#drew this because I’m not feeling that great in school but drawing it made me feel better

[larkinjustwanderin]

Snufkin is going to be a good father. If he would one day that is.

[amiableness]

Threads ; part one

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Language, angst, anxiety? Let me know if there's more!

A/N 💌 Part one is finally here, thank you for all being so patient with me and I promise the future parts will be better!

Interaction keeps me motivated to write, so I would love to hear your thoughts!

Series Masterlist!

The Great Hall is thrumming with activity as the anticipation of the new school year sets in. 

Sunlight pours through the windows, casting a warm, golden hue onto the tables and cold walls. The clinking of cutlery melds with the lively chatter and bursts of laughter that permeate the hall. Students eagerly catch up with their friends after the summer break, their faces illuminated with excitement and anticipation for the year ahead.

"I don’t know if I’m quite ready for this year." You admit softly. Lily, seated to your left, casts a surprised glance in your direction. Your tone carries a hint of nervousness, a stark difference from your usual excitement for the new school year.

As seventh year begins, the reality of it all felt surreal, almost as if time had slipped through your fingers without warning. Contemplating life beyond Hogwarts seemed daunting, a foggy landscape you weren't quite prepared to navigate. The thought of a future without the familiar halls and comforting routines left you feeling unsettled. Questions about your path post-Hogwarts lingered causing anxiety to tighten in your stomach. The uncertainty of what lay ahead, and where your friendships would stand in the grand scheme of things, clouded your mind.

"Because this is the year you find your soulmate?" Marlene's question hung in the air, causing your stomach to sink even further.

Soulmates were tethered by a thread, an intangible connection that tightens with proximity, drawing them closer by an irresistible pull. As their 18th birthday approached, the magnetic pull between soulmates intensified, drawing them closer together in an undeniable bond. 

Even in their younger years, soulmates could sense the faint tug of their connection, though it often was difficult to discern between fleeting infatuation and the unbreakable bond between soulmates. However, as the milestone birthday drew nearer, the pull became unmistakable, a magnetic force guiding them to their soulmate. 

At least, that's what you've heard from those who have experienced it firsthand.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” You confirm, and Lily sends you an understanding look. Neither of you had found your soulmates, while Marlene had found her soulmate in Dorcas.

The timing of finding one's soulmate varied greatly from person to person. Some discovered theirs early on in life, while others didn't find theirs until mere days before their 18th birthday. It all depended on the person and how open they were to the connection.

"We'll be going through it together." Lily says, her smile soft as she bumped her shoulder against yours. It did offer some comfort. Lily Evans had been your best friend since first year, and the thought of her being by your side made the upcoming year feel a bit more bearable.

"What if James is your soulmate?" You ask, your tone laced with playful teasing. However, Lily's hopeful expression catches you off guard, prompting you to shift your gaze towards Marlene in shock. Across the table, Marlene and Dorcas appear just as taken aback by Lily's unexpected reaction. It's a stark contrast from the adamant denials she would have offered last year.

"Maybe he is." Lily says quietly, her tone nonchalant as she offers a simple shrug, as if what she just said isn't a big deal.

“Are you..When did this happen?” Dorcas asks, and you and Marlene eye Lily curiously.

Since the moment you met him, Lily had been skillfully evading James's advances, urging him to seek out his true soulmate rather than pursuing her. Despite Lily's dismissals, James remained steadfast in his belief that she was the one destined for him. Deep down, you sensed a potential soulmate connection between them, but you never brought up the subject with Lily, knowing she would vehemently deny the idea.

Lily looks up with feigned innocence, “What?”

Marlene sighs, “Lily Evans, don’t you dare play dumb. When did your feelings towards James change?” 

"I don’t know. Over the summer, I guess, I realized I’ve been a bit unfair to him," She sighs. "He’s been nothing but kind, and I’ve just blown him off. And honestly, he was on my mind most of the summer."

"Merlin, we've barely been here for two hours, and the soulmate bonds are already starting." Marlene grins, amused.

"I didn't say I thought he was mine!" Lily cries out.

"You said maybe. That heavily implies that you do." You chuckle at the panicked look on Lily’s face, fully aware that she's going to be teased about this relentlessly.

"Have you felt a pull with him?" Dorcas asks, and Lily's cheeks flush with a delicate shade of pink.

“I mean, yes. But couldn’t that just be the annoyance I feel towards him half the time?” Lily asks.

"With that logic, you and Sirius are soulmates." Marlene interjects, her grin mischievous as she takes a sip of her tea, her gaze fixed on you over the brim of her mug. Your expression sours at the mere mention of his name, a subtle shift in mood palpable in the air.

“There is no way that Sirius Black is my soulmate.” You snark, the mere thought of Sirius causing your stomach to knot with intense emotion. Hatred, you conclude.

It's the mere mention of Sirius Black that tends to stir up the worst in you. His name alone triggers a cascade of emotions within you, igniting a visceral reaction that you struggle to contain. Just the thought of him is enough to set your nerves on edge, reminding you of past conflicts and tensions that still linger beneath the surface.

It's not as though you hadn't attempted to be friendly with Sirius. Shortly after your arrival at Hogwarts, James Potter had introduced himself to you and Lily in the Gryffindor common room. He was accompanied by Remus, and while James eagerly engaged Lily in conversation, you found yourself drawn to Remus, the two of you hitting it off. You chatted for what felt like hours, so engrossed in your conversation that you barely noticed Sirius and Peter entering the common room.

However, the moment your eyes landed on Sirius, it felt as though the air had been knocked out of your lungs. For a brief second you had wondered if he was your soulmate. Everything blurred into a hazy backdrop, your eyes unable to part from his figure.

Remus didn’t miss the way you seemed to drift away from the conversation, your gaze fixed on Sirius as he made his way over to where you all were seated. You and Remus occupied the couch, while Lily and James were comfortable in their own armchairs. Sirius and Peter hovered nearby, a curious expression etched across their features, clearly unsure who the two unfamiliar girls engaged in conversation with their friends were.

Remus had introduced you while James and Lily remained preoccupied, not yet noticing the two boys, "Mates, this is Y/n," Remus had said, his warm smile welcoming.

Peter had been friendly and eager, extending his hand with enthusiasm as he shared a bit about himself. But Sirius remained silent, his expression etched with a subtle frown. When you attempted to engage him in conversation, he responded with curt one-word answers, leaving you feeling increasingly self-conscious, questioning what you might have done wrong.

Remus had assured you that Sirius wasn't usually like that, and he promised that the next time you saw him, he would likely be more talkative and outgoing. You clung to hope, eagerly anticipating a change in Sirius' demeanor, only to be met with disappointment when his behavior remained unchanged. In the company of others, he exuded friendliness, cracking jokes and radiating outgoing energy. 

Yet, when his attention turned to you, he completely shifted, hardly communicating and barely sparing you a glance.

You couldn't figure out what you might have done wrong. From the moment you met Sirius, you had been nothing but friendly, offering a warm smile and introducing yourself with genuine enthusiasm. Lily, who shared many similarities with you, greeted Sirius in much the same manner, yet he responded to her without hesitation. It left you wondering: what had been so different about your interaction with him?

Over time, frustration crept in, and you found yourself growing increasingly sarcastic or curt in your interactions with him. Before long, your relationship devolved into incessant bickering and exchanging snide comments.

Any inkling that Sirius might be your soulmate was swiftly forgotten.

"Oi! Princess! You talking about me over there?" Sirius' voice cuts through the chatter, drawing your attention to the Marauders down the table. His cocky smirk meets your gaze, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder if he overheard your conversation. But he's too far away to have eavesdropped, yet close enough to call out to you, and his voice effortlessly grabs the attention of quite a few other students at the Gryffindor table. 

The students in your year hardly flinch, accustomed to the heated banter that often erupted between you and Sirius. Observing the familiar fighting between you and Sirius was almost expected; it wouldn't have felt like the first day of school without it for some of the students.

“Not everything revolves around you, Black.” You retort, rolling your eyes at his arrogance. Anger begins to simmer within you, heat radiating through your body as frustration builds.

You assume he must have just noticed you, considering you've been had a peaceful morning so far. But little did you know, Sirius had fixed his gaze on you the moment he entered the hall, and he's been eager to get under your skin. Anything to capture your attention.

Sirius, undeterred, flashes a grin that seems to stretch from ear to ear. “So mean already. Didn’t you miss me? The months without you were unbearable.” He calls, his tone dripping with amusement, clearly deriving great enjoyment from riling you up.

“Do you really think I spend my free time thinking about you?” You're sending him an irritated frown, but your eyes are lit up with a fire that's reserved only for him. It's the same look you get every time the two of you fight, and he loves it.

"I think you do, princess. I think I drive you crazy.” He declares with that smug grin plastered on his face, igniting a burning sensation in your stomach.

You remain silent, too consumed by anger to muster a response. His words strike a chord because, deep down, you know he's right. He has a way of driving you to the brink of frustration. You have wracked your brain, relentlessly trying to decipher why he harbors such animosity towards you and where you might have gone wrong with him.

You're momentarily caught off guard, your mind racing to come up with a response that doesn't betray your irritation, much less let Sirius think he's gotten to you. Fortunately, Remus swiftly engages him in conversation, likely sensing the tension brewing on your face.

"I'm telling you, there's a connection there." Marlene insists, and you shoot her a glare, prompting a laugh to escape her lips.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

The initial night back at Hogwarts always proved the most challenging for you. It took a few nights before you could finally settle into the unfamiliar bed and drift off to sleep without difficulty. The weight of it being your final year lingered heavily in your mind, along with the daunting task of uncovering your soulmate.

Seated before the crackling fire, you enveloped yourself in the warmth of your blanket, captivated by the dancing of the flames. Your silent wish lingered in the air - that, perhaps, if you remained in this cozy atmosphere long enough, fatigue would gradually claim you.

"Up late thinking of me, princess?" Sirius's voice breaks the silence, causing your body to tense reflexively. You shoot him a glare over your shoulder as he settles into the floor beside you, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames instead of meeting yours.

"What are you doing?" You quip, your tone laced with irritation. Sirius glances in your direction, leaning back on his palms with a subtle smirk playing on his lips. Amusement dances in his eyes as he takes in your furrowed brows and the unmistakable look of irritation etched across your features.

“Warming up. It’s rather cold in the dorm,” He says, before glancing down at the blanket that’s wrapped around your figure. “Care to share? ”

“Get fucked,” You huff, pulling the blanket tighter around your figure, your gaze fixed on the fireplace as you ignore Sirius's laughter, “Why are you sitting here? Go somewhere else.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“I’m not in the mood to deal with you.” You snark, your hopes of relaxing by the fire dashed by the unexpected disruption.

“And when are you?” Sirius's tone carries a teasing edge, and a mischievous grin tugs at his lips as he observes your bristling reaction. 

He longs for you to turn and meet his gaze, to shoot him the scathing glare he's so accustomed to receiving.

You turn sharply, your eyes narrowing into thin slits as you fix them on Sirius, a silent warning brewing in your gaze. There she is, he thinks.

“Go somewhere else.” You repeat, staring Sirius down.

“No.” He declares, shifting his position to squarely face you, leaving no doubt that he has no intention of backing down or leaving anytime soon.

“What’s your problem?” You grit out your words, and Sirius narrows his eyes at you as though you've struck a nerve. His reaction is swift, catching you off guard. While you and Sirius have always engaged in banter, he had never looked at you with such palpable hatred before.

“You.” He snaps, his voice dripping with disdain, devoid of its usual teasing lilt that never fails to irk you. Instead, his expression morphs into one of genuine animosity, a stark departure from the usual banter that fuels your frustration.

“Why? What have I ever done to you?” You're worked up now, your heart thumping with frustration as you pivot to fully face him. In your angered state, you miscalculate the proximity between you, and you're startled to find yourselves mere inches apart. Neither of you budges, both refusing to back away, as doing so would feel like conceding defeat.

Neither of you speaks, the air heavy with tension as you stare at each other through narrowed eyes, chests heaving with unresolved emotions. And in a heart-stopping moment, you feel it—the undeniable tug, the unspoken connection between you.

Your mouth parts in surprise, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment. Before you can truly react, Sirius rises abruptly and strides back to his room, leaving you sitting in stunned silence by the fireplace.

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[kel-lance]

Movie Night: fem!reader x Itadori, Megumi, Toge, Yuta Part 2

Warnings: MDNI, Group sex, camera use, teasing, humiliation, mmfmm, everyone’s bi/pan, overstimulation, worship, etc(?)

premise: You hosted a game and movie night, bc it was making and nobara s anniversary and they were going out for the weekend. Okay so sodas, pizzas, snacks, really really bad movies…. sad movies, and finally scary movies. Perfect to watch with whoever could make it to your last minute plans. Turned out to be Yuuji, Megumi, Toge, and Yuta… oh great…

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“Megumi, are you paying attention?”

“And if you want them to do this,” you yelp higher this time, more surprised than anyone that Toge knew exactly which spot Yuta was talking about. He does it again to show his underclassman, slowly this time drawing out the same noise.

“Remember what I said, if you make her come before I get to I’m unleashing mahagara on all of us.” The other guys sigh and let you go. They sit back, beaming, almost satisfied with what they got out of the moment.

You’re moved from everyone’s reach, to sitting in-between megumi’s legs, his body almost swallowing yours. His long arms tried to hide you away from the others’ greedy hands and you almost let him erase you before feeling more of him. It almost took you by surprise, that he was poking at you.

You let your head fell back onto his shoulder, wondering what face megs could be making. He’s trying so hard to hold back right now. The faint grinding of your ass onto his thighs was already enough. He gasped hard, trying not to look at you, focusing so his body could last.

You crane up and kiss his cheek, this was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Megumi never fights back against you, so seeing him trying to deny what he’s fantasized for years, you regained your playfulness and hopped off his lap.

Turning to face him, you grasp his face and pull him into a kiss, continuing his streak of pleasure. “They thought they had the upper hand because of numbers, hah.” You were surprised, they almost made you forget how they melt under your touch. You got them to keep up with you, though, of course no one else could compare to Yuuji’s.

Either way, you’ve got fresh meat now and everything from the past comes flooding back. You met tsumiki-chan in elementary school and knew she was going through hard times. You just had a knack of figuring people out as a kid and something drew you to her, more or less a curse found her because of the loss of her parents, you pitied her and exorcised it.

Megumi wondering what happened to that weird thing he used to see on tsumiki and she suddenly feels better when she’s around me? You didn’t mind as they were a fun duo, and you get how they grew up, though you had the school take you in for your sorcery instead of certain super famous super powerful super hot descendants of certain clans. *rolls eyes*

“This is my best friend’s brother, she knew about his crush but will she kill me?!” You’re brought back as you felt meg’s tongue trace your bottom lip. “She’d be happy for us.” You dive into him, pushing him back into the headboard, ignoring the other guys watching, commenting among themselves of the show before them.

You’re on all fours while kissing him into the bed frame, ass in the air, hands pressing onto his hard chest and abs. It was someone completely new, a body that you haven’t fully familiarized yourself with, yet it’s been waiting for you.

“Are you ready?” You asked, pulling yourself back to take off just the t shirt you were wearing for movie night. I mean it was your house and you asked them to come over… you could’ve started this whenever you wanted.

——switching writing style-——

- you hover over him and tease him by dipping your hips down, he’s barely entering you but still getting his raw head

- He’s whimpering and holding onto you as he cums right away and you’re loving it, giving him words of encouragement and saying how he’s so good

- He’s whisperer he’s sorry and you tell him he’s gonna fuck you as much as he’s waited for

- “She’s loving this” they chatter

- “I remember our first time…”

- “Salmon salmon”

- Tell me when you want me to move. You’re still hard, unless you need a second?

- He huffs as he holds you and says yeah

- Yuuji comes over to sit him up and hold him as he needs aftercare.

- I guess we have our order now. Don’t tire yourself out y/n yuujis bright eyes gave a lustful hint that he’s really going to enjoy todays session

- Toge pulls you to the end of the bed and has you bend kneed on the floor as he uses his fingers to fuck you into finishing and to make it easier to scoop out megumi’s cum

- He licks you clean and spits it onto megumi who both try to fight before you hazily ask them to help you do that again and you loved it

- Yuta has you sit on his dick, showing the others about the rules of your body and how to treat you until you try to move.

- He gets excited and start to go crazy with the angles and how he’ll manipulate how gravity will make you fall back onto his dick splitting you open, getting deeper and deeper, getting more intense, so intense you gave up breathing until the involuntary gasping comes.

- There was no one else but you two, his hand grabbing at your throat to keep you up, the other hand across your womb, feeling himself through and jerking his hips. Your arms were pinned by his chest and behind your back. “Yuta, plea-“ That was the final straw, he didn’t care anymore. Taking his time? Saving his energy? Fuck that, he’s known you once, letting you love him was a huge step from coming out of “neglectbernation” or his hermit phase, but he couldn’t choose between his trauma and you, his past or his future, Rika or you. You knew he didn’t need her, you were fine with it actually when he broke the curse, but then he started to be weird about it. almost forgetting that you and rika weren’t the same person, that you weren’t a body replacement for her, it just was bad to be around so you left, noticing that he and toge started to hang out together more if they’re not watching u.

- Anyway from this position if he lets go of the weight of your whole body falls onto his cock, and he bounces you back you in ease. This would be so hot if the other boys weren’t trying to claim your face

- Yuta was the most fixed on you while toge was the most needy. Yuuji was the most clingy and Megumi was the most yearned.

- Toge come over here and help us out. Toge puts himself in you too, you can feel yuta digging in deep from behind while toge rubs against your g-spot or is that your bladder?

- You don’t know as yuta holds you up between the two boys.

- You lol your head to the side and the boys nip at your neck and ear and kiss at each other, tongues twirling before they separate on soft parts of your body

- Toge pulls himself out and brings your head down on him. Changing angles yuta rhythmically pounds into you from behind. The angle making him feel larger, you waste no time taking toge in your mouth, you tasted megumis cum, your own juices and the precum of the other two.

- This was an average Tuesday tbh, sometimes yuuji comes by to watch, sometimes we just record and watch later with everyone.

- Right now could be a good time, maybe they set up a camera somewhere before you milked Megs.

- You’ll think about it later, right now why don’t you give him a show.

- You held yourself up with your hands, sometimes with your knees. Putting your hands on the back of his hips to pull and push him into your head rather they bob your head all around.

- You pull him all the way into your throat, letting him adjust and lose himself into the tight wet hot hole. Yuta moving you all around was also aiding in his pleasure.

- Looking up trying to get a glimpse of his pretty purple eyes, you loved being able to hear his voice, so him whimpering had you all sorts of messed up

- Yuta knew it too, his voice being so pretty though demanding, it was so cool. But he also knew because you’d squeeze in him whenever toge got loud.

- Megumi couldn’t stop watching you, he could only admire you, his best friend holding him as he caught his breath.

- He was eating up every angle of you, Yuuji also watching intently, patiently. His bulge was grinding into Megumi, his hands teasing and sensually grabbing at the mess you’ve created. “He could control himself.” We all hoped.

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A/N: Next ch is 3/9 (megs fr this time, yuuj, n sukuna. (And finishing off these two.))

[synthwayve]

Hi have this absolute crackpot of an AU my delirious 4:00 AM brain came up with where Micolash fulfills the role of the Plain Doll. Doodles+rambling below the cut \o/

Imagining him saying “Ah, good hunter” has been killing me for the past 30 minutes

In all honesty I have no idea where any of this came from, I think I just wondered what it would’ve been like if Insight was the loose stat that does not progress the story, and Beasthood/Blood became the story-dependent stat. That brought up the possibility of Laurence and Gehrman communicating with Kos rather than MP, and THAT made me think “what if Laurence got whisked away like he was supposed to, instead of Gehrman taking the fall for him?”

Since the doll looks like Maria and not Laurence, I figured if Laurence were in Gehrman’s place, his doll wouldn’t resemble Gehrman. So I started wondering who else would fit the role AND. YEAH. Then I just went insane from there. In this AU, moon presence would be dead(maybe “washed up” in the field of asphodels rather than the beach?) and Yahar’gul would fulfill Yharnam’s role (since it’s the more insight-heavy area, so there’s be Old Yahar’gul and New Yahar’gul lmao). I think Kos would take an arm rather than a leg thanks to the placement of the Kos Parasite, but I still drew Laurence in a wheelchair because I imagine after a certain point he’d lose the energy/mobility to walk due to an unclean cut and eldritch shenanigans.

I like to think that while Gehrman has the know-how to create the doll and MP gave it life pygmalion style, if Laurence were in his position, he would 1. Not know how to do that and 2. Not create Micolash anyway. So I thought it’d be funny if Kos just dumps him in the dream like “hey I heard you were upset, here’s something that’ll make you more upset” because Great Ones don’t understand human feelings. Kos thinks having a curious doll that can’t be killed is a gift, but obviously Laurence would Have Issues with seeing his old academic rival who died horribly just be “Brought Back But Wrong” like that. Perhaps Lady Maria and her research patients would be a really big deal and Micolash+The School of Mensis would have been the first “faction” to die in this AU. I haven’t exactly marked out who “”swaps”” with who since there are quite a few characters who dabble in both Blood AND Insight, so their biases are hard to figure out(maybe Rom would fulfill Carylls role and you’d get to fight an ascended/beastified Caryll, The Byrgenwerth Runesmith?) idk!

This is all just silly half-asleep “hey what if”s and “oh this would be goofy to draw”s so obviously I’m just tossing ideas around. And doodles! I’m tossing doodles around too :,) okay goodnight

[valentinxd]

mark me.

Soulmate Au | What you write on your skin appears on the other.

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Fem Reader

Prompt: You can’t always go on tour with him but that doesn’t either of you from letting you know you both feel.

Warnings: age gap, Keanu is 59 and Reader is 30. Reader is also in college and can’t leave at the moment. Both of you keep your relationship private.

Note: Hi I’m kinda back and I probably won’t finish what I started and I still need to do those requests I got sent in - sorry. here’s this?

Keanu had been on tour for a while now and while he enjoyed it, being able to explore the musician in him he so desperately missed you. You couldn’t go while they traveled around the country as you were finishing up this semester. You were taking a few classes that demanded a little too much of your time and while you could text, FaceTime, or call Keanu much preferred the little notes on his arms.

He found the act of you drawing or writing on him very intimate. When he would be in the hotel late at night attempting to sleep he could feel the soft swift scratches of the pen as you drew a bunny, or wrote an answer to a test, or a simple “I love you.” and “I miss you."

His handwriting was a bit more chaotic than yours, as he was used to quickly writing his signature and various notes in his busy life. Your arms would have his messy words, sometimes random reminders of “be here at 11.” or “this would be a cool idea.” and oftentimes “I really fucking miss you.”

You both kept your relationship as private as possible, you wearing long sleeves to hide it and him washing off the ink before he got on stage. He hated doing that, scrubbing away all the little notes and reminders you made for him or yourself. He didn’t want to, but because you weren’t famous and you both had a thirty-year age difference, he wasn’t about to let the world tear you apart.

You both fell into a routine and a schedule for when and where you could write to him. People were aware that Keanu had a soulmate, your handiwork on his forearms as he played bass got a lot of attention. The inked flowers you drew were impressive, which got people thinking of what he would look like with tattoos.

“I miss you.” You write.

“You could have come with me.” He writes back with a little smiley face.

“I couldn’t because of school.” You respond, though you wished you could have you didn’t want to be distracted.

“I know and you’re doing good. Proud of you honey.” His words almost made you cry.

“I’ll call you later?”

“Yes I want to hear your voice.” He drew a little heart.

He followed the routine and washed off all the ink, the water dark blue with your favorite pen. He hated doing this, erasing the part of you that was with him, but he wanted to hold on to this privacy a little longer. He took great care to avoid where you wrote that you loved him, he needed that to stay. He went to a tattoo the next day and got it permanently inked.

That still didn’t stop you from writing it again and again.

[greensagephase]

So!!!

I haven't tried to draw Miguel in a while, and I'll definitely redraw it in the future, but here is a sneak peak of what my Miguel may look like.

I struggled so, so much with his features, you have no idea. Seeing him in 2D was... different. I had to learn to love him, but after closing my lap and then coming back to it after a break, I just couldn't stop thinking about how cute it had turned out! Especially the eyes, which were the most difficult part.

Now I just want to kiss his forehead! Look at him! He looks so soft, I can't

Also, I finally caught up with your story and ??? The most beautiful fic I've ever read for sure. I'm literally defending fanfiction as a literature genre with your story. Catching up was in my to do list alongside reading The Player (Fyodor Dostoyevski). I swear to you, I was skeptical of fanfic being an actual genre before because I grew up reading "classics" and I didn't have much exposure to more recent literature up until a few years ago. Most of the things I read in my free time are still at least a century old, but now, thanks to you, I'm the most avid defender of fanfic among my friends. I even used to be shy or even ashamed of saying I read fanfiction, but now, every time someone mentions Miguel O'Hara, I speak about this fanfic I've been obsessed with and how it's long enough to rival published novels. I even have a top of favorites moments of Miguel being vulnerable in your fanfic that made me say :

(Una disculpa por la grosería)

Anyway, enough rambling lol

I'm so happy you decided to take a break during the holidays! Everyone deserves a break during this time of the year. I promise I'll finish my drawings soon.

Take care!

Bye!

Omg, pookie!! YOUR MIGUEL LOOKS SO SWEET, SOFT, AND TENDER!! SUS OJITOS TIENEN TANTA TERNURA 🥺🥺 You drew him so well, coralskybunny!! And I understand what you mean 🥲 I drew other things before because I used to do bullet journaling when I was in school, but Miguel gave me the urge to want to learn how to draw people so I could draw him (his chokehold on me is unreal), but omg… This man is so HARD to draw! And, his eyes especially are one of the hardest (and beautiful) aspects to draw!

But you captured them so tenderly 🥹🥹 ALSO, I love the way you drew his hair, too!! He looks so soft and cute, and I also want to give him a forehead kiss (if I may). Your art is so, so amazing!! I hope that if you continue drawing, that you feel comfortable enough to share your progress in the future!! 💖💖💕

Also, omg!! I’m happy you caught up with NC and that you’ve enjoyed it. There was a lot to catch up on, so thank you so much for reading it!!🥺 And also eeeee, hehe!! I’m glad that my fanfic changed your mind about that. I know there’s people who have their personal opinions, which they’re entitled to, but what I don’t agree with it is how some people look down on it as if it’s the worst thing to exist when there are fanfics 100 times better than published books, like modern fiction books that get a lot of hype with not only bad writing, but also problematic elements. I’m not going to get into more detail, but I’m glad that my story has given you a newfound appreciation for fanfic writing❤️ Hopefully, you find other fanfics that you enjoy in every fandom you find yourself in because each fandom has great writers to support!!

SFEIJFIEFJHIDJFIE THE MEME (no te preocupes por la groseria)!!! 😭😭 Me, too, pookie, me, too!! I hope that Miguel in ATSV gets to show more vulnerability than we’ve already seen. I can only hope, and beg Sony! 😭🙏🏼 But thank you so much for that lovely comment! I’m touched that you have favorite moments from the fic that you wish became canon — that’s one of the best compliments I’ve received!! 🥹

And thank you!! You’re so right. Everyone deserves a little break this month to unwind, spend time with friends and family, and celebrate. I hope you’ve had a break yourself, and if you haven’t yet, that you soon have one before the year ends! I look forward to seeing your completed art and progress, which btw, is inspiring me to start drawing again! :))

Thank you for the ask and for sharing your art!! Pls take care, pookie, and I hope you have a fantastic New Year’s!!💖

Alondra❤️

[kkbardd]

hello! i haven’t sent an ask in a while because schoolwork has been piling up infinitely :[ , but your recent posts have been really interesting to me! i really liked the room sketch one, I can’t exactly explain why but there’s something so indescribably human about it. i love spaces that looked lived in, that have personality, and I think that your room (current one? made up? old one?) has done a great job of showing that. and I’m not very good at giving advice— I can hardly follow it myself, but if you don’t know something, don’t know what you want to do, try things. it’s okay if you don’t like them. i recently found out I’m more competent in languages than I thought! i can already read and understand simple sentences in german.

there’s always more to yourself than you’ll know, I think, but the world is kinder than people think. If anything, everyone is still very new at this. we’ve never lived before. do the things you like, branch out, don’t become less of yourself for other people. everything has a place, and my best advice is to treat life as you would a vacation. do all the things you can while you’re here. build a life that makes it worth it. (sorry for the long ask and my rambling, or if this is overstepping in any way. i just read what you wrote and kind of related to it in a way. thank you for continuing to create art, it brings me a lot of joy! :] )

hey isopod!!! thanks for the ask & I wish u good luck with ur school work!

Thank u so much for the compliments, im really glad the vibe of my room was conveyed in those doodles. i absolutely looove drawing my room! It’s extremely small (a renovated utility closet) and just barely fits a bed + my desk but its packed full of the things i love. It’s very lived in and I feel like it reflects my character well.

when i drew that page I was in my senior year of high school and pressures to decide my future were overwhelming. I never thought much about it until then and I didn’t have any idea of what I was going to do. The only thing I felt I had going for me was art but I didn’t want to turn my only hobby into a job I hated. I remember going through a master list of majors on random college websites and one-by-one asking myself if I’d be okay doing it. In the end I had nothing. I was really crushed about it and felt stuck. This was right after the covid quarantine too so focusing in school was difficult & I couldn’t bring myself to apply for scholarships. I started skipping classes, smoking weed, and pushing off my assignments. All of this only made me feel more miserable, of course, so everything seemed pretty bleak at the time.

But luckily I had the support of my family and especially my mother. She would always remind me that “we have option”, “we always have options”. Because I did! This was a fresh start to try my hand at a totally different experience than what I’ve done so far. I ended up choosing my major on a complete whim after hearing my aunt had a job in an adjacent field. I was pretty sure I’d drop out after a semester, yet here I am about to graduate soon & I’m having a ton of fun!! (Hell, I’m 10 hours out in the middle of nowhere right now for my Field Methods class!) It’s not that I had a knack for Geology that I just never tapped into, or that i secretly had a passion for rocks this entire time; I just found something that seemed like an okay fit and grew interest from there. I think that a small level of commitment like that is more than enough to get you going. I had a ton of ideas in my head about how I needed to have a perfect fit major that would connect every dot I’ve laid out in my life thus far, but that’s not true at all. Life is much more messy and unpredictable than that.

But enough of my rambling!! That time of my life may have been stressful but I’m very grateful that I went through it! It changed how I viewed problems and it taught me to always look for other options when everything seems helpless.

Thank u so much for ur encouragement, I really appreciate it <33 I completely agree with everything u said!! Life is an ever changing experience & often leads u in unpredictable directions!

[polyamorouspunk]

is it wrong that im like. i dunno. sad bc my gf didnt make me anything for christmas.

i love her to death and shes great im so lucky i have her and technically we never discussed gift giving but i kind of assumed? we're long distance so like physical stuff was mostly off the table but i drew her and a bunch of characters she loves and wrote a little letter to her and just sent her pictures of that. and the whole week before today she was talking abt how she was drawing and making stuff for all her friends (i even comforted her bc she was worried people wouldnt like them but i said it was a really sweet gift) and then this morning when i sent it to her she liked it just fine but said "sorry i didnt make u anything" which is fine i shouldnt have assumed but we've been together for nine months now so. and i figured cause i sent my gift pretty early she'd maybe use some of her free time today to even make a little doodle for me but she didn't. and then an hour ago went to bed with just a "im tired. goodnight" which is unusual for her ? i dunno i dont want to sound entitled but im just. sad.

Okay so! I actually had a very similar conversation with my therapist this week about gift giving and feeling entitled.

So, my thing the past few years I’ve had a job and my own real money (aka not what my mom put in my bank account so I could like. Eat while going to school and stuff) my thing has always been I want to be the kind of gift-giver I always wanted in my life.

I do not think it is unreasonable for a child to wish they had better presents, and I’m NOT saying my presents were all bad. I got a scooter for Easter one year, I got an Xbox for I think Christmas, I got an American Girl Doll one year for Easter… so like I’m not saying “boohoo me”, because like I remember someone I was friends with a few years back telling me she had a hard time relating to her peers growing up because they would all talk about video games like you know Wii Sports or Mario Kart, something in theory like everyone had experience with at some point in their lives, kind of cultural moments you know, but she was too poor to ever afford things like that. But at the same time, you know, I remember going over my friends houses as a kid, and they had big houses with pools and big TVs and… you know you could tell that we were lower middle class and they were a bit more medium middle class. Same thing with my family as I got older. When I visit my family in Pittsburgh, they have very large houses and are very middle class. They can afford lots of trips and things, etc. So no, I don’t want to “boohoo me” but I think as a child that’s reasonable. All this to say, I wanted to be the gift giver that I wanted as a child. So I have been SPOILING people. I mean I spend $100+ on my mom for presents the past 3 years. I got my gf enough presents to fit in the box I was sending. I just kept going out and buying more and more until the box was full. I started buying Valentine’s Day presents for my gf while I was Christmas shopping. I always got my younger cousins something for their birthdays.

I talked to my therapist where I was like. I almost feel like shopping for people has become a compulsion. And that’s dangerous. I made a joke in a server I’m in that I said I was done buying my mom presents and then I bought her 5 more and someone was like “do you really love your mom or do you really love presents” and it’s like well of course I love my mom but I just really like buying presents. And my therapist was like hey. If this is really bringing you joy, and you are aware of the dangers of overspending and keeping it in mind, then what’s the harm? If you can afford it and it makes you happy that’s not a bad thing. And I’m like yeah you’re right, I just worry it’s gonna get out of hand, but I’m keeping an eye on it because of that worry.

But another thing I brought up to her too was disappointment in gifts I was getting because it made me feel like people don’t view me the way I want them to, and that ties into my gender. My therapist was like what was one present you got this year that really hit the mark and made you feel seen, and I was like Key got me a Pennywise patch. I’m like I love being the horror person. I love being seen as that. And my therapist was like okay what was a present you got that kind of missed the mark? And I was like. Well my mom got me pumpkin spice pancake mix. Because I like pancakes and also pumpkin spice. Which is true. But like.

My mom has also missed the mark a few times before which has caused tension. Like during Covid she got me a Wii for my birthday and I was like. Why do I want a Wii. And she was like so we can play games. And I was like. So you just wanted a Wii to play games and used my birthday as an excuse to get it even though it’s not something I’m interested in or want whatsoever and I’m not going to touch it. And surprise surprise it just sits there.

My mom got me card games for Christmas too and it’s like. We don’t play card games. I mean she at least made sure to get one that’s 2 player since it’s just us, but like. We don’t really play card games with each other. That’s not something I’m interested in doing with her. She wants to play card games with me so she got my card games for Christmas, just like she wanted to play Wii with me so she got me a Wii for my birthday. These things do not reflect me in any way.

And my therapist told me it’s understandable, especially when it relates to like gender, not feeling like you’re seen and being disappointed in that.

All of this to say, it’s not so much the “I didn’t get the gift I want, sadness” or “I didn’t get a gift, sadness” entitlement as much as it’s an issue that’s much deeper rooted, and something like this brings it to the surface.

You’re not upset because you didn’t get a gift. You’re upset because someone you put a lot of effort into put a lot of effort into other people and none into you, making you feel like you don’t matter as much in their life as other people. Like you are not worth their time and effort. And then as if that wasn’t enough, on top of that, they seemed very blasé about the whole thing.

I do not think it is “entitled” to expect someone to put as much effort into a relationship as you are giving, and it’s reasonable to be disappointed when they seem like they don’t even care that’s the case.

You do not sound entitled. You sound completely reasonable. And I’m really sorry you feel that way and things turned out that way. That honestly sucks.

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Dork Diaries 15 Thoughts

Alright so I read the latest dork diaries, and while it’s cute. I’m left with more questions than answers. 

When I rereading the series last year, I wrote that I felt by the 10th book, Russell was dragging it out and had lost sense of its original charm. Or I lost my nostalgia. Either way, it is dragging on and this case was no exception. 

There is a minor incident that Nikki overdramatically feels like it’s her fault when it really isn’t a big deal except for the requisite Mackenzie blackmail plot device. Which is never brought up again. 

Nikki and her friends don’t actually go to the titular Paris until halfway through the book as Russell fills it up with other minor incidents and overdramatic airport chaos hysterics.

Paris is great except Mackenzie trying to steal Nikki’s place in the photo-shoot and Brandon-Andre-Nikki love triangle miscommunication. The former is annoying, the latter was predictable but not too bad. The best parts was Nikki’s mistranslation mishap, and she and Mackenzie getting lost in the catacombs. I do like how Russell managed to fit in info of major Parisian sights so kids can learn about how tres chic and amazing it is. I also liked the art style shift in some drawings as Nikki experiments with fashion illustration. 

Now for my questions, and slight disappointments. I feel like the continuity is getting glossed over. Theo who was by far the nerdiest and dorkiest of the band originally (remember Nikki drew him as the human equivalent to Spongebob?), well now he has a glow-up and isn’t it basketball instead of wizarding. Okay, I guess people can change over the year but it feels so sudden in the art and the personality. 

Also the Chloe, Zoey, Theo and Marcus pairings are completely gone. I guess they got over their crushes to each other even though them asking each other out to the Valentines Day dance was so sweet. But nope.

I just miss it, and them being librarian volunteers and Nikki's excitment over Tyra Banks or her advice column and other stuff that made this series feel grounded.

Also I'm just so tired of Mackenzie popping up as an obstacle like her trying to sabotoge Nikki to get a spot in the photoshoot. It makes no sense. Even if Nikki wasn't there, they would replace her with Mackenzie because she's NOT IN THE BAND. It's totally implausible. I know she's rich and gets away with stuff but it's becoming so unrealistic and annoying.

And remember the big secret of Brandon’s parents and his past? I remember it being brought up in books 4 & 5 and it was implied there was a reason that Brandon was so good at french relating to that. This would have been an excellent chance to have some of that mysterious past revealed but nope. Not a word. I actually wonder if Russell forgot about it? 

In fact the whole Brandon and Nikki situation is the most drawn out ever and I’m starting to think that Russell is retconning it to the beginning. Nikki is still wondering if they’re friends or MORE than friends when after being kissed by him, going to the dance with him, his obvious jealousy of Andre, and going on actual dates, I think this position is quite clear. But Russell hits them squarely with the friends phrasing and minor interactions that make me feel she is holding them back. They’ve gone through such big moments and now it feels like they’re regressing, not progressing. 

Know what else is regressing? Even though the whole series is about Nikki’s eighth grade year at school, and this book takes us to the end of Aug, there is absolutely no mention of high school. Unless NY schools work differently, 9th grade should be high school and then this series would be out of items reading demographic and thus an excellent time to finish the series. 

But Nikki only says they’re returning to school, no pressure or worrying about big bad high school. Just school.

So is Russell retconning this too? In her a acknowledgements she says she's excited to introduce a new generation to Nikki's dork dairies so is she going to be an eternal eight grader?

Also Nikki in general has regressed and I feel she has learned nothing about appreciating what she has or freaking communication in general.

Yeah I think I have definately aged out of this since I'm so focused on these questions instead of enjoying it for what it is.

[magentatechnician]

School chemistry vs. Real chemistry

Recently I’ve become interested in the concept of “microscale” chemistry and the philosophy of its approach to practical work in schools. It’s had a lot of publicity in the relevant bits of social media over the last years, and the reaction to it seems to have been largely positive. There are books dedicated to it, and training courses. 

I don’t think it’s the right approach. I don’t think it’s enough for students simply to “do practicals” - there has to be a deeper philosophy to it, or we might as well stick to demonstrations and videos. The approach has led to great ideas (I wrote about one here), but overall I’m sceptical. The detailed critique will have to wait, however, because…

Working as a technician after years as a researcher in industry has convinced me that there is a difference between those who do chemistry and those who teach it, and that we need to bridge that gap. A line from the first article I linked to illustrates this:

“One pioneer of Microscale Chemistry in the UK, Stephen Breuer said, why make 5g of an organic chemical, use 0.1g for spectra and experiments and throw 4.9g away?”

Well. As an organic chemist I never tired of simply making compounds. The satisfaction of seeing that white powder in your flask never dimmed, and it was even more heart-warming if you could take the brown sludge from your first stage and purify it to a crystalline solid. Every synthetic chemist knows that feeling.

If we want some of our students to go on to be professional chemists then the joy of simply making stuff will draw them in. It doesn’t have to be organic - making copper sulfate is always popular, and suitable for students under 16. Growing crystals is a great activity for science clubs (I present the alum and chrome alum crystals I made for, ahem, research purposes). But you have to be able to see it, to have enough to scrape into a vial and weigh, and stick a label on it. Making a few mg, a thin layer on a filter paper, for analysis just won’t cut it. Doing chemistry on a larger scale also makes it easier for inexperienced chemists.

I can’t remember what drew me to chemistry in the first place. I ended up wanting to do it for a living because I found designing and making compounds interesting, challenging and fun. With properly designed practical work we can give today's school students a taste of that. We just have to make sure that teachers and those who write the syllabuses get it too.

P.S. This isn’t the only example of a disconnect between school chemistry and chemistry as she is practised in the real world. More examples to follow if I get the chance.

[sowerrr]

The ‘cocooning’: A new clothing brand’s orgin story.

TW: depression, anxiety, suicidal ideation.

Hello! Hope you are having a great day. If you’re new, my name is Kennedy Harris, and I own the latest fashion brand: SOWER. In today’s article, I will discuss how the ‘cocooning’ was my most significant catalyst for starting SOWER. I will strive to answer questions like “What does SOWER mean?” “Did you even like fashion before the ‘cocooning’?” “What is the ‘cocooning,’ and why does it even matter to the brand’s creation?” So buckle up, get your tissues ready, and put on your blue light glasses, because this is gonna be an emotional one. Enjoy!

So now you might be asking: what was so crucial about sixth grade? Well, sixth grade was the first time that school did not come easy to me. I had just finished the best school year of my life (and that opinion still stands as I write to you in the 12th grade), and immediately once I entered middle school, I felt a very negative shift within myself. So many new changes were happening; I was going through some of the most pivotal changes that puberty had to offer, I was being separated from my peers, and, most notably, doing the schoolwork that my teachers gave me was actually hard.

These things led to a steady decline in my grades, and I couldn’t have been more distraught. Admittedly, I’m a bit competitive, so I wanted my grades to be high, and it felt like I was letting myself down. But, what really put the nail in the coffin for me was thinking that I was letting my family down, letting my mom down. And I couldn’t deal with that.

Anyway, before I knew it, my room was a mess, my sleeping patterns were ridiculous, I was exhausted all the time, and I cried every day after school. I knew that what was happening to me and around me wasn’t normal in the slightest. On top of that, I was also realizing that I didn’t trust anyone to know about this information. I thought that if I told my family how I was feeling, I would be burdening them, and I wouldn’t tell my “friends” because they were all gifted kids and seemed to be able to handle everything.

As I said before, I try to find ways to fix my problems, especially when I am in a bind and feel like I have no one else to turn to. So the first thing I figured was, “I need to earn money so I can get a therapist. And maybe, just maybe, I can go back to being my old self”. That goal wasn’t strong enough to rid me of my suicidal thoughts, however, and I continued my downward spiral. My grades were getting worse, my relationships were getting worse, my mom was expressing more and more disappointment in me, and I was getting closer and closer to the point of not being able to take it.

But one day, a particularly bad progress report graced my mother’s home screen. I had been lying to her about my grades. I mean, she still knew I was doing poorly, but she didn’t know that I was doing this poorly. And I thought to myself, “This is it; she’s going to give me a spanking.” I had never gotten a spanking before because of my good behavior and grades, and to think that my mother was finally going to give me one, really made me feel like I was a no-good, lowlife scum who was better off gone. I had finally driven the woman who meant most to me to the point of hitting me, of punishing me.

But she didn’t.

She gave me mercy. She believed in me and my ability to pull myself back up. And at that moment, when she told me that, I figured that I could do this, I could live for her. I can live, I should live, because someone actually believes in me. Once that was over, I started to hone in on finding a true purpose for myself instead of just living for my mother. I didn’t find it, however, until about the 7th grade.

I was still depressed during the seventh grade, so I couldn’t work on it in full force, but bit by bit, I started building a brand around the lemon drawing. I made descriptions for the first collections, I drew up a few sketches, and I could even vividly picture in my head how I wanted everything to go. I chose SOWER because it’s ‘power’ with an ‘s,’ and I thought it would be too on the nose to call the brand ‘sour.’ When the pandemic hit, I started taking SOWER more seriously by drawing up more mockups and establishing characters. Things were really starting to come together. However, the first year or so of me putting more force behind it didn’t bear any fruit. But I hope that this third year is really the charm!

Welp, that is all from me today! Hope you have a great rest of your day. Sorry, I didn’t get to talk about my new brand mascot today; I promise you that I’ll have all that information in my next article. Stay tuned!

Remember to be kind to yourself and accept yourself for everything you are and may be. Kennedy, signing off!

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[cats-napss]

Bluestar and Firepaw i drew in middle school because i was feeling distant from my mother (late 2015 or early 2016 maybe?) (my mom and i have a great relationship now btw)

Bluestar and Firestar character references that i put on a background (August 2023, present day)

i think the change in medium here is not really important, but i would like to note the first drawing is only about four inches across, while i now prefer to draw on large digital canvasses (and then i delete all my layers when i’m done bc my computer doesnt have space lol).

as far as design goes, i have obviously made their patterns more complicated than solid color/simple stripes. honestly my mental image of these characters has been informed by warriors youtube animations for a long long time so i have no recollection of what my mental image was of the characters when i first read Into the Wild, but they probably did have those simple designs in my mind. Nowadays i draw blue and fire with various different designs since i can’t pick a favorite way to depict them, but Bluestar does sometimes still have a simple solid gray coat and Firestar is sometimes just a ginger mackerel tabby.

In terms of art, 8-ish years of very frequent practice has certainly caused my technique to improve. The first thing that jumps out to me as a technical issue in the first drawing is Bluestar’s proportions (she needs more leg), but the second thing i notice is the line quality! this is an area i have worked very hard to improve in and i am rather proud of my progress! my linework when i was younger was very scratchy and lacked confidence, but now i can make smooth lines very quickly and accurately :)) also, the first drawing makes no use of fur as a texture or flowy moving object. i’m working on textures still (i really admire art that looks like you could reach out and touch it) but i’m definitely better than before!

anyways i love art and i love becoming better at art and i still have a lot of learning to do‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Hi reblog this with your old and recent designs/art of a wc character for comparison. Also feel free to ramble about them, like what you changed/improved or if it's for an au, etc

[secretmellowblog]

One of the more devastating things about the rise of AI “art” to me, outside of the obvious theft and Silicon Valley corporate evil and threat to the livelihoods of so many people, is just…the realization that so many of the people who’ve interacted with my art or writing don’t see me as a human being.

Like? Ever since high school I’d do drawing requests for people. I always thought it was like playing a game with those people, or having a conversation, or connecting in some small way.

And it’s crushing to realize that might never have been true? That everyone who was “talking” to me could have replaced me with an algorithm that spat out content and it wouldn’t have made a difference. I look back on the hundreds of free requests I drew for people because I was a lonely teenager flattered they liked something about me or the way I drew, and suddenly realize that basically none of those people liked anything about me as a person or the way I saw the world— the only viewed me as a tool they could use.

Idk I think a lot about how after Kim Jung Gi died, someone fed his work into an algorithm and generated copies of it as if that was the same thing— when no! He’s more than an art style and type of brushstroke! He wasn’t a tool, he was a thinking feeling human being. But even a great artist like him isn’t really perceived as a person? He’s just a mash of data you can shove into an algorithm to automatically generate products for you to consume. And an art producing machine is “superior” to the original person because it doesn’t get sad or tired or sick and it doesn’t die, and the only downside is that it creates art entirely absent of purpose or meaning or care or intent.

I don’t know, it’s weird to spend so much time on social media and then suddenly be hit by the horrifying realization that there might not be anyone on the other end. And that hurts even when, like me, most of the stuff you post is just sorta cute and goofy and inane. When people talk to you, they’re not talking to you; and when you try to talk to them, it’s like you’ve been talking to no one. You’re a tool that generates content and the moment they can automate some shallow surface level aspects of what you create it genuinely doesn’t matter to them if you’re alive or dead.

And I know that’s not true for some people who follow or interact with me, and I’m genuinely thankful for that; but the massive callous indifference a very weird thing to have to come to terms with, idk ahsjdjd XD.

[osakiharu]

3:23PM : kazutora hanemiya

wc : 595

notes : i was thinking about the time i saw this boy drawing a girl (this is with a gn reader !!) in this really pretty spot of a park i was in and it was so cute :(( and i’ve seen baby kazutora drawing in a few official arts being the only one who’s drawing too so i was like y’know what… that’s kazutora and i’m writing that shit. not proofread.

“why don’t you draw me again?” you smiled from behind his sketchbook.

“no! not right now, my drawings always turn out shitty when someone know’s i’m drawing them!”

kazutora has always enjoyed drawing. ever since he was younger he’d happily scratch away at a piece of paper with a little worn down pencil he had in his school bag. they were messy, plain, simple pictures of him and his friends or a little flower he found in the park. as he got older he improved. the faces he drew became more accurate and proportional, the little anatomy studies he did got better and better each time, and he finally figured out how to draw creases in clothes without making them look out of place. kazutora kept his art to himself, hiding his sketchbook in his desk drawer until he decided to bring it with him when he met up with you one day.

you both sat in a pretty spot between two blossom trees, one pink, one white. whenever the wind blew, petals would fall down on you both like confetti and onto his book. “fuck, these fucking flowers.” kazutora mumbled as he brushed them off once again, the side of his palm turning a little grey from rubbing his drawing so much. you giggled at his frustration knowing he was probably nervous about drawing you. “calm down, tora, it’s gonna look fine!” you reassured him with a hand on his knee but he quickly moved it back to where it was on the grass next to where you were laying down. “yeah well the last time mitsuya knew i was drawing him it took me like…” he paused to look at your eyes, taking note of how they sparkle a little in the light, “thirty minutes to get his nose right, i swear!” again, you laughed at his silly excuse for apparently being ‘bad at art.’

“that doesn’t mean the whole thing turned out bad though, does it?” you picked up a few blossoms that had fallen off the tree, making a bunch between your fingers whilst listening to the scratch of kazutora’s pencil come to a stop. “you finished?” kazutora bit his lip and nodded. “‘kay, if it’s good, you can have these flowers.” you teased, holding them out to show him. “say shit like that and i won’t show you any of my drawings ever again.” he laughed at how your mouth dropped open at his empty threat, knowing thats the last thing you wanted.

the drawing wasn’t very big, the page only being a small one that already occupied a few drawings of his own hand and one of mikey in sunglasses in the corner. it didn’t matter though because your eyes still widened at how he did so well every single time. never had you come across a bad drawing in his book, all of them being so accurate and never once had you struggled to identify one of your friends. he knew how to get your hair just right, despite the blossom and wind. he didn’t miss a single detail of your pretty face, though it was be impossible for him to do so considering how much he looks at you. it was beautiful. “d’you like it? ‘m sorry it’s not on a clean page, i’m running out of space.” he spoke into your hair as your head was now leaning on his shoulder. “‘course i do, it’s great, tora!” you kissed his cheek to say thank you. you always made him feel more confident about his little talent.

reblogs appreciated <3

@swtsuya because it’s kazutora <3

[drewsbuzzcut]

baseball babe

baseball player!drew starkey x f!reader

warnings: cuss words, jealousy, some angst, mention of alcohol, semi-fight, fluff and comfort

the big win against drew’s baseball team rivalry led to the big party you are at right now. as soon as you and drew arrived, he was being whisked away by his teammates to do shots. you won’t even bother to try to get him back at your side because you know they’ll just steal him away again.

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a couple hours later and you’ve found yourself in the company of a few freshman girls that you’ve tutored earlier in the year. “how have your classes been? i hope what i showed you helped,” you say. “no, yeah! i’m doing great, thanks so much,” the girl, laina, responds. “yeah, you’re great at tutoring. my grades haven’t slipped since,” brooke added. “that’s good. i’m happy that all of your grades are good,” your sentence slowly dies on your lips as drew appears next to you. he slyly squeezes your hip to let you know he’s the one in your presence. “hello ladies,” drew greets. you smile up at him, meeting his eyes and he sends you a quick wink. “hi, drew,” all two girls say in unison, looking like they have stars in their eyes. “drew, you played so well today,” said brooke. “yeah, you looked so hot out on the field. all sweaty and just extra sexy,” said laina. your eyes widen at what you just heard, and you feel drew place his hand on the small of your back in comfort. “uhhh… thanks,” drew replied dryly. “how do you look so good when you’re playing?” “don’t know. i’m just playing the game,” drew says. he can feel how tense your body is, and he can practically feel the heat from how angry you’re getting. “oh, brooke, you know dylan, right? well he’s on the team with drew. he’s very cute, single, and is a freshman like you,” you finally break your silence. “ew. no thank you. i like older men,” brooke responds before sending a wink to drew. “yeah, and drew is an older, hotter man,” you hear laina say. before you can lose your shit, drew slides his hand around your hip and drags it up until he’s holding your jaw, pulling you into a kiss. it’s a deep, passionate kiss. one that puts your jealousy at ease because you know drew is telling you that he’s yours and only yours. brooke and laina look at the both of you with disgust and their jaws on the floor. drew is first to pull back but before he can completely move away, you draw him into another kiss just for good measure. “drew, we didn’t know you were dating the school’s nerd.” “yeah, why have her when you can have one of us?” after hearing that, you’re completely seeing red. your skin his hot, and your breathing is getting heavier. drew is trying to calm you down by slowly rubbing your back but it’s no use. “you know what, i didn’t tutor you bitches for you to insult me in front of my face,” you snap. “oh no… like we care.”

“fuck you.”

“classy.”

“oh because you’re the classy one?”

“you’re a boring bitch who’s going to get dumped because a girl like you will never be good enough for a MAN like him.”

that one stung bad. your eyes get glossy but you didn’t dare let any tears out. you quickly pull off your earrings and start to charge at the two girls. drew quickly pulls you back before you can lay a hand on them. “drew, let me goooooo.” “not yet.” drew loosens his hold just a bit. “and don’t you ever talk shit to my girlfriend because when you mess with her, you mess with me,” drew tells brooke and laina.

drew pulls you into an empty room, so he can try to calm you down. “pretty girl, you need to calm down. steady your breathing with mine.” he’s massaging your scalp gently. you keep shaking your heading, trying to stop the thoughts from running all over. “are you ok?” you finally look up at him, shaking your head while your tears finally spill. “don’t cry. please, don’t cry,” drew whispers as the pads of his thumbs wipe them away. “i hate that they made me feel this way, so, so insecure. i hate it,” you sob out. “i love you, darling, there’s no need to ever feel insecure with me or with anyone. you’re perfect,” drew tells you without a single hint of doubt in his voice. “how about we get out of here?” drew asks. “no, this is a celebration for you and the team. you don’t need to leave, but maybe i should.” “no, if you leave, i leave.” “where are we going to go?” you ask. “somewhere special,” drew grins.

during the drive, the silence puts you in a peaceful state of mind but you can’t help but think of their words. “she called me a ‘boring bitch’ like… what,” you mutter. “she’s wrong, so wrong.” “where are we going, babe?” “batting cages,” he says, quickly flashing you a smile. “our first date?” “our first date.” you smile as you remember the first date you had with drew during your freshman year of college. he took you to the batting cages because you had made fun of baseball when you both first met. it will always be the best date you’ve ever had.

“BAM!!! HOMERUN FOR OUR NUMBER ONE MAN! AND THE CROWD GOES WILD AHHHHHH AHHHH AHHHH!” you scream into the air as drew rounds the bases. he picks you up and spins you around in celebration. “drewwww… put me down,” you say through laughs. “drew starkey, you’ve just won the biggest game of your life, what are you gonna do now?” you impersonate a commentator. “i think i’m going to take my girlfriend home and show her how much i fucking love her,” drew whispers in your ear, making you blush. you lean up and kiss him with everything you’ve got. you bite his bottom lip as you pull away, pulling a small moan from the back of drew’s throat. “c’mon baseball babe, let’s go home.” “baseball babe?” “yes my baseball babe, the love of my life,” drew stated. you see nothing but love in his eyes. you can’t help but feel overwhelmed with every positive emotion known. “take me home, and show me how much you love me,” you say with a kiss before quickly running to his truck, ready for his sweet loving.

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Ok so I had two diaries that I kind of switched in between depending on what I felt like I guess.

The entries from where I was 7-8 were kinda boring cause they’re so short and is just ”today I did this”. The only funny one was this one where I wanted to write my ”secrets”

”My secrets are like this.

1. I’m in love

2. I do things that everyone things my sister does.

Bye.”

Then when I turned 9 I immediately started with curly letters. At least to a beginning.

”Today I saw a musical. It was high* and I have a headache then. Give something better than a satan’s headache?! If it doesn’t go over I’ll die! Bye bye!”

*i think I meant it was loud, but I mixed up high and loud

Then we have this beef I had with a girl in my class that goes kind of brutal. I’m not gonna erase their names as you’re not gonna know who they are anyway

”Today Johan (my brother) turned 5. He only got star wars. But he was happy anyway. Hehe… In school (basically) nothing happened. Except that Nina was mean to Felicie, so she came to me and cried.”

”I don’t remember why but it was something with basketball. Like Nina said that Felicie was bad or something.

Stupid Nina! Tonight I’m gonna dream that we murder her!”

I actually remember I had such a beef with Nina, I remember vividly when were on the swings and I told her I wondered how they made cartoons, to which she replied ”are you still watching cartoons? 🤨” and then proceeded to walk away, not wanting to associate with a 10 year old that *gasps* likes CARTOONS. She also commented about my tics that I had back then and said ”I don’t believe you’re doing it because you can’t help it. I think you’re doing it for attention.”

So yeah. I get why I drew her dead. But we were 10, so hopefully she’s matured now.

One of the most interesting things is when I created a character that lived in my bed…

”I’m feeling great. How about you? Do you know what? Tonight I heard a laughter. A laughter only one can laugh as… a girl! 11 year old, 3 months, 8 days and 16 hours old… pimples. Glasses. A book about chemistry. Green eyes and pink overalls. Wonder who. She wants me something. I see her. Feel her. It’s…

”No. It’s too hard. She told me she isn’t named anything. Then we need to come up one. What do you think of Neleyj? Yes, good name! Neleyj, you’re gonna be my personal best friend!”

(I think I wanted to go for ”Nelly” but spell it ”in a funny way”… Also I DIDN’T EVEN DRAW HER IN OVERALLS)

Anyway here’s where it gets… interesting.

”Neleyj is nice. Pretty cute, actually… hihi! She sleeps in my bed at night and we tell each other everything every second. We are like each other’s imaginary friends. But I am almost in love with her…. But if I can make her a boy. Yes, I can!”

”There we go! My future husband. We can call him… Morganius! Also called Marf. Me and Marf are gonna have so much fun!”

(I never mentioned Marf again. Also I have no idea what the drawing I titled ”shema” means.)

Anyway, when I read this I’m like…….. Sara….. SARA…. SARA….

We’re gonna end with an entry I wrote when I was 11! One of the last ones. I only wrote ”2014” and no day date. It must be around early 2014 because I’m still in 5th grade and I turned 12 in december.

”Super super long ago!

I found a passion for drawing. It’s really fun! And the tv-show Violetta. It’s super funny!

It’s Friday!”

I’m starting to recognize myself.

I have a diary from 6th-9th grade but I tbh don’t think it’s as funny. Or maybe. We’ll see.

Does anyone want to see my diary entries from when I was 7-10 years old I’m howling