#heres something i drew at school but made digital!!!

[ghostorbz]

Desperately trying to revive my soul so I can draw

[sopiloveshobi]

Loved you from afar

Yoongi fluff that was in my head for a good few weeks. Inspired by my friend Taeyi. Shy Yoongi, non idol style. 4k words. No warnings. I hope it will make you feel warm and fluffy and head over heels for this Yoon. (didn't read it or spell checked sowwi)

‘I’m here!’ – you waived at the man walking down the mall along the shops towards you. He was holding two cups of coffee to go and a small bag which looked like the kind you would get from a pastry shop. He walked past few other people on the way and made his way to you. He was wearing a pair of shorts and long dark oversized t-shirt, high top converse with white socks sticking out. He smiled widely when he saw you waive. ‘The queue was crazy, I’m really sorry it took so long’ he muttered and handed you the drink. ‘It’s okay Yoongi, I told you it’s mental around this time of the day’ you smiled grateful he went to get lunch for the two of you. ‘Let me just let my boss know I’m going on a break’ you pointed at the inside of the clothing shop you were both standing in front and you disappeared inside for few moments, still holding your coffee. Yoongi nervously looked around, trying to find something to look at whilst waiting for you and he decided to just stare at his own shoes. You came back not long after, poked your head around the corner to see your friend just staring down. It wasn’t anything new to you, as he tends to be a little bit awkward in public. ‘All sorted, ready?’ you surprised him and he glanced at you, smiled and nodded.

Right outside of the mall on the left hand side was small park-ish area. Few swings for kids and benches for the parents. But it was all empty because it looked like everyone disappeared for lunch. The both of you moved towards the area, picked the cleanest bench and sat on it. It was getting colder as the autumn was approaching soon. The sun was still quite high, it just wasn’t giving the same warmth as two weeks ago. You have taken a sip of your drink and closed your eyes, listening to the silence surrounding the two of you.

‘Taehyung wanted to go to the movies later today’ Yoongi muttered kind of towards you but kind of just into the universe.

‘Oh really? What are you going see?’ you got interested right away. You knew Yoongi for years now. It’s been at least 8, maybe coming to be 9 soon? You became friends at school, then you graduated and still were hanging out, both got few part time jobs in the past few years. You also managed to hold a serious adult office job for about three months before you decided to get a degree - part time, which you also decided to abandon few weeks in. It was too stressful and all you wanted to do was to draw. You were really good at it, so you opened a small business on the side selling your digital prints and art you drew on your tablet. But it wasn’t enough to keep you going, hence the part-time job at the mall.

Yoongi always wanted to make music and he was doing it on the side. He was definitely making enough now to not work part time but for some reason when he found out you will be working in the same mall as him (before he decided to quit) he changed his mind and decided to stay. You never really questioned his decisions. During your summer breaks you spent hours together locked in one of your rooms, him making music at the desk and you drawing on your tablet. The perfect combination. Both the artsy types, both quite shy and timid. Not all the time tough, there were multiple crazy stories you could tell your friends. One of the more memorable ones was when the two of you got really drunk after work and you sat in a shopping trolley which he was pushing, while riding his skateboard. Both laughing like two crazy teenagers until the security got rid of you. Yoongi was shy. Very shy. But he was also so warm. He would always cover your with a blanket when you fell asleep and he continued working on his stuff. He would always bring you hot soup when you were ill. Lunch at work was always a must. He really cared. He was also the type to never admit if he ever had feelings for you. If he did, he treasured your friendship more. He could always be around you and catch you when you fall, without ever risking and jeopardising your current relationship. He could love you from afar. Of course he spent nights thinking if your lips would be soft on his, or what would it be like to hold your hand for real, not just for a second when you were wrestling on the bed. What would it be like for you to fall asleep on his shoulder, when you actually intended to put your head there, not just by accident when he was near by and you were too tired to sit straight. His stomach flipped every time you mentioned a date with someone. He was terrified of someone else having you, at the same time he would never stop you. And he was always there when you were broken up with by another guy who didn’t know what he could have. He watched all the silly films with you and devoured half of the tub of ice cream you always liked. He was always the one to peel a tangerine for you, or an orange when they were around. Without asking if you fancy one, he would just do it and hand it over to you.

‘I’m not sure but he wanted me to bring you with. He said he invited the new girl he was seeing and he wanted it to be little bit less official than a date’ Yoongi answered, slightly worried you might get the wrong idea about the entire thing. But it wasn’t the first time you would go to the movies as his +1. Anytime one of his friends needed a double date you two were the go to. Even though you obviously weren’t dating. Obviously to you, not so obviously to Yoongi. Well it was obvious enough but it started getting to him the more he thought on how long you two have been hanging out for. Nearly 9 years. He was a loyal friend, he was a loyal friend to his other friends too it was just the way he was. He brushed through his long dark hair, overgrown from the summer. He looked at you, nervous as always even though he asked you the same question multiple times before.

‘So WE are going? I didn’t really want to go out tonight but..’ you started, desperately trying to get your pastry out of the paper bag that was laying between you and him on the bench.

‘If you don’t want to I will tell him you had other plans’ he quickly jumped to conclusion. He would never want you to do anything that you weren’t comfortable doing.

‘No, no it’s fine. We can go’ you smiled seeing him getting flustered. He held the bag steady for you and you finally managed to get your piece out of the bag. You grabbed the pastry and bit into it right away. Sweet cream and jam inside filled your mouth and you felt better. Less dizzy and shaky. You didn’t have anything else this morning and Yoongi knew it. Because when you asked for lunch you asked for coffee only and he brought food. He knew you too well and he was sure you didn’t have anything else that day.

‘Are you sure? I can go on my own..’ he asked looking at your pretty face devouring the pastry he picked for you. He admired every second of every time spent with you. Your eyes wondering around the sky, which he dreamed of staring for hours at the time.

‘Yes it’s fine, let’s do it. What film?’ you looked at him again, in between bites.

‘I didn’t really ask, let me text him’ he got a little bit nervous, of course he forgot to ask Taehyung about the film, at the end of the day he didn’t really care. He knew he would have a good time because it was with you. ‘Anyway, I will pick you up at 7? I will take my mums car’.

‘Sounds good! And don’t worry we haven’t seen any of the new films anyway, so whatever Tae picked will be fine’. He loved how unproblematic you were. How easy it was for you to just go with the flow. It was easy for you because you knew that it was always a good time with Yoongi. You knew nothing bad will ever happen to you around him. He would always protect you and take care of you. And you loved it about him so much, but you could never admit it. How could you ruin a friendship like this? He was older so in your head he was always treating you like a younger sister. The age gap wasn’t that big, you met at school at the end of the day.

You picked a really flowy dress, the evenings weren’t super cold. Short green platted dress with a cream cardigan because it was an evening and the dress was on thin straps so you were bound to get cold and you promised yourself you won’t get Yoongi to give up his hoodie yet another time for you. You put few bits in your bag: lip balm, pack of tissues, your wallet and your keys and you run out seeing Yoongi approaching in his mums car. You got in and he got immediately flashed with your scent. Sweet but light floral perfume that you have been using for as long as he remembers. Your hair half-up, with the rest flowing down your shoulders. He got stunned. He couldn’t say anything, there was no thoughts in his brain apart from just how beautiful you looked that night.

‘Yoongi? Hello?’ you waved your hands in front of his eyes and he finally shook his head and came back to his senses.

‘Pull yourself together’ he whispered to himself and you heard him say something but you couldn’t make up any of the words.

‘What? Are you okay?’ you asked, but then he looked back at you, smiled and nodded.

‘Ready? You look great’ he complimented. He always said it. No matter what were you wearing and it was true. He loved you in every outfit. No. He was miserable about you in every outfit. Including his hoodie and joggers when you both got soaked that one night running home from the shop. You were perfect to him in everything you wore. Oh how miserable he was about you. And recently it has been becoming more and more impossible to hide it. He would stutter when you would approach him without a notice or he would get stunned just like just did in the car.

‘Let’s go!’ you said enthusiastically and put your hand into a fist and made a really awkward ‘lets’ gesture. He didn’t say a word the entire time to the cinema. Not a word. The music was playing in the background, nothing too crazy, nothing too loud. He was always quiet but he was acting really strange this time. Almost too strange. And when you started thinking about it, he did become different recently. He was more distant, quieter. He wouldn’t come around as much after work anymore. Is he dating someone? That was your first thought but then you declined that idea since he invited you to go and pretend to be double dating with Tae tonight. Surely he would of invited his real date if he had one.

Anyways you made it to the car park behind the cinema, walked inside and stood there for a while trying to localise Taehyung. But he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Not yet anyway.

‘Is he late? Are they late? I mean it’s nothing new for him, but isn’t the film about to start?’ you asked and looked at Yoongi as he was taking his phone out. You watched him text Tae for the 5th time in the span of 20 minutes as you were waiting for him. You turned around and looked at the popcorn machine and went towards it to get some for you and Yoongi. In that time Taehyung sent a message back to Yoongi ‘We are not coming. I will explain later’ is what the messaged said. You came back to him with a giant bucket of popcorn with a smile on your face excited to devour it during the film.

‘Well they are not coming apparently. Do you still want to go and see the film?’ Yoongi locked his phone and put it into his pocket. You looked at the popcorn in your hands and pouted at first because the idea to miss out on all of that crunchy deliciousness made you a little sad.

‘Do you?’ you asked quickly, still staring at the food.

‘Sure why not, we are already here and we got the tickets’ he nodded and took the bucket away from you. It was always like that with him around. You never had to carry anything, you never even have to ask. You never had to ask about the hoodie when you were shivering either. He just knew. He was a little bit excited for the idea of just the two of you in the cinema. All on your own. Last time you both went was few years ago and he was really nervous to just be alone in a dark room like that with you. Even though you spent hours overnight in each others houses. But the cinema was always a strange place that just gave him this one particular feeling. A feeling of a date.

You found the screening room and went inside. The ads have already started as you were waiting for Tae and his date for a while. Yoongi found your seats and lead you to it. There wasn’t a lot of people around anyway, not many people chose to come in on a weekday after all.

The film started uneventful, it was supposed to be a thriller but it doesn’t seem very thrilling at first anyway. You were slowly going through your bucket of popcorn when a huge yawn came out of you. You hid your face in your hands quickly with an apologetic look on your face, staring at Yoongi. He giggled as it made him laugh. The film wasn’t very good and he clearly could tell that you were getting bored too. But you both decided to give it another try and started paying attention again. The film did get better. The story moved at a faster pace and when a random guy popped out of a rubbish bin with a knife you jumped on your seat and your hand intuitively landed on Yoongis. He looked at your hand and froze for a second. You were now holding his hand. Well he was holding your hand. You two were holding hands. He gasped without you noticing but he didn’t pull away. He promised himself to distance himself from you. Give you space to breathe because even he could notice the way he was behaving around you recently. But today, the smell of you in his car, the green dress and the fact that Tae stood you two up made a potion of courage for him. He decided to just go with the flow. It wasn’t like him at all. But he kept wondering what would it be like to hold your hand, and how would your lips fit in his.

You noticed he was looking at your hands but you didn’t pull away either. You didn’t let him see that you saw him looking. What a huge game is being played here. Pretending to not see each other movements or delicate stares. You smirked to yourself and decided to pretend this is not a big deal. It’s just a hand, right? And then another strange thing happened in the film and you squeezed his hand. And all of a sudden he just let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around you. You froze. Yoongi? What the hell is this? He wasn’t looking at you, he just did this and went back to watching the film. But you couldn’t focus anymore, his fresh scent surrounded you. Just like every time you wore his hoodie. It felt so homey and fresh. His warm arm around you. You not moving an inch. You gulped. What is going on? You thought to yourself. He was never like this. He was never this brave, nor forward. But it felt so nice. You didn’t know what to do next. You were so conflicted already overthinking scenarios in your head. What if we won’t like each other like that for very long? What if he will get bored of me? What if…

He saw you having an internal conversation with yourself. He knew you too well and seen it too many times. He wasn’t sure what it was about but he could tell you stopped focusing on the film. Did I fuck up? He thought to himself but he didn’t move an inch. He looked at you again and he saw two round eyes staring right at him. There was nothing else around for him just the pair of your eyes looking at him. He exhaled loudly and looked away for a second. Brushed his hand through his overgrown long dark hair and looked back at you.

And there you were, still staring at him trying to read what was going on in his head. Trying to understand what was going on between the two of you just then and there.

‘Fuck it’ he said very loudly and leaned forward. Where did Yoongi found all of his courage to do all of this neither of you will ever know nor question. Because his nose was touching yours now, his eyes closed and his lips touching yours. And the both of you froze for a second. You didn’t back out but you didn’t kiss him back right away. You were trying to understand the motive behind his arm wrapped around you not beg for a kiss but he clearly read you wrong. Well wrong wasn’t the correct word. He understood you differently. And now his lips were at yours. Your stomach flipped and it felt like 10 thousand butterflies just hatched inside you and try to escape. You could tell he was nervous because his arm that was still wrapped around you was getting a little shaky and heavy. Without thinking too much anymore you started kissing him back and a slow and soft kiss turned into a slightly deeper one and he started grabbing you closer with the wrapped around you arm. You cupped his face with your hand and reciprocated every inch of his kiss. It felt like the both of you were floating above the seats now and nothing else really mattered anymore. The semi good film, the popcorn you had your eyes on for most of the duration of the film.

He finally had the guts to go for it. He didn’t know when was the next time will be, that it will be just the two of you in the cinema which for some reason he had really strong feelings about. It couldn’t be in the car. It also couldn’t be anywhere else. You kept making out until the film finished, without noticing and the lights turned on. Only then Yoongi realised that the film has finished and he let go of you and sat back in his seat. He didn’t say anything, he just smirked and then smiled with one of his gummy smiles to himself.

You got off your chair and looked at him for a second, really shy with flushed face. You were blushing, now that it wasn’t dark around the two of you. He followed, grabbed the rest of the popcorn bucket and took it with him to leave at the bin downstairs. Both of you silent, just moved towards the exit and then towards the exit of the building and straight to Yoongis mums car. No word, not a look not a sight was heard. The silence was deafening and it almost felt like either of you regretted what just happened. Yoongi couldn’t stop overthinking it. He was sure he fucked up. For once he had the guts to act the way he really felt and it all ruined your really long friendship. He just wanted to get you safe home and disappear for few days, give you time to breathe.

‘So…’ you finally opened your mouth as the both of you were standing in front of the car.

‘So..’ he answered looking away from you. Both of his hands in his pockets, playing with his shoe shyly. ‘Listen I know this wasn’t planned..’ he started again. He didn’t have a plan. Again. He didn’t know what he wanted to say. All he wanted to do is to lean you over the car and kiss you again and again. But you were still blushing and looking away from him just now.

‘It’s okay if you regret it’ you interrupted him right away. If? That sounded like you weren’t regretting it. He looked at you for the first time since you left the cinema. You were standing in front of him, pink nose from the wind outside, red cheeks and glary round eyes drilling into him.

‘I don’t..’ he braved it out of himself. He took a step towards you and you froze again. You turned your head to the side almost like asking a question and he took one of his hands out of the pockets of his hoodie and leaned forward towards you. ‘Come here’ he whispered and you took his hand. He pulled you closer and leaned you on the car door. Took few steps towards you, the tip of his nose touching yours. He bit his lip and then looked into your eyes. You gulped so loudly you could hear it. You closed your eyes before he closed his and he smirked and shook his head. Your insides flipped, the butterflies hatched in the second wave and started flustering inside you. You bit the inside of your mouth and patiently waited. But nothing happened. He was just there looking at you with your eyes closed. So you opened one of it and you saw him smiling. Gummy wide smile, eyes in half moons. Pure happiness and you have never seen him like this. ‘If I kiss you again, that will be it you know it?’ he finally managed to get few words out. ‘You will be mine and I won’t let you go’ he added before you had a chance to respond. And you nodded. That’s all you could do. Just nod. So he came closer and this time the both of you closed your eyes at the same time and his lips met yours again. It felt so right, it felt like this is what you have been waiting for, for years. Tears started rolling down your face as he kept kissing you more and more. And then he felt the tears and stopped.

‘Why.. why are you crying? Do you not want to?’ he got instantly worried and regretted being so confident in himself but you shook your head.

‘I didn’t know this was what I was waiting for, for all these years’ you answered and pulled him back to you. His head was spinning. You were his. He was holding you in his arms. He was kissing your lips. Finally. All the worries he always had stopped him from doing this went away. Maybe tomorrow he will think about it and worry about the future but for now. Now he had you and you were his.

‘I loved you from afar for years’ he didn’t think through what he was about to say. Today was the day he was just saying and doing everything he felt like was right. But you didn’t answer, just pulled him closer to you and hid your face in his arms. He hugged you so tight and wrapped his arms around you. And you felt safe. Like there was nothing else in the world that could hurt you. His pocket buzzed and he pulled out his phone to see a message from Taehyung.

'I hope you enjoyed ;)' . The both of you looked at the message and then saw Taehyung in a car parked opposite of you waving and showing his thumbs up.

[m3talmunson]

Steve Harrington except his mom comes from old money, his father new. So while Steve's mom took his father's last name (reluctantly. She was doing her best to promise that her son would have a good life ahead of him), she got to choose Steve's first, which just happens not to be Steve.

His name is actually Esteban Eberardo Ortiz Harrington, because by God, Maria Harrington would never let her son have an English name since she had to give up her own to promise her son a decent life.

Somewhere along the way she got lost in it all. She chased Mr. Harrington around to make sure he wasn't sleeping with whatever floozie secretary he had at the moment, and in doing so she forgot to be a mother - as much as somebody can just forget that duty.

So, one day Esteban got dropped off at his grandpa's house and became Steve. Then one day Steve's grandfather died and Steve didn't even see his father at the funeral. His father, the dead man's son, sent Maria with flowers to the funeral. Flowers she didn't have a destination for. So, the moment it was over she dragged Steve and the flowers back to the dust-covered Harrington home. She makes some dinner and has a nice night with her son, but as they curl up on the couch and try to settle for the night, she brings him up.

"Mijo, your father. I have to go back to him tomorrow. I have a plane ride in the morning. I have to go sweetheart." She blinks back the tears in her eyes as she delivers the news.

"It's ok mama! I'm 10 now, double digits." He holds out both of his hands, all of his fingers splayed out. "I can take care of things here." He put on his best brave face, something Grandpa Harrington taught him.

"Grandma is going to visit you as much as she can, but she doesn't live near here. You'll be on your own a lot, my sweet sweet boy." She let the tears run at this point, ignoring the musical she had put on the TV to occupy their thoughts.

"Don't cry mama," He curled up into her side. "Wait, Grandma? But she's been gone for longer than Grandpa?"

"No, no, my mama. She'll be up here every so often for you. My brave boy." She kissed the top of Steve's head, peppered a few more against Steve's complaints of tickling.

"Come on mama, Dolly's singing!" He said, and drew his attention back to the TV like it was nothing. They fell asleep on the couch that night. Mr. Harrington never would have approved, but maybe he just didn't need to know.

And that began the life of Steve being alone. At least, most of the time. His grandma did come up every so often. She taught him how to cook, clean, where the stools were, and which ones were tall enough for him to reach the cookie jar. The same cookie jar that stayed in place just incase his parents did come home and happen to give half a shit about it.

When she couldn't be there, over the phone, she taught her little Esteban Spanish. His father never allowed it in the house, but the moment she insisted she be called Abuelita and not Grandma, she piqued Esteban's interest.

He was interested until he got made fun of for the accent. He continued to learn it, but insisted that he be called Steve, the same way she insisted he call her something else. That set the record straight for him.

During high school, she got too frail for him to visit. The Harrington's put money in the bank for Steve, so he began to visit her. He'd fly down to where she was staying, drive once he could. Steve got his license the very first day he could, just to visit her. He planned her funeral when the day came, just a month before Will Byers went missing. That kept him in contact with quite a few of his cousins that way, checked in on everyone and made the rounds while he tried to remain a normal teenager, have a normal girlfriend, live as King Steve, or Steve "The Hair" Harrington. Anything that kept his life nice and neatly in place.

Then, a stupid nail bat was his lifeline. Screw normal, he couldn't trust anyone or anything anymore. Two years later, he got tortured by Russians and then, maybe he could trust someone.

Somewhere between his fall from grace and saving the world for good, he grew to trust a lot of people. Grew to have people at his house all the time, filling that god awful empty house.

He had Eddie over one night when he got a call from his cousin Mariana, she had just finished her freshman year of college in the US, so her English was getting pretty good, but she greeted him in Spanish so he can only return the favor. Steve guessed it was only a matter of time until Eddie and the others found out about him anyways.

So, he responded to Mariana. He had an entire conversation with her, back to the couch that Eddie was sat on. Last he knew Eddie was flipping through movies, but all the noises stopped. At least Steve could assume that maybe he just picked a movie, and maybe get hurt or yelled at or something after the call. He just had to get through this conversation with Mariana.

He heard the crash of tapes falling and had to end it.

"Sorry Mari, I've got to go." He said abruptly in English, and tried his hardest not to slam the phone back into the receiver.

When he turned around, he didn't expect what he saw. Sure, Eddie's jaw was basically on the floor, but he didn't seem angry, not like Steve had expected.

"You- you speak Spanish, Stevie?" Eddie had almost a shocked rasp to his voice, clutching onto the tape in his hand, the one that managed to not fall.

"Yeah, have for about 8 or 9 years now."

"You, Steve Harrington, are fluent in Spanish?"

"Esteban Eberardo Ortiz Harrington, actually. And yeah, my mom is Mexican."

"Est- Esteban???" Eddie laughed out. "Good God Stevie-"

"I know, I know, I should have told you sooner. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hide it, I just- it's hard walking around Hawkins with a Spanish accent, it's just so-" He interrupted Eddie.

"Steve, Stevie, no." It was Eddie's turn to interrupt. "I'm not mad at you sweetheart. Definitely not mad." Eddie hinted at something else.

"You're not mad? What- I-" Steve raised his eyebrow. "What's that look about then?"

Eddie had been out to Steve for a while, and vice-versa. They hadn't exactly not been flirting, so Eddie didn't feel too crazy saying this next part.

"If I'm being so honest, Stevie," Eddie stepped closer into Steve's personal space, "I wouldn't say completely platonic feelings."

"Oh, that's what does it for you, Munson? Really?" Steve teased. Back with the bravado charm.

"I dunno... want to say some more?"

And, of course, the moment he hears it again -the accent Steve's voice works itself into- he's basically frothing at the mouth. He drops the tape he was holding and swings his arms around Steve's neck, only a little awkward considering the lack of height difference.

"I guess it is, Esteban."

"You don't even know what I said!" Steve pretended to act shocked, or pissed or something, but he really didn't care.

"Tell me later," Eddie cut Steve off with a swift kiss, and maybe Steve would settle for later.

Maybe he'd have a lifetime to tell Eddie that all he said was "I really want to kiss you." He had his wish fulfilled anyway.

[rustboxstarr]

🥀First times for everything🥀

Summary: Just some good ole' fashioned grinding my guys

Pairings: Virgin!Eddie x Plussize!Reader

CW: kissing, groping, smut, grinding, cumming in boxers 😈, slight miscommunication, new relationship, reader referred to as fat by herself because what is so wrong with that? it's an adjective!

Word count: 3.9k

A/N:This was supposed to be a blurb, I very obviously failed..

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You strolled down the hall adjoining the cafeteria with an arm laced with Robins as you laughed about a previous endeavor in class, Jason had been told to shut it after talking all class and almost peed himself when he wasn't excused to the bathroom with a pass. The early June weather didn't feel as if you had just left spring, it felt like you were in the pique of august in some exotic country judging by the sun blazing down on you, allowing your body to break out in a light sweat whenever you were outside too long. The temperature was up in the three digits category every single day, so automatically baggy jeans and t-shirts turned into shorts and the occasional crop top. Today was that day, you had gotten a few stares, but that was inevitable being a fat girl wearing shorts that barely covered your ass and naturally weighty breasts on display under the white halter top, you would like to think it was a modest amount of cleavage, unfortunately that was only the case for you, for others you looked like you might have been trying too hard, there was no way you were going to care however, it was too damn hot outside to dress any lighter than this. You were pleasantly surprised that the shorts hadn't been bothering you but you dismissed the fact of no chafing due to the short walks between classes and cool air blasting through the school leaving your thighs dry and smooth as they rubbed together when you walked. 

“Oooh, loverboy is here” Robin grabbed your attention and drew it down to the end of the hall to see your boyfriend leant up against the lockers, black t-shirt with some band on it you couldn't read from so far away and a simple pair of green cargo shorts. “oh and he’s waiting by your locker, how cute” Robin grinned sarcastically. You rolled your eyes at her antics, “Oh I just realized you never told me if you.. you know” she widened her eyes excitedly, “Jesus Robin, you are too invested in other people's lives” that was not the answer she was looking for and that was made clear when she shook her head expectantly. “If you must know” you rolled your eyes again “No Eddie and I have not had sex”. You stopped in the middle of the hall, pulling her to the side so you wouldn't arrive where Eddie was, mid conversation. 

“Why not dude? What on earth are you waiting for?” she was undoubtedly exasperated with the situation, you were together, you had talked about sex with Eddie and she had heard from Steve that he had briefly ventured into the subject so what was the big deal?!

“Everyones not sexcrazed teenagers like you and Steve, humping like bunnies” you sneered “Ew when you say that it sounds like you mean were fucking each other” she pulled a face. “Obviously not, I just mean, Steve dates anyone in sight” you gestured to yourself, as if saying he even dates fat girls  “-and you and Vickie seem to be how do I say this?” you pondered “Horny as fuck” you grinned. “So are you and Eddie” she drew her eyebrows up dramatically as if she knew something you didn't. “We don’t know that, for all I know Eddie isn't even ready to do that stuff” you explained. “Welllll” Robin bounced on the balls of her feet “I mean, he’s a 19 year old guy, they're all horny fucks. He might just be waiting for you to tell him you're ready” that was in fact the case, but you didn't know that. 

“I feel like if he was he would say something” you raised your eyebrows as you began treading slowly down the hall again, “You realize you haven't told him you're ready” she rolled her eyes out of your view “I think he would know I’m ready” you countered.

“Sure, because boys are so well known for their knowledge of the female species, Eddie!” she held her hands out as a greeting. Eddie frowned slightly at her dramatic hello “Hey.. Robin” he answered her cautiously. “Alrighty well I’m gonna head to History, I’ll leave you too lovebirds be” she smirked earning a sneer from you as she began walking. She turned around behind Eddie's back to face you and made a lude scene in the hall, pretending to thrust into someone from behind while making awfully exaggerated faces of pleasure. Your stare at her drew Eddie's attention making him look behind him, Robin stopped abruptly and spun around to speed walk to class. 

“Hey” you smiled, stretching up to place a peck to his lips which he happily returned. “Only have a few minutes, I have history too” he explained as you opened your locker to switch out your books “But I wanted to ask, um Wayne, is uh out tonight, if you want to you know come over, we don't have to do anything!” he was quick to stress that fact “but I just thought it might be nice, watch Tv without a 60 year old man hovering around us” he grinned “and uh we got the AC going so it'll be cool” he brought his hand to the back of his neck to scratch and it with the pads of his fingers. 

“Yeah, I’d love to, I’ll just tell Steve I don't need a ride and I’ll go home with you yeah?” you closed your locker, limply holding your math textbook between both hands resting on your stomach. “Yeah sounds good” he smiled down at you, as you met his eyes you saw his attention was brought further down, to your boobs which were now firmly pressed together from the way you were holding your textbooks. You felt slightly awkward under his gaze but the moment only lasted a second or so before he cleared his throat and looked back at you “I’ll uh, be in the parking lot when you end” “Can’t wait” you grinned as you pecked him on the lips again. Before you could draw back Eddie's hand was quick to grab at your neck to hold you to him for just a few seconds longer. You swallowed as you drew apart, “Ok, bye” you forced a smile and quickly walked away. God could you be more awkward??

– 

“You ok?” Robin asked as Eddie folded himself into the wooden chair next to her. “What? Oh, yeah all good” he smiled but Robin only squinted at him, a slight smirk played on her lips as she leant back, waiting for the class to start. As casual as she could be she commented “Cute top Y/N wore today right?” she was trying very hard to fight the smirk, it was proven even more difficult as she turned her head to the side to see Eddie with raised eyebrows, he coughed “Uh, yeah, didn't- didn't really notice it” he tried explaining away. Robin only nodded, silently laughing maniacally in her head. 

–

“Welcome to my humble abode” Eddie grinned as he swung through the door gesturing you to enter first, you chuckled “I’m familiar with it”, both of you slipped off your shoes and dropped your school bags to the floor. “So uh” Eddie clapped his hands together before holding them firmly behind his back, trying not to rock back and forth with nerves “What do you want to do, we can watch a movie, listen to music in my room and uh…” he wasn't sure how exactly he had planned on finishing that sentence. “Make out?” you grinned “I-I mean, only- only if you want to” what was his issue with just saying one word once when he was talking, shut the fuck up Eddie, why are you so nervous, shes your girlfriend you idiot. 

You looked up at him through squinted eyelids, tilting your head to the side “Do you want to?” you had kissed before, sure, indulged in a little tongue, sat next to each other on a bench and awkwardly facing each other but never close to each other, not in someone's bed. “Only if you want to” he deadpanned now, head tilting down to look you straight in the eye, wishing he could understand what was going through your head. You were about to repeat his words back to him, or even say you wouldn't mind it, but maybe if you were clear with Eddie he would be clear with you so you opted for saying it right out “I want to” Eddie's eyes widened. “Do you?” you asked slowly, voice slightly firm “Y-yes, yes” he was nodding vigorously “I want to” you giggled at him “Well come on then” you slipped your palm into his, letting him stumble with you to his bedroom. Before you had a chance to sit down Eddie asked “Music?” trying to avoid your gaze. “Yes” you stated looking him dead in the eyes before grinning “But I’m picking”. 

Eddie clambered onto his bed as you went through music collection. How was he supposed to sit, in the middle against the headboard? To the side so you could sit next to him? Should he lie down? Would you be comfortable with lying down or would he seem like a creep? Was he supposed to be on top? Fuck he was getting in his head, fucking relax. He chose to sit in the middle of the bed, resting against the headboard, this way if you wanted to you could.. sit in his lap.. or next to him, he made sure there was still room for you. 

Just as he was trying to relax and calm his nerves he looked over at you bent at the waist to read the backs of each cassette. His heartbeat rose and an audible gulp was heard through the room as he noticed you. With your particular position your shorts had risen up your hips, wedging between your thighs, seam pressing at your puffy cunt and giving him a clear view of half your ass. He tried to look away, find just one other thing in the room that could catch his interest but it was impossible, his eyes snapped back to you, he rolled his eyes back as if just the sight of you alone was giving him pleasure, which, it was. He took the opportunity to sneakily and quietly adjust himself, forcing his now hard cock to sit straight and under the hem of his boxers, that would definitely make his little issue less noticeable. 

You stood up only a moment later, popping in the A side of the cassette Whodini, Escape. It was a surprise to see Eddie actually had Hip-pop in his house but judging by the size of his collection it seemed reasonable. You rocked your head from side to side with the beat of the music as you turned to Eddie, who sat fiddling with his rings in his lap. Now it was your turn to freak out about the sitting position, you pushed it down and took a breath. You weren't necessarily that excited about sitting on top of Eddie, you were heavy, what if you were too heavy? What if he didnt like you sitting in his lap? But you chose to power through, climbing onto the bed and swinging a leg over his and settling on his mid thighs. Eddie's wide eyes stared up at you, it was unbearable, you didn't want to think you did something wrong so you just quickly attached your lips to his. 

Eddie closed his eyes with a sigh, releasing the tension in his shoulders. As your hands grazed his arms and settled on each side of his neck Eddie drew his hands up to hold lightly at your waist. The kiss lasted a few seconds before you drew back to look at him, you didn't really get a chance though because soon enough Eddie leaned forward searching your lips again, with gentle movements you got him to settle back against the headboard and pecked against his lips. As you kissed him again you felt Eddie's tongue poking slightly at your flesh, nonverbal asking you to part your lips, you did, and you almost swooned when you felt his tongue graze yours, cinnamon gum tasting at the tip of your tongue. A low groan spilled from Eddie's lips as he grew more brave and licked more of your tongue. It was as if both of your bodies just knew and molded together, tongues swiping at each other with growing confidence and force. Eddie's hands began to grip harder at your hips making you notice it more, you chanced it and grabbed his right hand. 

His grip immediately loosened, thinking he might have held you too hard but gasped when he felt you guide his hands to your boob. He muttered a “fuck” against your lips as his fingers pushed into the soft skin. His grip on your hip went back to its former strength as he palmed at you desperately. You hummed against him at the feeling and continued kissing him. Relishing in the feeling of Eddie's greedy hand altering between squeezing harshly and simply holding you. 

He couldn't hold it in anymore though, he was straining desperately against his boxers and he needed some sort of release. You made a shocked whine when his hand left your boob to find its place on your hip again. Eddie forcefully pulled you flush against his chest, moving you from his thighs to sit right down on his clothed cock. You let out a loud gasp as you felt his hard length pressing right against your covered cunt, you parted your thighs to open your lips up to sit firmly on him, allowing his previous adjustment to sit deliciously pressed to your clit. Eddie's hands instinctively pushed over your shorts as he moved his hands from your hips to grab a hefty handful of your ass, causing you to push down on him. You let out a low moan at the feeling, desperately kissing his lips again to taste him. 

When Eddie pulled you towards him with his grip still firm on you over the denim, you pulled away from him. Wide eyes staring down at him in surprise. Eddie's lips curled into a slight smirk and adjusted his footing on the bed, to push you up against him with his knee as his hands encouraged you to grind against him, his hands pushing you back and forth until you got the memo and began grinding against him. One hand left his shoulder to grip at the headboard behind him, supporting you in grinding against him in a particularly hard stroke as you watched Eddie's mouth fall open and his eyes flutter closed at the sensation. You forced your hips forward again, a long stroke where you could feel your clit hit slightly past the ridge of his head earned a loud groan from Eddie as his head fell back, hair brushing lightly against your hand. 

With each movement of your hips, slowly but each stroke daring longer and longer Eddie groaned beneath you, suddenly you missed the touch of his lips against yours so you bent down slightly to capture his plump flesh in a light bite which turned into a kiss. Eddie grasped desperately at the fat of your ass as he timidly licked into your mouth. The long strokes ran faster as you found your position above him and confidence overthrew your nervousness, you hungrily grinded against his cock, the seam of your shorts perfectly placed against your clit as the first thrust of his hips forced it harder into the delicate nub. 

With that first thrust you couldn't help the loud slightly pornographic moan that fell from your lips, it had Eddie slowing his tackle on your mouth to watch in awe as he thrusted again, swallowing hard at the sound of a second moan. With the release of his lips you closed your eyes, your head rolling over on your shoulders to face the ceiling. Eddie stared at you, his mouth falling open as he watched your face intently. He thrust his hips again, harder this time to hear a now proper loud sultry moan echo in the room. Had you opened your eyes you would have seen the surprise and excitement on is face at your reactions, but you were too focused on revelling at the fact that your clit was being treated with perfect friction with each passing second. 

His hands went back to forcing you back and forth over him, the efforts of his knee, his hands, your hips and his hands moving you back and forth made you move faster and faster against him. Unabashedly your moans picked up to short and high pitched with each force of your hips. Eddie groaned as you purposely pushed your weight down on him and it distracted him from watching you. He went back to falling against the headboard with his eyelids shut but eyes rolling to the back of his skull beneath them. 

His groans of delight turned into deep moans when the pace picked up to impatiently fast, rubbing over his dick as quickly as you could. Not only was he getting some much needed relief but soon he felt the relief turn into active pleasure, his eyes flew open in an instant, fuck if you continued like this he was going to cum in his jeans. Jesus christ he would look so pathetic if he couldn't even hold it when you were simply making out. Was this making out? You weren't even kissing him?-

On the other side of the interaction was you, eyes squeezed tightly shut as your mouth dropped open to an exaggerated ‘o’ simply in the moment and not caring one bit that you might complete, it wasn't even the possibility, you knew that with only another minute you would come. And you chased that while picking the pace up once again averaging four strokes with each second, tits bouncing as you pushed yourself down on him.

-Would you be grossed out if he came? Would it be weird? Fuuuuck he was clenching his stomach now, willing his body to slow down, but he couldn't when you felt so damn good. “Shit” it was the first word you had said since walking into his room, and it snapped him right out of his overthinking “- Eddie, I’m gonna cum” you whined. “Wait really?” hang on, if you were cumming, he could too right? “Yeah” it was an answer to his question but it came out as a long moan as you rocked against him. Well that was all the answer Eddie needed and he relaxed, he was shocked that it was even possible but he forced you to rock faster and faster, now fully accepting the pleasure it was causing him. You moans came out louder and louder, almost like high pitched squeaks with each thrust. 

They grew shorter and louder, building up to the inevitable orgasm you were experiencing, you repeated a string of “fuck, fuck, fuck” until finally Eddie heard one loud scream of a moan as your head became even heavier on your shoulders forcing you to almost fall onto your back before Eddie reached up quickly to hold at your back, one hand tightly wrapped around your waist while one splayed between your shoulderblades. Your hand moved from the headboard to grip at his shoulders as you rocked through your orgasm. Eddie had been so fixed on watching you that he hadn't even realized he too was at the brink of the edge “Mother fu- SHIIIIIT” he groaned as he curled in on himself, his forehead finding support against your cleavage as his body portrayed the action of a dry heave. He felt the thick ropes of cum shoot out of his slit to paint the inside of his boxers and create a sticky mess. 

You were now panting heavily as a hand found its way to slither through his curls and hold you softly against your boobs while Eddie shook beneath you. When you finally came down from your high, only 15 seconds after the fact, you became aware that Eddie was still seemingly cumming. You watched in shock as he groaned beneath you and shook uncontrollably until finally what must have been a whole half minute he stilled and heaved heavily. His heavy breathing forces your hand on his shoulder to follow up and down. 

You giggled at him as Eddie moved from your tits to fall back against his pillows, a light sheen of sweat holding his bangs to his forehead as he panted. “Jesus, is this how you normally are?” you joked “Gonna get me pregnant if you cum that hard, probably break the condom” Eddie's eyes opened to look at you through a frown of confusion “I don't know” you answered sheepishly at your weird joke, but Eddie only burst out into a loud laugh, it was intoxicating and led you to join in as well.

The laughter finally died down “I have actually never cum that hard in my life, so no need to worry” he joked. “I’ve uh never actually uh done this before” he gestured between your bodies “Or anything really” you couldn't help the snort that left your throat, Eddie went back to frowning at you “I’m, I’m sorry” now you couldn't help that the loud obnoxious giggle “no no really I’m sorry” you breathed, why was this even funny you had no idea “I, uh, I kinda figured, you didn't really make a move” you explained. 

Eddie pulled a face “Hey, I didn't make a move because I wanted to be respectful of you” he argued “I didn't know if you were like, ready for stuff like this yet” he explained. “Oh that's so sweet” a squeak bubbled up behind your lips as you fought hard not to laugh again “What is so funny?!” Eddie asked exasperatedly, you instinctively went to cover your mouth as you scrunched your face up “It's not funny I swear” you told him after taking a deep breath. “Well it seems to be for you”, you looked at him with a much needed serious expression “It's not funny, it is really sweet, it’s just that, I dated Steve” Eddie shook his head desperately, while blinking profusely with his eyes closed “Sorry, dated? I thought you said you went out like one time” Eddie stressed the one by holding his finger out. You grabbed it and laced your fingers with his. “I didn’t want to tell you because I knew I’d scare you off, and I really wanted you to ask me out” you gave him an apologetic look “Robin, kinda told me to wait with that whole thing, she said you'd be insecure” 

“Fucking Robin” Eddie scoffed, with a roll of his eyes before he they suddenly zoned in on you again “Wait, so how experienced are you?” he asked. “Well I’m not a virgin” Eddie's face fell at that “But!” you interjected before he could say something “If it helps, I’ve never cum that quickly or hard with Steve, or ever really” at that fact Eddie's face broke into a grin “That does help actually” you smiled at him.

[vintagelacerosette]

Art Tag 🖼🎨💕

I was tagged by these talented magnificent artist thanksss 💕

Molly @deathclassic Julissa @heymrspatel Deanna @deedala Ice @spookygingerr Ling @lingy910y

Have you always been interested in creating art? Yes, I was that kid in high school doodling anime girls throughout class lol

What's your favourite medium to use? I really like digital for the infinite undo button with my perfectionist ass lmao & I'm using Clip Studio. Paper art has been quite therapeutic for me too

Do you create outside of fandom? Yes

Share something you haven't finished and/or never got around to posting

I made a tribute to our Gallacrafts zine, but at the time, the mods had changed, so I was gonna create a companion piece. I didn't get around to it & then the mods had changed again 😅

Some OG crafting overlords Rhys @smokey-mickey Leah @whatwouldmickeydo Donna @sleepyfacetoughguy

I also have gallacrafts I haven't completed for really old themes, but I do still wanna post lol

Favourite piece you've made? Toss up between my gallacrafts Pride 2 piece (see piece that has most notes question) or my 2024 gallavich valentines/my icon

Draw your icon in a minute or less

You get the gist lmao

An underrated piece you've made in your opinion

A little bit to thus This collection of missing posters with the mixed media.

Do you do art in a professional setting? No, but I wanted to. I studied Visual Arts with a major in screen arts in university tho. Uni wasn't what I wanted my plan was to do animation, but, plans fell through

A piece you don't like but did really well on social media

This. The portions are wack basic background, Ian's face feels off & I rushed this

Post an old piece and compare it to your most recent, what are the similarites?

Wow pretty good that I get to compare these two lol. Still got the star motif & the way I'm drawing bodies is has improved yay! Look at that looooong squiggly pointing arm

Have you ever collaborated with another artist/s? Yes, with the lovely & super talented Ling @lingy910y I couldn't have as for a better first time collab partner 🫶🏼 Would love to collab more 🥰

What piece has the most notes? Are you surprised?

This one has the most notes for hand drawn art & the other is my most notes for art/crafts in general. I'm pretty proud these are top dogs & pleasantly surprised with the Deleted scenes one 😄

Who/What is your favourite subject matter? Our boys but also when I'm acrylic painting I'm loving painting clouds & sunset/sunrise skies hues

Show us something not from fandom you've made

I've been experimenting with acrylic paints after getting inspired by a sparkling water painting I saw on tumblr & here are some cute cows I drew for Leah

Where do you like to create? There's a table in the lounge room that's very spacious, has good light & a cart with a stash of my art supplies. But I wanna migrate back to my room bc I got a new big desk there to keep my mess away lol

Do you have a tag that you use to group your creations? Tell us so people can follow it. It's under Myn's art

Give yourself a shoutout, where can we commission/buy/follow you for more pieces? I don't sell my art or do commissions, but I kinda have some drawings I do love & toy with the idea of making postcards or have it on a mug

I'll tag sensational & inspiring artist if they wanna play 💖

@suzy-queued @tsuga-of-mars @samantitheos @burninface @darthvaders-wife @psychicskulldamage @michellemisfit @sgtmickeyslaughter @mickittotheman @y0itsbri @friend-bear @matt404b @takeyourpillsbitchh @michellemisfit @mikhailoisbaby @mikcrymilkovich

[the-one-who-lambs]

About me!!

I'm Hannah (she/they). This is my Cult of the Lamb side blog; I follow back from my main @onethirdofimpossible and I also go by that username on AO3. I'm in my mid twenties and I'm from the US. If you're here, it's probably because you've read my fics, but I've written many fanfics for Cult of the Lamb. My works are typically focused on narilamb or the Bishop family, but I go all over the place: whether you like to read multichaps or oneshots, rated G or E, shippy or not, angst or fluff... there's probably something I've written that you'll enjoy! I'm best known as the author of The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God (the old version that I wrote back in 2022, and the new-and-improved "director's cut" version that is my current wip!) and The Care and Keeping of Baby Eldritch Gods.

A few other hobbies I have besides writing are cooking/baking, making plushies, digital art, and playing flute!

Despite being able to write pretty consistently, I'm a Ph.D. student in environmental science. If I haven't posted a fic update in a while, I'm probably preparing for a conference or getting into a fistfight with hydrostatic equilibrium or something.

Links

All my written works on AO3

Twitch, a recent endeavor of mine where I stream games and occasional art/writing!!

Fic playlist for The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God, with all songs in chronological order of what they refer to in the fic c:

I have a ko-fi but paypal is giving me shit so if you REALLY wanna b nice I have a Throne. I don't expect anything ever but if u get me something I'd die for you. and write more stuff while happier.

FAQ below the cut!

How long have you been writing?

I've been writing fanfiction since I was in sixth grade! I wrote what was basically a self-insert pokemon soulsilver fanfic, entirely by hand. It took up four full composition notebooks and then some. However, I've only been posting my writing publicly since 2016. Even after that, I had a nasty habit of making a sideblog for any fandoms I got really into, then deleting my blog and sometimes orphaning my works when I lost interest. I've since learned my lesson, though!

How long have you been drawing?

Ha, uh. I got a digital drawing tablet in May 2023, and started really drawing as a hobby for about... three months, and then the school year started again. Between then and June 2024 I drew like one or two things. So I've actually been practicing for only a few months. Constructive criticism on my art is welcome, especially as I learn!

May I send a fic/art request?

If my bio says they're open, you may, I think they're really fun! Depending on what does or doesn't inspire me, I won't take every single request, but I love requests because they give me excuses to try new things.

Do you write smut?

I've written a couple E-rated fics! My alternate pseud for fics of that caliber is remainderofreality. I don't write it very often, though.

What made you decide to start writing? What makes you decide to keep writing?

1. I had a creative bug I couldn't not itch. 2. Having creative hobbies and sticking to them has dramatically improved my life. I'm happier, I have so many friends it's connected me with, I get to see other people be inspired by things I make (?!), it keeps my mind active and playful, etc etc.

Do you have any suggestions for people looking to start writing?

Before you start worrying about the quality of your writing, the most important advice I can give you is to keep writing and have fun with it. Don't be afraid of being "cringe" or not getting the engagement numbers you're hoping for (in fact, it's better to not have any expectations about that at all!). Not everything you write is going to cater to everyone, and that's okay! But writing (especially fanfiction) is first and foremost for fun and even though it's difficult and you will struggle, it should be rewarding and fun. I've answered a few asks about writing advice and I can't find them all but here are the ones I can: 1 2 3 4

When do you expect to update your fic next?

Lmao god if I know but I'm working on my wips nearly every single day so I promise I haven't forgotten it. I'm a busy person! I'm a PhD student, teaching assistant, research assistant, and executive dysfunction haver.

Do you take commissions?

I don't, and I have no plans to as of now. I'm actually personally against writing fanfic for pay (copyright and ethical reasons), but for art I'm simply not experienced enough yet to be comfortable with that. However, I have TONS of friends who do take commissions so if you're looking for someone I can give you recs

May I draw fanart for you based on your fics?

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME I EXPLODE WITH JOY if you do please share it with me please please please. I will also likely ask for your permission to print it out and frame it (not a hyperbole, btw).

[feiandart]

Posting 'em here again just to boost a bit my motivation today. I made 'em back in december, one of the first drawing I have ever made for myself only.

Will talk 'bout myself and my past from here, can skip it if you don't want my oversharing shit.

So. I used to work as a commission artist for years (5-6 if I'm not wrong), drew bit of anything you could think of and mainly sticked to NSFW art for most of my, uh, let me call that "carreer" even if it's probably the wrong term to use for it. Well, it paid my bills and rent for years, so we may stick to it anyway.

Thing is, I stopped drawing when I was eighteen. People, family first, always told me talent in art was all, practice would never have made it better and I should have kept it as a hobby rather than something to do as a job. Apart from my closest friends, no one encouraged me to practice and study and put real effort on it. I went to an art-based highschool (only because I couldn't focus on studying any subject, and art school is considered one in which you don't actually study at all here, so my parents thought it better to put me there as I wanted "so you can still graduate"), but I couldn't go ahead with art studies in professional comic schools, academies or any artistic department in university. No support on that front. Something like "be Caravaggio or be nobody" mindset was stuck into my head and I started actually believing that it was true. And since I was, and am not, Caravaggio, then what was the point? So I dropped the pencil and just forgot how to draw a fuckin' line for literal years.

Then I turned 22. I moved to another city for my studies. After completing 'em, my parents said me to come back home and I said no. They stopped paying anything for me since that moment, so I had to make things works on my own. Hopefully my rent was really low, so I could afford it with minimum effort, but had to buy groceries with coupons (not a common thing in Italy) and eat a lot less to make 'em last as much as possible. I found a job in a call-center, I cleaned houses and handed flyiers to people. And that's when I found out I cannot really be in social context for too long.

In the end I burned out, left all jobs and was stuck in bed for a month. I was barely 24, without a job, holding tight the little bit of freedom I ever got. I felt helpless and hopeless. I don't remember if my bestfriend or my housemate, but one of 'em said me to come back at drawing and givin' it a shot. What harm could that do afterall, could have been pocket money for a bit if it couldn't stick to something better.

I started from pencil. Then went to digital in a couple months. I practiced, started quite immediately taking commissions and honest to God I don't have the slightest clue of how someone whould spend money on some shit I drew without basic anathomy knowledge and after that much time without drawing. Still have no idea. So I drew. I made some quick animations, never did much there thought. Grew a little fanbase, went on with it for years. I even moved with my bestfriend, living with her alone for two years, got a cat I love that it's my actually support companion right now.

I felt happy for a bit, I believe. Imposter syndrome is always watching me afterall, that never stopped. It's just like there's another person in the room with me all day, whispering me I should do more 'cause I don't deserve any attention. Ugh.

However. I went on with that until 2023. I had to come back to my parent's house in 2022 and got stuck in here since then. Nightmare years. Still a nightmare period, but I'm managing. Thing is, past year I burned out so much I completed all my left commissions in a rush and actually dropped my tablet for months. I used it as a third screen, took away the pen and the glove and swore I would never ever be back at drawing again. Will not go into details of what triggered that burnout, but you got the point, I didn't want to draw again in my life at that time.

This is pretty much when Good Omens entered the room. It was late September, I saw a lot of videos on tiktok and since I watched S1 years ago, I decided to give it a shot to S2 too. It was an istant hyperfocus. Watched all over for weeks, both in italian, in english, in english with italian subs and english with english subs. Never done anything like that in my life before. By the end of October I came back at writing. So I started to arrange things for Up&Down, my first fic after uhm, like 15 years or so. And it felt so good! I went through 42 days of deep writing, posting a chapter a day just for myself. 'cause I wanted to write something I liked for the sole purpose of liking it. And it felt so liberating!

Then I thought: will this apply to drawing too, maybe?

Answer is YES. It did. I was inspired from the fandom, from MrGhostRat's art and Gleafer's, and started drawing again. I dug into english fanfictions, fandom artists I love, and the list just gets longer day by day. I started writing Sugar, and with it I started drawing illustrations for it.

I went from the image to the left to the one to the right in two months. Guys, I'll repeat it: TWO MONTHS. I never had such a quick improvement in years, practicing every fuckin' day, drawing my hands out of my bloody body. I drew for 5-6 years and never got to improve this much. I did now. And you know why?

'cause I started drawing for myself. I'm doing something I love. And I'm getting better at it.

And you know what? I'm quite angry now. 'cause if I didn't stop years ago, who knows where I could have been now. If I didn't listen to people saying me "be Caravaggio or be nobody", I could have done so much more by now. Maybe I could have been able to draw fuckin' furnitures by now. Maybe I would have started being able to draw the same face two times in a row years ago insted of now.

Maybe I could have been the comic artist I wanted to be. Maybe not the best in the world, but I don't fuckin' care of being the best one, I want to be one I'm proud of. I didn't get the chance 'cause out there is full of people without a dream who's only purpose in life is destroying other people hopes.

And you know what? I'm done with that. I'm done with people saying me I'm not a gifted child. I'm done with people coming at me saying I cannot do shit I love 'cause they have reason to make me do something different. People thinks to know what's good for me but I'm fuckin' 30 and I think I know it pretty well already, thank you very much.

I'm managing how to get hold of my choices and things I love now that I'm an adult, but dear Lord I keep on thinking of my young self and I want to hug that poor thing so much I can't explain. I'd love to say her everything's going to be hard, but good in some way. That things are difficult, but they will change. That people are shit, but she should be strong and fight back. 'cause I did it too late and I regret now, but she deserved better.

You deserves better. And I'm talking to anyone who's reading this. I don't know if you went all the way 'til here, but if you did: don't make my same mistakes. You know better than me. Don't let people spoil the things you love, don't give 'em power to destroy your will and put you in a closet for the time being. You don't deserve that.

Don't miss your chance 'cause people doesn't want to see you happy to be yourself. Don't do that. They don't deserve that power over you.

Love yourself more than I loved myself. I'm starting just now and it's hell. You can do better, I promise.

[tired-o-fighter]

Today TMNT 2003 turned 20 years old

I wasn't exactly around the day it aired and can't exactly talk about how it's been so long since then

But i want to use this awesome day to talk about my experience with 03 and how important it was in my journey

So back when i was around 5-6 , there was this new TV network that only played cartoon DUBBED IN MY LANGUAGE which was something every kid was so excited about becouse we could "turn on the tv and there'd always be a cartoon that we actually understood"

And every Tuesday night at 8:30 pm we'd watch the ninja turtles. And that was without a doubt the most popular cartoon for every kid around my age

My and two distant relatives fell in love with the show and it became our entire life.

Me and the girl chose a turtle to "marry" and we made the boy a girl turtle to "marry" and we kept playing pretend

Oh i was married to leo

We still have recordings of 6 year olds filming what we've learned to be a western style wedding through TV.

And Sometimes me and the boy played together we'd BE the turtles

Again i was always Leo

And as time passed i never stopped loving the show. After a while it was "too childish" and"too dumb" to love the show so I decided to hide my love for it but there were still slip ups when i got too excited and started to infodump about it.

Eventually i just stopped caring when i realized tmnt 03 is the reason i loved animation and story telling and why i wanted to make shows in the future

And embracing my love for the show and comfortably doodling them without fearing people seeing it. Liking fanarts and Reading fanfics led me to find the most incredible tmnt family i could have ever dreamed.

Thank you tmnt 03 for always being my comfort when i needed it I can't believe I've loved this show for so long and that i still watch my favorite childhood show. Little me would have been so proud knowing that

Anyways this was a little doodle i drew like a month ago but school literally fucked with my plans and my actual drawing is still a wip so i just turned this digital

Here's a tiny sneak peek at it (already finished don but I'll share it as a complete piece)

I'll work on it IF this stupid school lets me get my diploma

[theonethatyaks93]

Sketch Showcase Time!!!

Sooooooooo, these are days two and three of my "Learning How-To Draw Pinky and Brain Phase." And, y'all, I think I found my groove! This is attempt 2 of drawing Pinky:

Already, I'm very pleased with this. I mean, this was my attempt to re-create Pinky's design by @goosieboosie. I'm not a digital artist, so I couldn't capture all the majesty of this design perfectly, but I did a decent job. This style allows me to draw Pinky's face a lot easier, and I can get more creative with facial features. I was really happy when I finished this, I kinda freaked out because, he looks great!! I even drew my gender/sexuality headcanons for Pinky beside him, as well as his signature because, why not? I tried to re-draw this picture a few hours later and I made a new discovery:

Sorry for the blurry pic! But yeah, I think I invented my own unique style!! This is the first version of this; there a few changes from my first re-draw. The main changes are Pinky's eyes being rounder, and his ears a little bit larger. I think the base shape of his head is also a little different. I think he looks so derpy!! I was instantly in LOVE with this updated design, so I decided to draw it again and:

The design is a little different again! And also, my first expression!!!! (Ignore the weird as hell erased Pinky head you see; it was a massive failure and I couldn't erase it all :( ) I really think the Pinky on the left turned out better than I thought!! I love his cute little face and his extra floofy head. The second pic is another kind of model pic, but I added a little tongue because it looked cute. I also added the mind bubble and the little blurb just for added effect. I think he looks cute, what do you guys think?

On day three/attempt 3, I actually doodled a Pinky without looking at a reference in one of my books because I was in school. Here's how it turned out:

I LOVE IT!!!! I was so shocked when I finished with this because I think Pinky looks amazing!! It's not perfect, but when compared to day one, it's like night and day. This is my favorite Pinky I've done so far, and it only took my like 25 minutes; what an improvement when compared to over an hour just for one drawing lol! I've made some small changes here, and I will continue to make changes for the time being. I'm still finalizing my style.

Later on, I did something I'm very proud of:

My first full-body Pinky!! I drew the body first and then added a head in later. I also marked certain areas that I might improve upon later, and little personal touches that I added for fun. Yeah, I think his head is a little too tall, but I'll fix that. I implemented some unique elements such as his muzzle area being based on the OG show, the tufts of fur on his head being longer, the chest fur, his feet being stuffed-animal like, his short legs (which will probably be longer in the future), and his tail being from the reboot. I am currently working on hands; they're just not ready yet. I'm very excited to see my own personal style being formed. I like all the touches I added and I'm excited to maybe work on some screenshot re-draws and other things like that.

Here are some hand sketches. Hand are EXTREMELY HARD for me so I'm trying to get an idea of what I want to do. I was either thinking of the one on the left (larger fingers, rounder shapes) or the one on the right (more angular, slimmer fingers). Idk, which hand style do yo guys think would work better?

I'm very proud of the progression I made on these designs. I'm currently planning on drawing Brain very soon and I will be doing screenshot re-draws, experimenting with changes to eye shape, and more expressions. I'm also writing still (new fic currently a wip), and I'm very excited to be contributing more to the fandom!! Let me know where I can improve and some tips on how to draw their hands. Also, special thanks to @cosmicangel139 for the drawing tips for Brain!! You are amazing and I will definitely keep those tips in mind!!!!

[promptcorner]

I need to talk about this cat:

Here’s why:

It’s a dumb reason, but it’s still a reason. So, don’t attack anyone or assume anything. This is just a rant.

Way back in 2015, my dad was writing a new song for this challenge he set for himself. I don’t remember the specifics, but he was surfing the web and found the Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitty Meme. However, at the time, it wasn’t called Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitty. It was mostly called Butterfly Rainbow Unicorn Cat.

I think most people know the image I’m referring to. I can’t find the original post.

The name was mostly undecided, so Dad went with Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitty because it rolled off the tongue.

He made a song that revolved around the meme and commissioned me to make an album cover. You all probably know where this is going.

I was, I think twelve when I made the cover. I was new to drawing digitally and was trying some things out.

If anyone is curious or wants to listen to my dad’s song, here’s the link:

The song discusses international issues, internet stuff, and life’s hardship but shifts focus to the Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitty. Because, “Nothing could be wrong cus it looks so pretty!”✨🦋🎶

But yeah, I drew that cover. The name Bellapink5 was an old internet name I used before changing it to Bellapinkpen.

Anyways, cut to high school a few years later in 2019 and my dad tells me that some of his students at school (he’s a music teacher) told him that someone at Nick copied this song’s album cover.

Of course he goes, “What the H?” And looks it up. Low and behold he finds RBUK and tells me about it at dinner that night. We both thought, “What the H?” Because Felicity looks almost identical to the original meme and my drawing, the theme song is super close to Dad’s song too. It’s not by much, but it’s hard to deny someone at Nick didn’t see or hear any of these things and mishmashd them together. Because that original photoshopped cat, album art, and Dad’s song were the only threads that stuck out the most when searching Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitty.

It’s actually very obvious when looking at these pictures close together. When you search Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitty, this is what you get:

I told a few friends and my grandparents about this, because I was a bit upset that a big company decided to use something that the internet made, something that I was involved in, but didn’t do anything with it!

I completely forgot about it after ranting for a bit. The show got cancelled and things moved on. But the memory came back and I decided to look some episodes up, to see if they really copied the album.

I watched Alpha Jay’s video essay on the matter, saying it kinda copied Unikitty. I do think Unikitty had a part to play. Because it’s existence definitely was a push for the show to be made in the first place. But I don’t think the art came from that show.

Then I stumbled onto Vailsklbum’s video and he literally shows Dad’s album in his video as a possible source of inspiration for this show along with the meme. My mouth literally dropped.

I know this show is like, four years old. But I need to rant again.

I’ll break down what both Jay’s video and Vail’s video pointed out that everyone in my family and friends noticed when looking at Felicity’s design…

I’ll do so in a reblog.

[minkschasijasi]

Art Ask Game:

20. a piece from this year that you're really proud of

AIYA SORRY I MISSED THIS ASK @shoe-def1sh

Made Jun 4th , this year !! It’s been my pfp for some of my accs for a while before i swapped to something else. I might swap it back ,, but idrk i can consider it later.

A bit more info under cut :)) and a lil pic too for treats <3

I first drew this on my school notebook (near the end of the year so it wasn’t really needed) ,, but I really liked the composition of it all. And so i made it digitally during an art-creating rush. Here it is :]]

(I do not have much things to use to color so usually my traditional drawings are just graphite) you miiiiiight notice how his eyes are open rather than half-lidded in the traditional ,, and yeah , that’s the og expression ,, but during digital ,, i found i liked the smugger look for Leon. I do have the other version with open eyes in digital ,, but i figure that planting a third pic in here would’ve been a bit lmao. I can always reblog with the image if demands ,, but yeye.

[braisedhoney]

Hello, I really like your art and I was just wondering: are you self taught, or did you take classes/go to art school? If you are self taught, what resources/strategies do you recommend to improve and is there any “art wisdom” you would like to share?

oh, thank you very much! that’s very kind. I’m flattered, but yeah i’m basically entirely self taught (which is why my style can be a bit inconsistent at times lol).

i don’t think i’m particularly in a place with my work where i can dictate how other people should go about refining their skills—aside from it being a very varied process that depends on your personal taste and style, no two people will ever really draw the same way. but, if you’re aiming for something you see in mine, here’s what i recommend/what i enjoy about art below the cut!

i watch a lot of art videos! not necessarily tutorials, but things like draw with mes or animatics or process videos. i think you can find a lot of inspiration watching other people work. also, sometimes being self indulgent can be really helpful: what do you personally want to draw? once you identify what inspires you it’s a lot easier to motivate yourself to actually draw it.

i know people say it a lot, but it’s okay to make bad art, or art you aren’t proud of, or art that’s messy or unfinished or self indulgent. if drawing yourself holding hands with your favorite fictional character does that for you, great! if you really really want to learn to draw dragons, go for it! and you don’t have to post anything if you don’t want to. art should, first and foremost, be made for you.

some of my favorite pieces and concepts came from me just drawing something for the sake of it, or because i enjoy the trope. also, especially when it comes to digital art, don’t forget you can ALWAYS scrap something and start over. drew a pose you aren’t totally sold on? hide the layer and draw it again from another angle! even if you don’t like the new one more, it might help your perspective.

something i want to do personally more often is studies. lighting, painting, etc. i like painting things and figuring out how they’d work, even if i’m not a personal fan of realism.

also, yes. gesture drawing and practice is fantastic and i should really do it more ;; it shouldn’t be all you do if you don’t enjoy it, but it can genuinely be really helpful now and then.

[citrusjuice24]

SourKids Challenge

The SourKids challenge is a Sims 4 legacy challenge. It is based on citrus fruits. Similar to the Not So Berry and the Sims In Bloom challenge, you will live out at least 10 generations to their fullest, but you can make alterations to the rules to fit your comfort.

Just like the two challenges listed above, you will have specific colors for each gen, but the colors are all more closely knit with a few repetitions, and some may not make sense as I did not want to repeat color combinations. This is because citrus fruits have similar colors. Also, yes there is such a thing as a purple lime. Another thing to note is the body shape for the sims, these are to be based off of the fruit that each gen is based on. This has nothing to do with anything personal or political, as pomelos are a pretty big fruit & I as the creator of the challenge see it as including multiple body types to represent different people. 

Here are some rule & recommendations -

Play with normal life span

Rags to riches or start with a small house (bed, bath, and kitchen) and 2000 simoleons

Cheats only when truly needed. I.E. freerealestate

Complete both Career & aspiration

Body shape is optional, as the original intent is for each heir to be female. 

Colors can be for clothes, building, and anything else, if you want, but you don’t need to.

Packs for the Challenge - 

City living

Strangerville

Discover University

For rent

High School years

Eco living

Seasons

Snowy escape

Cats & dogs

Horse ranch

Cottage living 

Get together

Hashtags for the challenge -

#Sourkids

#Sourkidslegacy

#Sourkidschallenge

#Sourkidslegacychallenge

Gen 1- Pomelo - Green & Bright yellow

When you were younger you always saw your parents in the garden. Be it picking fruits and veg for meals or planting flowers for sweet scents. They were always there. As you grew older, you realize you don’t condone animal violence and just started to not eat meat, and the selection of food at the store for other items weren’t as good as they once were. So, you decide to grow your own food after leaving home to live in a new place.

Career - Gardener

Aspiration - Bodybuilder

Traits - Recycle Disciple, Self-Assured, Vegetarian

# of Children - At Least 2

Body shape - On the heavier side when making in CAS, but should be muscular when aspiration is complete and the turn of generations come.

Gen 2- Grapefruit - Yellow & Pink

Growing up outside all the time bothered you a lot. To the point you started to write about your life and about how you wished it was not the way it was. The only thing you would not change about it though was the fresh taste of the home grown crops.  

Career - Social Media

Aspiration - Best Selling Author

Traits - Creative, Foodie, Proper

# of Children - At least 3

Body shape - Thick, with like 3 c’s, and curvy

Gen 3- Blood Orange - Orange & Red

You enjoyed reading your parents books and the food they made. Those things sparked your interest, and your imagination just started to flow as you drew picture after picture for your parents fridge. 

Career - Artist

Aspiration - Master Mixologist

Traits - Outgoing, Creative, Bookworm

# of Children - At least 1

Body shape - Thick, with 1 c, and a bit less curvy than gen 2

Gen 4- Lemon - Yellow & White

Your parents always told you to do something you would enjoy in life. You always took interest in the high sale value of brewery items and interactions of live content within the safety of your home. So, you made your enjoyments of fantasy into reality.

Career - Video Game Streamer

Aspiration - Expert Nectar Maker

Traits - Maker, Ambitious, Materialistic

# of Children - At least 4

Body shape - Skinny and curvy

Gen 5 - Orange - Orange & Yellow

Your grandparent was one of your most favorite people in the whole world. Your most favorite aspect of them was their art. So, you decide to follow in their footsteps of art, but a bit differently.

Career - Digital Freelancer

Aspiration - Painter

Traits - Romantic, Music lover, Socially awkward

# of Children - At least 2

Body shape - Similar shape to gen 3

Gen 6- Lime - Green & Purple

With your parent constantly working into the night on their art, you were always stuck fixing what was broken. When you weren’t fixing things, you would enjoy watching and reading about animals. You also once heard one of your great grandparents worked hard to make their own food.

Career -Handy person

Aspiration - Country Caretaker

Traits - Dog lover, Rancher, Clumsy

# of Children - At least 3

Body shape - Bit smaller than gen 4

Gen 7 - Yuzu - Yellow & Red

Your parent always work long hours for little pay, so you decided to go to school for a career that made a decent wage so you could take care of your parents when they retired. And during your youth you read plenty of fantasy books full of romance. You could never decide between the two male/female leads.

Career - Law

Aspiration - Serial romantic

Traits - Goofball, neat, jealous

# of Children - At least 3

Body shape - Thin & fit

Gen 8 - Kumquat - Orange & Green

Not wanting to follow in the footsteps of an unserious parent, you choose to go the more strict route in life. But you also know how to have fun and conflict in your life.

Career - Military

Aspiration - Leader of the pack

Traits - Dance Machine, Socially awkward, Cheerful

# of Children - At least 2

Body shape - Slim

Gen 9 - Bergamot/mont - Green & White

The rigorous training in your youth leads you to always want to be on top. It was not as bad as you always thought, but you decide to look at things a bit more than just “take 10 laps around the house”.

Career - Athlete

Aspiration - Championship Rider

Traits - Cat lover, Overachiever, Art lover

# of Children - At least 4

Body shape - Curvy & slim

Gen 10- Clementine - Orange & Purple

You enjoyed your childhood. The outings into nature specifically. To the point you dreamed of having nature within your career when you got older. And one where you could help as many people as you could to better not just them but also the land around you.

Career - Civil Designer

Aspiration - Eco Innovator

Traits - Loves outdoors, Green fiend, Family-oriented 

# of Children - At least 3

Body shape - Curvy & fit

EA ID - Citrus_juice24 - Has been play tested.

If there are any problems please message me.

[xandriagreat]

Fate Be Changed

Chapter 2: Different Journeys On The Same Path

First chapter | Last chapter | Next chapter

Author’s note: Again, just to let you all know, the story takes place in the early 2000s. So it’s different from now (2024). Also this chapter will be in different POVs (mostly Diane’s), but the next chapter will be in Herbert's, Moe's and Webs’ POVs

Notice/warnings: food/eating, sleepy, passing out, running away

▪▪▪

17 Years later

2000, June 10th.

A now 23 year old Diane was now a college student, Senior year living alone in an apartment that she had paid herself for the last three years.

She just got back from night job and cram night school. She began taking off her shoes and getting undressed, getting cleaned up, got into her pajamas and checked her apron and purse to see how much money she had and went into her room, going to her savings drawer where she separated her savings. One for rent and food. The other is her chance to get into her Future undergraduate school; Howard University for political science, with her submission for acceptance already prepared in place and ready.

“Tips were hard but every penny counts.” she reminded herself. Then she looked at the calendar and saw that graduation was in a week. ‘And one more week until graduation.’ Diane thought after looking at the calendar. She got a pen and drew a little picture of a graduation cap and a pin on the graduation date.

But then she'd look at the portrait of inspiration she made herself, with her parents and family.

Including one of them, hope the photos of her grandparents and great-grandma that was given to her years ago

"Don't worry guys." she said, did give a kiss with her finger on each of the portraits "I will make you all proud."

Then Diane slowly walked over to her bed and plopped onto the bed with a lot of books of her studies scattered around it, giving herself a quick snooze.

Then her digital alarm went off.

Diane groaned loudly as she woke up and then she used her foot to turn off her alarm.

Diane slowly got up, yawning loudly as she stretched. She looked at the calendar, saw it was a weekend. So, no school for her today and just a full day of work.

Then she got her pajamas off, only her undergarments on as she looked at her closet.

"Good night, Planned Parenthood receptionist. Good morning, waitress at Coles." Daine said as she opened her closet.

She found her uniform for her day restaurant and put it on.

She began getting some toast, a banana, and an already made milk coffee container to go for breakfast before rushing her way to the bus stop where was heading to work.

She looked around the city of Los Angeles through her window while waiting for her stop. She began listening to some music from her walkman and read a magazine, normally glancing up to see her stop.

The city has changed a lot. 

Some buildings got bigger, some places were taken down to build new ones, but it was the same LA to her.

A man tried to talk to her before the bus got to her stop. She began getting off before he could ask.

Diane rushed over to Coles and started to work. 

She was one of the best hard workers, trying to give out as much as she can despite having a not-so-great chef as a boss.

◇■

Near the city's market, there was a person walking by a stand of Mr. Marmalade, a short man with well kept hair and fine clothing.

“Ah, hello.” Marmalade calling out to the person, smiling.

“Oh, hey.” The person said, looking at him.

 Marmalade offered a seat in front of the stand and the person sitting down.

"I see that you need some guidance." Marmalade said in a kind look and sweet voice.

The person was surprised by that and said, “Well yeah, I'm new to the area. I came from Idaho and I'm not used to the climate here or know anyone there… I really want to meet people but… I’m nervous.”

Marmalade hummed softly and nodded. “I have something for that.” he said, getting out of his seat and getting something out of a box.

Marmalade took a potion from the box and set it on the table. “This will help you.”

He gave it to the person and the person drank it after giving him a few dollars. The person thanked him before leaving.

Marmalade smiled sinfully as he hid to see the results while his stand faded away when no one was looking.

The person's memories started changing when the person came by.

Then some dust on another person's memory as well when the person walks by them. 

Before the two people walked farther, they collapsed onto the ground, causing a panic.

‘It worked.' Marmalade thought as he exited the market, putting the money in his pocket when he saw them both collapsed.

Marmalade noticed Ruby, who was now grown up, getting out of a shop with a new paper in her hands as she went to a bench, waiting for her ride, which was Pam.

Marmalade walked over to her. “Excuse me, young lady.” he called out, getting her attention.

"Hey, I'm just waiting for a friend to pick me up." Ruby said, looking at him.

Marmalade hummed and nodded. “I see but I noticed that you have a newspaper. I was wondering if I could see the headline, if you don’t mind.” he said, pointing at the newspaper.

Ruby nodded and handed him the newspaper. “The headline is interesting.” the young woman said as Marmalade took it.

'The rich son of Vinnie Wolf missing'

Vincent Wolf, the owner of the well known Vinnie Motor shop, reported that his son, Mason ‘Moe’ Wolf, is missing. 

Police are already looking for the young man and Vincent is offering $1000 for whoever finds him.

Vincent’s whereabouts of his son is still a mystery and Mason has been gone for a month after the engagement announcement and introduction of the debutante daughter of the oil tycoon, Mary O’Cross.

As of this moment, there's no signs of Mason yet.

“That is interesting.” Marmalade hummed and handed the paper back to Ruby.

The young woman nodded and took the paper back from the short man.

Then there was now a honk from a car driving up to the curb, it was Pam.

“Nice talking with you.” Ruby said, getting up and going over to the car to get in when the car stopped.

Marmalade nodded as he went to an alleyway and then his shadow appeared on the wall when he was out of sight.

Taking the money out and checking it, Marmalade couldn’t help but think about the newspaper.

“We should let the others know that we might get a new soul soon. Maybe two or more, if we’re lucky.” Marmalade said to his shadow, a dark smile on his face.

◇

Around downtown, at the train station, a young man with tan skin just got off a train with another man and a woman, and all of them were in jackets.

The young man had just put on sunglasses and the other man noticed.

“Moe, it’s ok. You don’t need to wear them.” the other man said, about to get the sunglasses off of Moe.

Moe put a hand over the hand and said, “You don’t know if it got to the news, Herbert. If they see us, they'll report us!”

"Well we might need to wear something in order to blend in before we meet up with a couple of my friends from here, just in case" the woman said, looking at both of them.

The two men nodded.

Luckily they packed their bags before leaving.

Of course they noticed some people walking out of the station.

"We should get into the crowd." The woman said, pointing at the crowd. “Also, we need change.”

"Good idea, Webs." Moe said, getting out a disguise that he packed just in case. 

He went to the restroom to change with Herbert.

Moe got changed into a white dress shirt, matching white suit jacket and pants, bucking his belt, and put on his new gray socks and brown dress shoes for the thrift shop from 

Herbert got on a Hawaii shirt, tan khaki pants, and a bucket hat.

They meet up Webs after changing.

Webs got a black hoodie from her backpack and she put it on with the hood up.

They all got some sunglasses to hide in the crowd as the three left the train station with their bags, unaware not that someone was following them.

◇

Pam and Ruby picked up Emily Lou at the Hogwild penthouse.

Emily Lou came out and walked over to them.

“Hey, Emily!” they both said, waving at Emily Lou.

“Hey Pam! Hey Ruby!” Emily Lou said, waving back as she got to the car and got inside.

They began talking about the news of the newspaper as they went to Cole’s.

◇

Diane went outside to give some orders and get some dirty dishes when a woman bumped into her.

“Oh! I am so sorry!” the woman said in worry. 

"No, no, it's fine." Diane reassured the woman, looking at her.

Diane didn’t know what she was feeling but it was different.

They began touching hands for a moment as they looked at each other.

“Um… Webs?” a man called out to the woman. 

That made both women jump and they step away from each other.

Diane looked to see two men, who might be the woman’s friends. One of the men was holding a fast food bag while the other had a duffle bag.

Diane got herself back on track by shaking her head, rolling her eyes and she went back inside as the woman went walking with the two men.

Diane began doing more work and getting more orders.

"Order up!" one of the chefs called out as Diane got the plates.

"- Another coffee here!" a patertin ordered as Diane walked by.

“Coming right up.” she told the patertin as she continued to go to the kitchen to put the dishes in the tub and get the next meal.

As Diane walks and gives out the meals and refills the cup of coffee for the patertin, she notices her two friends came in.

"Hey, Diane!" Called Joy, a tan-skinned goth with a black t-shirt and black ripped jeans, black hair with purple highlights on her short hair. With Joy was Rhonda, a short woman with blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail, black t-shirt with a white smiley face on it.

"Hey, Joy! Hey Rhodona!" Diane said, waving at them.

The two went to a table as Diane went to them.

"How's work going?" Joy asked as Diane got to them.

“It’s good.” Diane answered, smiling.

“That’s good.” Joy hummed softly, nodding a bit.

"Hey, we wanted to ask you something. It's going to be one week until graduation. We were thinking of a trip to Las Vegas, you know, to end our college era. You want to come?" Rhonda asked, knowing sometimes to be the quiet type.

"Come on, Diane. You could use a little hard. You deserve a break every once in a while like the last couple years." Joy added with a chuckle.

Diane sighed softly as she did her work. "I would love to, but no thanks. Besides I’m gonna…” Diane said but stopped when she noticed a messy kid. “You need a napkin, sweetheart?” she asked as she handed a napkin to the kid before she continued explaining as she served. “I’m gonna work a double shift tonight…” Then she saw a woman with her third Bloody Mary coffee. “Here you are, That's enough Bloody Mary for you and here's your Belgian Waffles."

Then Diane went to her friends. “You know, so I…” Diane started as she went back to the two young women.

"‘So, you can save for your Future political career.’ I know, I know.” Joy interrupted, sighing. “Girl! All you ever do is work and study to the extreme like that Alexander Hamilton guy!"

Rhonda punches Joy in the shoulder, making the goth exclaim in pain, while Diane frowns sadly at them.

"Order up!" one of the chefs shouted.

"Maybe next time." Diane said to her two friends, a sad smile on her face.

“Ok.” Rhonda said, nodding as Diane left their table to get other orders and dishes.

Diane went to the kitchen area, gave out the orders that she wrote down to the chefs, and then started to get some food for the waiting customers.

“Were you talking about your dream issues again?” one of the chefs asked as Diane filled up a cup of coffee.

"Yeah, where I get a chance to study how to be a good politician in DC." Diane said, looking at the chef with a deadpan look and noticing that the eggs were burning. "Also, Arron, your eggs are burning.”

Chef Arron started to laugh as he took care of the eggs and flipped them to cook evenly. “You are NEVER gonna get enough for that big opportunity.” 

“I’m getting close.” Diane said, getting the meals on her serving tray.

“Yeah? How close?” Aaron asked, a smug look on his face.

Diane, not wanting to tell him, gave him a glare and asked with sass, “Where are my pancakes?”

Arron laughed more as he gave her the plate of pancakes. “Your chances of getting that place is as if pigs could fly!” he laughed as Diane rolled her eyes and went to serve the meals.

◇

Ruby, Emily Lou, and Pam got to the restaurant. 

Ruby and Pam were the firsts to go inside while Emily fixed her makeup.

"Good morning, Diane!' Pam and Ruby said as they went to the same table as Joy and Rhonda were.

"Good morning, girls!" Diane exclaimed, waving at them as she went to them with a few plates.

“Congratulations on getting your helicopter license, Pam." Diane said, walking over with a plate.

“Caught me completely by surprise … for the fifth year in a row. Guess all these practices have finally paid off." Pam said, " Now, how about I celebrate with-” 

“Beignets? Got a fresh batch just waiting for you.” Diane said, putting a plate of beignets. Then she raise a finger to her lips and whispers, “Shush, don't tell my boss”

Diane had been a bit of a rule breaker since high school and college, but with good intentions 

Pam nodded and the young women at the table laughed softly.

“Thank you, you read my mind.” Pam said, smiling at Diane, who was about to get back to the kitchen.

◇

Then the front door swung open and in came Emily Lou in big and loud fashion and personality. “OH DIA!” Emily Lou shouted loudly, which made everyone in the restaurant jump and look at her.

Emily Lou ignored the staring eyes on her as she ran to Diane and spun her a bit. “Dia! Dia! Did ya hear the news?” she asked excitedly as she went to the others and sat down in her seat.

“Hey, Emily, what is it?” Diane asked, shaking her head to make the room stop spinning for a bit.

"Did you get the news?" Ruby asked, getting a newspaper out.

Diane went to Helen, one of the other waitresses, and asked, “Hey, could you take care of my tables for me, please?”

Helen looked at her and nodded. “Sure.”

Diane smiled and got another two plates of beignets before talking over to her friends.

"Didn't have a chance to read it this morning." Joy said, shaking her head. “I was up all night trying to finish my poetry for the poetry club and study for my final science exam before graduating. That’s also why I’m having some black coffee this morning”

Rhonda shook her head too. “I was up practicing my wrestling skills for my wrestling club.” she said before going quiet and grabbing a beignet.

"I had my night job and was at my night class." Diane said when she got to the table. “So, I had a very long night and didn’t get a lot of sleep.”

“Aw… I feel sorry for you.” Ruby said, sounding sad.

“Don't worry. It'll all be worth it soon And all my efforts are finally gonna pay off.” Diane said as she placed the two plates down on the table before grabbing an empty seat. "So, what's the big deal on the news today?"

Emily Lou and Pam looked at Ruby as she pulled out a newspaper and put it on the table. 

All of the young women at the table looked at it.

“Mason Wolf, son of The owner of Vinnie Motor shop; Vincent Wolf, is missing.” Ruby said, pointing at the headline on paper.

"Oh?" Diane asked, tilting her head a bit while she fixed her uniform a bit before fixing her curly hair in the tight bun.

“Yeah. Oh! And also, there’s a big money count for whoever finds him.” Ruby said with a chuckle, taking a beignet from a plate.

"Really?!" Joy asked excitedly and laughed, also getting a beignet. "That's probably begging to find him!"

Rhodda nodded with a big smile, already eating one of the beignets.

Diane rolled her eyes in disappointment. "That man probably ran away from his problems." she said sarcastically, shaking her head in disappointment. “Like what is his problem anyway?”

"That's the thing. No one knows why he ran away." Pam said after eating the beignets from the first plate.

"Well actually, it said there's no reason or whereabouts of that man or why he ran away." Ruby corrected, pointing at the paper again and looking at it. "Just says that he ran away, police are looking for him, there’s even the 1000 dollar reward for anyone who found him, and the engagement-"

"What?" Diane asked, get the newspaper off the table to quickly read and look at it.

It does mention the things that Ruby said. It also shows a picture of Vincent on the left and a black silhouette of his son on the right with a question mark on it.

Diane took in a breath and calmed down. "But for now we should stay focused on what is important, which is our future." Diane said, putting the paper down on the table.

“Like you going into government and me planning to be a cop, for a couple of examples,.” Ruby said, smiling softly.

"Oh! And let’s not forget, focusing on the party coming up tonight." Emily Lou said. "Which only the university students can come to. It could be like big pot luck."

The other young women cheered, except for Diane.

Diane looked at Emily Lou in a deadpan look. “Emily…” she started, crossing her arms across her chest. “I’m working a double shift tonight. So, that means I won’t be able to go tonight-”

Diane was cut off by Emily Lou shoving a beignet in her mouth. As Diane chewed it, Emily Lou got some money out of her purse. 

“What’s this?” Diane asked after chewing, pointing at the money.

“It’s money. It’s for you. Here.” Emily Lou said, smiling softly at her as she handed it to her. “Would this cover the meal, the potluck, and big tip?”

Diane's eyes lid up in excitement as she took the money and looked at it. She began to feel excited because the money was enough to achieve her goals.

“This is it!” Diane exclaimed happily. "Washington and politics, here I come!"

The young women cheered excitedly while everyone looked at them, including chef Arron, who was in shock.

◇■

Little did Diane know that Marmalade was in the restaurant hearing the whole thing, making him smile with his shadow.

“Oh, yes… Looks like we have a possible soul or work partner.” Marmalade whispered to his shadow.

Then his shadow went back being a shadow as a waitress walked over to him.

“Hello, sir.” the waitress said with a tired smile.

“Hello.” Marmalade said, smiled at the waitress before ordering some food.

◇

Diane was walking out after her shift was done. She went to the docks to see a place that she planned to have after studying at DC. She was looking at the abandoned place as she arrived in front of the place.

Then she jumped when she heard two voices from behind her.

"Looks like Ms. President or Ms. Senator is getting a head start where they campaign for a building." one voice said.

“Or Ms. Governor. Depending on which she goes into.” the other said.

Diane turned around to see both of her parents. “Mom. Dad.” she said, smiling at them.

Her parents had changed a bit over the years, with them now being around 42 years old. They had a couple of wrinkles, their hair started showing its age with a few white and gray streaks (After many years of hard work). Margaret's hair had grown a little but was tied in a braid, only reaching to her shoulders. Owen, who recently had gotten bone cancer and is trying treatment to get better, was in a wheelchair.

Apparently age may sometimes look kind to them.

Diane walked over to them and hugged them.

"Just came to see our little girl on break from work for today." Margaret said during the hug.

Diane smiled softly at them. “Can you believe it?” she asked, looking at her parents and the building. 

"Yeah, imagine living like this as a politician after years of hard work." Owen said, looking at the building.

By then the owner of the building came up and saw the family. 

“Oh hello! Are you here about the building?” the owner asked, walking over to them. “Let me guess, the previous owner's family?”

Diane and her parents looked over as the owner said, “Just remind you. This quite collects dust over the years no one has nobody ever bought it, But hopefully the buyers will come. But it would be quite helpful to get this place cleaned up.”

The family looked at each other before looking at the owner, knowing the place used to be in their family.

Dinae nodded. “Yes. Could we go inside, please?”

The owner lets out a sigh and begins sending a timer.

“You got 15 minutes, I got some buyers about to come and check out this place today.” the owner said to them, unlocking the door.

The family nodded as Diane opened the door to reveal an old dusty looking place, almost similar to the White House.

Diane laughs as she runs in, her mind imaging where things will be, while her parents slowly follow her in. 

“Just look at this place!” Diane exclaimed excitedly. “Don’t you just want to cry?”

“Yes…” both parents said, a bit of worriedness and sadness in their voices as they went over to her.

"I could remind you that your maternal grandparents, my parents, once owned the place before their deaths." Margaret said, looking at the old place.

“I remember.” Diane said, smiling softly at her and nodding. Diane began pointing and imagining new and exciting pieces to the place and walking around the place.

"I’m sure, this place is gonna be just wonderful." Margaret said with a smile before sighing sadly. "But it’s a shame you’re working so hard.”

Diane looked at her parents. “But how could I stop now when I’m so close and also helping you two with the medical expenses? I have to make sure that all of the hard work means something.” she said, power in her voice.

"Diane!” Owen exclaimed, power in his voice that made Diane go quiet as she looked at him.

“Our family may not get the ambition we had but we have something better. We have love.” Owen said, holding his daughter’s hand. “And that’s all we want for you, sweetheart.”

Diane nodded in understanding and sighed softly. "Look, I understand that you're worried about me, but I just need to work my way… I’m almost there." Diane said to comfort her parents. Then she smiled softly and added with a chuckle, “Plus… I don't have time for romance, anyways.”

Her parents started to chuckle. “How long are we talking about?” both parents asked.

Diane shrugged again and all the three started to laugh. 

They looked around for a bit before they left the place,  closing the doors and letting the owner know that they were done looking around.

[wastelandhell]

Thank you so much @bokatan and @h3raklion for the tag!

I can tell this is going to become a patented Furby wall of text™ so I'll just throw in a cut now. tl;dr: I love you all and i draw danse way too much

This has been an interesting year mostly in that its my first time posting personal art online in, what, 7 years? I stopped doing this kind of drawing shortly after high school. I picked up painting flash and have been focusing on my tattooing since then. In that time I never did any digital drawing or character drawing until 2 years ago this month, when I drew Val for the first time.

I was terrified to post anything anywhere, I think I posted one piece to reddit, but besides that I kept everything pretty private until April of 2022. I originally made this blog as a place to silently post my drawings and screenshots while providing a sort of devlog of my mods for my own records, and didn't think I would be noticed. I didn't realize people tracked the paladin danse tag, lol!

I'm really glad for all the people I've met through here, I never would have kept this blog up if it weren't for the wonderful messages from all of you guys. So much of my art, both in subject and execution has been influenced by the other users I've had the pleasure of interacting with and I hope to keep it up this year!

You all know I mostly just draw Val and Danse, and this is the palette I use for most things:

These are all pretty drab, I use different of blending layers and photoshop adjustments to get the colours how I want them at the end.

I usually try to use different brushes in each of my drawings, but these are the ones I come back to most often. The first one is a variant of one of these brushes, I modified it to change size based on direction and tilt. I used the brush almost exclusively until august and its still my favourite for quickly laying out forms and values. I use this one for freckles. The rest are some of my top picks from True Grit Texture Supply, mostly from Chromagraph and Monomania.

I'm glad I was able to really get into drawing this year, and going through my folder I'm pleased with how my anatomy and faces have improved. However I am disappointed in how much of it is just the same ginger fuck. I'm really stunting my growth by not varying my subjects, and now that I'm more comfortable with the tools I want to push myself to actually. uh. try. Put in the effort to make art that says something, tells a story. Less single characters floating in blank voids. More people interacting, scenes, environments. I also really want to get back into digital painting, I used to be really into digital painting and in theory know how to do it. I'm going to try and dig out that old knowledge lol.

Despite being bit bland, and having some glaring errors that still bug me, that Danse drawing is still one of my favourites. I think I spent at least 8 hours on it. I was dealing with some personal issues at the time and just really wanted to scratch that brain itch that the bos knight uniform gives me. It's stupid, I hate it, I can draw it nearly completely from memory by how often I'm looking at it.

The 'tried something new' panel is difficult because I feel like a lot of my recent work has been pretty stagnant. It's all done with the same technique, same palette, same boring cel shading, same layer order, boring. This is one of the few times I did any proper digital painting, and tried to adapt the looser style that I use when I'm drawing in analogue mediums to my digital work.

I just talked about art here and not mods because that would be a whole other wall of text. But it would boil down to: love to do it, no time, and expensive.

Also, if anybody is interested, I do my drawing in Clip Studio Paint and Photoshop on a Surface Laptop Studio.

[happylandfill23]

art dump !

veronica sawyer (from heathers: the musical)

some tori spring because she's a girlboss and i love her (from heartstopper/solitaire)

:<

here's a digital one -- a noodle drawing i did a bit ago! the speedpaint is on my youtube channel if you wanna watch :) (oh yeah she's from gorillaz btw)

this one's also a bit older too but it was for an art project at school! our assignment was an artist study where we made a slideshow about an artist and recreated one of their pieces, ofc i chose jamie hewlett lmao.. i've always loved this particular piece so i drew it and i'm quite proud of it! once i get it back after the art show i'll probably hang it up in my room or something

some drawings of ace, an oc of mine! ignore the scribbled out signature on the second one i didn't want anyone to figure anything out with my initials lol

not quite sure what this girl's name is but i drew her (ignore the trash lighting ik it's bad)

that's all i have (that's also all tumblr will let me fit lol) so i hope that's enough content to keep you for a while until my next art post in a thousand years!!