#can you believe this is the first kiss I've ever drawn for them?

[ocean-waters]

Rinharu week Day 8: Sakura - Shoujou Shenanigans

Thanks to everyone at @rinharuweek for organizing yet another wonderful finharu week!

[ddejavvu]

What about spencer with a reader who is normally so independent and does everything for herself but she’s so soft for spencer and lets him dote on her and take care of her and the team is like :o bc they can’t believe she is letting someone do things for her

"I'm not a tyrant," Spencer's voice is inexhaustibly patient, and his fingers are slightly awkward as he holds them around his phone, angling it awkwardly so that you can see his upper half on face-time while he sits at his desk, "I just want you to take your medicine so that you can get better."

"I am better," You insist, your voice a far cry from its usual drawl. It's more ragged and weak, and you definitely have a stuffy nose, which indicates how untruthful your words are. Everyone knows it, most of the bullpen can hear your insistent griping, and they're beginning to feel bad for Spencer. They can't imagine how he'd gotten you to stay home today, but they're shooting each other knowing grins each time you push back against his gentle insistence.

"No, angel, you're not." Spencer croons, "You're on the mend, but you're not recovered yet. And you'll get worse if you don't take your meds. I put them on the nightstand for you, and some water. All you have to do is take them, and go back to sleep."

"I don't want to sleep!" You insist, and it's a whine- a whine! Emily's mouth splits in an incredulous grin, and a laugh threatens to tremble Derek's broad shoulders at how juvenile your attempts at protest have become. They're used to your biting words, your forceful demeanor, your inability to surrender any control, but Spencer's got you tucked into the covers begging for a kiss on the forehead.

"I've been sleeping all day, and I slept all day yesterday, and the day before that. I'm tired of sleeping. Just let me fill out some paperwork! Anything, Spence, please."

He chews on the inside of his cheek, ignoring the way that JJ giggles suspiciously with Penelope, who's leaning against the side of her desk, drawn out of her office for the spectacle.

"You can read," He relents, "And you can watch tv but only if you do it on your computer with the night light setting turned on," He narrows his eyes, taking on your rather rough persona to ensure that his orders are obeyed, "Promise?"

"Promise," You rasp, and the team can hear the smile in your voice, "Thanks, Spencer."

"Use the night light setting," He warns instead of accepting your thanks, "I'll check later to see if it's turned on!"

"Okay!" You laugh, and Spencer winces lightly as the sound morphs into a thick cough, "Okay, I'll- ah, I'll see you later, baby."

"See you later," He concedes with a fond smile, waving in addition to his verbal goodbyes, "Love you."

"Love you too," You promise, then end the call. Spencer feels the weight of everyone else's stares on him as he sets his seldom-used phone down and resumes working, refusing to acknowledge them unless they prod at him first.

"Good job, Spence," JJ congratulates, "I didn't think she'd ever take a sick day."

"I know," Emily gushes with bright eyes and a wild smile, "If I tried to tuck her in she'd probably bite me."

"Well, that's 'cause you don't have Pretty Boy's charm," Derek cracks, though the smile that he flashes Prentiss is reassurance that he's teasing Spencer more than he's teasing her, "Congrats on wearing the pants today, Reid. Enjoy it while it lasts, 'cause as soon as she's out of bed, she's taking the wheel again."

Spencer takes great pleasure in levelling Derek with a meaningful, "Shut up," because he's more than happy to be your passenger princess any day.

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 06/01✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: Do the little monkeys on Flower Fruit mountain ever see at Wukong and Macaque bickering like an old married couple and think to themselves 'just kiss already'?

Yes. They keep doing and Wukong tries to stop them otherwise Macaque could hear them (he already does)

Anonimo ha chiesto: Been reading up on Macaque Body Language and found this: "A peculiar behaviour displayed by macaques is lip smacking. Between macaques, lip smacking is used to show submission, affection and reconciliation. This behaviour is a form of communication and is sometimes accompanied with cooing vocalisations and mild raising of eyebrows." So now I can't stop imaging Monkey King and Macaque just smacking lips and raising eyebrows to each other instead of saying "I love you" or after a fight just smacking lips and then hugging. But then I also started questioning, do the two monkeys in your AU actually use monkey body language to communicate? Or is it just human language they use? Great work on your AU btw! Loving the art and story ^^

Mm some? Like a little but not too much. But that’s an adorable trivia!!

Does macaque know about Wukong's stage fright?👀

Yes.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Baby MK lives in my head rent free. If Wukong or Macaque were trappen in the calabash than their perfect world would be one where they could raise mk without him having to fight or get hurt and traumatized

I THINK the fanfiction series Squashed Apricots is just about this if it can interest you.

@abbytheslothwitch ha chiesto: In your AU or your general opinion, which monkey dad is the taller one; Wukong or Macaque?

Macaque

Anonimo ha chiesto: The way you draw Pigsy honestly is one of the best I've seen I mean just look at him!!! He doesn't have the proportions of a regular human because he's not human and it works so well! I dunno he just looks cool in your artstyle and design That all I had to say :]]]]

Thank you so much!!!♥️♥️♥️ He’s honestly quite hard to draw exactly bc of that, but it’s good practice! Him and DBK are generally harder, I’m not super used to draw animals.

@peach-fury ha chiesto: Ello! Sorry, it's me again But just had a thought, sense Macaque has died and went to Dìyù or the underworld. (I think that's were the book of death is) Wouldn't he be at least scared or nervous to go back? Idk like bad memories like their fight or the lady bone demon or something? Idk maybe overthinking or that I just like angsty :P (P.s I fricking love your art and your AU's so much!!!!)

Yes. I believe he wouldn’t like the idea. I like to think he”s actually terrified. But he wouldn’t care less if it means to protect and help his baby.

Anonimo ha chiesto: will MK try to try change his name into nobody or something form of loophole name so that can be like ohhhh nobody us in trouble! Everyone is safeeee! And nezha’s dad is like wait no

Ahah that’s a good idea! Unfortunately that isn’t the plan

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hear me out we know Wukong made the bed because he made it bigger. It's made out of peach tree wood. And carved moon and suns and stars on the headboard.

AWWWW!!😭😭😭😭😭

@a1teruniverse ha chiesto: What's the hardest panel you've drawn

It is a panel if it’s an animation?

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will u ever do flash backs for shadowpeach thats “happy” like them first meeting realizing there in love a jealous mac courtnapping the monkey king just being young and in love.

Mmm yeah i wanna do smth like that. Don’t know when or how but i wanna.

Anonimo ha chiesto: does Wukong ever/will ever let glamours down and let like everything hang out like Mac would come in and his husband just causally has his boobs out and he’s like sweet my husband got hotter bc he’s pan(?) like I think you said that in an earlier post

I mean. I don’t think he has any issues dropping his glamours in front of macaque. I don’t think he would stay too much without his glamours bc still, I guess he would have some slight dysphoria. Also I mean, yeah Macaque loves him with or without boobies. But if Wukong could choose he would prefer not to have them out if he can.

Anonimo ha chiesto: which bottle is every ship in your lmk comic chugging? (I’m talking about your red bubble stickers for ao3 tags I would find it but I’m lazyyyh)

Shadowpeach is hurt & comfort (which I saw now I didn’t uploaded but yeah I got that one as well.), slowburn, enemies to lovers, and angst cause- duh.

Spicynoodle I would say is fluff, oneshot, enemies to lovers, found family.

Anonimo ha chiesto: im so embarrassed to ask about this but, later when mk and red boy r dating, who would ask the other first on a date? What would the date be? Also what does dbk and pif personal opinion of their relationship? SORRY IF THIS HAS BEEN ASKED BEFORE😭

I think MK, because dates are something a little more human, and cause Red Son is a workaholic. It can either be something like a training session, a videogame session at Red castle, or just also the traffic light trio being competitive. DBK and PIF are supporting, mostly bc they know their family will be even more powerful with an union such as theirs. Of course PIF is supporting also cause MK is Mac baby.

@kandymaneuwu ha chiesto: On a scale of 1 to 10 how fluffy is macaque this is very important

10 with merits

@5hadowm0ch1 ha chiesto: When will Shadowpeach kiss? It's always head-to-head Pats (I'm trying to predict what happening)

b-b-b-b-b- but head-to-head pats are cute…

@majesticgazell ha chiesto: Ooohhh I’m just imagining Li Jing catching wind of the plan and activating MK’s fillet while he’s in the shadows… maybe he wouldn’t lose himself under normal circumstances, but with that thing tightening around his head? 👀 Just a thought

Hehe, isn’t that a possibility?

@nataszaluiz ha chiesto: So I have a few questions. First: do you plan on ending it before Season 6 releases or do you plan on continuing it and mixing it up with your AU? Second: have you heard theories that a fragment of Azure's Soul is placed in the blue flower that appears after it's sacrifice? Third: Will characters like Yellowtusk and Peng appear in your AU?

S6 seems to either happen next year or never, so I ve3ry much hope i finish my story sooner.

no i haven’t

mmmm i don’t know

@cheddarcheesebiscuit1 ha chiesto: I gotta ask, if MK would to ever get injured in his monkie form, then would Macaque/Wukong try to take him to a human doctor or a vet?

I know we all want to see Macaque and Wukong freaking out when their baby is sick, but I think we forget sometimes that, even though they aren’t medics, Wukong has a basic understanding how to heal wounds and medicine. Macaque is head-canoned many times to be an expert in fact. And I think there are demons/demonic doctors in case MK has some kind of curse or demonic sickness, which would be what actually makes them worry in the first place.

@ainnur ha chiesto: Mei and Wukong team up?! Wasabi Duo the party crasher🎉✨ Love them💕 They need more love as a duo

Their name IS WASABI DUO????????? AAAWWWWWW

@sleeo-goos10 ha chiesto: Hi kyri! Thank you for sparking my LMK hyper fixation and I’m really curious: Will we get more Nezha? How will he react knowing that the Buddha approved this? IF the Buddha approved it at all 👀

Yes you will have plenty of Nezha. Also if youo guys really want to know, yeah, the Buddha themself approved of this. No, Li Jing wasn’t lying.

@saphstories ha chiesto: KYRI PLEASE IF I ASK FOR NOTHING ELSE I NEED TO SEE HELICOPTER AUNT PIF AND UNCLE DBK IN THAT FIGHT BECAUSE *HEAVEN DID WHAT TO THEIR NEPHEW???* And I'm sorry but of freaking course Red Son being the brat he is would call Mommy and Daddy to tattle about how mean Heaven is for stealing his Monkey before he could. 😂😂 Can you tell how insane the extended Monkey Fam makes me? 😂😂😂 I love this AU, I can't wait to see more!

When they heard the news they wanted to come to help attack the palace as well, but Red Son stopped them saying smt like “HE IS MY FUTURE HOUSBAND AND I GET TO KIDNAP HIM OUT OF HEAVEN MOM!”

@anxiousbb-witch ha chiesto: Do I have a reason to fear the possibilities of the golden headband being used on MK and all the emotions and tears coming from it?

oh year, absolutely.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I just have the funny thought that MK woke up one morning in his true form and get jumpscared by looking at himself and see he has boobs again

nooouuuu poor baby! But yeah it’s a funny image

@monkieshad0w ha chiesto: HELLOO HELLOO! What’s ur opinion on sundial duo :D (if you don’t know what sundial duo is, it’s basically Macaque and Wukong being duos and besties but not lovers) :3

oohhh well I do live any pf my ships as besties as well! Platonic love is just as important as romantic one for me personally!

[asphodelles]

Hi, I found your work on Twitter last year and I really love and look up to your art. If you have the time, I wanted to as if there are there any study topics, artists or techniques that have significantly influenced you :')

I'm at a bit of a complete loss on what to study presently so I thought I'd ask my favorite artists, thank you for reading and I completely understand if this is too open ended a question

Thank you!

This isn't the first time I have been asked this question and I suspect this won't be the last so I'll just lay everything out here. Go to a cafe or get a blanket or something because this will not be a short read:

Foundational:

Anatomy: A lot of my foundational anatomy and clothing illustration knowledge was gained from taking classes and doing observational drawing. Because of this, I'm not going to have the best book recommendations but top 2 books I can recommend for getting Started started are Andrew Loomis or RockHe Kim's books on anatomy (huge asterisk here: they're good at teaching you Basics basics like muscle groups and turning forms and extremely general proportions but will not help that much with making your figure drawings less stiff or how to draw fat or especially in the latter's case how to draw women not built like stick bug anime girls but uh I heard the Morpho books are pretty good. genuinely everything I know about drawing fat is from observational drawing/studies because at some point I got sick of my school for only hiring skinny models in their 20s-30s). I have some diagrams drawn by my friend who studied the hell out of these guys below:

Clothing: I don't know any books that can really help on this front I apologize if I find any I'll update this post but pretty much all of my knowledge on drawing clothes boils down to the following rules: Where are the tension points, how stiff or soft is the textile, how is the form underneath the section of clothing behaving, and don't make even spaces between fold groups

All of this is kind of moot though if it isn't applied through study or observational drawing though

Design:

I have to be really careful here because I don't want to deal in absolutes, the only absolute I'm confident espousing is that anyone who tells you there is only a small selection of methods you should follow to execute a specific type of design are objectively incorrect and just haven't figured out alternative if not more effective design solutions to a common problem. The only real Worst Thing I think you could do as a designer is create a pinterest mannequin devoid of a story, disconnected from its context in the world, and lacking in a clear purpose/personality but this too could be easily be disputed if maximising a character’s aesthetic appeal serves a purpose in its context, and my opposition to this design approach is my personal bias as a character designer for entertainment where emphasizing a character’s function and their relationship to said function is usually the goal

I think the 5 best pieces of advice I've ever received when it comes to designing characters are the following:

Try and follow the rule of thirds/general gestalt design principles of contrast

Always consider what it is you're trying to communicate with the character

Create believable transitions and reinforcements between points of interest

(Entertainment related) KISS principle/Keep It Simple, Stupid is your friend, the way a character wears or wields what they wear or wield will communicate their role in the world (who are they?), their relationship to their role (do they like their job? are they good at it? are they a part of an organization with the means to provide them things to perform their role more effectively?) effectively enough. Excessive information that bloats and conflicts with the communication objective weakens design (example: My favourite childhood toy for years was a pokemon plushie. Would I as a stay at home digital artist be wearing it as a keychain on my crusty paint stained polyester pajama pants when I'm at my desk working my job? is wearing it relevant to my character as a person who both no longer is invested in pokemon and is in this context focused entirely on comfort and doing my job? (no)). I think Elden Ring is an excellent example of a game that has visually complex designs but pretty expedient storytelling with its characters for worldbuilding

Study things that aren't just character design, to borrow from Lynn Yaeger borrowing from Sally Singer "If you're interested in fashion learn everything except fashion... Politics, art, painting- anything except fashion". Because people in different disciplines who work with different mediums or fields of study approach problems in different angles you may not have considered which can help give new ideas + often times the stuff you like was inspired by stuff that isn't at all what you would expect or enjoy yourself (To pull from a very popular example, Arcane is a League of Legends joint which was highly influenced by Warcraft which was highly influenced by Warhammer which was basically a giant response to western pop culture of the 1960s and the history of European warfare something something coconut tree).

Character design is kind of a hard thing to Get Good at considering how much of the actual process is super psychological/not bound by a *ton* of absolutes and has to account for medium and function (you kind of just have to have The Sauce) so I don't recommend Just studying independently only (possible, just very difficult). If you can and are interested in learning more about the specifics take some classes taught by people whose styles you fw who both know what they're doing and are good at explaining their process. For design for entertainment you can always check out Concept Design Academy or The Workshop Academy and see who's teaching there

As far as artist inspirations are concerned I think looking up the artists who worked on projects you like are a good starting point to figure out how you want to stylize. Going off of that at least currently my favourite designers/illustrators for entertainment with The Sauce are probably Evening Monteiro, Sergey Kolesov, Mindy Lee, Tonci Zonjic, Sasha Tudvaseva, Claire Hummel, and Yoshitaka Amano

My favourite book currently for tackling character design at least from a narrative consideration is probably Talking Threads: Costume Design for Entertainment Art (one of the authors is my friend and an excellent teacher!) and a lot of the stuff they espouse really helps to take into consideration individual and external factors when designing a character/how they can be used as vehicles for both individual storytelling and worldbuilding, gigantic reference point for my most recent casual project

Besides that the only other way I can really recommend studying character design is to just look at art, history, architecture, nature (pretty much Everything) and think about how ideas and concepts from those things can be applied to or communicated through a design or figure out what it was about a design or designs you like made it appealing

uhh tldr this is just how i as one among millions of artists got to where i am today as of January 16th 2025 my word is not gospel the advice I espoused here may very well spell my downfall tomorrow

[baby-tini]

hey babes, I love you ever since I first found your blog. The first post I found was the 4some with the mikeysss😭😭 girl you write so good and I always wait for your posts almost everyday. I seriously love how you write fics esp the ones with @buse tagged on it..LMFAO WE GOT DADDY ISSUES FRRRRR. THE DABI FICS!?!?! I'VE BEEN EATING THEM UP. GOOD SHIT. those dabi fics fucked the depression out of my body😭😭

Can I please make a request..it's my first time asking so I'm kinda shy lol. Can we please get abusive! Kanto Mikey x devoted reader? Like reader is so obsessed with mikey (kinda like how sanzu is to mikey) and she'd do anything and everything for him and still loves him even if he hurts her physically and emotionally.

Can I also pls request smut..😔 (I'm a slut)

I LOVE UUU!! You can js ignore my request if you don't feel like writing it, babes. Kisses . 💋💋💋

TW- Stockholm Syndrome (not from kidnapping), domestic abuse both physically and verbally, victim blaming, manipulation, controlling behaviour, Mikey is slightly yandere-ish. A/N- This made me so happy too read, in all honesty. Your so sweet babes, I love you too and I hope you adore it. Kisses 💋 You loved Mikey, more then anything. You'd do whatever he asked, whether he wanted you too kill for him or even die for him, you'd do so with no complaints, no hesitation and absolutely no second thoughts. He knew that, you knew that, everyone knew that. But too be fair, you've known him since you were both twelve, you were with him through everything. You were there when his brother died, you were there when he talked about killing Kazutora after he got out of juvie, you were there for him when Draken got stabbed, you were even there when Baji died and he went crazy. Beating Kazutora almost to death before Takemichi stepped in. So, you couldn't just leave him, even if you saw the pitied looks from the... nicer members in Kanto.

You didn't really care for the pitied looks you got from his lackeys. If it wasn't coming from Mikey then it wasn't important. Mikey was everything to you, he meant more then everyone else, after Mikey took you with him, leaving Toman, he was all you had left. You truly didn't blame him for the way he treated you, he had a lot going on, it wasn't his fault. Sometimes he just needed a stress result, yeah, he hit you a little harder sometimes. But you were positive that he wasn't going too kill you, he always told you he loved you after anyway. He promised too stop for you, after last night, he promised he would never put his hands on you again, you had no reason too not believe him, sure he had little slip-ups, but no one was perfect.

You had been sitting in the room you shared with Mikey, cleaning and bandaging the bruises and cuts, Mikey had hit you a little harder last night, his lackeys pissing him off and leaving him in a irritable mood. Sure, he took out on you, but anyway you could help Mikey, you were willing too do it, nothing was too much for you, you were Mikeys, meaning you had too be strong for him. You didn't want Mikey too think that you couldn't take a couple hits from him, I mean, he could've hit you harder or even killed you. You've seen him fight, but he never did, that proved how much he loved you. Your head had snapped towards the door when you heard screaming and cries of pain. The bedroom door slamming opening open seconds later, the door knob creating a hole in the wall as Mikey Mikey sauntered in. Slamming the door so hard behind him that the frame rattled, staring you down, you could see his usually large eyes had narrowed into slits, reminding you of a cat before they attacked. His lips were curled into a deep snarl as his already black eyes got even darker, his tongue digging into his cheek as his muscles tensed up. The walk towards you was drawn out and slow as he analyzed you, when he did reach you, after what felt like tediously long hours, he grabbed you up by your hair, his knuckles turning white from the harsh grip. "Are you fucking serious?!?! You dumb fucking bitch, I ask you too do one thing, one fucking thing and that's too stay away from other men and you can't even do that, huh?" The hand wrapped in your hair throws you to the floor, his heeled boot digging into your stomach as you let out a groan. Your stomach sucking in on it's self to alleviate the pressure, but his heel just dug deeper. The gurgle of pain you let out was unrecognizable to yourself as Manjiro stared you down with a dark grin, his eyes reflecting static. Those staticy eyes stare into your own teary ones, the tears flowing down your cheeks from the pain. He takes his foot off your stomach with a scoff as he steps back a bit, giving you a command as he does so. "Up." It's only one word, but the weight it holds is crushing as you struggle too stand on your own. Your arms shaking as you push yourself up off the carpet. When you do successfully get on your feet, your legs wobbling as you keep your head down. Manjiro watches, his expression bored as he tilts his head in disinterest, his eyes narrowing at your unbalance. He gives a scoff before he walks over and grabs your arm, dragging you to the bed. Sitting you down, he runs his hands through your hair and moves it behind your ears, some of your strands sticking to your wet cheeks. He uses his thumbs too wipe at the salty tears.

"You love me right?" The question comes out of his mouth quieter then you thought it would. Especially given how angry he seemed only a couple of minutes ago. But the switch his tone of voice has taken now paired with the question, has you a bit confused, your eyes questioning when you look up at him. You thought he knew, you always tell him you love him, everytime you see him. So with a quick nod of your head, you scoot closer towards him. He hums, with a small smile, twirling a strand of your hair. "Show me then, show me how much you love me." His words are still soft as he unzips his pants, popping open the button as he stands up straight. It's an immediate reaction, like someone else controlling your actions, as you reach towards his pants. Quickly replacing his hands, you pull his pants and boxers down half-way before taking his cock in your hand. Scooting completely off the bed so that you're on your knees, on the carpet, you drag your hand in slow pumps up and down his cock as you kiss at the head, as an apology for your mistake. Gliding the flat of your tongue over his slit then giving it a kiss, you hear him let out a shuddered breath. One of his hands coming down to your head and running it through your hair as he pushes the loose strands behind your neck. Taking him a little deeper down your throat, you pump the base simultaneously. A quiet geoan falls from his lips as he tightens his grip in your hair, using it too move your head a little faster. Scooting closer on your knees, you bob your head faster on his cock. Feeling his fingers twitch in your hair, he pulls you closer so that you take him in completely, his cock bulging in your throat. "You feel that shit, that's my cock in your throat." He runs a thumb over the bulge in your throat. Pushing down, he feels your throat sputter around him and he groans. He lets you pull off him and take in air. Drool slides down your tongue and chin while you cough a little. Wiping your chin as you suck in air through your teeth, straightening back up you take his cock back in your mouth again. He hums, tilting his head back and exhaling through his nose while he pets your hair. You gives a harsh suck to the tip that has his stomach flexing. Tightening your hand around the base, he groans deeply, jerking your hand, you taste the pre-cum as it hits your tongue. He tastes sweet, so sweet, you're eager for more of it. As he starts getting closer though, he starts too fuck your throat, groaning from the feel of your throat spasming and convulsing around the thickness of his cock. He grinds his hips into your mouth as his thighs tense. You can feel he's getting close, by the way he's twitching on your tongue as his hand, that's wrapped around your hair, flexes. Going from tight and painful to loose and shaky. His mouth falls open as he pants, his thighs shaking as he cums down your throat, while holding your head all the way down. Your nose touching the blonde hair as his balls sit against your chin. "Don't swallow." It's a command that he gives you, as he pulls his cock from your throat. You don't, you don't swallow, instead keeping his cum sat on your tongue, the liquid tasting sweet as you take in the taste. He tucks his cock back in, as he pulls his boxers and pants back up. Re-doing the zipper and button then pulling you up and sitting you back on the bed. "Open your mouth fo me," you do, quickly unhinging your jaw and letting your tongue slip out. The white liquid flooding your mouth, mixing with your spit on your tastebuds. He hums, using a hand too tilt your chin up, making you look at him while his cum falls closer to the back of your throat. He uses his thumb to move the cum down your tongue, wiping his cum on your lips like gloss. Then taking two fingers, his index and middle, too fuck your mouth, pressing his fingers down on your tongue he pulls them out and gives you the go-ahead too swallow. You do, letting his cum fall down your throat as he stares at your neck, watching your jugular bob at the swallow. He hums again, with a nod of his head.

"You know I hate hitting you, I only do it because you misbehave. If you listened I wouldn't have too hit you, you know that right? Pretty girl?" You nod, licking your lips in order too clean the cum from them. He taps your bottom lip with his thumb, still covered in a mix of your spit and his cum. Letting your mouth fall open again, you take in each of his fingers, cleaning them of his own essence. You smile up at him, around his fingers as his taste hits your tongue again. Wrapping your hands around his wrist, you kiss at his fingers when he pulls them back from your mouth. "But I have no problem doing so when you misbehave though, you know that better then anyone that I don't take disrespect lightly. So, when I tell you too stay away from other men, I expect you too comply. You have a part of me inside you forever when you swallowed my cum, you need too understand that you'll belong to me until you die. Is that understood?" With a quick nod of your head, he kisses your lips before leaving you alone in your shared bedroom too think about what just happened.

[astrologythingzzz]

Astrology observations 🩷

These are my first observations ever. I've studied astrology for quite a long time now, so I thought maybe I'll give it a try. 🩷

8th house suns / stelliums really experienced a traumatic upbringing/childhood and I feel like both parents are aloof and not very comforting

They also get along very well with scorpio suns/ scorpio placements or in general water placements

Do virgo suns and mars kiss very aggressively with tongue or is that just my experience 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Pisces rising men are the "pisces men" you all always talk about. They are the worst

They are stoners, they don't get their sh*t together. They kind of don't know how to deal with their sensitivity?? I only met aggressive, dominant and self absorbed pisces rising men.

This can also sometimes apply to pisces moon men. Especially paired with earth in their chart

I know a girl that was born in the evening of October 23rd. She insists on being a libra, even though in reality she's a scorpio sun. She miscalculated her sun sign and put 8am instead of 8pm (her birth time)

You absolutely cannot change her mind about that. She even downloaded co-star where it says that she's a scorpio sun. But she doesn't believe it. She even said " I don't care, I'm still a libra sun"

That's kind of a typical scorpio sun trait, they are very stubborn (because of their fixed nature)

Gemini risings can appear very fake. They aren't necessarily, but they're hardcore people pleasers, they need attention like the air they breathe. They wanna be involved in every friendship group possible. They love standing in the limelight

This could also be because of their leo ic (some gemini risings have leo ic, some have virgo ic) but the ones with leo ic were the star at home. Their parents always let them shine, they didn't have to dim their light at home. So now they're used to it.

If unevolved those leo ic's can be too pleased with themselves and even self-absorbed

Pisces suns cancer moons don't always have to be the "sweet innocent cry baby🥺" everyone makes of them. They can be loud (especially with a fire rising) they are extremely ambitious (because of their cardinal moon) and they go after whatever they want.

Gemini rising is a model placement. The long limbs, the bright eyes, the strong hair. MODELS

Also, there are no cusps in astrology. You're either one or another sign, but never a mixture of both. That is the exact reason for degrees in astrology!

You're either 29 degrees of any sign, or 0 degrees of the next.

If you feel more drawn to the next one, it could be because of personal placements in the next or prior sign or because of aspects that have the "vibe" of this sign.

But please let's eliminate cusps completely from astrology🩷

Astro.com and the app TimePassages are amazing for getting to know yourself and learning about astrology!

That's it for now, I hope everyone could resonate and please know, these are just my observations. They aren't meant to hurt anyone!! Please take everything with a grain of salt. 🩷

Also English isn't my first language so please don't be mean and feel free to correct me on any mistakes!

Hope you liked it, byee🩷🩷

[katasstrophy]

I feel like I've seen every Bluelock boy paired with a very cute, very bubbly, and chill gf/reader before, but I haven't seen any of them paired with a cool and competent or even bossier type. Are there any guys you think of liking that type??? Or maybe just deserve that type to be kept in line lmao 🤣

nonnie!! 😳 NONNIE UR BRAIN I’M GIVING IT A THOUSAND KISSES UR SOOO RIGHT FOR THIS!!! i guess it doesn’t really show with the fics i’ve uploaded so far – which is a damn shame, i should fix that – but i am absolutely all for readers who are just… out there, ya know? they’re prickly, or easy to anger, or sardonic as all hell, or way too clever for their own good or yes yes, bossy<3 i eat that shit UP like it’s my last meal. this is not to say i don’t enjoy sweet, bubbly readers (bc i do!) but the type you describe just… scratches a certain itch iykwim 👁️👁️

i think one of my first posts ever about blue lock on this blog (cw. mid writing LMAO) was exactly about this. obviously most of the blue lock guys are only extreme egoists when they’re playing soccer, but i do think that aspect of their lives will ultimately start to bleed into their personality as they grow up/go pro. so having someone who’s just like “yeah that’s great and all but if you won’t make it to date night i’ll leave your sorry ass” is just. so sexy to them like?? they haven’t gotten their ego knocked down a peg in a while so i think they’d be drawn to a partner like that askdhxnbz idk if i’m explaining this very well but as far as i’m concerned all blue lock boys deserve an unhinged reader lol 😤

THAT BEING SAID!!! >:))) i have a top three list of blue lock men who i, personally, would love to put in their place and encourage anyone out there to do so as well LOL

1. MICHAEL KAISER — this cocky motherfucker ugh need i say more 🙄 the urge to censor his name was real strong but i persevered still cannot believe i’m (sadly) attracted to this horrible, horrible man. he’s sooo insufferable and just so obsessed with himself like he unironically refers to himself as the emperor when i tell you there’s nothing i want more than to make this man beg on his knees i mean it – what a pretty sight that would be hm? <3 all his past lovers probably treated him like he was god’s greatest gift to women (HE IS NOT) – and by now he’s not only used to it but comes to expect it – so when he meets you and you’re like “mm you’re kind of a prick leave me alone thenk yew✨✨” he’s just. so scandalized LMFAO suddenly he’s the one chasing after you and vying for a shred of your attention oooohh yes that’s exactly what he deserves how it should be

2. ITOSHI SAE — listen he might be my precious babygirl now but i used to hate this mans guts like no other and that little resentment still lives on in my heart in the form of wanting this man’s downfall to be a woman like don’t tell me that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. he’s just so single-mindedly focused on soccer – japan’s treasure and what not – and thinks he can get away with being an asshole because of it but you place down your foot and tell him to cut the bullshit or you’ll find someone who treats you better (AMEN SISTER) and suddenly he’s grappling with the reality that shit he might just fall apart without you yes girl make him suffer

3. OLIVER AIKU — i couldn’t not include the resident fuckboy here mmmm the possibilities for him are endless and each one more delicious than the last. he might not be as insufferable as the others but he still thinks extremely highly of himself, especially when it comes to his way with the ladies. typical “oh no i don’t do relationships” kinda guy who can show you a good time for a night before dipping in the morning – and you just don’t want that. so you reject his advances, say you’re not interested and move on, but for some reason, oliver can’t. literally physically wounds his pride when he crawls back for a second chance but you don’t budge, still wary of him due to his past behavior unless he can show you otherwise. and the way he scrambles to prove himself as trustworthy to you? god tier groveling from a man YUMM

[angelst4re]

Henry Creel NSFW Alphabet!

warnings: NSFW!!! it's literally in the title!! :)

notes: I'M POSTING!!! I've spent weeks writing this bit by bit so if it seems a little weird or anything that may be why? idk how to explain it but i had been adding to it and changing it a lot so some things may feel out of place? Also this is entirely gender neutral!! <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He can never really stay for long after sex as to make sure neither of you get caught, but he’ll make sure to clean you both up first. If he’s not busy or if he’s in a good mood he’ll stay a little longer for cuddles, but he leaves quite soon after for a cigarette before he returns to work (because Henry smokes! Real!)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite part of his body is hips. He would never admit it, but after taking a shower, he’ll catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror and his eyes will be drawn to his hips. Even you believe they’re quite sexy. 

His favourite body part of yours is your shoulders. Once again, it may seem pretty random if he was ever to tell you, but he loves to place kisses on your shoulders when you shower together, when he’s fucking you from behind, or even when you’re getting dressed he’ll make sure to pepper your shoulders with kisses as you put your shirt on. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cum inside you and see it leaking from your hole when he’s done with you, it drives him wild. He loves to know that a part of him is still inside you, even when his dick isn’t. But he also doesn’t mind pulling out and cumming on you, whether it’s your stomach or your back, painting it with his seed before wiping it off. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Henry really wants to experiment with sex toys, but he’s too embarrassed to admit it, especially as it would be you who would have to go out and buy them. But he would really love to use them on you, knowing how you can react when he only uses his hand, mouth and dick, he’d love to see you squirming beneath him, begging, a whimpering mess. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Henry is experienced. Very, very experienced. After all those years in the lab, you don’t think he would’ve fucked the other orderlies or the nurses? He’s had a lot of time, meaning he’s experimented a lot so he definitely knows what he’s doing. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. Sure, other positions are fun but he likes to be in control. He’ll grab your hips, pulling them back to meet his thrusts and tug on your hair. He loves to be fully in control of you when you fuck. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

During sex, Henry prefers to be more serious in the moment. Sex and the want/need for it is one of the only things that reminds him he’s still human, just like other men. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He likes to keep it tidy and clean, he doesn’t shave as regularly down there as he does his face, but he does like to keep on top of it. Sometimes when he wears his joggers for bed, and they fall past his hips, you can see a dark blonde trail that leads from below his belly button to his pelvis. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He likes to hold you close, to always have his hands on your body. He may not be so into physical touch throughout the day, or with anyone who isn’t you, but during sex he craves it. His lips will always be somewhere on your body, along with his hands. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He definitely used to do it almost every night before the two of you ever had sex. He’d do it to the thought of you, he’d think about how you smell, how your hands would look wrapped around his cock, how you would look with his cock in your throat… He had even managed to find a way to make it into one of your dreams, where you had truly believed it was just a dream so you acted on some of the desires you felt, and fucked him. He got off to the memory of that for a week straight. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Should I do another list?? I think so. 

Breath play

Bondage 

Spanking

Sir/Master

Edging 

Overstimulation

i could add so many more omg. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your room. It’s the safest place to do it, although there’s still a chance that someone might hear your moans and desperate pleas for more. But he also likes to do it in the shower as it feels so much more intimate, the way both of your bodies are pressed up together, and how he has to hold you up against the wall, your legs wrapped around his torso, when you suspect another person may be in the showers. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just seeing you, and the thought that when he’s finished his shift he can go and see you. The thought of you waiting for him, obeying his commands to not touch yourself until he arrives just drives him crazy, but so does just the thought of you. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No threesomes. You’re his property, basically. You’re his and only his, and he hates the thought of someone seeing you the way that he does. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Henry Creel is the GOD of giving head. As much as he loves receiving, he loves giving too, especially when he sees how you react to him. He’s had a lot of experience over the years, but you didn’t have high expectations the first time he offered to go down on you, so you were clearly blown away by his skill. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

There’s nothing he loves more than rough sex. However, he isn’t opposed to taking it slowly and savouring the moment. He can do both, and so he does both. But a rough fuck will always be his favourite 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes the only chance you get to have sex in the lab is a quickie in a cupboard or an empty office. Neither of you mind, as he can still manages to make you cum and he gets to finish too, but you wished it didn’t have to stop so soon. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He lives for risks and experimenting. There’s not much he would say no to, and you’re the same. Sometimes he’ll try something a bit different and you’ll love it, and sometimes you may not but if he hadn’t tried it neither of you would’ve known. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Lord he can go the whole night if he could. He has incredible patience and is able to hold back his orgasm for longer than any other man you’ve been with. He’ll watch you come undone time and time again before he’s even spilled his seed. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Neither of you own any, but as I mentioned before he would love to try them and see how it would make you react and even see how it feels himself. He had used a vibrator once on one of his old flings, and he would love to see how a toy like that would work on you. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s always teasing you to hear your moans and whimpers and pleas. He’ll tease you to the point of insanity, begging him to touch you or for more, and he’ll simply chuckle at the state of you. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Neither of you can really be too loud in the lab, but he does occasionally let a moan slip from his lips, and when he does you can’t help but copy. His talking voice is already attractive, but his voice during sex is simply just something else. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I don’t know what to write for this so…

The first time you fucked all started with Henry walking in on you in the shower. You were moaning his name, and you presumed the sound of the shower would drown out your noises as you touched yourself. You had almost reached your high when he pulled back the shower curtain, a prominent bulge in his white trousers as he stared at you with that teasingly devilish look in his eye. You quickly moved your hands in front of your body to cover yourself up, but he grabbed your arms, stopping you, and joined you in the shower. Fully clothed. 

“Henry, you’re going to get wet.” You told him, but that didn’t bother him as he leaned down, and crashed his lips into yours. 

There had always been an undeniable tension between the two of you, and you haven't been able to pinpoint what it was, but now it was clear to you. You caught a glimpse of his chest through his soaked white shirt, and you couldn’t help but let out a small whine at how the fabric stuck to his abs. 

“Think you can keep quiet for me, honey?” He asked as he got down on to his knees, placing a hand on your thigh. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Henry’s definitely got 8 inches down there and it’s always a stretch when you fuck. There’s a vein on the underside that wraps beautifully around his cock, and makes your mouth water. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’d say he’s got quite a high sex drive, he’s always down to fuck basically. He used to use it as a way to cope in the lab, and so he got stuck on chasing the feeling of that high. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually, he’d have to go back to his room or continue with his day before he could fall asleep after sex, but in the rare occasion that you spend the night together, he would clean the two of you up and get in to bed for cuddles and talk about your day before falling asleep. 

[gluion]

somehow, i'll gather the stars just for you ➵ jacob bae

non-idol!jacob bae x reader

even in the nights where the stars refuse to show themselves, jacob will round them up just for you.

general genre/warnings ➵ fluff, light angst and hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader, lowercase intended, established relationship, sort of reader-centric because oof you do have problems (but we never dive into them)!, talks about constellations and stargazing, set on the beach (hence why it's part of the event), overall very soft and caring and understanding boyfriend!jacob ever, kissing, cuddling

word count ➵ 1.7k words

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @mosviqu @vernyangel

playlist ➵ tila tala by syd hartha // where the sea sleeps by day6 (even of day)

a/n ➵ wrote this on a whim again. i have a tendency to write drabbles like these when i feel kinda :// but i am glad to say i am finally making my submission for deoboyznet's summer for you event!! i hope you enjoy this cute jacob drabble for the time being :]]

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the air smells of salt and burning wood. your eyes remain closed as the crackling coming from the bonfire fills your ears. the saltwater breeze hits your cheeks, stinging them like always.

you consider this beach a safe place from any storm—a getaway car from turmoil in every corner of your life. all away from the city that brings you nothing but stress and uncertainty, the beach will do nothing but bring you comfort. 

and tonight should be like every other; the ocean would meet with the shore in intervals; the whispers of the wind are meant to be loud, mumbling melodies you never hear amid heavy traffic, and; there should be a sea of stars around the moon that glows, forming constellations you know the names of all around it.

but when there's no celestial body in sight, you realize that tonight's plans will not push through.

"this is the first time i've seen the sky filled with nothing but clouds," your boyfriend, jacob, voices out. your eyes open as you take a quick side glance at the boy beside you. "from the beach, at least"

you rip your eyes away from him only to be met with a sky that has not changed. tonight was meant for stargazing. but the one night you two finally settled on had to be one that was not made for you both.

the starry night should come—this type of occurrence has never happened in the years you spent going to this beach. so why, out of all times, did the stars refuse to show now?

jacob wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close so that your body can rest on his. your back is supported by his torso as his chin rests on your shoulder. a small sigh leaves your lips as your eyes drift back down to the body of water behind the bonfire that glows in front of you. 

"i'm sorry tonight didn't turn out as planned." jacob's whisper is almost inaudible. "i'm sure the next time will have as many constellations drawn up in the sky—ones you know the names of, of course." you know it's his attempt to lighten up the sour mood you had since leaving the city with him.

he's always been the understanding type—the one to let you feel whatever you wanted to feel, and share whatever you were comfortable enough to share. but he never fails to remind you that he's there; offer you an ear to listen to you; act as your shoulder to cry on, and; share with you words that you need to hear at any given moment.  

you swallow the lump in your throat, "we spent so long trying to find one night that works for us only to be met with a starless sky." you then stare at the orange glow that emits from the burning wood. "i can't believe this is the first time this is happening, a night with no star in sight, on the day we wanted to finally stargaze together."

and it should be a small thing to be upset about—a moment to be bummed out about but easy enough to bounce back from. but the reason you're at this beach tonight is the same reason why you always find yourself leaving the city in the first place.

jacob continues to draw unrecognizable patterns on your arm. "what do you think that is?" his question has you looking at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "do you want me to draw it again?"

when you give him a nod, he repeats his actions, tracing out four imaginary lines on your skin you cannot make a figure out of. your eyebrows remain furrowed at him, only making him slip out a chuckle. 

"i'll give you a hint; it's a constellation."

you feel yourself pout at his words. despite any ruined plans, he never fails to find a way to make any night turn in the right direction.

without any answer leaving your lips, jacob shows you a teasing look. "don't tell me you don't know your constellation when you dragged me out to the beach this late into the night." when you bump your shoulder against his chest, he lets out a giggle. "okay, i'll do it one more time. if you don't know it, i'm about to believe you don't know your astronomy after all."

he draws the pattern once more. the sensation resembles the letter "w" with wide spaces in between. and you spend your time rattling through your brain, only to figure out what he was trying to draw. "is it cassiopeia?"

he smiles at your answer and says, "wow, you know your stars!" he quickly gives you a peck on the lips, catching you by surprise at the sudden action. your flustered expression only has him smiling bigger. "think of that as a prize."

you roll your eyes. "i didn't know you knew your constellations. i was planning to show off astronomy knowledge in real-time versus having you pull out pictures and me telling you the names of each one."

"that's all i remember, really," he admits as he continues to draw patterns on your arms. at this point, you aren't sure if he's trying to draw out more constellations for you to guess or if he's simply tracing for fun. "if i remembered more, i would have let you guess all the ones i knew. it would be our way of stargazing without the stars themselves."

your heartstrings tug at his words. no matter what the world brings to shatter you, there will always be one boy who never fails to look out for you.

you let your hands reach out towards him. "give me your hand." jacob moves his hand away from the sand and lets it rest on yours. with his palm facing up, you bring your free hand to his hand. "this is," your index finger draws out a small box with a long tail. "the small dipper."

his head tilts to the side, eyebrows furrowed at what you had just drawn. "what? can you do it again? it feels like a badly drawn tadpole."

"tadpole?" you scoff, taken back by his comment. "that's the small dipper!"

you draw it out once more, only for him to hum. "sure, i guess." once you gasp at his words, he cannot help but giggle. a pout rests on your lips over his comment. "i'm just kidding! come on, show me more."

you glare at jacob for a moment. "don't make fun of my drawings then!"

"i won't," he says before he nuzzles his face into your shoulder, leaving a long kiss. "teach me about these constellations."

and so the night goes on. you show him ones as simple as scutum and ones as complex as orion. while jacob found himself just nodding at your words with no clear idea of how these constellations actually looked like, he still liked to hear you ramble about these star patterns typically found in the sky.

he notices how you slowly found yourself brightening up over sharing your knowledge of astronomy. from how reserved you were before getting into his car, he now sees the same person who cannot help but ramble over their love for the celestial bodies.

"and this is," you draw a pattern you remember by heart. "gemini." jacob smiles at how you decide to show him what his star sign's constellation is. "it's one of my favorite ones, actually."

"it is?"

you let out a hum as you look at his hand where your index finger rests. "if you look closely, it resembles two people." you draw out the pattern once more. as soon as your eyes meet his face, you notice how his expression shifts into realization.

"wow, it does," he smiles as he looks down at his hand that you continue to draw on. "it resembles us."

you roll your eyes over his words. "jacob, that's not what it means, but okay."

your boyfriend cannot help but move his hand off of yours, bringing you closer for a cuddle. "yeah, but still. let me make whatever i want with those stars you love." he leaves you another kiss on the cheek. "besides, i want to make everything about you and us." you cannot help but smile at his affection, your eyes resting on the wood that continues to burn.

despite tonight's events (and the reason why you needed to get out of the city), jacob found a way to make you feel better. without uttering a word, he knew exactly what to do to save tonight. and somehow, you are almost glad that the stars decided to not show up—tonight's events turned out to be cuter than actual stargazing.

"thank you," you whisper out. "for trying to make tonight better." when you move your head to face him, you notice that his eyes are already on you.

he shows you a soft smile—one that never fails to fill your heart with warmth. "i just want you to know i'm always here. i'll be anything you want me to be, just so long as we'll both be okay."

you cannot help but let your face move closer to his. as soon as your eyes close, you move forward until your forehead rests on his. you can feel his breath graze over your lips. and with a moment to breathe, you say, "i'm glad i have you. even in times when everything went wrong, i'm happy that you were always there."

"of course," his hand reaches out to rest on the side of your face. and when his thumb starts to draw imaginary lines on your cheek, you cannot help but smile. he traces out what you can only think of as the constellation of gemini. "just like what i drew on your cheek, i'll make sure we'll always be together. i'll be sure to engrave it there like how you did on my hand. that way, we know that it forever remains somewhere, even if the starry night may not show it."

and just like that, you let yourself close the distance between you two, lips locking with the boy who never fails to know what to do in every distraught moment.

tonight's events may not have gone as planned, and the beach may not have become the place you were hoping for it to be when you desperately needed it. but for you, jacob is more than what the beach and its starry night can provide. on starless nights, he would round up the stars just for you, somehow.

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[daisychainsandbowties]

you know, Ava is my favorite character ever. i feel i can confidently say that. which is something because i have loved several characters very deeply in the past and yet, this feels different. for so many reasons, i relate to her, i empathize with her, i feel protective of her, i respect her, i admire her, i envy her, she brings me joy and i simply love her so much. likewise, Avatrice are, by far, my favorite pairing/dynamic i've ever encountered. i always used to find it was one character in particular in a couple that you were drawn to; and while Ava is my favorite, i am almost equally drawn to both her and Beatrice. both are so well developed, so equally interesting. great care has been taken with both of their stories. i find that rare, special.

i watched warrior nun the night it was released. sat there for seven hours and watched it. if i could have done so unblinkingly, i would have.

toya turner’s acting in that opening scene is what hooked me, because i knew immediately that Mary & Shannon were being played as a love story, a tragedy. felt a flicker of hope in my chest. and then there was Ava, kissing her reflection, running on the beach, and i just fell in love completely.

i opened this app a few weeks later and looked up ‘ava x beatrice’ just to check that i wasn’t alone. but i was, admittedly, too frightened to become invested in them.

what i did do was watch the show dozens and dozens of times. those were hard years, and you know when you love something so much it’s like breath, something you want to wrap around yourself? it was that to me. kind of feels unbelievable now how i clung to it in such isolation, how some days it was a raft and other days it felt like sunlight.

i think Ava is such a testament to survival. the halo wipes away all her scars but you can still see them in how she looks at the world, flinches from it, can’t bear to do anything less than love it. she was a very healing character to me because you can see her hurting and you can see, feel, experience her refusal to surrender to it. how she’s afraid and smiles anyway. Ava laughing in the catacombs (at death), Ava loving what is mortal (herself).

i remember when the second series was announced. i couldn’t believe it. i set alarms on my phone, couldn’t concentrate on the day it released until i got home, feeling terrified, hopeful. i cried for an hour when they kissed. it just… took me out at the knees. i’d lost faith in seeing myself in shows like that, and… i don’t know there’s something about watching two characters you love, two queer characters kiss on screen, for real, that makes you, as Ava says, fall a little bit in love with what you are because there it is!! what you are is beautiful.

so, yeah, ever since then i’ve been, for the first time in forever, vocally, loudly in love with these characters. with Ava, with Beatrice, i think in equal measure. i have a soft spot for Ava because we’re so alike, but i can see myself in Beatrice too. in both of them i see what i am and what i love, and i suppose in falling for them i’ve been tricked a little into falling for myself, something along the lines of kissing my reflection in a shop window

[kylianswifey]

First Date - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Summary:

love ur writing , psg!french footballer reader x kylian has been on my mind a lot… you can do whatever you’d like with this request ! 💐

Y/N had always been passionate about football. Ever since she was a little girl, she would spend hours watching games, analyzing plays, and practicing her skills. So, when she got the opportunity to play for the PSG women's team, she was over the moon. She couldn't believe that she was going to be playing for one of the most prestigious clubs in Europe.

The first time she saw Kylian, she was starstruck. He was already a famous football player, and seeing him in person was like a dream come true. They would run into each other from time to time during training days, and Y/N couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He had a certain charm about him that was hard to resist.

It started off innocently enough. They would exchange small talk, joke around, and even flirt a little. But as time went on, the flirting became more and more intense. Y/N found herself looking forward to their encounters and couldn't help but blush whenever Kylian would flash her a smile.

One day, as they were stretching after training, Kylian made a move. He walked up to her, a mischievous glint in his eye, and asked, "Hey, do you want to grab a drink with me sometime?"

Y/N was taken aback. She had been hoping for this moment for weeks, but now that it was here, she didn't know what to say. "Um, yeah, sure," she stammered.

Kylian grinned, obviously pleased with himself. "Great! How about tomorrow night?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Tomorrow night? Yeah, that works for me."

"Awesome," Kylian said, before giving her a wink and walking away.

As Y/N watched him go, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. She was going on a date with Kylian Mbappé. It was almost too good to be true.

The next day, Y/N spent hours getting ready for the date. She tried on outfit after outfit, trying to find the perfect one. She settled on a cute summer dress and a pair of strappy sandals. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. What if Kylian didn't like her?

As she arrived at the bar where they had agreed to meet, she saw Kylian already there, waiting for her. He was dressed casually, in jeans and a t-shirt, but he looked amazing as always. Y/N couldn't help but smile as she approached him.

"Hey," she said, feeling a little breathless.

"Hey," Kylian said, grinning at her. "You look beautiful."

Y/N felt a flush rise to her cheeks. "Thanks."

As they settled into their seats and ordered drinks, Y/N felt the tension between them. It was different from the easy banter they had shared before. This was more charged, more electric.

They talked about everything and anything, laughing and joking as they got to know each other better. Y/N found herself completely drawn to Kylian. He was charming, funny, and incredibly smart. She could see why he was such a talented football player.

As the night wore on, they moved from the bar to a nearby park. They sat on a bench, looking up at the stars, as Kylian put his arm around her. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine as she leaned into him.

"Y/N," Kylian said, turning to face her. "I have to tell you something."

"What is it?" Y/N asked, her heart racing.

"I think you're amazing," Kylian said, his eyes fixed on hers. "I've been wanting to ask you out for so long, and I'm so glad I finally did. I feel like I can be myself around you, and I really enjoy spending time with you."

Y/N felt her heart soar. "I feel the same way," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kylian smiled at her, and then leaned in to kiss her. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it was filled with passion and longing. Y/N felt her body respond, her heart beating faster as she melted into the embrace.

From that moment on, Kylian and Y/N were inseparable. They continued to play football for PSG, but they also made time for each other. They would go on dates, travel the world, and support each other in their respective careers. They were a team both on and off the field.

As their relationship progressed, Kylian and Y/N also started to train together more often. They found that they had a natural chemistry on the field, and they pushed each other to be better players.

Y/N loved watching Kylian in action. He was so fast and agile, with a quickness that was almost mesmerizing. She found herself studying his moves, trying to learn from him.

Kylian, for his part, was equally impressed by Y/N. He admired her tenacity and drive, and he loved watching her play. He found himself cheering her on, even during their competitive drills.

One day, as they were practicing their free kicks, Y/N felt a pang of nerves. She had always struggled with free kicks, and she knew that Kylian was watching her closely. She took a deep breath and tried to focus.

Kylian stepped up next to her, offering her a small smile of encouragement. "You got this," he said.

Y/N felt a sudden surge of confidence. She took her shot, and to her surprise, it was perfect. The ball sailed over the wall of defenders and into the goal. She turned to Kylian, her heart racing.

He was grinning at her, obviously impressed. "Nice one," he said.

Looking back on that first date, Y/N knew that it was the beginning of something special. She couldn't have predicted where their love would take them, but she was grateful for every moment they shared. As she snuggled up to Kylian on the couch, watching a movie and laughing together, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

[roseofdarknessblog]

Suffering the Consequences (Porco Galliard x Reader)

Word count: 4 070

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes  

Summary: Porco never forgave Reiner for inheriting the Armored Titan. Not because that way it had to be him, who stayed behind in Marley. And even though he got to inherit a Titan eventually, he never wanted it to be under such dark and painful circumstances. 

Suffering the Consequences

You knew this was going to be pretty difficult.

Coming here, knocking on the door, and actually going upstairs to his room. All of that, while avoiding the grief, which was present everywhere. Truly everywhere. In his mother′s eyes, his father′s every movement, and even in the walls of the house, you knew so well. You′ve been there many times before, but now everything seemed completely different.

Mostly the photographs you saw hung on the wall, while you were walking up the stairs. You knew every single one of them – both of the boys on them. You knew their bright smiles, their cheerful eyes, and unique personalities.

It was still hard to believe, that you′ll never see them together again. One of them was gone for good and never coming back. He never even said a proper goodbye, because five years ago he believed, that he′ll come back home. When he hugged you for the last time, he promised you′ll see him again.

And you believed him, why wouldn't you?

Your hand was shaking slightly, while you took one last deep breath and knocked on the familiar door. The whole house was deathly quiet, almost as if nobody was home. You waited for a moment, gave him some time... but after he didn't answer, you slowly grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open.

„Porco?“ you addressed him quietly, looking around in the dark room. The blinds were drawn, but you could clearly see the familiar silhouette amongst the messy bed sheets. „May I come in?“ When he didn't answer once more, you gave a quiet sigh, walked in, and carefully closed the door.

You wanted to let some natural light in to see better, but before reaching for the blinds, you changed your mind. It was better to wait and give him space. Let him talk, when he′s ready. So you walked over to the bed and sit down on the ground right next to it. It didn′t take Porco long, until he let his arm hang over the edge of the bed, searching for yours. With a tiny smile, you interlocked your fingers, pulling his hand to your lips.

„How did it go? How are you feeling?“ you asked worriedly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles ever so slightly. They were busted up in a couple of places and covered in dried blood. That scared you, because if everything went as it was supposed to... they should have healed by now.

„My head is pounding, I've never had such a bad headache,“ he mumbled finally, pulling his hand from your grip. „My whole body hurts so bad,“ he added in a weak voice, slowly turning his head towards you. „Am I supposed to feel like this?“

„I don't know, never been in your place.“

„I′m glad.“ With that, he reached for the covers and pulled them over his head.

You tried to tell yourself, that you are prepared for everything. Every possible situation this day could bring. But suddenly it didn′t seem so easy. Seeing your boyfriend like this made you worried, scared, and confused most of all.

„Do you want to talk?“ you asked after a short while, looking around his room. Every corner was familiar, you′ve been here many times over the past few years. Not once did you feel this helpless and out of place. „Can I lay down next to you?“ you tried when Porco didn't answer. Without a proper answer, he just lifted the covers, inviting you beside him.

Slipping off your shoes, you made yourself comfortable next to him, planting a gentle kiss into his hair, running your fingers through it. It wasn't nicely done like usual, every little strand had a mind of its own.

„It was horrible,“ he whispered almost inaudibly, pressing his body against yours, his arm wrapping around you tightly. „I know it′s not her fault... not entirely, but... I don't know what to feel. What to think. I didn′t expect to be this confused and torn over this whole thing.“ His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, leaving a delicate kiss on your collarbone. „It all hurts so bad, Y/N.“

Today was a very special day.

For him and for Marley.

He was set to inherit the Jaw Titan, which once belonged to his late older brother Marcel. About five years ago, he and three other young Warriors with titan powers were sent to Paradis Island. They had a big and important mission, which they failed. After such a long time, only one of them came back – Reiner Braun, the inheritor of the Armored Titan. The Titan Porco so desperately wanted years ago.

„I never wanted it to happen this way.“

„Nobody wanted it this way,“ you assured him in a calm voice, rubbing his back comfortingly. „And everybody is hurting and grieving, you are not alone. You have your parents and me, we are here for you. Every step of the day.“

„You can′t feel all the anger that′s still inside me. And it′s not going away, it′s not fading. Only growing bigger and stronger every day. Even more, since he came back,“ he spat out, hugging you tighter. „I can't bear to look at him.“

„You don′t have to, it′s fine.“

A couple of days back, you went over to the Brauns and talked to Reiner. He didn′t say much about their mission, but that was understandable. All you wanted to know, was what happened to the other Warriors. If there was at least a slight chance of them still being alive. Sadly, Annie was the only one, who was still potentially okay. But he didn′t know for sure. Or maybe didn′t want to tell you.

You felt sorry for him – it truly seemed, that he came back a different person. He could barely look at you while talking. Maybe because he already knew, that you and Porco were together. You and Reiner were pretty good friends all those years ago, but now you barely recognized him. And it had very little to do with the way he grew up into a tall and handsome young Warrior. His honey-gold eyes were still kind like before, but emptier and sadder.

„It was hard to look at her... Ymir,“ he said after a while.

„What an unfortunate name,“ you replied while trying not to think about that poor girl. From what you′ve heard, she handed over the stolen Jaw Titan willingly and without trying to object. Maybe that′s why you felt sorry for her. She never wanted to hurt anyone or kill Marcel. It was all an accident. „Do you think you′ll see her memories? Or Marcel′s?“ you asked a little hesitantly, the tips of your fingers gently gliding over the back of his neck. You knew he loved it, your touch always helped him relax.

„I don′t want to think about that right now.“

„Yeah, okay.“

You kissed the top of his head, letting him cling to you as much as he needed and wanted. It was important, that he felt safe and loved during these days and weeks. You knew how much he grieved the death of his brother. Marcel was your friend too, you cared about him and were super proud when he inherited the Jaw.

The realization, that he wasn′t coming back...

Your heart hurt for the whole Galliard family. The boy′s parents were always so nice to you, letting you come over and stay whenever you wanted. They were truly enlighted when you and Porco fell in love after many years of friendship and became a couple. His mom even hinted a couple of times, that she′s looking forward to the day you′ll become a part of the family. She seemed truly devastated when Porco frowned upon her words and said, that nothing like that will happen soon. Not to hurt anyone′s feelings, he loved both of you very dearly. But there was plenty of time for marriage and similar plans many years down the lane.

Well...

„From now on we only have thirteen years,“ you said, feeling the sadness from your words fill the whole room. How was it possible, that this thought didn't cross your mind up until now? Or maybe... maybe it was better that it didn′t. „Do you think it′s enough time to fulfill all of our dreams?“

Porco mumbled something, but when you wanted him to repeat himself a bit louder, he didn′t bother. If he didn′t occasionally kiss your neck or stroke your back, you would have assumed that he fell asleep. But like this, the two of you lay in complete quietness, while the sun outside slowly set. However, there was no nice sunset to look at. Dark clouds came over Liberio from the west, bringing a nasty storm along as well.

You knew, that when Porco took a few deep breaths and held them in for a couple of seconds, he was trying not to cry. Same with the moment, when he cuddled closer to you or tightened his grip around your body. As if he was scared to let out as many tears as he needed. You didn′t say anything, trying not to make the whole situation even worse for him. It was more than enough when you heard his parents argue downstairs. Despite trying to ignore the shouting, you made out just enough words to understand what the argument was about. One was blaming the other for what happened. Over the fact, that they let their children become Warrior candidates and be swept into the dangers of serving Marley.

Porco didn't dare to move a muscle, while his parents were arguing. Quiet the opposite, he pulled the covers over the both of you in an attempt to hide from the whole world. After a while, when everything got quiet, he fell asleep. His breathing slowed and evened out, while you were playing with his hair and crying silent tears. It was impossible not to think about Marcel when you were here. Even more, when his younger brother, who you loved deeply, was sleeping in your arms.

You knew you should have gone home, but leaving Porco seemed too cruel. You wanted to be there, if he woke up during the night and wanted to talk or just simply cuddle and grieve in silence. His mom came upstairs and brought you something for dinner, but none of you touched the plates. While he slept, you got hold of some of his books and looked through them, read a page or two, and then grabbed another one.

Eventually, you ended up curled in a warm blanket, sitting on the comfortably wide window sill with your knees pulled up to your chest. Watching the raindrops race down the glass was pretty comforting, the loud sounds of the raging storm somehow made you feel at ease.

„You mentioned the thirteen years we still have together,“ Porco suddenly said, looking at you from his bed. „Are you willing to spend them with me? Knowing, that it′s all we have and nothing more?“

„What do you mean?“ you asked, leaning the back of your head against the cold window, while you hugged your knees a bit tighter.

„Thirteen years is a long time... from one perspective. You could get married, have kids, and stuff like that.“

You nodded, giving him a little smile. Getting married and having kids... did you ever want to do those things? Not until you met Porco. Not until you started to imagine your future together. That future, which was now seemingly in ruins.

„Get married to someone, who is not going to leave you in a couple of years,“ he explained a little better, his eyes looking you over very carefully. „It′s not like I want to break up or anything. Hell no, I love you like crazy, but...“

„Then I don′t see the point of talking about it. I shouldn′t have brought it up earlier, I′m sorry. We should live in the present and don′t worry about the future.“ It was easier said than done. But for the sake of you both, you had to at least try. „Do you feel better?“

Porco shrugged, outstretching his hand toward you, calling you back to bed next to him. You gave the gloomy rainy street one more look, before sliding under the warm covers once more, giving Porco one long kiss.

„Do you need permission to turn into your Titan form?“ you asked, brushing some strands of hair from his forehead. He hated when his hair was all tosled around, but you on the other hand loved it. That truly effortless look suited him pretty well.

„Of course. Marley likes to have everything under control.“

„That′s a shame, I would like to see you with all that new power.“ It was still a serious and sensitive topic to talk about, but it was necessary. This was the new reality you had to learn how to navigate now. There was no going around it, just straight through. „Make good use of it. For yourself, Ymir, Marcel, and all those before you.“

„You know... I still sometimes think about all the possibilities if it was me, who got the Armored all those years ago. Marcel would still be here.“

„He is so proud of you, I am sure about it,“ you whispered, while Porco wrapped his arms around your waist, turned onto his back, and pulled you on top of him. With a quiet laugh, you found his lips for a moment, resting your head on his shoulder and making yourself comfortable for the night. „And he′ll always be with you in some way.“

„Watching over every dumb thing I do, right?“

„Yeah, that′s exactly what I meant,“ you smiled, feeling a tiny bit of relief, when you heard him chuckle. It was all going to be okay. You were sure of it. Porco just needed time and support. He needed you – your love and patience. And you were determined to give him all of that and much more. „I love you so much,“ you whispered against the warm skin on his neck, running your fingers along the contours of his jaw. „Titan powers or not, you′ll always be my number one.“

„Pfff, don't start sounding like a lovesick fool. That was never your style,“ he teased you, kissing you on the forehead. „Magath said my Titan looks pretty similar to Marcel′s. Maybe because we′re brothers, I don′t know. And maybe I don't even wanna know.“

„Sometimes it′s better not knowing.“

„From what I know, the previous Jaw looked a lot different from Marcel′s. It was a bit bigger and had sharper and longer claws. And it didn′t look like... a lion, maybe. I don't know why, but Marcel′s always looked like a lion to me in some ways. Even with all of that darker brown hair or mane or whatever it was.“

„So does your Titan have your hair color?“

He nodded. „That′s the biggest difference. Also, my teeth and jaw look a little different.“

You′ve never seen either of the Titans, so it was all up to your imagination. Bertholdt once made a sketch for you, when you were little and just before they left for Paradis. He drew every Titan for you, while Pieck was the one, who drew the Colossal Titan. At least that way you felt a little closer to your friends, who lived a completely different life. You still had those sketches at home, taped to the wall above your desk.

The news of Bert and Annie not returning from Paradis broke you more than you could have ever imagined. You knew, that it was a possibility, but all those years still hoped and prayed that they′ll come back. That you′ll see your friends once again. When Zeke and Pieck were sent after them, you knew something was very wrong. And Porco did too. Remembering the morning, when they finally, after five long years returned and only brought Reiner back with them...

It was like your heart broke into millions of tiny pieces. It was at that moment, you knew your childhood ended for good. When you lost the people, you grew up with and who you watched walk down a very dangerous path.

You knew this would eventually come, but nothing and nobody could prepare you. Better said, there was simply no way to prepare for your friends dying and leaving you here all alone.

„I need to be at the military HQ pretty early in the morning,“ Porco said after a long moment of silence. „Don't know what for, but I′m nervous, to be honest. It′s still pretty new to me. All this responsibility.“

„You′ll do great, I′m sure. It may take you a couple of days, but you′ll get the hang of it. If you look at it, being in the military is just an ordinary job, somebody has to do it.“

The only thing you wished, was that it could be somebody else. Anybody else but Porco. A stranger, who meant nothing to you. A simple nobody, whose death wouldn't affect you in any way.

„Do you have work tomorrow?“

„No, not tomorrow,“ you said, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. „We could maybe go for a walk. Or do something else. Something nice, we deserve to have some fun.“

„Are you sure?“ he asked a little hesitant, running one of his hands through your hair. He loved it, aimlessly playing with your hair while talking or before falling asleep. „Do we get to enjoy life and be happy, if most of our friends are dead?“

„We do,“ you said without hesitation, lifting your head from his chest. „Because we are still alive. And we have to act like it. We only have one life, and we should live the best we can. Until we have time.“

You waited for a response, but Porco stayed quiet. You were sure he didn′t agree with your words. And deep down, you didn′t agree with them yourself. But was there something else you could do? Mourning your friends was one thing, but not continuing to live your life was something completely different. Mostly, because you didn't have all the time in the world.

„I tried to prepare myself for this outcome. And I thought, that... hell, I thought that I′m ready for anything. I thought I′m ready for the possibility, that Zeke and Pieck will return without either of them. And now I think it would be better that way. If they returned without Braun.“

You sighed quietly, still looking into his face. The way Porco was avoiding eye contact told you only one thing – he was close to tears once again. „Blaming Reiner is not going to do any good. It′s not going to change anything.“

„And what am I supposed to do? Hang out with him as if nothing happened? Smile at him and pretend everything is okay? He is the reason my brother died. It was him...“

You pressed your right index finger to his lips before he could continue, leaning in for a kiss just a moment after. „What are you supposed to do?“ you repeated his words, running your thumb over his lower lip. „Leave him alone, he suffered enough, Porco. You can be angry at him if you truly need to. That′s on you. But, please, stop searching for conflicts and opportunities to fight. It won't do any good to either one of you.“

„But...“

„I know you′re in pain right now. It's understandable. But losing yourself in it won't help you get over what happened. Marcel would never want you to suffer. After all... he wanted you to live,“ you took one deep breath and lowered your voice a little before you spoke again. „That′s why he did all of that.“  

It was a risk you had to take.

You had to let him know, how all of this happened.

Porco didn′t know, what his brother did for him. And you didn′t know either... until very recently. Until you talked to Reiner, sat with him for long hours in silence, and waited for him to open up. He told you everything he could, but just after you promised, that you′ll talk to Porco on his behalf. The best thing would be to let them talk directly, but seeing how they both felt... you agreed.

And now it was probably the right time to talk. Tell him everything he needed to know.

„What do you... what do you mean? Do you know something I don't?“ he asked urgently, trying to sit up. With the weight of your body on top of his, you held him down. It was crucial, to keep him calm so he would listen to what you had to say. „Y/N...“

„Stay quiet and let me talk, okay?“After a second, he nodded and made himself comfortable again, holding you close. „Reiner told me everything he wants you to know. Everything... he doesn′t feel like telling you himself right now.“

„Coward,“ he mumbled under his breath. „Does he really think...“

„Porco!“ you admonished him, rolling your eyes. „I won′t tell you anything if you don′t shut your mouth.“

He muttered something once more, but eventually let it be. After a few deep breaths, which were supposed to calm you down. All you had to do, was tell him everything Reiner told you. Just repeat those words. Those words full of pain and sadness.

„It was you, who was supposed to get the Armored Titan,“ you started in a quiet and calm voice, reassuringly rubbing his chest for comfort. „And it was Marcel, who prevented that from happening.“

You waited for a bit, expecting any kind of reaction from Porco. But he stayed silent, waiting for you to continue. However, you could feel his body tense up, and with your head still on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat pick up.

„All he wanted, was to protect you and keep you safe. So he talked to Magath and the other people in charge, making Reiner seem a much better fit for the Armored Titan. I don′t know how he did it. Neither did Reiner.“

That was basically all you knew. Maybe Reiner had some other information but wasn′t prepared to tell you yet. And maybe that was all Marcel was willing to share with him, just shortly before his tragic passing.

„That′s all I know,“ you added quietly, kissing his cheek. The expression on his face was very hard to read. „Maybe he knows something more and will tell you later.“

Porco simply nodded, running his hand up and down your back. You anxiously waited for any kind of reaction. For any words or protests. But his willingness to argue was suddenly gone. He seemed more defeated than ever before. Even more, than the day he got the news about his brother′s passing.

And that was quite a big shock.

„You can always go and talk to him. I think he′ll be willing to tell you everything. More than I ever could.“

„Yeah,“ he breathed out after a long while.

The silence was almost too painful to bear. Everything would be better, even hearing him cry or scream. But if peace and quiet were what Porco needed, you had no right to object.

You let him be, hugging him tightly. Your mere presence had to be enough. Even during the next few hours, which he spent battling tears and almost unimaginable anger, disappointment, fear, and grief. All you could do was hold him and hope, that when the morning comes, he′ll get out of bed with a new purpose.

There was no going back and fixing what was already broken beyond repair. But the future held so many new opportunities.

Where Marcel′s life ended, Ymir′s only truly began. And when her life came to an end, the new Porco Galliard was born.

If only... if only the two of you knew, what the future held. However... looking back after some time, it was better not knowing anything and just blindly trusting fate, saving your hearts from many aches and hard moments filled with pain so intense, you thought there will be no tomorrow.

But there always was a tomorrow. Just until there wasn′t. Until your and the new Jaw Titan′s life came to an early end, very shortly after each other.

[miscellaneouslibrary]

"Sword Fight" short comic

Lol, more Philomina content.

I drew this in my handheld calendar so that's why there's spotted lines.

For this comic, I was really inspired by the fights in Dandadan(great manga, though a very surprising first chapter). Paneling, perspective, foreshortening, speed lines, dynamic posing, I did my best in incorporating all those in this here mini comic. There's a lot of cut corners, like how Phil and Blade seem to be battling in a white void, and where the heck both their swords have gone, too. Next time, I'll draw the background so the space doesn't feel so barren!

I'm very proud of panel 7. In manga, I love how characters are sometime drawn out of frame to showcase speed or power. In this case, Phil looks like she's jumping into the frame to show her speed to the reader! It's just really neat. Hopefully, the way she's posing guides the readers to the next few panels. Also, the way Blade is flying backwards and the way the onomatopoeia "BAM" is drawn just accentuates the force behind Phil's kick, with the speed lines and negative space attracting your eyes to her shoes 😌 Absolute chef's kiss imo.

Honestly, this is the first time I've ever drawn Blade, so I don't really know if I did the man justice in the handsome department 😅. I didn't draw his mouth most of the time because I wanted his eyes to do the talking. I tried my best to draw him as a beast of sorts with determined and crazed eyes looking only at his prey, in this case Philomina(who we sometimes take the perspective of). His focused expression only falters when Phil does something that surprises him.

I don't know if I showcased it well in the comic but Phil is using her rapier to pierce through Blade and curving the rapier's blade to stab him multiple times in order to restrict his movements(panel 5). Then after that, Phil has the rapier spiral behind Blade to an unrecorded amount of length hence the star. Then, while Blade is confused because he's never fought an opponent who's done this before, Phil kicks him in the gut real hard, the force pushing him back. And you know what's behind him? That's right, a spiraling blade that breaks if applied too much pressure to the sides of it. So while, Blade is being kicked by Phil, he's also getting sliced up in the back by multiple shattered pieces of the rapier's blade. And because Phil is significantly smaller than Blade, she won't sustain as bad of injuries as him.

Little tidbit: Philomina despises the Stellaron Hunters. She believes that the actions they've done are unorthodox and vehemently believes that there are other options in changing fate than committing crimes. Speaking of fate, she doesn't believe it at all. Phil believes that the future can never be predetermined and claims that prophecies are psychological traps that prevent people from recognizing other options than what was shown to them by "fate". You can see why she has vendetta against Elio of the Stellaron Hunters. By looking into the future, you are cementing that future as the only option forward.

Because of that, she doesn't believe the Finality is actually real(never has she seen such evidence aside from stories from the Creed Exequys and Omen Vanguards) and argues a lot with a pink-haired master diviner from the Xianzhou Luofu.

[fishsticksloser]

Can you do a imagine with Rise Leo reacting to discovering that the reader that is his best friend (and crush ;) ) is the drummer and vocalist of a band but all the members wear mask that cover all their face? (She/her)

Hey Rockers

Leo x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, aged up, Leo centric 2nd person

A/N: Thank you! Sorry it's taken so long.

Leo was nervous, you had invited him to a concert for a well-known, local band. He was hoping to confess to you tonight, hopefully during the concert. Leo had heard about the band, even heard some of their songs as you seemed to listen to them all the time.

He got to the venue and found you. There weren't very many people there yet, but enough that he had to politely shove his way through. Leon got to you and smiled. You were standing next to the stage.

"Leo!" You grin, hugging him tight. "Come on."

He follows as you lead him to the back stage door. A security guard stops them and you tell the guard that Leo was with you. The guard nods and lets you both in.

"You got backstage passes?" He questions. You laugh, leading him through a bunch of equipment. Leo hears people call your name.

"I've gotta go." You beam, holding his arms. "Right here will probably give the best view."

"Okay, I'll see you in a bit?" Leo asks, sitting in one of the chairs. You kiss his cheek before running off.

He waits, looking at the people in the audience which was quickly filling up. He looks at the time, before shooting a text telling you that the concert was starting in 5 minutes. Leo bounced his leg, looking around for you. He saw the band get onstage, faces obscured by masks, getting ready to start their set. Leo quickly stands, going to a staff member.

"Have you seen y/n? She's my best friend, we were supposed to be here together." Leo says.

"Yeah, she's on stage." The crew member answers, not even looking up.

"Y/N L/N?" He repeats. They nod again and walk away. He goes back to his seat and looks at the members closely, trying to infer which was you.

Stupid... How didn't I know she was in a band? Has she ever told me?

The show came to an end and Leo made his way to the room the crew told him to go to. He sat on the couch inside, his leg bouncing anxiously. The door opens and the drummer steps in.

He watched the drummer, somehow drawn to her. Leo started singing along, enjoying the show. As it began to wind down, a crew member tapped him on the shoulder. They told him where to go once the band's last song ended. Leo nodded, not completely understanding why they were telling him, but listening none the less.

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

"Hi!" The drummer greets, pulling off her mask. Leo's face splits into a smile as he realizes it's you. He quickly gets up and kisses you, unable to tell you how happy he was. "Hmmm... Not the reaction I was expecting, but I don't hate it."

"Sorry." Leo blushes. "I wanted to say some stuff first, but I was just excited."

"Did you at least enjoy the show?"

"It was amazing. I can't believe you never told me you were in a band!"

[starfleetwitch]

20 Questions for Writers

Thanks for the tag @technicallywrite

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

13

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

93,749

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Holby City (Berena)

Doctor who / UNIT (Kate Stewart, Sarah Jane Smith, Ace, Tegan and Osgood)

Worst Witch (Miss Hardbroom)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Still Beating

The Gift

Happy Anniversary

Happy New Year Mrs and Mrs Wolfe

Operation: Steal your girl

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do my very best because I appreciate every single one of them!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Its probably a toss up between Hush Little Baby , Happy Anniversary and The Ghost of Tomorrow

However, I am on the very CUSP of posting a new fic that even I'm like 'Oh my god... do you just dead ass hate happiness?' 😂

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm genuinely looking through my fics like... Omg I really do hate happiness. But alas, it was between The Gift and She's Not You and I feel like She's Not You wins because you technically had to read through trauma before it got there

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not on fics no. I once got hate on artwork though. The commenter said I should be ashamed and what would Elisabeth Sladen's family think about the fact I'd drawn Sarah Jane kissing another woman... Jokes on the commenter though cause Elisabeth Sladen's IRL daughter recently posted the artwork in question on her instagram because she was basically like HECK YEAH, GO FOR IT MUM! 😂

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Me? Write smut? I don't even... I... WHAT IS SMUT?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I'm currently writing a long ass fic that crosses over with SEVERAL fandoms within the Jemma Redgrave Multiverse just so I can make a 'We don't talk about Bruno' reference

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically yes but it was never published. I DID illustrate fics for a couple of people though!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Berena... with a side order of Kate Stewart just getting her some from anyone and everyone apparently. Womans been through a lot man... she just needs herself some comfort.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The multiverse fic with the we dont talk about Bruno reference 😂

Nah for real I'm gonna say Still Beating. Bernies been bleeding out on the trauma unit floor for 4 years now, maybe more. Even if I DO get round to finishing it, it wont be what I wanted it to be. I had a lot of avenues to go down with the ex husband being involved in her treatment and recovery and now I've lost a bit of heart in it that I might cut that section out.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oh. I... don't know. I don't know if I actually have any, I just write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes I compare myself to other writers and I get really frustrated when I cant write poetically like them. When I read their work I really FEEL an emotional connection. I read slowly just to savour the words because they're so delicious and I'd LOVE to know how to do write like that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If it calls for it... ok? I don't understand the question. I didn't know this was an issue I needed to have thoughts on.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

1998 Worst Witch. I started as I meant to go on. Inflicting trauma on my favs with no real plan to bring them out of it 😂

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Oh don't make me choose my favourite child! I enjoyed writing Still Beating but I'm gonna say Operation: Steal your girl cause I just had SO MUCH FUN with it and the comments make me believe others also had fun reading it 😂

RIGHT! On to the taggy tags: @akaanonymouth @seahorsepencils @ktlsyrtis @colourmestoked04 @defo-not-sfw

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hi hi hi, i have a prompt 4 uuuu,

what if ethan, on the first MI movie, went by little goth benji on london, maybe while on the train! and then a few years later, both of them already dating go by teen pics, and after ethan shows his lil farm pics with his cows and dogs ( forever a ethan farm boy stan) they find a picture of goth benji, ON THE TRAIN, ON THAT DAY. IT WOULD BE SO SLAYYYY

He fucking hates it here. It's crowded, and smells like shit, and people are loud and God fucking dammit he wishes he was back in his comfortable flat. His mate Brandon is talking his ears off about something relating to his favourite band and how his game is soon and sure enough he finds that he doesn't really give a shit. God's sake, he rolls his eyes, if only he didn't to go on that stupid trip, seriously, he didn't have to chaperone his friend to each and every of his sporting events, did he now ? They weren't even dating.

To think he could be all cozy under his fucking blankets. Driving him absolutely mad.

Really, he wishes he was anywhere but here. Even in Brighton.

Suddenly his attention is drawn to someone trying to make his way through the crowded wagon, and soon enough he's face first with a man a little smaller than him, with short puffy hair and really, really green eyes.

Huh.

"Can you move ?" the man roughly asks, and his American accent is undeniable, "move ! I'm trying to g—"

"Okay well, no need to be so rude about it, mate," Benji annoyedly replies, still stepping aside, stomping on the floor with his heavy shoes. "There."

"Thanks," the stranger finds the time to say, going to start running again before seeming to change his mind and turning around for a few seconds. "Cool piercings, by the way."

And then he's off.

Benji blinks a few times, touching the silver on left eyebrow.

Cool piercings, by the way, the words echo in his brain, met with the charming picture of the American stranger.

What a lame line, he thinks, and then Brandon's taken his camera out and he shakes his head before posing for the flash.

—

"And this is Milshake," Ethan was telling him, sitting crosslegged on the floor, handing him a very delicate picture, "she was the first cows I ever got to name !"

"That's such a you name," his boyfriend giggles as he takes the paper, focusing on little Ethan's face, his bright expression and his small dimples. His hair was ruffled and looked a little greasy, and his overalls were covered in mud. "Look at you ! You're still as cute."

"I don't know about cute," the other grins, "but I've always been told I have a great smile."

"Oh, you do. Makes me want to kiss it all the time," Benji airily replies before leaving a peck at the corner of his lips, putting the picture down on top of the pile. "Oh, ugh," he then grimaces, catching a glance at the next one. "That's me."

"I still can't believe you were a goth," Ethan disbelievingly says, shaking his head as he choked back a laugh, "you !"

"I still think the black hair was a great move," the younger man pouts, staring at the photograph with squinting eyes. "Oh yeah, I remember that. I was on the way to Liverpool to attend a mate of mine's football game. He'd insisted I came, and I thought he was hot, so..."

His boyfriend now freely laughs, tilting his head backwards.

"The train was so crowded," the other continues, "and I'm thinking that I don't want to be here, and I don't even have music on me, it's super oppressing and like, then this guy is almost falling on me, and he's like," he puts on a very convincing American accent, "huh, dude, move, and—"

He halts. Frowns. Looks at the picture then back at his boyfriend. Then back at the picture.

"Hold on. Wait. Ethan," he starts slowly, very, very careful. "Do you happen to remember if, twenty years ago you were in the UK, on a train—"

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait."

"—and perhaps complimented a poor bloke's pierc—"

"Oh my God," Ethan breathes out, raising his hands so they were on the side of his head, "oh my God !"

"No way."

"I think, way ?"

"That was you ?!"

"I knew you looked familiar in that pic !"

"Holy shit," Benji says, staring straight ahead. "Now we have to put that in our wedding vows."

"I should've asked for your number," Ethan jokes, still looking at the picture. "I mean, not everyday you fall on the most charming British man eve—"

"Okay, moving on to you on the swimming pool."