#excuse my handwriting too lol

[jellynotbees]

Hello, here is another drawing compilation that I colored because I can’t help myself

I imagine with the first one that a non-cat follower got cooking herbs mixed up with the catnip while on cooking duty and hell broke loose come lunchtime

Full canvas under cut

on an unrelated note do you think dog followers chase squirrel followers

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

my fav thing to do is chip away at random parts of characters humanity and seeing what happens

[luvuomi]

( slight spoiler for my kuni omori smau on writing blog ) yuomi’s process of building out character connections in smaus:

[sheila--e]

Day 26. Does it count as a daily doodle if i did this months ago?

[frogletscribe]

Continuation from this post where i was musing about Na'vi biodiversity as a species and how environment might affect them, I thought I would draw them out while i took some notes on what I thought might change/be different among Na'vi.

Again these are all just headcanons and excuses for me to draw more ocs lol, but i would love to hear what people think!

Just incase people dont want to attempt to read my handwriting (or if tumblr eat the quality of the pic too much) Im gonna type up my notes below. (Also elaborating on some of the notes some more)

Forest Na'vi*

Default for sake of comparisons* - Yellow eyes most common - 'Tiger' stripes - Brighter blue skin tones - Average height around 9-10ft - Thin tail with tuft of 'fluff' at the very end - Longer pointed ears - Generally thin toned build for climbing trees

Reef Na'vi

- Blue and green eyes most common - Wave-like stripes - Softer teal skin tones - Average height slightly taller, around 9-10.5ft - Smaller/shorter ears - Nictitating membranes (3rd eyelid for better sight while swimming) - Fins on arms and Legs for swimming - Broader 'swimmers' shoulders - Paddle tail

Cliff Na'vi

- Yellow eyes most common - Slightly wavier stripes - Teal/Aqua blue skin tones - Average height around 9-10ft - Smaller fins and Paddle tail (Similar to Reef Na'vi) - Happy medium between Forest and Reef for both ease of swimming and climbing cliffs

Plains Na'vi

- Yellow eyes most common - Spotted 'cheetah' pattern rather than stripes - Darker blue skin tones - Average slightly shorter height, around 7.5-9.5ft - 'Tear marks' allow for protection from the sun - Longer tails with more gradual fluff at the end

Mountain Na'vi

- Blue eyes most common - Spotted 'snow leopard' pattern rather than stripes - Blue-Grey skin tones - Much taller than average, around 10-14ft - Small rounded ears, better in the cold - Generally larger builds, able to put on more fat in order to keep warm in cold climates -Clawed hands and feet for better grip while climbing - Larger fluffy tail

River Na'vi

- Blue and green eyes most common - 'Rippled' stripes - Deep Teal skin tones - Average height around 9-12ft - Broader shoulders from swimming, similar to Reef - Fins on arms and Legs for swimming - Thicker Crocodilian tail - Hard 'plates' on tail and fins - Nictitating membranes (3rd eyelid for better sight while swimming) - Webbing between fingers and toes?

[thisismeracing]

Everything has changed | CL16

Pairing: black!fem!reader (she/her pron.) x charles leclerc

Warnings: curse words, twitter environment, fluffffff, not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!

Summary: Y/n, a famous singer, drops a song that is more like a letter confessing her feelings, and some fans are convinced it’s about F1 golden boy Charles Leclerc.

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

a/n2: Last imagine I wrote for Charles (Babe) was angsty, so I thought I could do something fluff just because 🫶🏾

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itsmeyn

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itsmeyn New music coming soon ❣️

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ynsunny I love the whole red thing going on! Can't wait for the song to drop

lovelyn1998 I wonder whose handwriting is this...

⤷ popynyln the crazies do be crazying huh

zendaya ❤️❤️❤️❤️

ynfrance WE ARE READY!!!!

portalyln new album when, queen?

fanuser wake up, mother, theyre creating theories about you on twitter

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc back home 💙

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sainzandrussel rest and get ready ❤️‍🔥 lets go!

lechairles IS THAT A SOFT LAUNCH????

ynandleclerc That’s absolutely a black girl and that is absolutely Yn Yln

⤷ oned1ream AND SHES WEARING HIS SHIRT 😭😭😭😭😭😭

charles1999 where are the pap pics, he must’ve paid them, not possible…

⤷ ynisland if this pic is really her, maybe. She’s able to pull that sometimes

f1hundreds Idc about anything, he looks happy 🥹

popynyln what if the crazies were into something?????

⤷ biebershawn well, at least the fact that charles is with someone they got right eh? hahah

⤷ redmercedes but that last pic is not proof of a relationship, its just a picture

⤷ biebershawn have you ever heard about SOFT launch?

ynportal waiting patiently for her username to pop on the likes… cmon, yn, I dont have all day

itsmeyn

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itsmeyn It feels so good to be home! ❤️

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sunshineyln EXCUSE ME??? Who gave you the right to look this pretty???

delutifosi y’all know where this is right? is yn by any means Monegasque?

⤷ lovelyn1998 what do you think she means by “home”, bestie? 😇😇 the bullies are owning us an apologyyyy

⤷ ynfrance I CANT BELIEVE U GUYS WERE RIGHT OMG hahahaha

ynwinter she thinks she slick, the whole internet already knows, mother

taylorandyn nice soft launch, except some people figured it out weeks ago lol

midnightyn so you’re telling me not only she’s in Monte Carlo with Charles but she’s also with her friends AND wearing his shirt I-….

⤷ antiherobop can you imagine???? they probably already know each other and are really comfortable together, Im so happy if thats the case, Yn deserves a partner that loves all of her pieces and extentions

user10 she is literally glowing

⤷ charles1623 I would too if I were getting d- down by charles effing leclerc

⤷ fan43 LMAOOOO

itsmeyn

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itsmeyn everything has changed

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charlesleyn THEYRE BREAKING THE INTERNET!!!!

sayhello1d Omg can I please find someone who looks at me the way she looks at whoever it is? Like she’s so in love I wanna cry

ynmonaco Now I know because they were not seem each other, one look, one picture, one MOVE and EVERYONE would know they were in love, look at her!!!!!

carlitospain I can’t believe Charles Leclerc catched Yn Yln, its freaking Yn Yln!!!!!

⤷ lekingo16 homeboy has rizz lol

user80 She is so pretty I feel like crying

ynandcharles I feel so single looking at these pictures, its like shes mocking me 😔

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc everything has changed and I am so grateful for it ❤️

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sunshineleclerc he really said fck soft launch huh?

delusitifosi WE TOLD YALL!!!! Now say you guys are sorry!!!!

ynwander The way he is hugging her in all three pictures 😭 yeah Yn looks like you really found home

pierregasly Now can someone other than Yn get those hugs?

⤷ itsmeyn no 👍🏾

⤷ charles_leclerc no 👍🏻

⤷ ynlilly HAHAHAHA I ALREADY LOVE THEM

lewishamilton the best looking couple in the paddock!!! 🤍🤍🤍

⤷ itsmeyn whatever you say is the law, so I believe it, bestie 👑💛

⤷ lovelyn1998 U TELLING ME SHES CLOSE FRIENDS W LEWIS????

user10 I am so angry I did not believe on those twitter girlies 😭

ynfeels I’m so happy seeing her being pampered, she deserves a calm love, I am really happy

itsmeyn I love you 💗

⤷ charles_leclerc I would move the world for you. I love you the most, mon ange

⤷ disneyf1 I feel like Im intruding somehow 🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️ they too cute

schumickey47 Do you guys need a son, a cleaner, or a dog maybe? I can bark etc

⤷ user1 LMFAOOOOOO

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

JUST ONE?

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you reject George everyday but he never gets the hint Warnings: none Note: in my head this was going to be way better lol

you internally groaned when you heard your name being called from across the corridor

you turned around and saw George weasley running up to you

he did this every day, it was a routine

"go out with me?" he asked, slightly out of breath

"well good morning to you too, George! no" you smiled sarcastically, turning him down once again, for the upteenth time

"you sure?" he raised his eyebrows

"yep" you nodded

"not even just one?"

"not even just one"

-

you sat with your friends in the great hall, eating breakfast when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you didn't want to look but you saw your friends giggle and stare in awe

you shifted in your seat to look at him, seeing George standing behind you, a stupid grin on his face as he held out a bouquet of colourful flowers out for you

"will you go out with me?" he asked

you sighed as you shook your head "no thanks"

"alright" he nodded, the smile never leaving his face

you turned back and saw your friends giving you weird looks

"what?" you questioned

"why won't you say yes to him? those flowers were beautiful!" your friend, Faye, whispered

"fine" you huffed, tuning back seeing George walking away

"George!" you yelled out, making him turn back, brushing hair out of his face

he came back to you, is smile widening as you took the flowers

"here you go, Faye, since you like them so much" you said giving them to her

"thanks, George" you looked back at him, letting him know he can leave

"have a good day!" he waved before going away

"don't you feel bad for him? he does this every day and you say no, yet he still has that smile on his face" your other friend, diana commented

"he obviously doesn't like me, guys, he's just doing it to tease me" you rolled your eyes

"tease you for what? do you like him?" Faye wiggled her eyebrows, putting the flowers on her lap

"no, I don't know why he keeps doing it, he can't take the hint" you huffed

-

George refused to give up, growing up with one of the most popular guys in the school meant he picked up how to ask a girl out

Fred had girls coming in droves just to look at him, while George had to chase to get her to even talk to him

that's one of the reasons he kept asking you out, if he gave up- that would mean he didn't have an excuse to talk to you, to be in your presence.

but the other reason is because he noticed the glanced you would give him, he saw the way you'd blush when he started talking to loudly

he knew there was some sort of feelings there that he held onto, making him believe that you will one day you'd say yes, and that he'd never let you go when you finally say yes

so he walked up to you as you sat in the library

he sat next to you after grabbing a random book

"what are you doing?" you whispered

"reading" he mumbled, focusing on the book

"I didn't know you could read upside down" you chuckled, looking over at his book

his face flushed as he quickly flipped it around

"thanks" he muttered

"so, will you go out with me then?" he smiled, speaking too loudly for madam pince's liking, earning an aggressive hush

"you're going to get us kicked out" you scolded him quietly

"so yes?" he beamed

"no- it's always no" you replied, frowning at his smile growing wider

"ok, enjoy your book then"

-

you were sat in class next to Faye when you looked over at George, a table away from you, scribbling on his paper, Fred was next to him, his wand out as a piece of paper formed into a bird before it started flying around the room as McGonagall was turned to the board

you shifted in your seat, facing away from George when you noticed him going to look at you

you watched from the corner of your eyes as he leaned over, putting the paper on your desk, next to your arm

you looked down as he sat down properly, turning to McGonagall

hogsmeade this weekend? it said, in messy handwriting

you took your quill and wrote back

no, George

you gave it back to him and noticed Fred looking over too while shaking his head, whispering something in his younger twins ear, making him frown

-

"just one! then I'll stop"

"when are you going to stop, George? I've never said yes and I never will" you sighed, looking up at him tiredly

his smile slightly faltered before it came back

"I'll stop when I know you mean it" he shrugged

"when I mean what?" you tilted your head

"when you say no" he spoke happily

"I really like you, I have for a long time, Lee told me to go for it and Hermione told me you talk about me sometimes so i just figured that you...yeah." he continued sheepishly

"you're not pranking me?" you questioned, seeming a little shocked

"No" he shook hi head vigorously "no, I would never do that! I promise, I like you, I do!"

you stayed silent, thinking for a moment when he spoke up again

"so do you really mean it? when you say no?" he asked, stepping closer to you

you hated that Hermione told him, you knew she was probably trying to help the poor boy you've rejected countless times but she didn't have to out you like that

"No" you replied softly

"do you want to go out with me then?" he smiled gently

"sure"

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[izufeels]

⌕ [ green ink ] — i.midoriya !

‘so you’re my soulmate?’

yn stares intensely at the green ink that freshly dawns her forearm. she always knew that it would happen some time — or, she hoped it would happen— but she never could have anticipated this warm feeling.

a new message didn’t come through until the next day, around lunchtime. yn sees the green and pulls her sleeve down slightly. mina furrows her brows and yn smiles. “i’m just cold, i don’t know.”

yn excuses herself to the bathroom. she locks the stall and sits down quickly, pulling her sleeve up.

‘are you 18 yet?’

the message is scribbled over and nothing has happened since she sat down.

‘that sounded extremely creepy, i am so so sorry’

yn smiles. they have messy handwriting, she notes, like they always write quick. her smiles turns into a frown quickly. she’s not 18 yet. she can’t write anything back.

she doesn’t look at her arm for the rest of the day.

the next message comes that night while she’s studying.

‘i’m gonna assume you’re not then? i turned 18 a couple days ago, i was just scared to write something’

‘i’ll just tell you about myself then :) i’m izuku mido-’

yn eyes go wide and she tears them away from her arm. she stares at her desk for a second, trying to process reason with herself about what she just saw.

izuku midoriya? as in, third year izuku midoriya?

she was fucked. she was so utterly fucked. so astronomically fucked. she lets her head drop down to her desk and lets out a deep breath.

she brings her forearm into view and reads the rest of the message.

‘-riya. i’m a third year at UA! my quirk is pretty cool. it basically just makes me super strong i guess? it’s kind of hard to explain. i’ll have to show you one day :)’

after a lot thinking (and a lot of staring at the green pen on her arm), yn finally decides to pick up her phone. she takes a picture of her arm and goes to izuku’s contact.

yn: [ attatchment: one image ] 3:04pm

yn: [ surprise?? wtf lol ] 3:04pm

izu-kun: [ oh ] 3:07pm

yn cringes at the two letters. what did that mean? was he disappointed? angry? irritated? did he secretly hate yn and was too nice to say it?

izu-kun: [ can you open your door? ] 3:08pm

yn lets a breath out and stands up to open the door. izuku is standing there, a dopey grin on his face.

“i’m glad it was you,” he says immediately.

yn stares at him for a moment before taking a step forward and hugging him tightly.

izuku stills for a millisecond before he wraps his arms around her and squeezes. “i’m glad it’s you,” he repeats, much quieter this time as he’s closer to yn’s ear.

[cherry-muses]

tom riddle x gn! reader: oneshot

<a/n: oneshot after the image! haven't written in a while so i lowkey feel like this sucks. ps: sorry i disappeared for like 5 months lol i had to graduate. >

tags: mentions of a difficult childhood, orphanage, bullying, hurt/comfort, fluff

He was sat across you, writing his History of Magic essay with his ever-so-neat handwriting. The only sounds you could hear were those of his quill scratching the parchment and of you turning the pages of your Potions textbook.

As Riddle wrote, his other free hand rested on the table, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the fact that he had really pretty hands. Your eyes subtly scanned them and eventually landed on the sleeve of his robes… which seemed to be a little torn and frayed at the edges.

You smiled to yourself, knowing the exact spell required to make the sleeve good as new… secretly hoping that Riddle would give you one of his rare smiles when you did. Perhaps it’d make the boring study session slightly more entertaining, and the rather bleak winter evening more colourful.

You tentatively reached your hand to gently hold his wrist, and gave him a soft smile. “I could fix that… may I?” You asked, gesturing to the torn sleeve.

To your surprise, Tom did not give you even the smallest smile. In fact, he flinched and harshly pulled his hand away, giving you an accusatory glare at the same time. “I’d much appreciate if you wouldn’t disturb me when I’m trying to work. And I know perfectly well to take care of my own clothing, thank you.”, he snapped. “I think I’d much rather spend my evening with someone who isn’t so dull and irritating to the core.”

“I didn’t mean-”, but you were rudely cut off mid-sentence by Riddle slamming his textbook shut, stuffing it into his satchel and storming off, out of the library.

You were left sitting alone in the library, feeling an odd mixture of guilt, anger, and confusion, holding back tears.

It was the next evening, when you were approached by the dark-haired prefect again. You had been reading by the fireplace in the Slytherin common room when he came up to you, fists clenched at his sides in nervousness. “What do you want, Riddle?”, you spoke, rather harshly, as you sat up straight to face him.

“I am… sorry.”, he replied, voice strained as if it was taking him a great deal of effort to get the words out.

You slammed your book shut, tossing it aside on the couch in annoyance. “I am sorry too.”, you replied, not a hint of emotion in your voice.

“You’re sorry?”, he asked, frowning in confusion.

“For assuming we're friends.”

For a split second a look of hurt flashed across his sharp features, until, ever the Slytherin, Riddle schooled his expression to appear vaguely sad.

“I should not have spoken in that way to you.”, he begins.

“No, you shouldn’t have.”, you retort.

You are both silent for a few moments, and the air has a sort of charged tension which makes you feel like either one of you would be storming off at any moment.

It comes as a bit of a surprise, then, when he instead chooses to sit close to you on the black couch, the water from the Great Lake casting a greenish glow upon the two of you.

“I really am sorry. I must admit, out of sheer habit I had assumed the worst intentions out of you.”

Those deep brown irises of his conveyed a kind of sincerity you had never before seen in him. You hoped to Merlin it was genuine.

“It is no excuse but I’d like to…er, explain why I behaved in such a way. Not justify, just explain.”, he said, a request for you to kindly hear him out implicit in his words. You somehow found yourself nodding, silently urging him to continue.

“You know where I grew up. I much prefer to hide it, but somehow your… constant affection has gently coerced me into entrusting to you the things I wish I could hide even from myself. ” He pauses, sighing and staring outside the dungeon windows, into the depths of the Great Lake.

“As would be expected, the orphanage wasn’t made of money. They could hardly feed us twice a day.” He was practically avoiding your eyes now. “My wardrobe essentially consisted of the worn clothes people donated. And, well.” A pause. “My first time on the Hogwarts express, a group of Ravenclaws found it a good enough excuse to remind me of my inferiority… and throw a couple of assorted hexes my way.”

Realization dawned on you, and at once you took his hand in yours, gently caressing his skin with your thumb. “Oh…”

“Well, since then I’ve managed to handle such issues with reparation spells, but I suppose I missed my robe’s sleeve. Which caught your attention yesterday. And… and when you tried to fix it, I just...”

You could bear it no more, and without any warning he was engulfed in a hug. “Tom, I’m so so sorry. I should’ve known.”

“No, it is my fault, for comparing you to someone who was been cruel to me, when you’ve always shown me nothing but the complete opposite.”, he breathed out softly.

There was a look of steely determination on your face now. “Promise me one thing, Riddle.”

“Hmm?”, he inquired, far too occupied with staring into your eyes to bother with actual words.

“Next time you feel like that, please… please just talk to me.”, you request. “I hate when we hurt each other in such a way.”

“Anything you ask.”, he says. You beam at him and gently kiss his forehead

The rest of the evening was spent cuddling on that couch, whispering sweet nothings to one another and watching the fish swim by in the lake.

[justtwotired]

heyyy, how are you

I was wondering weather you could do a regulus x female reader with prompt 31. so they're both Slytherins and there's a lot of tension between them because they both like each other but are too scared to admit it and then they get into a stupid argument like over hw or a potions assignment and the reader says shut up and when she kisses regulus, he's shocked but pulls her back for another one.

srry that it's long lol

Hi there! I’m great, thanks for the request, it took a while to reply, I’ve been rather busy, but here you are, I hope you’ll like it.

“Reg, can you just focus on the assignment! We have to get it done because McGonagall will murder us if it’s not done today, we already got an extra week!” She says annoyed and he rolls his eyes.

They where in Reg’s dorm, finishing an assignment they chose to do together.

“We’ve been working for hours. I need a break from this stupid assignment, and from you!” He raised his voice slightly as he got up from his seat, Y/n also stood and followed after him.

“What do you mean a break from me? I’ve done nothing but make this assignment, while you just sat around not doing shit!” She says angrily and a bit hurt.

“You are the transfiguration genius, besides, you didn’t even let me touch a bloody quill! Saying you where writing everything!” He turns around and she narrows her eyes.

“Because it looks better if it’s in only one handwriting you blithering idiot! Not to forget I told you to keep reading the book to me, which you did not do!” She started raising her voice aswell.

Regulus grumbled something and then combed his hand trough his black curls for a moment in a rather stressful manner.

Though she was mad, Y/n couldn’t help but blush as she looked away quickly. Though she composed herself and continued.

“What? You have no excuses anymore? Honestly, Black, you should really learn how to finish a fight if you keep starting one.” She points out and he is at a loss for words for a moment.

“Oh I keep starting fights? It’s all my fault now? Obviously I’m going to start fights when you keep ordering me around, and then I want to stop and you still keep going!” He pointed an accusing finger at her as he took a step forward and she one back.

“Merlins balls, I really regret partnering up with you out of all people.” She grumbled, folding her arms over each other. “Should’ve just chosen Evan.” She mumbled, but he heard and he couldn’t help but grit his teeth and silently curse the blonde boy.

“Oh, of course, Evan would be a much better pick then ‘always starting fights Regulus Black’ maybe he would just rip the work in half in a fit of rage, or curse at you for doing something wrong!” He started another kind of fight and her head snapped towards him.

“Hey! Evan wouldn’t do that! What is wrong with you?” She took multiple steps his way and he stayed rooted in his place.

“Oh? What is wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! You keep accusing me of all sorts of shit and it’s getting annoying, you know.” He yelled and she huffed.

“I’m accusing you because it’s true! There’s no reason to get mad at me for shit you did because I said it out loud!” She poked a finger in his chest and grabbed her wrist and narrowed his eyes.

“Stop.” He said and her angry frown turned into a confused one. “What?” She asked and he sighed. “I said stop, you’re being rather annoying.” He said and her frown became angry once again.

“Oh, I’m the annoying one? If you had listened to a word a I said the past few minutes, maybe you could realise I’m not the problem here!” She hissed angrily.

“Oh right, right, I remember, I was so annoying you would have rather done this project with Evan.” He pointed out and she rolled her eyes at the fact that’s the only thing he could remember.

Why was he even mad about that, was he jealous or something- holy crackers, he was! No, he is! He’s jealous, she couldn’t help but smirk as she thought it.

This smirk didn’t go unnoticed by Regulus and he squeezed her wrist bit. “Maybe I would’ve been better of doing the project with Marcella.” He snarled and her eyes traveled towards his and he saw the storm raging in them.

If there was someone is Slytherin house Y/n hated, it was Marcella, always one upping people, a huge pick me, and she was always over Regulus, talking to him, hugging him almost sitting on his lap.

She knew he was trying to make her jealous, and for Merlin’s sake, it worked.

“Shut up!” She said angrily and he raised his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” He said mockingly. “I said shut up!” She repeated and he looked a bit surprised.

He was about to open his mouth but she leaned forward and caught him up in a kiss before he could start his sentence.

When she pulled away, he was surprised and most of all, flustered. “Once again, I said shut up.” She said with narrowed eyes. He blinked for a moment, but then he pulled her towards him and kissed her again.

She leaned into his touch and put her hands behind his neck while he put his own on her waist.

They pulled back and she smirked. “I can’t wait to see Marcella’s face when she finds out about this one.”

[pixelatedraindrops]

Ya know what's more fun than one sickie? Two sickies! Like Vivia and Yuma both get sick at the same time and Yakou is going back and forth taking care of them. I'm sure he's happy when he gets better but man is he tired.

They both got sick from being out in the rain too long, and yuma’s hat went missing somewhere in the city ;-;

Yakou lays them both on the purple sofa covering them with his bed’s duvet to keep warm. Giving them stuff they may need and watching over them. He heads to the kitchen to make them something warm to eat.

Vivia still tries to sit up and read his book despite feeling dizzy, Shinigami be judging him, and Yuma is curled up trying to get himself warm and comfortable, being a little concerned that Vivia doesn’t lay down as well.

(Sorry I just couldn’t draw Yakou >.>;)

Also excuse my awful handwriting lol

[mail-posting]

Wanted to flesh out and add more headcanons to this ↑, so that'll be under the cut!

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This post by my friend(?) Is basically what I mean by he's chaotic academia lol

⫘⫘ Messy as hell handwriting that only he can read, although sometimes he can't read it either and struggles with remembering what he wrote

i feel like he'd have a typewriter in his room for important notes because of this (no idea if those actually existed when idv takes place but we have cypher machines which seem pretty similar so-)

He's always, always doing something with his hands.

if he's not writing on his notes, he's doodling abstract shapes or concept inventions on them.

And if he's not doing that, then he either has something to fidget with or tinker on, or he's playing with his hands.

⫘⫘ speaking of hands, to me he only wears one glove because they irritate his scarred hand.

He should take regular breaks so his hands don't cramp and hurt, but he's usually so engrossed in his tasks that he forgets it's even a problem.

⫘⫘ He talks a lot! But sometimes it's not just the chatty type of talking but a cacophony of thoughts and ideas that his brain works him up into and needs to be dragged out of him by the only way he can.

If you're not his friend already and you end up on the listening end of one of these, as long as you don't actively recoil from it you've probably gained a ton of trust with him.

⫘⫘ Part of talking so much with everyone is that he has a lot of friends! But he doesn't really have many friends, you know? There's only a select few he trusts properly.

⫘⫘ His memory tends to go blank on things like the date or time.

He's worried quite a few people by not realising it was a holiday, and commenting on it with confusion.

More minor holidays like Easter and Valentine's Day are the easiest to forget, because people don't really decorate for them.

He has Several alarm clocks for timing, but he usually asks people to immediately come and get him if he's needed for something and isn't there.

Due to this, he's been part of things he wasn't supposed to be, because he generally trusts that he's just forgotten he was meant to be there.

Of course he has distorted dreams of the incident, but he actually has quite a lot that revolve around his prison time.

⫘⫘ He has a lot of night terrors. There's been so many nights where he's jolted up, heart racing, and couldn't tell what was real or fake or where he was for a while.

He was treated... extremely badly there. Any excuse to take frustrations out on a rich person was taken liberally by the other people. Prisoners, guards, all of them.

Lots of both physical and mental trauma helped to cement his broken mental state and lack of memory, as well. Being hurt like that is not going for your head.

After all, one of his canon dislikes are "implements of torture"

⫘⫘ He's pretty good at decoding when he decides to do a match! He avoids hunters pretty well too. Unfortunately, they don't like him very much...

He always HATES the rocket chairs. Not necessarily what happens after he's eliminated, although that's startling too. It's actually being strapped down to it that makes him panic.

He doesn't like being stuck to anything, and he especially doesn't like it when the hunters are usually nearby ready to hurt him.

⫘⫘ It's alright though, because he has his chain! He's augmented it in order to create the static charges you see in the matches.

There is just one teensy little problem. After coming to the makeshift hospital ward after blacking out while using his abilities a couple of times, he was asked what he did to keep his electricity generator from shocking him. He didn't have an answer.

As it turns out, he's rather numb in certain parts of his body. Including his neck. And as he was only focused on this invention being effective, he never quite realised that it might be a danger to have it near his already messed up brain.

He's trying to refine it so it doesn't do that, but he's advised to stay out of matches for now.

⫘⫘ he's not the best with self care. At all.

his hair is VERY messy, so it's tied in place with a lot of unconventional things.

Ribbons, wires, gears to wrap it around, clasps, and more. He even kept it tied with a pair of pliers one time. He just needs it up. It's a sensory thing.

But on a less light hearted note, he usually forgets to eat, and "forgets" to sleep while he's working.

If he does eat, he usually brings things like pastries from the main hall to his room.

And if he sleeps... The night terrors about killing his mentor are much more vivid when he jolts up to a desk that looks exactly as it always did back then.

⫘⫘ he doesn't work on his invention. He desperately wants to, but he can't.

Even for someone with good memory, trying to continue a project you last worked on YEARS ago, completely from scratch, is hard.

But he barely remembers what it was meant to do. His life's devotion, shattered to pieces in his mind because of a stupid impulsive accident he feels that he caused. It breaks him.

So he works on other things. Everything and everything will be tinkered with, because maybe he can remember what he wanted. Someday. Through desperate notes and ramblings and trying to weld the puzzle pieces together in his mind.

Grasping for it even as it slips away the more he tries to think of what it was...

⫘⫘ He has friends now. And he'll do whatever they want to do. Anything to distract himself from his plight.

They're the main reason he takes self care at all, besides keeping up appearances. He doesn't feel as alone when everyone is struggling with him.

His room is full of little gifts for them. Might as well put his knowledge to things that make them happy, right?

[cookii-moon]

so like I made an element post several months ago and. found it today (because I don’t post much right now lol) and was thinking about it so I tried making a chart of how I think elements might be related

I didn’t put the new elements in the “tree” simply because. I think it’d render this entirely irrelevant by the time part 2 comes out. and. I have zero clue how to sort them Ngl.

(Tbh I was very torn on whether to just do elements in general or elements by like elemental masters. Because. the two are very different for me. So I did do an alternative version but I scrapped it cuz it made no sense and I didn’t like it but I’ll show it at the end)

The lines just show there’s some relation between them. Sometimes elements can control eachother, sometimes only one can control the other, etc.

LORE DUMP UNDER THE READ MORE!!!

basically I think that the elements existed in ninjago BEFORE the FSM came into existence. If there was an ocean there has to be a sea floor. If there was a storm there has to be lightning, so on and so forth. The elements always existed and have always been intrinsic parts of ninjago. This might also apply to some of the other realms, specifically the first realm probably also abides by this. Since several native species in ninjago have elemental traits plus. Wojira. it’s probably always been present to some degree, just not usually in humans. So while the original elemental masters of creation may have gotten their powers from the FSM, the elements themselves exist in a lot of places and have always been present in the realm. In fact I think a lot of the “secondary” elemental masters probably got it from the environment somehow like the way water and wind ems seem to have gotten it from wojira (? Tbh I don’t remember much of seabound since I never rewatched it and that part of the lore had tons of plotholes iirc so it was really hard for me to follow)

Gravity, light and time are the most “overarching” elements because they mainly define a lot of the basic principles of the world and so without those elements the others can’t really exist. Especially gravity. Time and gravity are related since time is affected by gravity.

Mind and amber are sort of their own things. Amber is manmade (apparently??? I think I read the comic but I don’t know if it’s still considered canon and I forgot most of it lol ) so it isn’t actually related to any other element even if you would sort of think it was.

mind is really confusing because it’s not really a physical thing or related to any sort of foundational law or… anything, really. It’s just very isolated from the other elements and not really. Connected to any of them. So tbh I’m just gonna shove it with amber in the weird squad.

Also here’s the original list that was based around origins. I think it looks cleaner but it definitely makes a lot less sense.

I mostly scrapped it bc I didn’t like the placements of gravity and stuff or the fact that a lot of related elements weren’t depicted that at.

Sooo yeah that’s the elements chart ig !!! I’ll probably add image descriptions tomorrow I’m too tired

also excuse my extremely poor handwriting

[monstrouslyobsessed]

Will you ever draw papa bull and duke together as a comparison of what they look like? I’m genuinely curious to see duke in your artstyle.

sure thing! i was already working on a drawing anyway, so any excuse to exercise a quick sketch never hurts.

—all rights reserved to @monstrouslyobsessed​, the beastfolk characters, papa bull and duke for character design sketch, with a bonus doodle of dorothy fawning over devon with her faceless spouse and child (being held by the bulls' darling in a very vague appearance) in the background with some random expression tests and two babies, devon and dorothy's still-nameless baby.

additional details/ramblings under the cut.

im not really too good with drawing furries so they probably look pretty awkward. anyway, yeah, you can tell there's a lot of resemblances between duke and papa bull. i actually copied and mirrored on purpose and just changed certain details (mainly age and fashion sense).

i tried to make papa bull to look softer, kinder, in his eyes, while it's harder to interpret with duke, other than him being a bit awkward.

they all do have hair tho! a bit more mullet-like, i suppose, but i don't think they can help that considering how their anatomy works (and i'm somewhat trying to keep true to the irl animals as well so there's not really any 'rainbow anime gravity defying' hair going on there). papa bull have a bit more hair than duke, since he had a beard whileas duke doesn't.

if you noticed that duke didn't have the nose ring, good eye! i figured it's a specific species cultural factor, that the head of the family has it (regardless of the gender).

they're actually supposed to be darker, closer to black, but i also wanted to show the wrinkles and other finer details in their looks thus the brown. i...think i might like them better that way, but eh.

as for dorothy, she adore kids regardless of who or what they are. she's always happy to see the little devon and fawn on them lol i kind of tried to keep her to look like a (summery) farm girl, with a lot of body confidence in herself, but it's pretty sketchy so i don't think thats obvious. she's a big, happy gal though.

yes, i just wanna doodle her lol

if you're having troubles reading the text because my handwriting is crappy, i gotchu

"hoovedfolk babies are so heavy..." "i can hold them?" --Dorothy, who traded babies for a minute --Devon, in dino onesie

thats about it for my nonsense, hope my doodles are passable?

[angeliqueiguess]

Dear Professor… (s.jn)

''Meeting''

Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of sarcasm here and there, Johnny and reader having a kind of smart people discussion lol

Masterlist

NeoCity University/ Y/n & Sooah's Dorm / 1:30pm

The day had finally arrived. After reading her professor’s terse message, Y/n checked the time and started gathering everything she needed. For the two days, while waiting for these ´´talk'', she hadn’t left her dorm once. It had started to worry Sooah and Donghyuck, who kept urging her to take a break from her endless overthinking. Donghyuck, especially, pestered her to stop obsessing and just hang out, but Y/n found an excuse to cancel plans and stay locked inside even though it was olny a meeting.

Nerves gnawed at her, but determination burned brighter. She was ready to have this talk about the subject and some sessions to get it over with so she could start studying her ass off.

But before anything else, there was one thing she wanted more than anything.

She wanted to know why he treated her the way he did.

NeoCity University / Study Room C-12 / 13:58 PM

Y/N pushed the door open, her stride quite nervous, though her eyes were sharp and assessing. She didn’t like needing help—least of all from him. John Suh, her chemistry professor, had made it abundantly clear that he wasn’t a fan of hers. Every interaction with him felt like navigating a maze of quiet disdain, as if her intelligence was a personal inconvenience to him.

John was already there, slouched in his chair with one hand scrolling through his phone. He didn’t even glance up when she entered, the picture of casual indifference.

“Professor Suh,” she greeted coolly, setting her notebook and textbook on the table.

His gaze finally lifted, meeting hers with the same detached expression she was used to. “John,” he corrected flatly, like it was some kind of running joke she didn’t find funny.

She arched a brow but didn’t argue. “Thanks for making time,” she said, sliding into the chair across from him. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how irritating his attitude was.

He shrugged, slipping his phone into his pocket. “What do you need help with?”

“Equilibrium constants and reaction rates,” she answered smoothly. “I’ve been through the lectures and problem sets, but some of the concepts in your notes contradict the textbook.” Her pen hovered in her hand, poised for him to respond. “And I wanted clarification.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. -“If you’ve already done the work, you should’ve figured it out by now.”

Y/N’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. There it is. She could tell he didn’t like the fact that she’d already put in the effort—because it left him with fewer excuses to dismiss her.

“Maybe,” she said, tilting her head, “But I thought you’d want to only talk about the subject the tutoring sessions are supposed to start in a month I-”

His jaw flexed for half a second, and without hesitation he interrupted her. ´´Let's get it over with L/n, page 214,” he muttered, sliding the textbook toward her. “Work through the problems. I’ll tell you where you’re wrong.”

Y/n suppressed a frustrated sigh. Of course. He couldn’t just answer her questions directly—he had to make everything feel like a test.

She flipped to the page, uncapped her pen, and began solving the equations with sharp, precise movements. Her handwriting was neat and efficient, every line showing just how thoroughly she understood the material.

John sat back, arms crossed over his chest, watching her work with that same infuriating detachment. It was as if he was waiting for her to mess up—to confirm whatever low opinion he held of her.

Except she wouldn’t. Not today.

Why does she get under my skin like this?

John leaned back in his chair, arms still folded as Y/n worked with cool precision. She was good—too good. Every line she wrote, every number she calculated was evidence that she belonged in his class, despite how much he wanted to convince himself otherwise.

It was easier when students stumbled. When they coasted or gave up, it confirmed his expectations, made it simpler to keep them at arm’s length. But Y/n? She refused to make things easy. She didn’t just ask questions—she asked the right questions, and she always came back, no matter how many obstacles he threw in her way.

And the worst part? She was good enough to make him question his own methods.

His thumb tapped absently against the table as he studied her, frustration simmering beneath the surface. He hadn’t meant to single her out, at least not at first. But every time she challenged him or called out an inconsistency, it felt personal. Like she was holding up a mirror to all the ways he fell short.

He exhaled quietly. It’s not that I hate her. He knew that now, though it had taken him far too long to admit it. But if it wasn’t hate, then what was it?

Y/N finished the final equation and slid the notebook toward him without a word, her gaze steady.

John scanned her work quickly, searching for an error he could point out. But of course, there wasn’t one. It was flawless.

“Anything wrong?” she asked, her tone polite but edged with challenge.

His mouth twitched, though he covered it with a faint sigh. “No.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. “Good to know.”

Minutes passed in silence, the air thick with unspoken tension. Y/n gathered her things, every movement graceful and deliberate, as if to remind him that she had better things to do.

“Anything else?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. Or maybe not.

Y/n zipped her bag, ready to leave, but something nagged at her. With a brief glance at John, she stopped herself.

“Actually, yeah. Just one thing.”

John arched a brow, his expression cool, waiting.

She paused, choosing her words with care. “Why do you treat me like this?”

His face didn’t change, but there was the slightest flicker of something—surprise? Annoyance? Discomfort?

“Like what?” he asked, his tone flat and unbothered.

Y/n held his gaze, unflinching. “Like I’m an inconvenience. Like every time I ask a question, you’re just waiting for me to screw up.”

John’s jaw twitched, but he said nothing. She wasn’t done.

“If I annoy you, fine. If you don’t like being proved wrong, just say so.” Her voice was steady, razor-sharp. “But what I don’t get is why it bothers you so much that I try.”

John leaned back slightly, exhaling through his nose, fingers tapping rhythmically on the edge of the table. She was too good at this—getting under his skin, poking at things he didn’t even realize were there.

“It’s not personal,” he muttered, though it sounded unconvincing, even to him.

Y/N let out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “Bullshit.”

His hands stilled on the table, and for the first time, he looked genuinely frustrated—not with her, but with himself.

“I push you because you can handle it,” he said, each word measured and deliberate.

She blinked, caught off guard. That wasn’t the answer she’d expected. “That’s... a terrible excuse.”

John shrugged, his gaze steady, like he wasn’t about to apologize. “Maybe. But it’s the truth.”

“So, you treat me like shit because you think I can take it?” Y/N asked, skeptical.

“I don’t think you need hand-holding,” John said plainly, his voice edged with cold honesty. “You’re smart enough to figure things out on your own. Better than most.”

The room was heavy with tension, the kind that made it hard to tell where the line between resentment and respect blurred.

Y/n studied him, trying to process the swirl of emotions: irritation, satisfaction, and—annoyingly—a strange sense of validation she hadn’t expected.

“So, that’s it?” she pressed, softer this time. “That’s why you act like this?”

John’s expression didn’t shift. “That’s part of it.”

“And the other part?”

He hesitated. Just for a second. Just long enough for her to notice.

“It’s complicated,” he finally said, voice low.

Y/N arched a brow, her eyes gleaming with challenge. “Try me.”

John’s lips twitched—a faint, sarcastic almost-smile. “Not today.”

She exhaled sharply, somewhere between frustration and amusement. “You really are impossible.”

“Probably,” John admitted with a slight tilt of his head, his expression unreadable. “But if I’d told you all this earlier, you wouldn’t have worked as hard.”

Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. “You seriously think that’s the reason?”

“Works, doesn’t it?” he said with a cool shrug, standing from his chair.

She shook her head, lips curling into a reluctant smile. “You’re impossible, Professor Suh.”

“John,” he corrected again, his voice softer now, but still edged with sarcasm.

She slung her bag over her shoulder and gave him a lingering look—curious, intrigued, and slightly amused.

“See you at the actual session,” she said as she headed for the door.

“Don’t be late,” John called after her, a trace of sarcasm still in his voice, but something warmer beneath it—something he hadn’t noticed before.

Y/N glanced back over her shoulder, fake grinning and with a sarcastic tone to it. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

And with that, she walked out, leaving him alone in the quiet room—annoyed, confused, and unaware that maybe, just maybe, something between them had already shifted.

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[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

So that's what you do, dress yourself in some comfortable clothes, and pack your things as if your life depended on it, giving your reflection a quick glance before leaving your old apartment behind. After a long ride, you finally reach Morioh, checking your notepad once again for directions as if you hadn't read it a few too many times already out of fear of getting completely lost…and you did. Even after checking it so many times, you still got lost somehow! You walked around for what felt like hours and still haven't found your damn hotel! In a desperate moment, you swallow your pride and start looking for somebody to get information from…no matter how stupid you must look with your suitcase under your arm and sweat running down your face. So after looking for a while, you finally reach upon a small cafe, an old blond man sitting at one of the tables set outside the small establishment, just perfect!

“Excuse me, would you mind giving me directions?”

That's the first thing that leaves your mouth as soon as you reach the stranger, which, in return, turned his heads as quickly as you had reached out to him.

“I'm truly sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for this hotel here and-”

You spent a few minutes with the man as both of you tried to make sense of the messy scribbles you made, the man letting out a few chuckles as he reassured you everytime you apologized for your mistakes (which weren't even that deep honestly, just a few spelling mistakes due to how nervous you were) And finally, after some time you two manage to make sense of your messy handwriting and a map that the man had in hands, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you thanked him.

“Before I leave, may I ask you something?”

He asked, the coffee in his hands already finished

“I'm sure I've met you before. Did you happen to live here? What's your name?”

If it was any other situation, you would be wary of the man. You had just met him, yet he was already asking for your name and if you had lived here! Yet, in your rush to get to your hotel, you simply answered him without questioning

“Oh, I'm not really sure? I can't really remember it…but my name is Y/N! Y/N L/N!”

His eyebrows perked up slightly, a smile slowly creeping up to his face as three other people slowly approached the table

“Y/N L/N you say?”

(2/2)

(Pretty sure this is still trash but I put WAY to much effort onto this to not send it lol 😭)

Too much effort on my Yandere blog? Nah, no such thing. This is the right place to put effort into writing Jojo characters as yandere. I’ll appreciate any piece that gets sent to me dang it.

Gosh Norisuke would be so interesting as a platonic yandere. I could gush over that alone, there’s a genuine nice air about him and I believe him to be very warm and inviting when he wants to be. Though can just be as unsettling as any of the other Higashikata family members. If there’s anything you’re uncertain about, he’s right there to help you at a moments notice. I’ll stop blabbering about it under your submission however