#haha nah I just hope you are okay and just busy or something and therefore didn´t come here for a while..

[feeling--pink]

Are y’all ever just reading a fanfiction and then you want to draw something from said fanfiction but then the characters are aged up in the fanfic so you have to design their age ups?? Yeah me too.

Okay okay okay but I have explanations for like 90% of my choices but I didn't want to take up any more space on your dash so those are under the cut if your interested!! :D

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By the way it took me an entire day and then some to make these, can you believe that?

I don’t know why I’m asking it’s true

Onto the actual thing!!!!

Right off the bat they ALL have friendship bracelets because they're all friends!! 

Those who weren't at the sleepover got their’s at some point 

idk it’s important to me that they're all friends :(

Also fun fact I totally unintentionally drew almost all of these to scale

And by that I mean when I hold them up to one another, the people I think of as shorter are actually shorter!! It’s very interesting

Well at least to me 

I think there’s a better word than scale but I can’t think of one so therefore I'm just going to keep using it!

More on that in the individual ones

Huey

Look I’m soft for the idea of Huey in a sweater vest

Also he stole this look directly from Webby

Except for the skirt

Because “Skirts are for special occasions” -Huey Duck, at some point

Am I implying that Huey would wear a skirt? 

Yes. Yes I am. 

I hope y’all read that in Phineas’s voice 

Speaking of Phineas, what if I do another crossover thing?? 

Okay that’s off topic I’ll move on 

Older Sibling Culture is being shorter than your younger siblings (I would know)

So naturally Huey’s the shortest of the Duck triplets haha

Dewey 

Also known as Dewey “My hair poof technically makes me taller than you” Duck

But on his own he’s the tallest Duck triplet if I’m following my scale 

Which I am!!

I don’t have much to say here I like the idea that he has the jacket tied around his waist

Plus it has ✨Pockets✨

What’s in there?? It’s a ~mystery~

Nah it’s just a granola bar 

Oh yeah and I wasn’t feeling the vibrant blue that's on his shirt for his younger self

So I made his jacket a more navy blue instead

I meant to give him like converse or something too but then I forgot- 

Louie

I found this outfit on an outfit meme!! 

I thought it was cool and had no ideas for Louie so he got this one

Louie needs an interphase of business casual before y’all give him a suit jacket as an adult, this is my compromise!! 

Also I see y’all with giving older Louie Scrooge’s check tufts

I’m not immune to propaganda, so he gets a little fluff there for now!! 

hahaha propaganda I know I could word that better but it’s funny

Also before you ask I don’t know what his pose is either

I don't choose the pose they just come out that way

Webby

Not gonna lie shes kinda wearing my dream outfit

I don’t know what to tell y’all suspenders and skirts are my favorite things on the planet

Not that I have any suspenders (sigh)

Also I like the idea of long hair Webby!!

I’ll draw her and Violet with their hair down eventually :P

Oh yeah she’s a little off scale

By that I mean 13 year old Webby is a little too short

Sigh, what can you do?

She’s also taller than Huey by the way hehe

But she’s shorter than Louie so she’s still short

Lena

My goal was plain and simple: Make Lena look like a Giant Lesbian 

I hope I succeeded!! 

I don’t know how much more Lesbian I can go since I already have a hawaiian style shirt, cuffed jeans, and stompy boots

Also she gets one more hair wave to show that Time Has Passed

I have said this before but there no WAY Lena doesn’t draw and paint and stuff I get way too many vibes

So she gets a paint splatter thing on her jeans :)

I was just going to keep the pink hair originally but then I realized I didn’t have enough of that nice turquoise 

So I put it in her hair

You can still see a little bit of pink though!!

Therefore her hair makes up half of a trans flag

Do what you will with that 

She’s the second tallest but that’s only because she’s older

It’s Dewey’s personal goal to grow taller than her as fast as humanly (duckly??) possible 

Yeah she’s actually pretty short by standard though

Speaking of age,

I KNOW the rest jump up in age by three (3) years

But writing that Lena would technically be 18 was cursed so we’re going to pretend the birthdays work out so she’s still 17

Can I check if the birthdays actually work out? Of course. Am I going to? No I’m busy drawing and making terrible jokes.

Boyd

Wait a second

We’ve established that Huey is coming for Webby’s style

Now Boyd has an oversized sweater over a dress shirt.......

Boyd is coming for Lena’s style :0

Oh and he kinda looks like Blathers too

I guess you could say he’s hitting two birds with one stone :DD

(Please laugh I tried so hard with that joke)

Another dream outfit tbh

Listen I just want to look like a giant nerd 

That’s off topic again

Boyd is the actual shortest of the group!!

But not by a lot

Huey says Boyd doesn't count because he’s younger

Speaking of age (part 2)

Technically speaking Boyd isn’t 14 years old

What I really mean by that is that he appears to be 14 years old

I don't know, robot logic

Violet

I had no plans so I just went for Librarian vibes

I know that the way Violet’s outfit in the show is presented so that the colors match up with the colors on a Violet Sabrewing hummingbird

But I really didn’t want to make her skirt black so heck that

She’s also officially the tallest of the group!!

Dewey also wants to overtake her in height (but he won't hehe)

I just get tall vibes from her I don't know what to tell y'all 

Gosalyn 

This is my second time ever drawing Gosalyn and my first time on paper

So that’s fun

Anyways, gave our girl the bisexual haircut

And I didn’t give Lena any flannel so we carried that over to Gosalyn 

Also converse just cause 

She’s in-between Louie and Dewey for height by the way!

As for the regular outfit

On the poster I can't really see how the neckline works for her jacket so I just make it look like a letterman jacket

I thought about making it a hoodie but I already gave her older self a hoodie so I didn’t :P

Ugh what a terrible note to leave this on but I don't have anything else for her

That’s it!! Hope some of you found it interesting or something!! 

[quarantingz]

oop mind dump(!), half-baked thoughts (!), usual confusion(!), being busy(!), efficiency(!), procrastination(!) & none of the above(!)

enjoy :))

[written on] 7 april, tuesday

[intended to post on] 7 april, tuesday

[intended to post 2.0 on] 8 april, wednesday

[finally posted, after much procrastination and probably just laziness, on] 9 april, thursday

Hi there!

With a lack of a profound statement to start off this entry, I’ll just say this…my mind is as scattered and non-sensical as ever! What’s new?

Second coffee in, I’m thinking about, as the title suggests, a lot of things (with as much caffeinated enthusiasm as it suggests)! I definitely didn’t think I was going to be writing a post today because I thought yesterday’s entry [monday’s] was heavy enough that I could simmer and ponder over it for a while longer. But I guess, as things go, and because I naturally must write things down, I need to write everything that’s going on in my head right now - before I forget, but also so I can pRoCeSs it :)

I will definitely not get through everything I think I want to write about in this one post, and for the sake of keeping it short and still somewhat legible and engaging, I will try my best. Maybe I will do a part two (??). Hmmm maybe I won’t haha. We’ll see how this goes.

Here we go…enjoy…

So as I was swinging my arms and getting a good stretch of the legs on our family “night” walk yesterday, Tali asked me, “did you have a good day today?”. It was a simple question and one I always answer with a “yeah kinda, did a few things, wish I did more, but tomorrow will be better!”. I like looking on the bright side, but it really got me thinking about what it means to be busy and how society has placed a lot of emphasis on it currently.

I recently read an article on It’s Nice That called, “You are More than Your Output”, which was an interesting read on this idea of “busyness”, the pressures on what we do for a living, self-definition from this and our relationship with work. Oosh, it was confronting and I definitely needed to discuss this with someone further. So of course I decided to send it to Gwen, Cullz and Paulz (there’s something so comforting and encouraging to know that I have people in my life who creatively challenge and most importantly, understand my journey as a creative, post-graduation).

Twas good discussions and what they said was so so good (got my brain juices flowing for sure), but I want to briefly touch on this topic and my thoughts about this…I love being busy, in fact, as I’ve mentioned before, I thrive off being busy. As bizarre as it sounds, I’m almost like an adrenaline junkie who gets off of busy schedules and long lists of TO-DOs. I like to ambitiously jam-pack my day with the most things I can do and “tick off” in ONE day. Sounds overwhelming and you’re probably thinking I’ll burn out eventually and I won’t always like this once I have a full-time job. But for now, I like that feeling. It makes me be and feel productive. And although I regularly remind my friends to take a break and relax in order to rejuvenate, I can’t seem to take this advice myself. I constantly feel like I’ve drunk five cups of coffee within 20 minutes, so my heart usually feels like it’s going to beat its way out of my chest, and my mind is so full, it’s almost incomprehensible and confusing.

Anyway, back to productivity…this feeling is probably the reason why I struggle with self-love a lot - if I’m not achieving everything on my list, I’m not being productive enough, it is not a “good day” and I’m not…“succeeding” in life. Which again, is all about MINDSET, people!

Yes, everything does comes with balance, prioritising and re-evaluating what’s the most important things in life at any given time. Sorry, but I feel like this entry will just raise more questions and half-baked thoughts (ha, managed to tick that off the list!), than actually solving anything.

I guess what I want to touch on here, is not so much on the debate about whether you should be busy or not, it’s more about dismantling these personal-constructs that we have in our minds…

Ahhh, another topic to elaborate on (solely) for another time I guess (…??).

*** SIDE-NOTE (COZ WE LOVE A SIDE-NOTE) ***

Right now [tuesday, 2.40pm], my eldest sister sits on the La-Z-Boy, rocking back and forth trying to write a new idea for a new script. My dad too, sits facing the same way as her towards the ranch slider and garden, bowl of sweet mung bean soup in hand, relaxing in a foldable picnic chair for his “break”. I can’t help but smile at this scene and feel very happy and content in where I am right now. It also makes me chuckle at the contrast of their peaceful reflections with my scattered mind and furious typing. My frantic fingers almost echo in the quiet space that is my living room. I like this. I had only wanted to write one word down for this entry before I forgot it (then finish this piece tomorrow, when I felt like it), but here I am having written over one page long. I’m also not listening to music, which is rare for me as I like dwelling in the emotions and vibe of the music while I write - it helps me as you know by now. But in this moment, it’s just Tema, my dad, me, my typing and my silent scattered thoughts.

*** END OF SIDE-NOTE (ACTUALLY A SMALL APPRECIATIVE-NOTE) ***

Back to the point…the mere act of typing furiously on my keyboard (ooh links!) actually makes me feel busy and definitely makes me look busy. When someone says, “oh Alyssa, you’re always so busy” or “bro, when are YOU free?”, it kind of makes me feel good - that I’m somehow “succeeding” in life because I actually have things to do. But isn’t it all superficial and just an appearance? Because in my mind, I’m not achieving as much as I want to do within a day or week. Anyway, maybe that’s why a lot of people, even myself, give into this idea of busyness - because we’re fed this belief that to be “successful”, means that we not only occupy ourselves to the max, but we look the part too. That’s apparent in any bustling city, like Auckland, or London and Paris. People are constantly moving and doing things. These cities never sleep and apparently that idea means those cities and people are thriving and being “successful”.

I guess another aspect I want to discuss is the idea of efficiency. For some reason, that word is so mockable, but maybe that’s just because my boyfriend uses that word excessively and I like to laugh at him (because he’s silly, not because I’m a bully, woah, CHILL). So to be busy, and therefore “successful” is also associated with being efficient. Which also relates to B, who applies lip balm VERY STRANGELY, but efficiently…he applies it by swiping the stick across his top and bottom lip at the same time, followed by a giddy “EFFICIENCY G!” EVERY. TIME. This is quite like the idea of “killing two birds with one stone”. The idea of doing the most you can and preferably at the same time in order to optimise time. It also links with the saying, “time is of the essence”. Because we have such a limited time on Earth, people feel like they have to fill everyday and every waking hour doing something - or else we feel unproductive and ultimately a “failure”. I’m not saying everyone feels like this (I do), or that efficiency is stupid and entirely negative. I think it’s entirely individual and lies within our perceptions of the things we actually do and hope to do. Everything is relative (??).

Which brings me to the subject of procrastination. For example, in the span it has taken me to write this blog post, I’ve made myself a bowl of plain porridge for my late 2pm lunch (oop photo reference - twas really nice actually), a toastie with salami, sweet thai chilli sauce, harissa sauce and a lot of pepper (odd mix I know), which I had at 4pm, but now consider as my dinner coz now I’m stuffeddddd. I’ve also made hummus (which I think I want to write about next - there’s a metaphor in there that I want to exploit lol) for the fam, folded all of the whites and made the cinnamon apple filling for Tema and I’s mini pies. Talk about procrastination…see here, maybe this isn’t “procrastination”!

The issue lies in how we prioritise and give importance to certain things in our life. And in this case, I’m still being “busy”, but my perception of what I’ve done is that these are menial tasks - they are of lesser importance and priority compared to other things on my to-do list. Again, it is all relative. This comparison between certain things we do is what makes us fall into this trap of self-punishment and “failure” (again, maybe it’s just me). So when we do the thing that seems less important, we consequently feel unproductive . But I had been meaning to make hummus since last week, and I intended to eat lunch at 12.30pm, but got too busy looking through some design concepts for my friend, AND I was meant to fold the whites so my dad could have a clean set of singlets for this week. And lol, I wanted to make pie filling because we all craved something sweet (can’t we just do things just coz?). Looking over these, all of them are important! But why do we prioritise our jobs as so and essentially, degrade our life choices??!

Okay, I think I’m going to wrap this up because there’s no point to this entry anymore. But it was interesting to type out all these random thoughts and somehow try to weave them together. But as always, this is just a ramble. You're confused, I’m confused, we’re ALL confused.

(Or maybe I wanted to see whether you could keep up with my 100 mph train of thoughts hehe)

So to tie everything up in a big, definitely-not-an-indecisive-red-or-maybe-blue-nah-feelin-green-now-BOW…be busy, don’t be busy. Procrastinate, don’t procrastinate. BUT, be kinder to yourself. You don’t have to be busy nor productive - give yourself some slack, you’re doing the best you can! So practice SeLf-LoVe.

You owe yourself thatttt much :)

p.s. I think this post was more me procrastinating about writing and posting, because clearly, I took my time procrastinating and eventually posting three days later than when I first wrote this.

Anyway, have a great day y’all (productive or busy or none of the above)!

- a

[villainqueen]

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell - Chapter 1

Yo! 1st real chapter out. Hope you like it. Like always I’m no native english speaker, please be kind :D

V X Fem!Reader fanfiction, set after the events of Devil may Cry 5.

Prologue // Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

Ao3 [Link]

Chapter 1

The busy bee has no time for sorrow

July 31st 3:00 pm

“Hey Nero, where are my ciggs?”

“Hell, as if I know, Nico!” It was a usual day on the road for the mobile branch of the devil hunting service called Devil May Cry. The music in the van was loud and the driving bumpy as ever, thanks to the driving ability of the young weapon artist Nicoletta Goldstein in the drivers seat and the bickering between the two partners was lively.

“Oh, here they are!” Nico sighed in relief as she found what she was so desperately craving for so she quickly, without paying the traffic any attention, reached over to the open glove box.

“Can you please watch the road while you’re driving!”

“Can you please stop bein’ a little bitch?” This type of conversation was the norm between the two. Nero however had no problems with the admittedly capable woman beside him, just sometimes in moments like these he wished he could just throw her out of the car. Regardless of that they made for a good team and Nero knew that Nico’s work was worth putting up with her bad habits.

“What are you so stressed about anyway Nero? The job went fine, you should relax a bit, or ask Kyrie to help you out with that” Nico grinned as she leaned over to him so he could light up her cigarette.

“Haha, very funny, Nico.”

“After what Kyrie told me… you shouldn't take that as a joke.”

Now Nero’s voice changed from an unamused slightly sarcastic tone to mild panic: “Wait what? Did she mention anything to you?”

“Who knows, Romeo, who knows…”

“Whatever the job was shit, not even good enough to pay for–” Riiiing Before Nero could finish complaining the loud obnoxious noise of the phone interrupted him.

“Oh, as if someone could read your mind, sounds like we got a little more work to do.”

“You don’t know that yet…” huffed the young devil hunter as he picked up the phone: “Devil may cry…”

“Hello there, it’s me Dante your favorite-”

“Why are you back?”

“Well, nice day to you too, I was over a month away and that’s how you greet me, how cold.” Nero couldn’t help but look annoyed, of course he was glad Dante was back, not that he ever doubting the return of his uncle but he hadn’t forget what happened during that last couple of months. Truth be told, Nero had forgiven Dante but was not one to admit that. Therefore, the cold treatment it was.

“Hey hey, Nero, who’s that?” Nico chimed in while blowing smoke in his face.

“Just Dante…”

“Just? Gimme the phone, let me talk to him!” With excitement, Nico tried to snatch the phone out of Nero’s hand however his reflexes proved again to be the superior ones, she stood no chance. No wonder why Nero did the work at the front. He was the body of the operations after all and Nico was content with being the brain, something most devil hunters in the business seems to lack in her opinion, at least the male ones she knew. Otherwise they would all appreciate her genius and skill.

“Nico just shut up, you can fangirl later!” said Nero as he tried to wrestle away from her and returned to the phone call: “Okay Dante, what’s going on?“

“So, I’m back from hell, quite literally, for a day now and thought I give you a call, you know, to let you know that I’m still alive and well-”

“And Vergil, is he fine too? I still have his book I want to return to him.”

“Yes yes, your old man, that guy is fine but well he is not one for staying around, you know… But you should bring the book with you when you stop by.”

“Stop by? Why…”

“Ah yeah, Morrison offered a job, only the girls are out and I’m back from hell, so I think I deserve a damn day off. I decided to be generous and just pass that on to you.”

“You’re simply making me do your work, am I right?” Nero furrowed his brows, one day he gets called dead weight, the next he’s the one doing Dante’s unwanted workload, lucky him…

“Nero, it’s not like you’re not getting paid for it and so far, the client offered good money and with that I mean really, really great payment. So, be a good kid and stop by will ya?”

“Okay okay….”

“Good and don’t forget the book.”

“Whatever!” With that he hung up. Not really sure what he should make of it. Dante just comes back, calls nonchalantly and it’s back to the usual business as if nothing happened.

“Care to share what he said?” asked Nico with a curious twinkle in her eyes.

“Guess we got another job offer.” answered Nero, still unsure what to make of it. “But let’s hear about it first before we take it.”

“Nah idiot! You said it yourself, we need money, the car doesn’t drive with only water and my good will, okay? You goin’ smackin’ some demons!” lectured Nico him with grin on her face that made Nero almost uncomfortable.

“Yeah yeah, whatever…”

Nero didn’t want to admit it but her logic was sound. After they cleared up all remnant demons in Red Grave City, the last month was a quiet one and the last thing he wanted was that Kyrie getting sleepless nights over money problems.

“Nico?”

“Hm?”

“You know, I hate it when you’re right…”

“Well, tough luck. Get used to it.”

July 30th 11:00 pm

The lights of the Devil May Cry office turned on as two men made their way inside.

“Home sweet home!” yelled Dante as he threw his weapon to the side and took a seat at his desk. “Seems like Trish isn’t here so V you can make yourself at home, if you want. You like Pizza? I feel like ordering something.” The other man followed behind him much slower with his weight supported on his trusty cane. Carefully taking a seat on one of the leather couches.

“I have to decline that offer.”

“You know V, now that you’re a normal everyday human you do have to eat, they’re also delivering pasta if that’s more your thing. I will just judge you a bit for that.” That didn’t get much more of a reaction out of that, in black leather clad, man. However, on one hand Dante was not so far off. It took a bit to fully process it, but V was now a human, not Vergil’s human part anymore and not a half demon, just a human. But he felt weak, weaker than ever before. A feeling he did not like. Even though his tattoos remained, was he still able to summon any of his familiars? Without them, he felt completely powerless. He did desire to exist but what was he going to do now? He had nothing, no reason, no motivation, no power. His train of thought was quickly stopped by the noise of the heavy front door as another man walked in, the broker J.D. Morrison.

“I knew you’d come back and here I am stopping by and you’re here like you’ve never left. Always good to see you, old friend.” He said as he made his way over to Dante. “And as I can see, you brought our last client with you.”

“Yeah, we’re back but what brings you here at this hour?”

“Well, I hoped the Ladies were already back, I’ve got a new job at hand, a promising one and the pay is unusual good.” Morrison declared with a smile since he knew, if great pay was mentioned, Dante would be all ears.

“Tell me about it.” Dante was tired and hungry, regardless he knew Morrison wouldn’t come by that late if there wasn’t something to gain for them, so he was more than simply interested. V on the other hand was too sunken in his own thoughts and not one bit invested in Dante’s business. He had no part in it, yet nowhere to go and for the first in a long time, he felt alone.

“Great, listen up Dante, this job comes from the higher ups and with that I mean the church. Yes, you understood me right here, the church! They’re quietly recruiting mercenaries and demon hunters for something big. All in secret, a bit fishy if you ask me, especially with the high payment they offer but they can afford that I suppose.”

“Why would they hire guys from the outside? I thought they got people for such things? Okay, now that I think about it I doubt I have ever seen priests roundhouse-kicking demons yet. On one thing I’ll agree with you, that job it does sound a bit fishy. They would trust anyone with a gun to smack demons for them?” joked Dante with a somewhat questioning expression. The information could be nothing out of the ordinary as he doesn’t have much to work with here. Regardless his guts are telling him; something does not feel right. That also could be the hunger though.

“The job is basically about this castle in the mountains-” started Morrison but was quickly interrupted by a groaning Dante: “Why does it always have to be a castle?”

“Will you let me finish? So where was I, ah yes, this castle. It’s pretty cut off from the outside world since like a really long damn time by some magical barrier or something. And all of the sudden the barrier is gone and demons swarming the castle. The church wants people to get rid of the demons and retrieve any old artifacts or interesting stuff that was left inside.”

“All of them? That is a bit broad and wouldn’t the risk that some everyday gunman sacks some treasures in for himself, sounds not genuine. ”

“I’ve gotta agree with you on that Dante. I’d almost say the church doesn’t really care for artifacts and got something specific in mind.”

Dante took a moment to piece that together. He knew how suspicious churches could be but this mystery tickled his scooby-sense. He smirked as Morrisons and his eyes met. Both business partners understood exactly what’s going to happen. Dante got a plan.

“How about I look into this church business a bit and send someone else to that castle instead. And I think I have the right henchman for that job. Oh and V? You’re going with him.” This pulled the young man out of his own thoughts and with a surprised and slightly confused look, he turned to Dante: “Care to explain? You should have noticed that I have no means to fight.”

“Nah V, you still got the whole goth-look going on means you probably be able to summon your annoying pets again. And did you honestly thought I let you freeloading here? Trish is already expensive enough.”

V looked over to Dante and Morrison, who just shrugged his arms as if he wanted to say; “There is nothing I can do for you son.” V understood he wouldn’t be of any help and would be nothing more than a burden in his current condition, but everything was better than doing nothing. Just sitting around feeling sorry for his state would do him no good. All he could do now was accepting the defeat.

“Good it’s settled then, V you’ll accompany Nero to that castle. You’re much more perceptive than that kid. If there is something weird or you see any artifact that could be interesting, make sure to get back to me with that.”

[beanwaitingforya]

DaiSuga Art students AU

aklujhgklvjavg I wrote a thing inspired by THIS GO LOOK AT IT IT’S ADORABLE by @priintaniere

Edit for Part Two and Part Three

also this will probably follow the ‘slow burn’ stuffs so expect sloooooowww 

DISCLAIMER: using a western college (read: US) experience because that's what I'm familiar with :'] therefore the season is fall in this setting haha. Also I was not an art student in college so if there's something horribly inaccurate please feel free to let me know rip me

Summary: (do I need a summary??) Daichi and Suga meet at university as art students and have a fateful first meeting

They were first years in university when they first crossed paths. Sawamura Daichi had walked into his figure study drawing class with the hope and intent of honing his sketching and painting skills. Unfortunately for him, the class was filled with students taking the class for a general requirement. More often than not, Daichi was paired with someone whose constructive criticism amounted to "that looks good, better than mine at least." Two weeks into the semester and it was already his least favorite class, despite being a fine arts major. He sighed when the professor announced the day's assignment and posted the partner list on the white board. Daichi walked over to table 3, hoping that his partner had at least shown up that day.

Even though he was studying animation, Sugawara Koushi's favorite class was rapidly becoming his one drawing class. It was an excellent break from staring at screens all day, and he enjoyed dabbling in lots of different mediums. In his morning class, he had gotten a little too carried away with his ceramics class, making him rush towards the figure study class after grabbing a quick coffee. Brushing a few autumn leaves from his scarf, he ducked into the large studio, mumbling an apologetic greeting to the professor. He was only a few minutes late. 

Daichi scowled, staring at his watch. It was one thing to be late for a lecture, but how could you be late for a class that required participation? He sighed as he pulled out a sketchbook, looking around the room to see if anyone else was missing a partner. Perhaps he could just join a group. The sound of a bag dropping to the floor next to him made him jump a bit in his chair. "Hi, I'm Sugawara Koushi! Sorry I'm late. I don't think we've worked together yet, right? What's today's assignment?" A thin, lanky boy plopped into the chair across him, brushing silvery hair from his face as he pulled out an identical sketchbook. 

"Uh, portrait drawing, 3/4 profile. I'm Sawamura Daichi." 

"Thanks, Sawamura-kun. You can call me Suga, by the way, everyone does. Do you want to do this one at a time or take turns?" 

"How about turns, ten minutes each?" Finally, Daichi thought, someone who knows what they're doing. "Sawamura is fine, though. Is it okay if I sketch first?"

"Sure, sure! Gives me a chance to catch a breather," Suga said. He rotated his chair to the 3/4 angle for the assignment and sipped his coffee. "Guess I shouldn't have stopped for coffee. I didn't realize how much time I spent in the pottery room."

"Are you a ceramics major?" Daichi asked, beginning a rough pencil sketch.

"Nah, I'm doing animation. But I like trying new things and sketching has always been a hobby of mine." He grinned, one corner of his mouth lifting just a bit more than the other. It wasn't the first time someone had drawn him, but somehow Suga felt nervous, almost flustered, and he ran his mouth hoping to distract himself from the feeling. "What about you?"

"Fine Arts," he replied. Daichi let Suga chatter, content to draw in silence. When they switched, Suga finally stopped talking, concentrating intently on his drawing. Daichi let his mind wander, planning dinner for the night, when his next shift at the bakery was, and when he had time to go to the gym. Absentmindedly, he snuck a glance at Suga, wondering how soft his hair was. 

He was actually quite pleasing to draw, thought Suga. Strong jawline, tousled ebony hair, and eyes that pierced through you, that could pull out your darkest secrets. Probably. Suga liked to attach stories to anything he drew, and that helped him build his animations and videos. He traced over a few lines on his neck, making them stronger, more pronounced. Glancing back up at Daichi, he grinned before turning back to his drawing. Just a tiny hint of stubble, he thought, right around the lips...

Suga shook his head, erasing a few lines. Not quite. 

They switched once more and Daichi couldn't help but notice again how fluffy Suga's hair looked. He nearly reached out and asked if he could touch, but came to his senses and poured over his sketch instead. Running a hand over his head, he was in the middle of correcting a few lines when the professor called them to attention, asking for their work from that day. Daichi sighed, writing his name and class at the bottom and Suga did the same. 

"Hey, that wasn't so bad, right? Hopefully we can be partners again sometime. Here, I'll turn in your paper for you." Suga reached over to grab his drawing.

"Than-"

"Whoa this is good! Maybe you could try rounding out these strokes over here and softening your shadows for more emphasis but honestly this probably looks better than I do. Seriously, your lines are so defined, you made my eyebrows look sculpted and my hair doesn't look like I jumped out of bed this morning! Wait, what's this smudge on my cheek here?" Suga frowned, pointing at a small spot on the cheek of Daichi's sketch. 

"Ah, I forgot to mention, you have some clay on your face, hold on, I'll get it for you." Without thinking, Daichi reached over the table to swipe his thumb at the dab of clay on Suga's face. He wiped his hand on his jeans before realizing how very intimate that could have been. Blushing, he started to apologize, but Suga beat him to it.

"Ahaha, thanks! I had no clue that was there," the words rushed out of his mouth. "I'll just turn these in and maybe see you around? Bye, Sawamura!" Suga quickly grabbed his things, handing the sketches to the professor before bolting out the door, a hand covering the red creeping up his face. That was...unexpected, he thought. 

Daichi could've sworn he glimpsed Suga's ears tinged with red, but he was too busy trying to cool his own face to think much of it.

working on more next part has them bumping into each other on campus and maybe!asahi!too!