if he’s still there.

“That’s the place right?” Higuruma nods, talking over his shoulder to you. You finally allow yourself to turn but instead of stopping at the temple’s building you're looking further back trying to find that man again walking along the sidewalk. Your gaze goes from person to person with no luck. He’s no longer on the sidewalk and you overreacted again. The guy in question probably entered his “workplace”. Higuruma watches you, puzzled as you look further behind the place for a moment and then give him your assent.

“Yeah.. that’s the place he was standing outside of when his cocksure buddy spilled my coffee and then asked me out to replace it.”

Zoe gave a fit of giggles at that, “Some men have no tact. Is it safe to assume you said no?”

You can’t help but blush at her correct assumption, “Kind of? I think. I don’t know, I ran like hell when I saw that Monk standing there all pissy.” Your group is crossing the street at an intersection close to the subway system. You can’t help but feel relief as the building fades from sight.

Zoe is leaning against Higuruma who is trying to keep a straight face as he holds her up under her arm. He fails when her next words are, “Maybe he just needs to get laid. God knows you do y/n.”

Your older boss chokes and has a minor coughing fit at the topic change, “Allllright Zoe, you’ve lost your talking privileges.” You’re scanning all three of your train passes as you head down a long group of stairs.

Zoe decides to ignore the memo and continues, “I am not judging, I need to get laid too. That’s why we’re going clubbing tomorrow evening. You can come too but you gotta loosen up a little guruma.”

His face is bright red and he looks like he's regretting everything that brought him to this point in his life. “I’ll go ahead and pass on that one Miss Zoe. I'm a little old for clubbing..also not really sure that’s appropriate as I’m your superior..”

The station is bustling with people trying to get home before the last train at midnight. There’s that loud overhead beeping letting you know the train you need is about to leave the station and the three of you race into the car and into a row of sideways seats. You couldn’t help but enjoy Zoe giving your boss the third degree. You had thought he was attractive and tried to hit on him for a while after being hired, to no avail. The man took his job as a defense attorney way too seriously for a woman to distract him.

The banter is natural and amusing as the two bicker lightly over things that don’t matter. You find yourself laughing lightly, just letting the booze marinate in you as the train leaves the station and moves towards your home. You are the second to last stop while Zoe is two before you. “Are you even able to get home safely Zoe?”

Your friend nods before flexing her arm, “You dare doubt me?” she gives a shit eating grin as Higuruma eyes her skeptically.

“I think I’ll walk Miss Zoe home. Just to be sure.” He mutters. If it was anyone other than Higuruma Hiromi you would never allow your girlfriend to be walked home by a man alone. But this man had an ironclad code of conduct and was one of those rare people you felt you could trust with your life. He sees the absolute worst of humanity every day. Trying to defend the innocent in cases that are labeled unwinnable. Sometimes his code of ethics is all he can rely on at the end of the day.

Nodding you let your body be gently jostled by the train car.’You aren’t exactly excited to be going home yourself. In fact, everyday this week you seem to dread it a little more. It had gotten to the point where you practically begged the complex's maintenance group to change your locks yesterday.

Little things had been around everyday this week. Your toothbrush, placed opposite of how you normally left it. Your makeup bag left unzipped with the smell of your perfume in the air. Those two were odd but could be explained as thoughtlessness.

Then came the harder things to explain. When collecting your dirty laundry to take to the communal washroom your dirty panties were nowhere to be found. You scoured the whole apartment trying to prove to yourself that you had just accidently left them in an odd spot to no avail. The straw that broke the camel's back was when you woke yesterday morning. One of your kitchen chairs had been pulled into your bedroom while you slept and was left for you to find facing your bed.

Once your heart was out of your throat and you could breath without hyperventilating you called the maintenance crew to get a fresh lock. That way if the landlord had lied about changing the locks before you moved in and/or had lost a spare key. It would be handled. While it isn’t a big change, you 're happy with the fact that you took initiative and got it done.

The train ride is short as you doze in your seat. Something about the warmth of the train car and the close proximity of friends gave you this sense of invulnerability. When the overhead announcer pages Zoe’s stop you look over to see Higuruma struggling with Zoe’s dead weight. You laugh at his face as the two leave the train. The doors close after a moment and the steady rhythm once again picks up. Your eyes are falling shut a little longer every time you blink. That is until an eerily familiar voice emanates from the seat directly in front of you, “Are you trying to be victimized?”

Chapter 2 —————————————Chapter 4

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[softshuji]

You and Hanma make a note of your heights when you first move into your apartment.

You're like kids, giggling as you reach above his head to mark it on the kitchen doorframe, a whopping 6'4 that you can just about reach and even then - only on your tip toes. Childishly, he bends down to mark with a pencil where your head touches the frame and you playfully jab his abdomen when he laughs and says 'How do you manage to be this short?'

Decorating takes weeks, months in fact, Between your job and his, the little time you have for homeware shopping- and even still, neither of you are rich enough to have the apartment decked out the way you'd like. You're both young, starting out even and you think this might be the best part, being able to watch him grow and change, small tidbits of furniture here and there, some bought at second hand stores, because you're much more frugal than he is and neither of you care as long as it's for your own home. You save a lot, though your priorities are somewhat different.

He likes to spend on you. Cute dates, flowers, clothes and most of what he earns goes just like that, on you and the dresses and jewelry you make comments about while you're out. He never misses it, and even though you chastise him often for needlessly spending on you, you know this is how he does it, shows his love.

You look at it every day. The little mark you've made on the doorframe, even as it greys, even as it weathers over the months as they lean towards winter and then spring. Maybe it is childish, maybe you don't care either. And you watch him cycle through the various styles, various changes. His hair as it grows longer, a little more boyish and framing his face, the baggy shirts he exchanges for suits sometimes when he leaves for work in the morning.

'Be safe okay?' you say at the door, like as if it'll change anything by itself. You lean up to kiss him, his hand titled 'sin' around your neck, and yours cupping his cheeks and then he is gone, and you wave and watch him leave, backing away from the apartment with the briefcase in the passenger seat.

Sometimes you wonder how the time passes like this. One day you're moving in, and the next your apartment has a fully functioning kitchen-painted and decorated, the little lines on the doorframe now withered to a faded grey under the white gloss paint. To say you're proud of the two of you would be an understatement, especially when you remember at what little you started with.

'I'm home Princess,' he says later and passes through the doorway of the kitchen, where you turn from the sink to him, drying your hands before you melt inevitably in his arms. He is cold, his hands are chilly when they slide under your shirt and you shiver when they rest on the grooves in your back as he takes you in, your warmth seeping into his bones. You have a habit of staying like that for the first five minutes. Needy kisses that turn hotter and heavier, you shrugging his jacket off to roam your touch over his chest- as if you hadn't seen him a few hours ago, as if it's been forever. Maybe because it has.

'Miss me Sweetheart?' he says between breaths, between soft sighs and eager kisses, his hands resting on your hips and pulling you flush against him in the doorway.

'Nah, don't know what gave you that idea,' you say, pulling open his tie, and tossing it onto the sofa for later before resting your cheek on his chest, the rhythmic thump of his heart now beating on your skin.

'Mhm, sure, the evidence suggests otherwise Pretty Girl.' And he runs a hand from the crown of your head to the dip in your shoulders, holding you tight and against him, where he believes you belong.

'Well your evidence is full of-' You pause, your eyes narrowing shrewdly, your gaze lifting from the little mark on the door, to where a curl of his hair grazes a few centimetres above it. 'You're joking...'

'What? What is it?'

'You're kidding me. Are you actually getting taller?' you say aghast, your lips parting, your jaw dropping in a shocked pout.

He raises an eyebrow in amusement, the amber hue of his eyes flitting from the grey and weathered pencil line on the doorframe to you, still leagues shorter than him. 'oh? Maybe I am, so what? Is there an issue with that Princess?' And he leans over the doorway until your crowded underneath his arm, the shadow of him swallowing the light till you're backed against the doorframe.

'N-no, I mean yes there is! Stop being so tall, I'm going to need a stepladder to kiss you soon.' You huff and cross your arms, and he relishes in how much you shrink under him like that, the soft tremble of your lips that bleeds excitement and anticipation.

'Don't worry, I'll make sure to crouch for you, I know it's hard being so small.'

'God you're so horrible, maybe Draken was right to beat you up nearly 50 times, he wouldn't treat me like this,' you say and roll your eyes for effect, biting your lip to suppress a smirk at how his grin twitches.

'Oh yeah?' He closes a hand around your throat before pulling you flush to him, a lean that closes the distance between your lips before he's sealing them in a heated kiss, his tongue swiping at yours before pulling away when he hears a soft moan. 'Would Draken do that too Sweetheart?'

You blink, your thoughts scattered, a feverish sweat licking across your skin. 'Mhm, maybe not. Never mind, you're forgiven but you're on thin ice!' you say, a finger pointed in his direction, and cursing yourself at how quickly your body betrays you with him, how it chooses him time and time again.

He laughs, presses a kiss to your cheek before wandering to the fridge and strangely enough, somehow, you wonder at how you'll have to fix the strange little marks on the doorframe tomorrow.

I'm sorry, the idea took over and I had to get it out, I was going a bit insane mayhaps. i love him sm i wanna punch him in the face

[art-tnt]

It's may be an odd question but do you think you could maybe post a couple tips of anatomy and/or proportion that helped you sometime? I notice I have a hard time learning from videos or guides, but sometimes when I learn on my own or hear someone else's personal experience it just clicks and it's nice.

I know this may sound strange, but for me it was a class I took with Matt Faulkner, who had a very refreshing approach to mark making and drawing from life. We did have a live model, and drawing people from life teaches you two important things that books cannot: textbook anatomy is idealized, not everybody will look like that and foreshortening and perspective are things that are easier to see in person (at least, for me they were).

As you draw things like that over and over, you will build a mental library that will help you draw those tougher perspectives from imagination. I still use a reference, because the human body can bend and distort in a lot of ways and I am nowhere near having all of that memorized, and WE DON’T HAVE TO! If it gets committed to memory, great! But artists should never feel shame from using a reference because that is how we learn and that is how we improve. Even professionals use a reference.

The mark making that Matt taught us was a little different than some of the other classes I had been through in the past. I typically would draw a human with basic shapes and a “wire-frame” skeleton for my foundational rough sketch, but Matt would have us start drawing our figures with different lines. Contour lines, is just drawing the outside of what you’re observing, while periodically flashing your eyes at the paper. Blind contour would have us looking only at our subject and drawing what we were seeing without ever picking up the pencil (some of these actually turn out pretty cool).

Volumetric drawing was the one that I had never come across before. Matt uses a lot of crosshatching and volume lines in his work. See the below example:

The way this applies to anatomy is that his way of volumetric drawing is helpful in finding the space that your figure takes up. Sometimes Matt would have us draw our figure with ONLY volumetric lines. It would look like a tornado person, but this practice wasn’t to make something visually appealing, it was to help us train our brain and our eyes to see the volume. In that volumetric study we would be wrapping lines in a width and curvature that followed the subject. Here is a visual example of a volumetric drawing by Monika Zagrobelna that shows what I mean:

The volumetric drawing helps to grasp how much space something takes up, whereas the wire-frame doesn’t really convey that kind of information. A lot of people reference the Andrew Loomis books and Figure Drawing For All It’s Worth [ISBN: 978-0857680983] is a good resource to learn from. But Loomis does idealize the standard figures in his works and books. I am not saying don’t draw like him! There is nothing wrong with his style! Just don’t fall into the assumption that every body type will align exactly with the proportions and measurements that he covers. For example, he usually has a standard height that male and female figures are drawn at and certain points where knees are expected to reach and other body part milestones:

It is a guideline, and it is useful, but I found that the best exercise that you can do is to do a study on separate pages. No one taught me this, I just did it out of curiosity to see how it would go. Set one aside for male and one for female. First, draw your standard Loomis figure, then get five other male/female reference photos (or drawn from life if you can) of people with different body types. Try drawing them from observation and see how much of the Loomis concept applies to them. You’ll find that you can bend a lot of the Loomis ideas to fit, but you have to throw out some things entirely in order to accurately portray your subject (like the number of heads tall something has to be, or posture, for example).

Hopefully, despite that being a little long-winded of me, you found this experience helpful? Everyone learns differently, so I feel your struggle. I am a big visual learner and need to see what is happening with something to understand it. I also learn best by struggling. So what were the “aha” moments for me, may not necessarily work for another, but it is here if you can find any value or use in it.

[brights-place]

Branch x country rock troll

Branch X Country Rock! S/O

Pairings: Branch X Reader

Warnings: Country Slang, Fluff, Angst, and Mild swearing

A/N: Sorry for the late post I've been kind of busy hon! anyways take the request! <33

- Branch was following poppy to help get the cows that they had lost from pop village and poppy new one perosn Delta Dawn who could help them! - That's when you two first met of course, The country architecture makes use of natural colors with patchwork fabrics, using of a lot of wood and natural structures like cactuses being in common use. Colors tend to be beige, with use of sandy colors like yellow, pale orange and brown as the air smelled like BBQ and an mix of smell of spring, wild flowers, primroses and bluebells, honeysuckle, and blackthorn. - Delta nodded listening to poppy as branch raised an brow when hearing Delta call behind her to an F/C Troll fitting with all the other trolls... Well to poppy (name) did but to branch he couldn't help but purse his lips - As soon as you now stood beside Delta Dawn you chuckled smirking tipping your cowboy hat towards Branch who froze staring at you - "It's darn good ta see some awful new folk!" you said laughing crossing your arms beside Delta who rolled her eyes playfully "Meet my friend (name) queen poppy... They are the best roper in our town" Delta said placing an hand on your shoulder as you chuckled "Done heard y'all fancy pop trolls need some help" poppy squealed as branch eyes you suspiciously

- Branch didn't trust you for a bit but he can't believe eyeing your figure. - You looked like the common Country Troll you had the basic troll body type from the waist upwards, save their choice of attire, with the lower half of their bodies being that of a horse, complete with hooves and tails.  - He noticed you have large front teeth at the front of their upper jaw and either rounded or pointy ears. Your hair was puffy, but does stick up. They tend to have a beigetone coloration. -Your Colors vary per individual and they either wear full-body outfits that cover everything but their head, hooves and tail, though some are seen wearing typical 10 gallon cowboy hats and trucker caps, or just a jacket or shirt around their chest area. Their legs are quite small, and their overall body tends to be the biggest part of their physical build, with a lot of it taken up by their centaur-like part. Their upper area often is comparable to other Trolls despite this, and isn't much different in size at all. Despite the differences, they physically stand about the same height as other Trolls from head to feet, though their overall size is smaller due to how they keep their hair. At first glance, they all appeared friendly but you? He couldn't help but pause - "Ain'tcha pretty as a peach" You said bending down towards him as his eyes wiened gone from his thoughts as he raises an brow as you chuckle lightly - When you three left to help Poppy asked you everything about yourself which you laughed an enjoyed unaware that Branch was noting all the information down... He didn't know why but he just did - But when poppy asked about your genre of country you told her you wrote country rock which branch was invested in asking you about it out of nowhere taking out an note book and pencil from his hair as you explained to him. - "Country rock is a style of music that fuses traditional country music with rock 'n' roll. While country rock bears close resemblance to some folk rock and rockabilly, it is considered a genre unto itself!" you explained with an smile as Branch nodded - After helping them out and he couldn't help but watch you easily lasso all the missing cows back towards the fenced area - He couldn't help but be fascinated about how you appreciate the simpler things in life like natural beauty and spending time with those you cared for.

- Would listen to your Country rock songs and how you were able to mix the two together - You told him how The Country Trolls love Country music, and their life is one big shindig. Although all of you appear friendly at first, these Trolls can be mistrusting towards strangers, especially towards Trolls of other Tribes, and can show aggression like before they made peace - You told him that Country Children might be expected to work from the moment they're born by their parents. The typical Country Troll is simple and laid-back, but can be highly-strung when angered or things go wrong. - He wanted to be one of those people he didn't know why but he needed. - They also have a strong sense of family and community, and value traditional values. - Dating you had given branch and small break of pop trolls as when he goes hanging out with you. - Branch soon started to hangout with you on the country side when he gets to sick of everybody - He likes to sit on this tree beside you as he talks about his interests and plans he had about safety that you listened to as you tuned your guitar

- You two would start visiting each other more then usual some times staying over at eachothers people starting to suspect your dating - Branch learns country slang and had gotten used to your accent was wheezing and laughing when you curse someone out who seemed rude - He fell first and you fell harder for him

- You two would confess to each other when you made an new country rock song - he's been tryiing to confess for awhile but gave up last minute so when he was lucky and relaxed he confessed. He's so romantic and would confess to you with an huge relaxed face as you turn into an flustered mess "Heavens To Betsy! Branch" You said laughing covering your face abit

- You too would officially date after like 5 dates

- when you two are together and your speaking in slanged words in annoyance or arguing with someone. Poppy and the other pop trolls have to turn to eachother then turn to branch who has to explain with an bored expression about teh slang words or go to other country trolls who were chuckling at the scene. - You love eachother so much and when he takes you to meet his family for the first time in ever... it was whoa... so much

- When he introduced you to his brothers your jaw dropped so fast your boyfriend was in the famous boy band but you didnt care and just kissed his cheek - You would call him by weird southern pet names like baby, sweetheart, precious, buttercup, princess, love bug. The list could go on. You loves how flustered he gets whenever you call him any of these names.

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[pictureinme]

i can i request kitten x bimbo!reader going shopping together? maybe even doing each others makeup? i’m so in love with her

thank u so much for such a cute request ;-; i focused on the shopping here, but makeup sesh is def in the works... >:)

bubblegum

patricia ‘kitten’ braden x f!bimbo!reader word count: ~1k tags: established relationship, suggestive themes, flirting, overdescribing of clothing as per usual

(ao3)

The clacking of heels on pavement, accompanied by continuous giggling, was like music to you and Kitten’s ears. You two walk side by side on the Downtown thoroughfare, ogling at whatever individual strikes your shared fancies.

“Did you see the way he looked at you, darling?” Kitten covers her mouth with a manicured hand, smiling. “He definitely liked what he saw.”

“Oh, you might be right! However,” you lean close to her ear, breath hot, “That fellow that just walked by us was thinking something just awful about you, Kitten dear.”

“Is that so?” She looks at you coyly, hips swaying just a little bit more exaggerated than usual, “I didn’t know you were a mind-reader! What am I thinking now, then?”

You pout your lips, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, “You’re thinking… about how badly you want to buy that Pucci scarf!”

Pointing towards the shop window beside you both, the two of you laugh.

“By God, you’re right, (Y/N)! We simply must go in, it’s fate, no?”

Nodding quickly, you walk in together, being met with stares from cashiers and shoppers alike. You’re dressed in a simple light pink jumpsuit, zipped down ever so slightly to reveal a hint of your chest, and your height is practically doubled by your deeper pink platforms. Kitten was dressed just as lovely as you, if not more understated comparatively: flared denim overalls, with a white peasant top underneath.

“Love, do you think they’ll notice if we nick anything?” Kitten whispers to you, her smirking obvious.

“You have really got to get used to having money, dear,” You strut through the store and pick up a houndstooth pencil skirt, “No more of that talk, now how does this look on me?”

She smiles widely, barely holding back a laugh, “Absolutely horrid, let me see that.”

After a quick back and forth about who rocked it better, the two of you eventually find your arms full of clothing to try on. Making your way to the dressing rooms, you both enter the same one, which didn’t come as a surprise. You both needed immediate opinions on the items you chose.

Kitten quickly undoes her overall clasps, and you bite your lip as you see her cute little knickers, “God, you never fail to amaze me, Kitty.”

“Call me ‘Kitty’ again, I’ll kick you,” she pulls on a plaid miniskirt, “And trust me, I know.”

You unzip your jumpsuit fully, revealing that you’re wearing not a thing underneath. Her eyes practically bulge out of her skull, but she quickly shakes the truly dirty thoughts from her head. Acting as if nothing is amiss, you turn around to pull on some rather tight leather pants, maneuvering your hips in a rather hypnotic way toward Kitten.

“Good Lord, (Y/N)...”

Smirking as you finally fit the buttons together, you spin around, “Something catch your eye, dear?”

“Maybe,” Kitten’s hands trace your curves, leaving goosebumps in her wake on your chest, “You’ll see when we get home.”

You perk up at her words, debating whether or not you should eat her out right then, “Little tease!”

“Says you!”

Kitten pulls away, her touch still lingering on your bare skin. You stick your tongue out and reach down to try on the Hermès sweater with a cutout in the chest that had been tantalizing you for weeks now. It was baggy, but coupled with the leather bootcuts, you felt unstoppable.

Turning around, you see Kitten smoothing down a Pucci dress, with billowing sleeves and patterned with green-blue swirls, typical of the brand. She looked like she stepped right off the runway, and your heart fluttered.

“We certainly shifted towards different styles, hm?” Kitten spins around in her dress, showing just how flowy the garment was. She looks you up and down, under the guise of reviewing your outfit, “That hugs your body just right, (Y/N). I adore it.”

“And I love our ever-changing aesthetics,” you watch her smile grow as she looks at herself in the mirror, “You look amazing, darling. If you don’t buy that, I will!”

Kitten pulls you towards her by your belt loops, biting her lip and staring down your shared reflection. “Look at us, (Y/N). Aren’t we so perfect together?”

“I have to agree, pretty kitty,” grabbing her ass rather harshly, you both laugh, “I think we have to be the hottest couple in this country.”

Nipping at your neck softly, she hums, “There’s no way around it, we have to buy all of these clothes, don’t we?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you kiss the top of her head, hand still on her behind, “We have to show everybody just how good we look together.”

Even as quickly as you two tried on every article you brought in, it still took an hour in the changing room. Multiple times, a clerk knocked rather sharply to inform you of the time, but they couldn’t exactly pull you out in such states of undress.

You both strut out, leaving no garments behind, and leaving surrounding customers stunned at how exactly you could afford such a plethora of items. Kitten seemed more nervous than you were, but money can do all the talking, so neither of you have to.

The cashier cleared her throat as you two placed your items on the counter, “You going to pay for all that then?”

Kitten steps behind you as you roll your eyes, “Duh. You think we’re like… destitute or something?”

Fancy words, accompanied by your attire, always gave them pause. You hand her your credit card, and she hesitantly puts it in the machine. Acting as if you were the most annoyed person on the planet, the transaction goes fairly fast, and without issue.

“Thank you for shopping with us, ladies.”

The two of you haul your various shopping bags out of the store, laughing all the while.

“How much even was all that, (Y/N)?” Kitten leans against the telephone pole, lighting a cigarette.

“I have no idea, and I don’t want to know until my statement comes in, or the company tears down our door!”

After taking a drag, she passes you the now-lit cigarette, “Now how exactly are we gonna haul this 10 blocks back to our flat?”

[a-student-out-of-time]

Did you heard it? Creator of tetro Danganronpa got accused using ai Generated art

//Yeah, I heard, and I think it's a very stupid attempt at drumming up controversy.

//I don't believe it because:

People say all kinds of things online without evidence. You can accuse anyone of anything and it really doesn't matter if you can't back it up with anything substantive.

AI Bros all have a similar vibe to them, and they will defend the concept come hell or high water. I've yet to see anyone who uses AI art without also propping it up like the best thing ever, and that no artist with a pencil could match it.

I've never seen anything about the art in TDP that suggests AI was involved. For one, it's always primarily been an auditory medium, so the visuals are mostly going to be secondary and thus fairly understated. Even then, the way the characters are drawn is very consistent with a single person's art style. Unless there's hard evidence, no amount of nitpicking and rumination is going to prove anything. Imperfect art, simple art, and AI art are not the same things.

Vonbabbitt has posted line art that matches with what they've drawn. Not every artist keeps their line art- I know I don't a lot of the time- but even just one example seems pretty solid to me.

The fact that this comes out when TDP is at the height of its popularity, and Tetro Danganronpa Blue is on the horizon? That feels too coincidental to me.

//There's also the fact that this came on the heels of a much more serious controversy with a streamer I used to follow. One which had hard evidence from multiple sources of betrayal, sabotage, manipulation and just general nastiness behind the scenes. And when it all came to light, they tried to push all responsibility onto others and could not take a shred of accountability. I'm not gonna go into it, but if you know, you know.

//So seeing all that, and then hearing about this? Yeah, it just feels like a weak attempt at damaging someone's credibility at the height of their popularity. If there's no hard and irrefutable evidence, that's all I can see it as.

//Don't believe everyone who posts a google doc.

[lotsofsq]

HEIGHT CHART!!! i love charts!!

this includes my headcanons for height, age, and appearance at the time of book 3 TPD. plus’s an eyeball close up :)

[IDs copied on alt text: four images, three are colored close ups of; the four kids, mr benedict and his older daughters, and mccracken mr curtain and sq. the fourth is a long image with sketches of all of them in a row.

first a colored drawing of the four kids, standing against lines of one foot intervals.

kate is 5’4 and 15, she is standing with her hands on her hips, coping constance who is doing the same, and is wearing a white and red striped shirt, jeans, and red sneakers. her red bucket is attached at the hip. she has long blonde hair in a high ponytail, and light skin. the closeup on her eye shows it is mirthful and a murky blue color. her eyebrows are thick but blonde.

constance is 3’6 and 5, she is also standing hands on hips but with a grumpy expression. she is wearing a yellow and red dress over blue leggings and has on red rain boots, she has a red hair clip and her globe necklace. her hair is very light and whispy and her skin is pale but rosy, the eye closeup shows her eyes are small and very light blue.

sticky is 5’1 and 14, he is standing straight and is wearing a blue sweater with a white color and white pants. his head is bald and he has circular glasses and a nervous expression, his skin is a medium brown. the close up on his eye shows that they are round and open.

reynie his 5’0 and 14, he is standing straight and is wearing a green sweater vest over a white short sleeve collared shirt, his pants are brown slacks. his hair is dark brown and his skin is tan and very freckled. the closeup of his eyes shows it is more asian looking with a monolid, his eyebrows becoming thicker at the ends.

the second drawing is of mr benedict and his eldest daughters standing against lines of one foot intervals.

Mr Benedict is 5’6 and 52, he is wearing a green plaid suit with dark lines over a lighter base, under he has on a green vest, a white collar shirt and a black tie. he has an amused expression and white wavy hair, he has on glasses and has stubble. he has light skin but it’s slightly darker than kate’s. his eye closeup shows green eyes with smile lines and deep set eyes, plus white eyebrows.

rhonda is 5’1 and 28, she is wearing a blue cardigan over a pink shirt and purple jeans. her socks are yellow in maryjane shoes. she has a cheeky expression and her hair is in long black braids, her skin is very dark brown. in her eye closeup she has thick eyebrows and prominent lower lashes.

Number Two is 6’1 and 32, she is wearing a 1920’s esc outfit, all in pencil yellow. her outfit is very boxy and the pleats on her skirt resemble the edges of a pencil. she is wearing yellow boot covers and silver necklaces, reminiscent of the metal part of the eraser. her blouse is framed like the tip of a pencil from the deep v of her blazer and the white color with a hint of black at the point. she has rusty red hair styled in finger waves and pronounced eyebags. her skin is light but with yellow undertones. her eye close up shows simply stylized eyes and thin eyebrows.

the third drawing has McCracken Mr curtain and SQ against lines of one foot intervals.

McCracken is 7’0 and 35, he is wearing an all black suit and and two watches. he is drawn with the symmetry tool which adds creepiness and has brown pushed back hair, pale blue eyes and light skin. he has no eye closeup.

Mr Curtain is 5’6 and 52, he is wearing a green plaid suit with light lines over a darker base, under he has on a green vest, a white collar shirt and a black tie. he has a grumpy expression and white slicked back hair, he is clean shaven. he has light skin but it’s slightly darker than kate’s. his eye closeup shows green eyes with furrowed eyebrows and deep set eyes, plus he is squinting.

SQ is 6’5 and 27, he is wearing a tan and orange t shirt, blue jeans and big boots. he is standing with his hands in front of himself and a pleasant expression. his hair is curly and dark brown and his skin is pale and freckled and his cheeks are rosy, he has arm hair visible, since he has short sleeves. his eye closeup shows thick eyebrows and downturned eyes with a heavy lid, they look half closed.

the long drawing has the same lines, but no coloring in. all characters are against the foot interval lines and have colored line art. both twins and reynie are in green, sticky and sq are in blue, kate and number two are in yellow, constance is in red, rhonda is in pink and mccracken is in black.]

[lifessoshortandsoami]

RUN BTS! 2017 - EP.31

Outfit:

(Her hair is styled in a loose french braid)

"Who's going against Aera?" Suga asks the 'Kim SeokJin' team.

"Who has won in our team till now?" Jin asks, directing the question toward his team.

"Hobi hyung," Jimin answers.

"Me!" Jhope also replies, putting his hand on his chest to emphasize his answer.

"Then it's decided, Jhope is going from our team." Jin declares.

"Okay then, Luna vs Jhope," Namjoon says, receiving a side eye from Suga for taking his job.

Luna and Jhope take their spot on the pillows and watch intently as Suga keeps the metal box on the chair and stands ready.

He moves the shutter quickly giving them less than a millisecond to see the item kept inside the metal box.

"Ah! You're so fast!" Jungkook complains diverting his gaze to Luna after hearing her voice.

"Glasses!" Luna says quickly while grabbing the pillow from under her butt and holding it above her head.

"Pen?" She guesses.

"Wrong,"

"Kim SeokJin!" Jhope does the same action as Luna. "Pencil?"

"Wrong, let's go again," Suga says.

"I can't even blink, he's too fast," Luna says in a slightly amazed voice.

"I couldn't even see anything because I blinked before. I just guessed pencil because it's similar to what you said." Jhope admits while laughing at the disbelieving look on Luna's face.

"Last time- when you were against Tae, you only won because he didn't know the name of the object." Jimin points out while giggling.

"We shouldn't have sent him," Jin sighs while chuckling.

Suga does the same action again which somehow seems quicker than before.

"Glasses!" Luna instantly puts the pillow over her head again.

"Chalk!" This time her voice sounds sure.

"Correct!" Suga declares making the girl instantly jump up and open her arms for the oncoming guys who hugged her instantly.

"It's okay," Jin pats the shoulder of the guy who doesn't seem fazed by his loss at all.

"Are you trying to console me or yourself?"

-----☘︎-----

(Her bed is between Jungkook and Suga.)

"Ah, I'd fall." The first thing Luna says after sitting on her inflated bed.

"Oh yeah, this is a serious problem. Especially since we're sleeping at such a height." Suga says sarcastically making the girl pout.

"Everyone, Luna either needs to sleep on a low height bed or with someone who can hold her because she falls off bed while sleeping." RM informs the audience.

Jungkook gets up from his bed and slides it so that it's attached with hers, making her squeal as her bed shakes from the impact.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall," Jungkook says while laying down on his bed and pulling the blanket above him.

"That's so sweet," Luna gushes completely ignoring the side eyes given by the rest of the members.

As everyone settles down on their beds, "Are you ready?" Suga asks the members. "Jungkook is already asleep."

"Are you sleeping already, Jungkook?" RM asks in a disbelieving tone, "Jungkook, listen to the music."

"He fell asleep."

Luna, laying beside Jungkook, pokes his cheeks continuously to wake him up but the boy holds her hand to prevent her from doing so.

"Music, please," SUGA asks the staff.

The tomato song starts playing, Luna stifles her laughter watching Jungkook's reaction to the song. Watching Jungkook being so focus on the song the girl also listens to the song attentively.

"I forgot already," RM.

"Be quiet," SUGA orders.

After a few mumbles, everyone becomes quiet.

"You're humming, Jungkook. I can deduct one point." SUGA tells Jungkook causing him to grin and lay his head back down.

"You're so strict, Oppa." Luna turns towards SUGA.

"You're still not sleeping, I can deduct a point." Hearing that, Luna turns back towards Jungkook and closes her eyes before pulling the sleeping mask on her eyes and the blanket over her body.

15 minutes later...

The camera pans to everyone, showing every member sleeping one by one.

At some point, Jungkook turns his body to face Luna, bringing himself to the edge of his bed and half laying on Luna's bed, causing both the beds to lean on one side which makes them both fall out of their beds.

This doesn't faze them though. They both wriggle around for a bit but then become still, with Jungkook's hand on Luna's waist and her head tucked close to his chest.

The noise wakes Suga up, he looks around and his eyes fall on the empty bed, he cranes his neck a little to see both the maknaes sleeping on the ground. He smiles looking at them, laughing silently that they both fell off. He goes back to sleep after a few seconds.

30 minutes later...

Suga starts waking the members up with a siren. After taking a round he goes closer to both the maknaes, bringing the siren closer to their ears to wake them up but it doesn't affect them and they continue sleeping.

After a short while they both wriggle around. Luna tightens her hold on Jungkook's waist, frowning and getting annoyed by the sound of the siren. Jungkook opens one of his eyes and looks down at Luna still holding his waist, he noticed her frowning because of the noise so he brings his hand closer to her ear blocking the noise.

"That won't work, you both have to get up." Saying that SUGA walks away.

Jungkook sits up followed by Luna, leaning against him with a pout etched on her lips.

"Are you all awake?" Suga asks after most of the members form a line to play the game, "Did you sleep well? Please sit down."

As V tests the mic, RM walks towards the girl and the boy who still look half asleep.

"Luna and Jungkook are almost..." jhope says with a smile.

The camera pans toward both of them. Jungkook sitting behind Luna with her between his legs, her back leaning on his front. Both their eyes are closed, and the girl looks like she is sleeping with Jungkook leaning his cheek on her head.

The sight looked so cute that the other members were holding themselves back from making an embarrassing sound.

"Ah, cute!" RM finally gives in, smiling his dimples smile while walking back to join the line.

The game goes on with the two maknaes sitting together, half asleep.

Just before RM goes back in line after singing the wrong lyrics, Jungkook pulls the blanket over Luna and himself with the girl still sitting while leaning on his front. SUGA notices the movement.

"They're sleeping over there. They're still asleep." Suga points out with a chuckle.

After a while, the others continue the game, "Please wake Luna and Jungkook up," Suga asks the others.

"Jungkook!" RM shouts while walking towards the maknaes. He pulls the blanket away from their bodies, causing Jungkook to make a face of protest and Luna to turn around and hide her face by hugging Jungkook.

"Are you awake Jungkook?" He answers Suga by giving a small nod.

"Luna, wake up!"

Luna continues hugging Jungkook, not in the mood to let go anytime soon.

"She becomes clingy when she wakes up from sleep." jhope informs the audience.

After a short while, Jungkook whispers something to Luna, causing her to unwillingly let go of him. Jungkook stands up and starts making his way somewhere.

Noticing Jungkook going somewhere, "Jungkook, that's not the way to the restroom." Suga tells him.

The boy stops in his tracks and looks down, confused. He walks back to Luna and sits behind her, draping his arms around the girl who still looked like she could fall asleep any minute.

Jungkook stands up and tries pulling Luna with him but the girl snatches her hand away in protest. He chuckles a little at her grumpy nature, that's just how she is when she wakes up from sleep, clingy and sometimes grumpy.

After great efforts the girl finally stands up and gets in line, still clinging to Jungkook who slowly runs his hands through her hair. When the boy's turn to sing comes, the girl does not let go of his shirt, clenching it in her hand and rubbing her eye with the other.

Just as Jungkook picks up the mic, "it's your first try, isn't it?" Suga asks with a chuckle, everyone laughs causing Jungkook to smile as well. "Sit down, please"

Jungkook sits down but Luna doesn't let go of his shirt, holding his shoulder.

"Ah, you're really clingy today, Aera." jhope speaks.

"It's because we woke her when she didn't want to, she becomes more clingy when she has to wake up forcefully," Suga informs.

After Jungkook's turn finishes by singing the wrong lyrics, "Isn't it your first try today?" Suga asks him.

"Yes, it is,"

"Do you both remember sleeping even though you fell off earlier?" This time he directs the question to both the maknaes.

They both just look at him with confusion.

"You both suddenly rolled off and then Jungkook sighed, "ah" and went back to sleep."

Jungkook gets up to walk away but Luna doesn't let him, she sits down to sing on her turn but still keeps clenching Jungkook's shirt, not letting him go back in line. Everyone starts laughing watching Jungkook look at her with a frown but standing still nonetheless. After Luna's turn ends, they both waddle together to the back of the line. Luna turns around and clings to his front, Jungkook looks like he doesn't mind and his hand starts stroking her head.

The game continues and at last, team glasses wins.

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[starshower1215]

Fanfic Writer Interview

Thanks for tagging me, @quillsandblades and @storiesofaot. An opportunity to ramble about stuff I wrote? Of course I'm down. Let's see.

How many works do you have on AO3?

Only six. Five are SNK, one is Blitzstone from Magnus Chase.

What is your total AO3 word count?

Hah. I'm pretty new to fanfic writing, so my word count's a joke: 31,456 words. It's growing, though.

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes?

Well, of my six stories, lol, here they are in order from highest to lowest.

No. 1: Journey Through the Middle Ages

An adventure in which Blitzen takes Hearthstone to the renaissance fair to feed his secretly romantic heart. Blitzen's a demigod, though, so trouble rising is no surprise.

No. 2: The Mystery of the Pencil Bun

A story on Levi being infatuated by Hange, narrated by Mike. The length is inspired by Levi's height.

No. 3: All That I Want

This one is Levihan, too. It delves into Hange's sense of exhaustion after becoming commander during a late night lying on the shore, and explores the possibility of finding rest, but not the way it's generally viewed. It's pretty personal and maybe one of my favorites.

No. 4: Circles Around the Sun

I love this one so, so much. This is my child. It's Levihan in an alternate universe, where seven-year-old Hange meets Levi, who escaped from the Underground at the early age of ten and got himself a job at the flower field of the Zoë household. The thing that Hange doesn't know, though, is that he's in a race against time to gather the money needed to pay for citizenship above ground, before he's found out by the MP.

It is heavy on angst (my drug) and heartbreak, and it's also got scenes where they're both just being kids, which is all very cute and sweet. But at its core, it is angsty and I giggle like a maniac when I'm writing it. All my friends have heard me yapping about it, they all know the plotline, they've heard it at least twice each, so. I'm really pouring my love into it.

No. 5: Somewhere We Can Be Alone

Levihan again, based on this art by @areyoufreeafterclass (hi, sorry for tagging you, I'm crediting). My first SNK fic, but I'm not so sentimental about it, it wasn't quite my style. It's a story revolving, again, around Hange's disposition following their promotion to commander, and explores Levi's feelings about it, too. There are things related to "Love Story" by Taylor Swift and "Romeo and Juliet" by Shakespeare.

Tags, if you'd like to join: @satsuki92, @sunflowersunite, @alexdswfan

[me-saw-hoo-dini]

I did exactly what I said I was gonna do; worked on Vanoss, cried a bit (not actually), gave up, worked on Delirious, and now I'm back to post these fuck ass updated Miis

(ps I'm so sorry for the outfits I just started the game, I'm broke, and this is all I got/had when they asked for clothes)

(I'm soooo normal)

I hate them so much bro 😭 the hair styles are ass and I could not decide what mouth to use for either of these fucks like for Vanoss I didn't want him to look depressed but there was no smile/smirk that looked "natural" or like his smiles so I chose that mouth and idk it kindaaaa looks like a smile but not toooo much???? Idk man. Also if I upturn Vanoss's eyebrows he looks pissed. Sometimes I look at him he looks monotone and other times he looks sad. For Delirious I love the idea that his resting face just looks like he's slightly smiling. Like the corners of his mouth are upturned and holy would you look at that a mouth that does that so I picked it and moved on fast as hell before I over thought it... and now I'm staring at him with judgement. His haircut makes him look like he's balding but I don't wanna give him bangs (no other options ig I could've gave him a beanie but ).

So I wanna explain my "design" or whatever tf for why Delirious looks like that. So I already explained the mouth and then I also gave him those wrinkles around his eyes to be like eyebags cuz ya know he's 37 turning 38 and his sleep schedule has always sucked. I also wanted to give him smile lines too but option was too far away from his mouth, the other one (What Vanoss has) looked a little weird cuz of his nose, and you can only have one or the other facial lines so eyebags it was. Speaking of eyes you'll notice they're not blue and that's because

GREEN/HAZEL????? I love Delirious with blue eyes do NOT get me wrong but basically his mii looks like all that because I am a FIRM fucking believer Delirious made his GTA 5 character look close to what he looks like irl. The eyebrows were tricky tho cuz they look pencil thin with the clown make up but thicker without the make up so I chose the thicker eyebrows. I debated on giving him like a soul patch or any form of facial hair but decided against it cuz he started to look like a dude from my college that I don't like so LOOOOOL 😭. Also I like the idea that Vanoss and Delirious are actually the same height but I think I might've made delirious taller?? Oops if so

I think they're a nice improvement when compared to what I made them look like in 2015 but when I look at them alone I feel I've fucked them up in some way ┐(´ー｀)┌

It's gonna sound like a "no shit" statement but they look older like at least Delirious and it’s taking me out. 10 years later miis (TヮT)

also ps