#i drew this a while ago but im still really happy with it so i went back and colored it

[nyushiren]

i love lora and haze so much theyre so gay. this is like straight up what theyre like ingame

[frosttbitten]

PUSSY DRUNK ELLIEEEEEE

warnings: pussy drunk ellie (obviously), kinda subtop ellie, ellie almost cries at the idea of having to stop eating you out (so real), dacryphillia if you squint, overstimulation, slight womanhandling

“ellie, i can't–” you sobbed out, trying to push her head away from between your thighs. she'd been going at it for a while now, poor baby's jaw was probably hurting, and you were so overstimulated it was hurting.

your girlfriend just ignored your cries, batting your hands away. she whimpered against you, basically making out sloppily with your cunt.

ellie couldn't think about anything but how you taste. she didn't want to think about anything else, she didn't really want to think at all.

your fingers curled in her hair, but it wasn't clear if you were trying to push her away, or pull her closer. your pussy was starting to go numb, and your brain felt even mushier than it did a few moments ago, “ellie…” you whined, tossed your head back onto the pillow as a few tears slipped from your eyes.

the auburn haired girl's eyes were glassy, lapping at your heat like it was the last meal she'd ever get. she wrapped her hands around your thighs, to keep you spread open for her, shaking her head from side to side between your legs.

your thighs were starting to shake, a deep moan tore from your throat as you felt what you hoped to be your last orgasm rapidly approach. you pulled her hair harder, red crescents left on her scalp from your nails.

her tongue slid inside you, and your back lifted off the bed, ripping a sob from you as you creamed yet again, all over her tongue. ellie let out a happy hum against your pussy, and you just knew that if she had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy right now.

your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, but ellie hadn't moved away, so it was hard to even think. you tried to scoot back on the bed, tried to pull away from her, but her long fingers were still wrapped around your plush thighs, holding you in place so you had no choice but to take it.

“no… stay,” ellie whimpered when she felt you try to pull away, her voice muffled against your dripping folds, “baby, i can't take any more of this–”

she teared up at the mere idea of having to part from your perfect pussy, using her strength to pull up onto her knees, dragging you up with her, leaving only your shoulders against the mattress. she all but laughed at your surprise, wrapping her arms around your hips so she could dive right back between your legs without you pulling away. your legs fell naturally over her shoulders, the new position allowed ellie to eat you out without you being able to do anything at all.

ellie admired your expression from where she was, suckling on your clit like it was her favorite piece of candy she'd never get tired of. your mouth fell open with a sob, tears of overstimulation pouring down your face with the force of another orgasm she expertly drew from you like it was nothing.

this has been sitting in my drafts for ages now im So sorry it took so long to come out and its literally just a drabble 😭😭

anyway ellie womanhandling me makes me feral

[barbiiecams]

daddy’s girl

dad!drew starkey x mom!reader, kinda trash but obviously i had too cus im in love with the video of drew and his niece oh my gosh <33

it was a peaceful morning. the sun was shining, the weather was warm, and it was a perfect day for a family date.

looking at the clock, you saw it was 8 am. you were a little surprised aaliyah hadn’t woken up yet, but she just started sleeping through the night. and you definitely weren’t complaining at all.

you sat up in bed while drew was still knocked out. he was still on go all night just in case she started crying in the middle of the night, so he was reasonably tired.

letting him sleep for a little bit, you got up to check on your baby. you made sure to keep your steps quiet, just so you didn’t wake drew up or potentially wake aaliyah up either.

opening the door to her nursery, a wide awake baby looked at you as you walked in.

you smiled at the position of her on her back, holding her feet. “is that my liyah girl up?”

she flashed you her infamous gummy smile. she loved to smile at anyone and everyone, and you just always had to thank god for your happy baby.

she kicked her legs around, more than excited to see her mommy in the morning again. picking her up from her crib, you smothered her in kisses. “my pretty girl, we’re gonna have such a fun day!”

you played with her a little more in your arms before you decided it was time to get yourselves ready for the day. walking into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth while you made sure she had one of her teething rings.

the wailing wasn’t happening now, but it would definitely happen later. better safe than sorry.

she was so calm and bubbly as you did your morning routine, it was perfect. she was really the definition of a “trick baby”.

you were almost done when drew walked in, clearly just woke up from bed not even a minute ago.

“good morning sleepyhead.” you grinned at him through the mirror.

he rubbed his eyes “g’morning,”

hugging you from behind, he gave you a kiss on the cheek then your lip. he reached over to aaliyah to rub her head comfortingly.

“this big girl slept throughout the whole night huh? didn’t she?” he started cooing at her, but that eventually turned into all of his attention. if there was someone that could “steal” your man, it’d be no one except his other princess.

he tickled her a little bit which made her start giggling, then gave her her morning kisses. a sight that would never get old to you.

“best sleep of my life,” you said while styling your hair, and it made him laugh.

“and you deserve it,” he said while wrapping an arm around your waist. “carried her for so long, s’the least i can do baby.”

you smiled at his words, “well she’s sleeping finally, so that means we can both start too.”

“and the stuff we used to be able to do almost every night,” he says into your ear, mainly so that liyah won’t hear.

giggling at his words and shaking your head, you finished with your hair. “it’s too early for you. this is the reason why she’s here in the first place.”

while cleaning your space up, he carries aaliyah off the counter. “you know i want another one.”

“me too,” you respond. “when she’s 2!”

he just smiles at this. he definitely doesn’t have a problem with that, but it just made him laugh that you were so adamant about the specific age. “you wanna be pregnant and dealing with terrible twos?

“you wanna deal with a baby and terrible twos?”

he throws his head back and laughs while bouncing aaliyah. “i’ll go get her ready, take your time baby.”

before walking out the bathroom he gives you a final kiss on the cheek. it feels nice being able to just have a morning to yourself after becoming a mom, but you always still cherished the mornings with liyah.

picking out your outfit, you settled on this for the fact that it was comfy enough to take aaliyah around the city as you planned.

when you were completely done getting yourself ready, you went to check on what your husband and baby were up to since it didn’t take you very long to get ready.

walking into her nursery once again, you saw a completely dressed and ready to go aaliyah.

“woww, that was quick. i’m impressed.” you praise drew.

he throws you a wink, “super dad.”

you giggle at his words while he hands her to you so he can get himself ready. the both of you were probably thinking about doing a brunch, so you packed liyah’s bag so you guys could leave as soon as he finished.

as drew walked out, liyah wasn’t having it. she started to get fussy and start whining when he was completely out of eyesight.

because of this, you paused packing some of her things. instead, you bounced her and patted her back, “ohh i know sweat pea, daddy’s just leaving the baby huh?”

although it could be a handful, you loved to see the bond she had with drew. she could be crying all night one second, but completely fine the next if she sees him right next to her.

calming down only a little, you were able to continue packing her bag. after 20 minutes of trying to keep her occupied, drew finally was done.

he takes the bag from you, “where we headed first, mama?”

“well i know she’s gonna get hungry soon and i definitely am, so let’s stop at our spot for brunch.”

before he can make another move, liyah reaches out for him and he takes her, “it’s clear who the favorite is.”

he smirks at you and all you can do was roll your eyes. it was the truth whether you liked it or not. “whatever. let’s go.”

laughing at your sentence, he puts his hand on the small of your back as you guys walk out of the room and out of the house, him also locking the door behind you too.

it’s the way he was able to multitask and do so much, while looking soo sexy, with a baby in his arm. it did really make you wanna give him another one earlier.

you made your way to the car and so did he, putting liyah in her car seat before entering the drivers seat. you guys headed down to the cafe that you and drew considered “your spot”, and you guys both planned to have your kids practically grow up with this cafe. it’s where you and drew both met for the first time, and all the memories you’ve made so far have been beautiful. you definitely weren’t going to stop making those memories anytime soon either.

—

arriving at the cafe, he grabs the baby bag and your purse while you put aaliyah in her carrier that was connected to you. eventually you would start putting her in the high chairs that the restaurants provided, but currently she was still in the phase where she needed to touch either mommy or daddy in public.

fastening the carrier, you and drew both walked in and saw familiar faces behind the counters.

“ah look! it’s my favorite person and her parents!” the owner jokes.

this makes you giggle and drew roll his eyes, “good morning to you too.”

you both find a spot and order your usuals. days like these you always appreciated. being surrounded by the people that make you happy and surrounded by peace.

drew started chatting with the owner while you chatted with his wife who also worked there. their daughter who was around your age had just had a baby herself, so there was already enough to go and chat over.

everything was going well, until of course you guys heard the whining. it was surely feeding time.

they watched you with smiles as you positioned her off your chest, but cradling her as drew handed you a bottle. as soon as you put it to her lips, she was completely calm again.

“that is really your twin, y/n!” the woman says.

“you think so?” you really only said this to hear her say it again, knowing how much she looked like you. you didn’t just cook her up for 9 months and pop her out for her not to look like you.

“most definitely,” she smiles.

“she may look like me, but that’s her true favorite right there.” you pointed at drew.

“really?” the owner asks.

“oh for sure,” drew says as he just admires the both of you. “i always tell her, mommy’s twin but daddy’s girl.”

he makes your eyes roll for what seems like the 50th time this morning, but he just laughs and kisses your cheek.

“when you have a son, he’ll most likely be a mamas boy.” the owner affirms.

“well, i guess we’re just gonna have to test that theory out.” drew says as he wraps an arm around you.

and that was just your main goal in life, to expand your growing family even more with him.

[psformybss]

can u make one about drew w a singer reader, maybe him attending her shows and fans going crazy, n after the show she runs into his arms off the stage, or her singing a sing written about him while they're eyes r connected between the crowd

Just Looking at You

drew starkey x country!singer!reader

a/n: im pretty sure i've written something similar to this before so i tried to make this one different.

The backstage hallway buzzes with the usual chaos. Crew members hustle past, earpieces in, clipboards clutched tight, calling out last-minute cues over the hum of the crowd outside. But none of it touches you.

Not the lights. Not the noise.

Because somewhere out there—center stage, ten feet away from where you’re pacing in boots and nerves—he’s waiting.

Drew.

You saw him before the show started. Just a glimpse.

Baseball cap pulled low, back row of the lower section, hands folded in his lap, like he wasn’t trying to be noticed. Like he knew you’d find him anyway.

And you did.

Of course you did.

Because it’s always him.

You shake out your hands, roll your shoulders, breathe deep. The kind of breathing your vocal coach taught you years ago—deep into your stomach, not your chest. Anchor yourself.

But tonight, it isn’t the stage that’s got your heart doing backflips.

It’s him.

Because tonight you’re singing the song you wrote about him.

And you’re terrified.

Not of the lyrics. Not of the crowd.

Of what you’ll see when you look into his eyes and say the words out loud.

Your cue comes faster than you’re ready for.

“In five,” someone says behind you.

You nod, take one last drink of water, and walk toward the light.

The spotlight catches you before the sound does. There’s a second of stillness—just the stage breathing, you standing tall with your guitar slung across your body, and the hush that falls like reverence.

And then your voice fills the silence.

“Checked my pulse and my heart’s still beating”

It’s quiet, confessional. The crowd leans in.

You scan the front few rows—and then find him.

Back row of the lower pit, just like before. Cap still on. Hands still folded. But his eyes?

Locked on yours.

The way he’s looking at you—it’s not dramatic. It’s not over-the-top. There’s no fireworks or grand gestures.

It’s steady. Real.

Like you hung the moon and he’s watching it rise.

“Exhale, I think I’m still breathing”

You sing with your eyes on him. You don’t blink. You don’t have to.

Because when it’s him, everything slows down. The stage doesn’t matter. The crowd becomes wallpaper. It’s just you and him in the in-between, all the words that were too big to say in conversation now wrapped in melody and spilling from your chest.

“Both feet on the ground, but something’s changed”

He shifts forward in his seat, just slightly.

And you know he hears it. You know he feels it.

You keep singing, each lyric like peeling back a layer.

“Oh my God, he walked in

Like a 6’2” dream, heaven-sent”

He smiles—small and lopsided, like he’s trying not to. But it reaches his eyes, and they crinkle at the corners, soft and proud.

You hit the chorus, and the band swells with you, but still, it feels intimate.

Like whispering in a crowded room and knowing only one person hears you.

“Maybe love ain’t always what it was

Not crying and dying and messing me up

I think I’m really happy

I think I want to stay”

You pause between phrases, let the lyrics hang, raw and hopeful.

“Oh my God… am I okay?”

Your voice trembles, but you don’t look away.

Not once.

And neither does he.

Later after the final note of the last song fades and the crowd erupts, you step back from the mic. You lower your guitar and bow, but your eyes go right back to that corner of the room where he sat.

Gone.

Your heart skips.

It’s not panic—it’s anticipation. He left before the lights came up.

Which means he’s waiting backstage.

The hallway is quieter now.

You move through the winding back corridors like muscle memory, nodding at crew members and thanking your manager as she squeezes your arm and raves about the set.

But all you want is him.

And when you turn the last corner toward your dressing room—

He’s there.

Leaning against the wall in that easy way he does, arms crossed, hat in his hands now. He looks up the second your boots hit the tile and—

That smile.

That same one he gave you during the song.

Only now it’s just for you.

You don’t say a word. You drop your guitar case. And you walk straight into him.

He catches you with a soft grunt, arms wrapping around your back so tight it knocks the breath from your lungs. His hat tumbles to the floor as he pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck.

“You were incredible,” he murmurs. “Like, damn. I knew you were good, but—”

You pull back just far enough to see his face. “You heard the lyrics?”

He stares at you for a long beat.

Then nods, slow.

“I think I knew they were about me before you even opened your mouth.”

You laugh, teary-eyed, hands gripping the hem of his flannel like you’re afraid he’ll disappear.

“And that part about the 6’2” dream—”

“—Heaven-sent,” he finishes with a grin. “Yeah. Thought that was a little on the nose.”

You roll your eyes, cheeks burning. “Shut up.”

He leans in and kisses you then.

Not rushed. Not greedy.

Just his mouth on yours like a thank-you, like a promise.

When he pulls back, his forehead stays pressed to yours. “You meant all of it?”

You nod. “Every word.”

He brushes your cheek with the back of his fingers, like he’s still memorizing you. “Even the part about being happy?”

Your throat tightens.

“Especially that part.”

He exhales slowly, something like relief pouring from his shoulders. “I swear, the whole damn room disappeared when you looked at me.”

“Good,” you whisper. “That’s exactly what it felt like.”

He dips down and kisses your nose. “You didn’t look away once.”

“Couldn’t,” you say, lips curling. “You wouldn’t let me.”

He chuckles, low and warm, then crouches to grab something from the bench beside him.

A bouquet.

Wildflowers and soft garden roses—your favorites. Wrapped in brown paper, tied with a pale blue ribbon that matches the stage lights.

You gasp, hands flying to your mouth.

“Drew…”

“I remembered,” he shrugs. “You said you hate red roses. Said they feel like pressure.”

You nod, overwhelmed.

He holds the bouquet out to you. “So I picked these instead. No pressure. Just… this is what it feels like when I look at you.”

Your chest stings—in that full, achy, sweet kind of way.

Like your heart got too big too fast.

You take the flowers, cradling them gently. “They’re perfect.”

He steps closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “So were you.”

You look up at him, eyes wide. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” he says. “And not just because of the song. Or the lights. Or the voice, which—by the way—is still the best I’ve ever heard live.”

You snort softly, but he goes on.

“I think you’re the realest thing I’ve ever known. I think when you sing about love not being broken or painful or chaotic—I believe you. Because I feel that, every second I’m with you.”

You stare at him, stunned, like he’s reading straight from your soul.

And then, without thinking, you say it.

“I love you.”

The words fall quiet but sure.

Like they’ve been waiting at the tip of your tongue for months, just waiting for the right moment to land.

Drew blinks, then breathes, then steps in again.

His lips find yours, and this kiss—this one—is everything.

A kiss you write songs about.

A kiss that makes all the sad ones irrelevant.

When he pulls back, he doesn’t let go.

“I love you too,” he says, thumb brushing the apple of your cheek. “And if you ever sing that song again, I want to be in the front row. Every damn time.”

You lean into him, resting your head against his chest.

His heartbeat is steady beneath your ear. Familiar. Safe.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close, swaying the two of you just a little—like there’s a rhythm only he can feel, and you’re already moving to it.

Neither of you speaks.

You just breathe.

Pressed to his chest, your fingertips curled in the fabric of his shirt, you can feel the quiet steadiness of him. The calm he always brings with him. Like home isn’t a place—it’s the way he holds you.

You tilt your head back to look up at him.

His eyes are soft, unguarded, like he’s memorizing every inch of you just to keep it close for later.

“I’m okay,” you say quietly, more to yourself than anything. But the moment you say it, you know it’s true.

His lips twitch into a smile. He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, lingering there like he never wants to leave.

“Yeah, baby,” he murmurs. “You are.”

You stay there like that for a while.

Wrapped in his arms. Breathing the same air. Not needing anything more than this.

And if someone passed by in that exact moment, they wouldn’t need to ask what it was between you.

They’d see it instantly.

That kind of love you don’t explain.

The kind you just know—because it’s written all over the way you look at each other.

[goomyloid]

What was your process for making the Noelle amv, if you don't mind sharing?

hii! im not sure how eloquently or clearly ill be able to explain it but i definitely have some pictures you can look at!

(the video)

i actually got the idea while i was away on a trip with very limited wifi -- it wasn't Trust Me that i got an AMV idea for first, but instead it was one of 4syu's other songs, There's Nobody. for such a happy sounding song it really made me so sad, to the point where if i tried to sing it to myself id get choked up by the chorus LMAO. it was baddd

but basically i was rapidly trying to find both songs on spotify so i could listen to them offline, and it only took me a few loops of Trust Me and thinking about the original MV to make me go "ohhhh. how can i make this about noelle." And so i did .

i was thinking about doing a storyboard, but in the past, i've found that doing storyboards for animations/AMVs lowkey... kills my motivation altogether... SAD... but i saw the whole video so clearly in my head, and i didnt want to make the same mistake i made before... so i went right to doing quick sketches (while still on my trip...) just so i could get the ideas out of my head

i was torn on what to do with my style at the time, whether i wanted to make it more similar to the original video, or to her canon appearance, or to MY style and how i draw her. i think it kind of ended up as an amalgamation of all three...? at the very least, her light world color palette definitely was more bland and desaturated, like i purposefully wasn't trying to do anything special with her colors.

after that point, and getting maybe a few of the actual drawings done, my motivation crashed again, and i left it all to marinate for nearly a week. it was baking, guys, it wasn't abandoned, listen to me, why are you throwing tomatoes at me,

i had up to about the "I dreamed about that again" animation done and stopped, and it wasn't until i decided to sit down and start editing it anyway that i really got in my groove again. i got all my little assets into a workable state so i could really try to sit down and make the video come to life and all

the really fun part was honestly working on the desktop backgrounds. i really wanted to limit colorpicking from the original video as much as possible, but i decided that making look as similar as possible to the original could help with the contrast i wanted to add later.

i drew these two backgrounds first. i was hoping i could somehow fit the bunker into the second one, but decided to do something different anyway. the second one's ui didn't actually change until later in the editing process.

drawing THESE were fun especially, and im happy with how they came out. i think the dark world icons are really cute still. one thing i really did know i wanted to do from the beginning was to turn the soul/undertale icon into the deltarune one.

i was worried if the shift from the Windows Field Background to the dark world would be too sudden, like you would just blink and suddenly it was all different, but i think it ended up all right...?

the not so fun part was drawing all the different boxes, lmao. it go really tedious by the end, so i tried to reuse as many of the same ones as i could.

a lot of copy-pasting and tracing rectangles for sure.

i also had to make sure the animations didnt Suck. i brute forced those things and used every last braincell i had in order to make those pictures move bros

fun fact. ive never animated hair like this before. or in any complex manner really. i had to use sooo much brain here... heres how it started vs. how it ended up

had my animator gf hype me up thru the whole thing... i was having a great time based on the filenames alone

aaaand then ummmm i edited it. i learned after effects like 1 month ago. never touched it before. i learned it for internship purposes and then used my newfound powers for evil it seems

i split the whole thing up into multiple compositions of course, but i probably could have split things up more... im sorry for having 84 layers on comp 3 its not my fault

editing a video in 12 fps was a fun change though -- very easy for my brain to go frame-by-frame, and yet still some of the timing ended up being off... tis the goomy way

like i said before, i started editing when i barely had half the drawings done, but seeing it all start to be in motion really pushed me to finish it up. and i mean Really. like i finished the whole thing maybe 48 hours after i first started editing.

and...i think that's it? i do a lot of discord art streaming to friends lately but i kinda kept this one more under wraps compared to usual, i think i just wanted to surprise everyone... look guys i remembered how to make a video! and it's three minutes! waow

sorry if this is way more than you asked for LMAO

also, the AMV hit 5k views on youtube today! ive never had a video do well like that so quickly! thank you!!

[chuubian]

Midnight pearl

Tags Pirate Chuuya x gn mermaid reader, mermaid courting ritual, Chuuya is perpetually confused, hunting, trafficking (just talking about it not actually doing it), dehumanizing language, reader is kinda feminized? like there's a bunch of pearls and traditionally feminine things they wear and own, the flags are happy and alive

Summary While swimming peacefully in the ocean, you're suddenly caught in a big net. Pulled out of your reverie, you're hauled onto a big ship and stuffed into a tank that can barely fit you. The captain of this uncivilized group of pirates is Chuuya. He had first planned to sell you, but over time his heart softened until one day he realizes he's fallen for you.

A/N this is the last part of this mini series. if im ever inspired to add onto it i might but for the most part this is where the plot ends :)

Part 1 Part 2

An overwhelming warmth was surrounding your body. It was like being stuck in quicksand. Quicksand that  was super cozy and… hairy..? When your eyes finally snapped open you were met with a mountain of copper-toned hair, covering Chuuya's face who is, of course, snoring loudly. His head is resting on your chest, leaning into the comforting heat radiating from your skin. Your heart jumps into your throat. Breathing is a laboured effort- all the air has been stolen from your lungs at the sight of him.

Shifting, you look around the room, trying to free his arms from around your waist but his grip is too strong, so you resign to your fate. The room is luxurious, filled with intricate woodwork, white silk drapes around the windows, and expensive jewelry hung up on display. To others, the bed would probably be the most eye catching thing in the room- with its beautiful burgundy canopy and fluffy, no doubt expensive, snow white covers. It screams ‘I'm rich!’ But the thing that drew your eyes was not the extravagant decorations. It was Chuuya.

It's like he can feel your eyes on him, because when your eyes glance over him- taking in his soft pink lips, the slight flush high on his cheekbones, the little bit of drool dripping down his chin- he wakes up. His eyes meet yours. They're such a deep blue. They remind you of the sea. Of the dark abyss that used to be your home. It's comforting in a way. He definitely wasn't the best person, but he held you so sweetly just a few hours ago. Maybe at the bottom of his heart he was a good person. He just did what he had to, to survive.

“Hey.”

If you couldn't tell Chuuya had just woken up from the creases on his face and his disheveled appearance, his low raspy voice would give it away. Still half-asleep, he pulls you closer, unconsciously leaning into the warmth, chest pressed against yours. Suddenly, a realization comes over him, face reddening, he scoots away, attempting to separate the two of you despite the thin sheen of sweat gluing your skin together. Eventually, he manages to free himself, settling on the other side of the bed.

“Sorry… I was just cold.”

“Really? You look sweaty.”

He scowls, turning even more red.

“No I don't!”

He mumbles to himself for a few seconds, chewing on his nails, eyebrows furrowed deep in thought. It made you smile to see him so thrown off balance, especially when he's usually in control of every situation.

"Whatever, It's almost dinner time we need to go eat."

Chuuya threw the covers off himself and climbed off the bed. He walked over to your side of the bed, floors creaking painfully.

"Do you want your tank or are you okay sitting with us?"

The question made you stop. Staying in the container would mean being in water, but it would also mean being isolated. Again. you had grown used to being around Chuuya. It was a bit fast- yet something drew you to him. He was the kind of person that's utterly captivating. Where one meeting with him, by chance, would keep you thinking about him ten years later. On the other hand, you've been on solid land for almost the entire day. You were starting to miss the moisture on your skin and the full feeling in your lungs from familiar ocean water.

Chuuya’s eyebrows furrow, noticing how serious you've gotten. He puts a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Hey, you okay?"

Nodding, you glance up into his blue eyes. it's easy to make your decision when he looks at you like that.

"I'll eat with you."

His lips quirk up into a pleased grin.

"Good, I was hoping you'd say that."

He reaches down to rip the toasty covers off you, exposing you to the horrible freezing environment. Whining, you lean into his touch. It's a welcome respite from the world outside.

"It's so cold."

He chuckles, low and deep. The vibrations reverberate through your chest, making your heart beat faster.

“I know, I know. Let's go.”

His strong arms slip under your back and tail, picking you up bridal style. It's a wonder how a man so short and small is so well built. The room was near the top deck of the boat, making it much easier to follow the hallways that had confused you so much a few hours prior. The wooden floors and walls here have less mold growing on them than the floors lower down. It's been cleaned thoroughly but they still couldn't seem to get all the fungus off. It was practically a permanent fixture of the ship. Destined to be there forever.

Once outside, you watch the sun start to hide, tucking itself under the horizon. It paints the sky with gorgeous yellows and purples, staining everything in its path with a golden filter. The sun is no longer searing your skin, instead it's moderate. More reserved than it would be at noon. The bright red ball of fire is starting to give way to the moon, concealing itself, letting another celestial body have its time to shine. Unselfishly.

Chuuya bounces as he walks with you to the top floor, setting you down next to him at the table. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, pulling you close until your tail and his thigh are pressed together. When you turn to look at him, you see he's already got his gaze focused on you. Chuuyas arm tightens around you slightly, his other hand coming up to play with the collar of his linen shirt nervously. He glances back down to the arm wrapped around you.

“I-its so you don't fall…”

You nod, accepting his answer and turning back to the table. The crew starts pouring in, fighting over seating and making comments about you. The same woman that smells nice from a few hours ago sits on the other side of you. She doesn't seem to like it when her kimono brushes up against your skin, scooting away.

“You're going to make my clothes smell like fish.”

Before you can speak up, Chuuya cuts in.

“Be nice.”

She huffs, head held up high, not even having the decency to look at you instead of the space across from her at the table.

“I'm just saying. I don't want my clothes dirtied.”

“Then why did you sit here?”

You finally speak up. She turns to look at you, eyes narrowed in discontent.

“None of your business. You should learn to keep your mouth shut, you have no use here other than to be sold.”

Chuuya chips in.

“Ane- san, there's no need for so much hostility. They're here now and they'll be here for a while. And Aren't you the one always telling me not to start fights for no reason?”

She glances over at him, lips pursing together.

“You've gotten too soft, Chuuya.”

After that, they both stay silent. The awkwardness is heavy in the air. Looming over you and sinking into your bones, making your muscles feel restless. Time moves slowly, oozing like sluggish drops of foul slime. Sticking to everything and everyone in the vicinity, ruining the festive atmosphere that had once filled the dining area- staining it with a somber, dreadful aura.

When the food comes, people start muttering softly among themselves, not wanting to face Chuuya or the woman's wrath. The meal itself didn't seem bad, their plates were full of dried fruits, chicken, cheese and bread that was well-seasoned. Probably to mask the flavor and smell of decomposing meat. For you, the only thing served was more clams, mussels, oysters, and seaweed. Thankfully they looked fresh unlike most of the crew's food. As you started eating- breaking open the shells, and scraping out the soft inside- you felt something hard. It was round and smooth, like a rock. Without thinking, you spit it out onto your hand and are met with a precious little white pearl. The people all around fall into silence once again, staring and the jewel in the palm of your hand.

“WHAT?!?”

Albatross’s shout pierces the quietude resonating in the air, breaking people out of their stupor. The unruly group of pirates swarm towards you, blocking all exits and your line of sight. You hold the pearl closer to yourself, hand clenched around it tightly, scowling.

“Alright! Alright everyone! Settle down! They found it, it's theirs to decide what to do with it!”

The air you had been unconsciously trapping in your lungs was finally let out, tension leaving your body as the crowd cleared out. The crew was still talking excitedly, expecting you to give them the jewel or at least sell it for money. Albatross was eagerly trying to convince you to hand it to him.

“I just wanna look, I swear! I'll give it back! I promise!”

Chuuya sighs, exasperated at his friend's weak attempts to trick you.

“They're not stupid… give up.”

“Aww come on Chuuya! You can't seriously be on its side!”

“Their.”

The blonde man's face sours- somehow more than when he ate the nearly rotten meal a few seconds ago.

“Huh?”

“Their. They're not an object. Speak properly next time.”

Albatross crosses his arms, eyes narrowed.

“I thought it didn't matter, weren't we gonna get rid of them anyways?”

He spits it out, stressing it like there's something inherently wrong or dirty about the word. He doesn't even treat his moldy meat this way. somehow treating you like a human being was one of the most vile, disgusting things he could do.

“It doesn't matter. I'm your boss aren't i? do what i say or else.”

At Chuuya’s biting words, Albatross backs off, mumbling under his breath, eating quietly for the rest of the meal. His head is hanging low, like a humiliated dog. It's uncharacteristic of him, he's usually so rowdy and loud. Chuuya's words seemed to be taken as gospel in this place. It was odd how much power he held over everyone.

The big pile of clams and kelp on your plate slowly disappear, leaving behind empty shells and a small pile of little multi-colored pearls. It's a miracle you found so many. Not all of them are perfectly round. Some have little blemishes and spots- or pieces that stick out, almost like a little tail. Despite not being flawless little gems, they glow just as brightly as the rest of them. Catching the attention of anyone who passes by- tempting them to swipe it off your plate and hold them hostage, away from you, for themselves.

After you've finished your food, you hold the little pearls in your palm, swirling them around and admiring the sparkle they give off. It's hypnotizing- the way they bounce off one another and clink together, glittering under the soft light. When you hold one up, next to the moon, you could almost confuse them for each other. Both creamy and comforting, reflecting the light off something much bigger than itself, but still enchanting in their own way.

"You really like them huh?'

Nodding, you look over at Chuuya, he's smiling down at you, eyes filled with warmth. The passion in his gaze wraps around you like a blanket- Protecting you from the harsh environment outside of your little bond. You lean closer, for some reason an overwhelming urge comes over you to feel his skin on yours. It's so smooth and well taken care of. Nothing like yours, which still isn't used to being in fresh air instead of salty sea water. His breath catches in his throat, grip tightening around your hips.

"You can have them."

You hold out the small handful of pearls for him. He blinks, shocked.

"Why? They’re precious, you should keep them."

Shrugging you pry his arm off from around you, forcing him to take the jewels. When his hand brushes against your lightly a tingling sensation travels from the tips of your fingers to your heart, causing it to speed up, and butterflies to form in your stomach. Chuuya seems to feel it too, gasping softly, hand clenching around the tiny pile of gemstones.

"Well...if you want me to. I'll take good care of them for you."

Chuuya admires the pearls in his hand for a few seconds.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?"

Albatross shouts from across the table, furious that he didn't get his 'fair share.'

"Why not me!?"

He starts fake sobbing, rolling around on the floor, and pulling on his hair dramatically. Groaning, Chuuya rolls his eyes.

"Did you seriously think they would ever give you these?"

"No but... I wanted them."

Albatross sticks his bottom lip out, pouting and trying to seem as cute as possible. It's fooling no one.

"Sorry for him boss, he's just being a little... theatrical."

The handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes who was sitting next to Albatross speaks up. Chuuya grunts quietly, agitated.

"That's one way of putting it."

The man grabbed Albatross’ meager braid, dragging him away as he continues writhing around. He keeps a gentle smile on his face despite Albatross hurling insults at him and shouting.

"Lippmann! This is humiliating! Let me go! You can't do this to me!"

You can hear the man's voice get fainter and fainter as he's forced to rub against the floor- hauled across the decaying wood, getting small splinters along the way to the crew's quarters.

Chuuya relaxes once he's gone, tension leaving his shoulders, unfazed by what just happened. He quickly moves on, holding up one of the pink pearls with a little section that sticks out like a tail.

"This one looks like you."

You grin, his comment makes a weird sensation pool in your stomach. Settling heavy in your gut and spreading all around the forgotten recesses of your mind. Taking over your body completely.

"Does it?"

He nods.

"Yeah, it even has a little tail, see?"

You chuckle, looking down at the rest of the pile.

"And this one is you."

You hold up a little black pearl with a small extrusion coming out of the top.

"It looks like your hat."

He chuckles, putting the jewels in a compact pouch.

"I'll cherish these forever."

He glances up at the sky, breathing in deeply. You do the same. Strangely, you don't feel as suffocated by dry air anymore. You've become used to the bare feeling on your skin and the empty sensation in your lungs. The sea was cold and lonely, unlike being on land here with Chuuya. A peaceful quietness settles over the two of you, steadily tugging at you, pulling you closer. He breaks the silence.

"Uhm... can we talk in private?"

He looks around the dining table. People are still hanging around, talking and drinking, being tumultuous and causing chaos all around them.

"Yeah we probably should."

Chuuya stands up, strong arms picking you up once again.

"I'm sorry you have to keep carrying me around."

He shakes his head, finding it silly.

"I don't mind, I'm strong. Plus it'd be stupid if I was upset with you for trapping you here."

He walks with you in his arms toward the edge of the ship, seating you down on the chair he had left here a few hours ago when he was letting you look over the sea. Sitting down across from you, he crosses his legs. You find yourself missing the sensation of his skin against yours. It's far too frigid without him near you.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

He looks up at you, expression serious.

"I wanted to let you go."

You feel your heart jump into your throat, blood running cold.

"... What..?"

This is what you had been waiting for, a chance to leave this place behind. To go back home. The man who had ripped you away from your habitat was offering you the chance to do the thing you'd been longing for. But somehow you found yourself dreading the idea. Would the water hug you as tightly as Chuuya did? Would the environment be as welcoming? You didn't have friends or family anymore. There was no reason to go back to the freezing sea. Chuuya had treated you kindly, defending and sympathizing with you. He wasn't even as bad of a person as he seemed at first. His willingness to let you leave proved that.

"You can go back home."

You tense up, looking out at the ocean. It's glittering beautifully. The water at night is such a familiar sight, it's hard to not miss it. The waves crash against the side of the rickety old boat, soothing your ringing ears. An ache in your heart longs to be back there, in a place you can move freely, but the dry air feels much more freeing than the pressure of water all around you. Especially when you get to be around someone.

“I… don't want to.”

His eyebrows furrow, baffled.

“Huh??? Why not?”

In spite of his questioning, a seed of hope is planted in his heart. blossoming under your attention. Blooming at the warmth and care radiating off you. He would do anything to keep you here, but at this point, keeping you hostage is too far. He doesn't want to trap you, he wants you to be happy.

“I just dont… I have no one to go back to and… I like being here.”

“On land?”

“Yeah, it's not so bad here.”

He pauses, reading your expression. He cant find any signs of lying, only a sincere look on your face.

“Well… if you want to you could stay in my room.”

“In the bed?”

He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up smugly.

“You want to stay in my bed?”

Your cheeks turn hot. Humiliated at the implication that you enjoy being in the same bed in that way. Even if it was a little bit true.

“It's cozy!”

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

He looks back out over the ledge.

“Are you positive you don't want to go back?”

“I'm completely sure.”

He smiles softly, pleased with your answer.

“Let's go then.”

Chuuya gets up, gathering you in his arms once again and leading you back down to his chambers. There's a fuzzy feeling developing in your brain at the feeling of his muscles against you. He's so firm in all the right places. His footsteps are heavy, banging against the weakened wooden planks as he makes his way through the hallways.

The door to his room creaks open, swinging onto the wall beside it. The view of his quarters once again steals your breath away. It's pure luxury like you'd never seen. Chuuya sets you down on the edge of his bed before walking towards one of his cabinets, taking a few tools out and sitting beside you.

“What's that for?”

“I'm making something.”

He takes out the bag he had put the pearls you gifted him in, methodically drilling small holes in each one. There weren't many pearls to begin with but he took his time with each one, making sure it was perfect. Once that was done, he started weaving silk cord between each one, fingers deftly creating knots between each one to ensure that  they stay safe. The process takes a long time but watching him work with the concentrated glower on his face makes everything more enjoyable. Neither of you speak during the process, enjoying the comfortable silence that descends over the room- only the sound of pearls clinking together and the drill permeate the air.

Once he's done, he holds up the necklace. It's full of disfigured pearls. The pattern is inconsistent with pink, white, and black pearls littered throughout. It's chaotic. But Chuuya made it with his own hands. From the gift you gave him. The imperfections only make it more eye-catching. Why would you ever want a boring white pearl chain when Chuuya created this?

“I put ours together, look.”

He holds up the bottom of the necklace so you can see easier. At the center, the one you said looked like his hat, is next to the one he said looked like your tail. Your eyes are stinging, gasping for air, you reach over to grab the necklace from his hands.

“Are you okay?”

He looks so concerned- eyebrows pinched together, his hand comes to rest on your shoulder reassuringly.

“Yes… I love it.”

You try to catch your breath but it's been punched out of your lungs painfully. Your chest was struggling to expand, not used to the great deal of emotions you had been put through recently. Has Chuuya ever been so sentimental? It's such a sickeningly sweet moment that you can feel your stomach churning- struggling to process everything that's happened.

“Here, let me put it on for you.”

He gently takes it from your hands. As he clasps on the string of pearls, his calloused fingers brush against the back of your neck, sending a jolt of electricity down your back. Your heart is racing once again, adrenaline pumping through your veins until Chuuya starts scooching away.

“It looks lovely on you.”

Your cheeks burn under his attention. Chuuya is like the sun as a person- bright and warm, he helps those around him to grow and become better people. But he can also scorch everything in his path, annihilating everything that gets in his way. Around you, he tends to be more nurturing, you bring out a side in him that's softer. You wouldn't judge him for being tenderhearted. Instead, you indulge him. Letting him express his emotions freely.

“Thank you.”

He doesn't bother changing out of his clothing for the night. Deciding that he's too tired, he puts the tools he used away in his cabinet, before crawling back into the lavish sheets. He helps you adjust your position to a more comfortable one where his arms are wrapped around you. He tucks his head over your shoulder, breath fanning over your skin. Your nerves were alight, tremors traveling throughout your body. How was Chuuya so calm under these situations?

As the hours passed by, Chuuya fell asleep but you were still wide awake, thinking of what to do for him next. While your mind is wandering, the rocking of the ship against the splashing sea and sound of waves crashing is enough to lull you into a peaceful slumber. Slowly, the sounds and sensations take over your mind, surrounding it in a snug blanket of serene fuzziness.

When your eyes open again, bright sunlight is pouring into the room. Chuuya is still pressed against you. His hair is tickling your face, you try to move around but it only makes him hold on tighter. You put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake.

“Chuuya.”

He groans, rolling around, his mind is refusing to let him awaken. You only shake harder.

“Chuuya! Wake up, there's a fire on the ship!”

This makes his eyes spring open, immediately getting up in a panic.

“WHERE!”

“Nowhere.”

You snicker at him, amused at his immediate response to fake danger. He doesn't seem to find it as funny.

“You really shouldn't joke about that, you know.”

His hands are on his hips. You're still smiling at him, it was too fun to mess with him. He made it too easy.

“Fine, fine, I'll never joke about that again.”

You're lying.

“Can you help me up to the deck? I wanted to do something.”

He sighs, picking you up easily and carrying you through the hallways. They aren't as confusing as before, the layout of the boat was becoming more and more familiar as a concept- no longer the mysterious phenomenon that it used to be. The hot sun hits your eyes and skin as you reach the top floor, rays beaming down in brutal beacons, burning everything in its way. Chuuya sets you down on the ledge.

“Why did you want to come here?”

“I wanted to go back in the ocean, but only for a little bit, i just need to do something okay?”

Chuuya nods.

“I'll anchor down then.”

He turns to the rest of his crew that's bustling around, instructing them on what to do. Before he can get back to you, you've already dived back in. The water is freezing, seizing your muscles and shocking your system. How could this possibly be the way you had lived before? All the colorful corals underwater were washed out by a blue hue. It was so empty. Almost no life for miles. Nothing compared to the rambunctious crowd on the ship. The quiet stillness was unsettling now. It used to ease your nerves, relax you, but now it's not enough. It's eerie.

You ignore the dreadful feeling in your stomach, swimming around- you gather various things like sea pickles, red shells, pretty pieces of seaweed, an urchin, and some sea stars for good measure. Your tail was finally moving again, it was starting to get restless after spending so much time inactive. When you come back up to the surface of the water, you look up at the deck. Chuuya is watching you. Your heart jumps into your throat, making it hard to breathe. Or is it just the fresh air again?

The crowd of pirates helps you get back up to the ship, much more gently than last time, helping you sit on a chair again. When Chuuya sees what you have, he raises an eyebrow.

“This is the important thing you needed help with?”

“Yes.”

You hold up the red shell to his hair.

“See? this matches. It's for you.”

You hand it to him, going through a similar process of explaining each item and why it fits him well before handing it to him.

“So… why are you giving me these?”

You tilt your head, staring at him incredulously.

“For our wedding.”

Everyone surrounding you two bursts into chaos, filling the air with boisterous chatter and gossip. Chuuya's cheeks redden, he tries hiding his face with his hand but it does nothing to conceal the embarrassment.

“WHAT?!?”

“Our wedding. I gave you the gifts I needed to, we have to have our wedding soon.”

Chuuya is sputtering in shock. Albatross in the background is crying real tears. The woman in the silk kimono whose name you never learned is stunned.

“That doesn't mean we're married!”

“Yes it does. We even slept together last night.”

Everyone's eyes widened, silence falling over the room. It's like the calm before the storm.

“CHUUYA?!?”

Someone shouts out to him before everyone joins in, gossiping and making jokes loudly. They start crowding closer, surrounding the both of you.

“WAIT! WAIT! GUYS IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!”

It's futile, Chuuya knows it is, but he tries to defend himself. Unfortunately, no one believes him at all. Albatross instead starts chewing his hair, berating him for being a ‘nasty, nasty little man.’ Chuuya tries to push him off but everyone else starts mocking him too, it's a never ending cycle. one person backs off, here comes another. Once everyone finally calmed down, Chuuya feels like he can breathe again, turning to face you.

“Look… just because your kind does it that way, doesn't mean that we do too.”

“But I like you… I thought you liked me too…”

Chuuya flushes, redness spreading down to his neck. He looks around the ship nervously.

“Can you guys stop staring!?! Get back to work!”

Everyone scatters, going off and pretending that they aren't watching intently.

“I-i do like you but… we can't get married just yet, it's too soon.”

Your nose scrunches, face twisting.

“Fine, we don't have to. But I really meant it. I've never felt like this about anyone before.”

“I know, me too. But we have to take it slower… Okay?”

You nod, discontented that you can't get married just yet.

“Okay.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, sitting you down on his lap. You can feel the tension settling between you. Your muscles are heavy, weighed down by the pressure filling the air. For a moment, everything went completely still and quiet. The sensation in the pit of your tummy only got worse, like bees were trying to break out through the stomach lining and skin. Chuuya's eyes were on your the whole time, only glancing down for a second to your lips before looking back up again. Before you notice it, you've started leaning closer- breath brushing across his face, lips barely inches apart.

He leans in the rest of the way, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. Chuuya’s hand comes up, cradling your jaw, pulling you impossibly closer. His tongue is hot against yours, brushing against your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. Your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt, holding on for dear life. During these few seconds, the outside world seems to melt away, becoming a forgotten past. When you pull away, you're both panting. You stay close by, ready to dive back in before he holds you back with a hand on the shoulder.

"Are you sure about this? You don't have to stay forever."

"I'm sure."

He appears to be thinking, contemplating if he really believes your words.

"What about when I retire and can't be on the ship anymore? When it breaks down, and I have to live on land. Permanently."

"Then you better get me a bigger tank."

[angryvampire]

Hellooo! Remember when i said i was going to draw my version of Wukong with some of the different clothing he wore in JTTW? (Probably not, It has been a while-)

Well, i've finished them a few months ago, i just forgot to post It. But i really wanted to show them here, im really happy with them :D

WELL HERE THEY ARE!!!

Not really clothing but i wanted to show how Wukong looks when he was younger comparing to his adult version :P

This is when he just got crowned as the Monkey King! And a king needs a crown, so i gave him a flower crown cause its cute. And the leaf outfit i might change how it looks, but i want it to be more simple, since its only the begining of his legacy as the Handsome Monkey King

The "among humans" is when he leaves the mountain to go look for immortality! When he arrives he steals some dude's clothing, (which is way too big for him, lol) And the design is in reference to the 1986 series

The student one is when he becomes a desciple of Patriarch Subodhi, and i took inspiration from the description from the book + the one in LMK

His dragon armor is mostly inspired by the 1996 version, but i made some changes to it. I tried making it more simple to draw but still detailed enough to look cool (i mean, its his most iconic look, it HAS to look good!)

I don't have much to say about the bimawen outfit, it looks mostly the same in all adaptations i think, i just drew that :P

Aaaaand his pilgrim outfit doesn't have a specific inspiration exactly, but i looked at many references to think of what i wanted in my design. Something more humble then his dragon armor, but still colorful and fun! The only thing that i was certain about the design, is that it needed to include the tiger skin skirt. Its possible i will change it in the future, but for now im happy with the look. And i wanted the golden circlet to actually look golden and magical, so its ✨sparkly✨

[potteraep]

Hello, coukd you please write something that is more or less the plot of dead girl walking from heathers(but instead of smut, suggestive fluff pls) with Leo Valdez and reader

IM A DEAD GIRL WALKING! ౨ৎ L.V

౨ৎ- Leo Valdez x Child of Aphrodite!reader

౨ৎ- IN WHICH- drew made anyone that was out of turn in cabin 10 an outcast but after a prank falsely accused goes wrong she’ll hunt you down. so why not find your boyfriend before you (not really)get executed by your fellow siblings

౨ৎ-heavy kissing, mention of sexual acts,talk of being “killed” shitty writing ( I hate the ending)

౨ৎ- this was requested like so long ago but I’m BARELY getting into writing again so I apologize but hope you find this again :)

Maybe luck just wasn’t on your side when a “sticky” situation that had completely destroyed Drew’s new hair due and fresh clothes was blamed on you.

or maybe you were just being picked on and someone had planned to destroy your life, because knowing how drew would react it would destroy your life

but it didn’t matter now, not when you hasty grabbed your sweater and shoes before sneaking past your sleeping cabin mates and out the door of cabin 10

drew was brutal and relentless and her easy use of charm speak made it even worse no matter what, whatever drew had planned for you would be your fate it made you shiver even more then the soft wind in the night had

you weren’t exactly sure what to do but if this was your last day of living a normal day at camp why not spend it doing something thrilling?

Your steps brought you to the door that led into the Hephaestus cabin you walked towards the back end of the cabin to find a specific curly haired boy

when you found his bed you smiled at the sight he was cuddled up against his pillow one arm latched around his pillow well the other was off the bed

you leaned against the bed as you bent to one knee as you tapped his nose

Leo barley moved and just let out a groggy noise, you tapped his shoulder and shook it finally getting a respond as Leo sat up after a few seconds he fixed his hair lazily the curly messy as he sheepishly smiled at you

“ hi Corazon- wait why are you here it’s like 3am” he added a bit worried

“ drew is gonna kill me “ you whisper shouted from his side he raised a eyebrow confused letting you explain when you finished he flashed you a sad look

“ oh Hermosa I’m sorry, can I help at all?” he asked quietly still mindful of the other people trying to sleep in his cabin

you thought for a moment before kissing him you could feel him smile stupidly

before you knew it you were in his lap your hands on his cheek while his slid under your shirt as his hands caringly rubbed your hips

the kisses were soft but passionate obviously small bits of something else he mumbled between kisses about how happy he was to be with you before your live was ruined

he leaned up a bit his back no longer against his bedframe before pushing you both down against his bed you looked at him and he shyly smiled

“s’this okay?” He mumbled waiting for your nod when you gave it to him he smiled and continued knowing this would lead to a long night.

[barblaz-arts]

Hello!

I would like to start with the fact that your art style is amazing, same goes for the design of the characters. (They look yummy tbh)

I have been wondering if you ever got some kind of art block, if yes what did you do?

If you see this, I hope you have a great day.

Thank you!

Most of the time, when I wanna draw but cant quite know WHAT i wanna draw, I redraw stuff. Like, screenshots. Or old drawings. Or even memes. Those are especially fun for drawing expressions I might not usually draw. Or I take scenes from fics I like or fics I've written and draw them. It helps that I get to move my pen with only half the brain power needed to picture what I want drawn.

But sometimes when I really cant overcome it, I usually just wait it out. Do my other hobbies like read or write or churn up another meta analysis. You cant force yourself to overcome that block sometimes and that's ok.

Oh but sometimes tho! Something that works unintentionally is when I'm like really really upset. I dont like to show it much, bcuz I understand that I'm getting old and I have a significant amount of followers that I dont wanna be a bad example to... But I can have quite a temper on me and can get really petty. But instead of exploding, I try to draw with those feelings.

Like, a while ago, I got really upset about stuff with an AI art fraud. And im just like, you know what this person can claim they're an "artist" all they want, but they still havent even shown a paper drawing as concrete proof. all just excuses and shit. The next moment I drew this, just to reassure myself that I'm an artist and I know what being a real artist is. That unlike AI frauds, I can show I dont need a computer to draw. All I need is a pencil and paper and I'm good.

(Then I proceeded to draw more than I usually do on paper because of that lmao)

And then when Youtooz came with an announcement that they're gonna release four figurines, half of which was 2 versions of Alastor and NO sign of Vaggie, I drew four Vaggies. Yes. I drew all this angry. Until yunno. I got so happy over how nice this ended up looking instead.

And then the last art I posted with the Harem Hotel AU? That's been in my drafts since november but I only got to finish it recently because I got upset over all the people in my notifs leaving hate comments about Vaggie lmao. Just told myself that they can claim to be objective critics who arent misogynistic, but at the end of the day all they could do is leave mean comments on twitter. Meanwhile, I can create! It's borderline horny gay shit, but hey! At least I'm doin' something productive! I can show female characters like her are are worth so much love to the point of making art!

Just. Idk. Maybe next time you feel negative feelings and shit, use art as the outlet for that negativity. Make something out of it. It doesnt have to be pretty, but hopefully it could make you feel good.

Or you know. Like I said, just wait it out.

[poorlemons]

A little look-back through 2024, how fun!

January

Certainly a range going on, dungeon meshi, moomin, rottmnt, and whatever is happening to Rhode. I don't think I really drew much during Jan, all things considered.

February

A failed attempt at amphiburary- school took over, or something- and a lot of oc art! overall I did more art that month and while some of it bugs me, and i dont have pleasant memories attached to it, i still like a lot of what I did. Got experimental 'n stuff!

March

Its all OC art baybe!! and some stuff included that I never posted. Rhode (the ginger with glasses) is my special little guy and I had plenty happening in a rp thing I do. You can see how his nose hadn't reached its full evolution yet.

April

Again with the oc stuff! Rhode persists! March was the eclipse, which honestly I forgot happened this year... man that feels like so long ago. Also, I did some stuff with my magical girl ocs, a rare treat! I honestly really like that art set I did, the magazine idea was cute

May-June

I did a lot of mostly complete artworks these two months, but theyre 90% oc art so I figured i could shove them together. You can see me experimenting with coloring and rendering in some of these. Also, I visited rottmnt again for a lil bit in June! Honestly I was having a great time drawing me and my friend's ocs

July

And so I discovered Reigen. Plus some more rhode n other ocs. But mostly it was Reigen. Mob psycho is great, i had a great time watching it. Kinda wanna go back and rewatch it but all for another day.

August

didn't draw as much in august, i had a really fun trip I went on that I spent the month preparing for! Love ren fairs. But what i did draw was (drum roll) oc art! Rhode, Lamp, Ann and otheres- theres a decent variety here. Still mostly Rhode, though.

September-October (and so my Michael obsession begins)

So um. Michael, amiright? honestly i have so much fun drawing both michaels, its a damn delight. ive been so happy at the reception of them from everyone too- i draw michael solely for myself but i do like it when my work makes others happy

November

Honestly some good michael art from november. plus the creation of Clear Image AU! I have less to say about these last too months, since itd be less looking back and more recapping what is basically yesterday.

December

And so ends the year.. More michael, some Lyf, some oc art, all the fun stuff. Plus... a little sneak peak at the expert testimony animatic im working on in the upper righthand corner.

Happy new years, fingers crossed for a better 2025 for everyone!

[midnight---hollow]

Sketch pile mainly of vee and azul. I got sloppy during the coloring cus i wanted to work on other projects but im still proud of how this turned out. This is prob the first time i actually drew them interacting cus normally i just do sketches of them separate. They are childhood friends turn crushes turn “business partners we are very platonic business partners” cus vee has yet to clock their own feelings and azul has noticed his but is to embarrassed to properly confess. They basically avoid the topic throughout ncr (horribly so they are both very obvious) though i think they finnally confess to each other before leaving for their internships on fourth year

Im gonna go more into them in the read more so click if you want that ^^ but it is oc/sona x cannon and i yap ALOT so beware that-

Vee fell first azul fell harder, albeit vee didnt realize they loved azul like that for a long time but they did fall first

Vee fell for azul when he unlocked his um. Vee isnt powerhungry or ambitious like azul, they didnt get what about it made him so happy, but the fact he was smiling so bright and laughing so genuinely and rambling on. Vees has known azul from before elementary school. They knew who he was before the bullying and before he became so ridged. while their care for him never changed, they realized they liked him best when he was happy and maybe more than vees liked anyone else

Azul realize his crush on vee during land camp. Vee wasnt able to go because they didnt get an invitation to nrc. Azul was lock in and focused on acclimating to the human world, he was doing better than floyd and debatably jade and he should be proud of himself but his mind kept wandering. It was the first time hed been so far from vee and he just felt different. When land camp was over and they all head back to the sea to do their final packings for school it clicked how much he liked vee and oh he didnt take it well. Floyd was poking him with a pieces of coral because fainted with his eyes open. He was cooked especially because now that he knows this he realized how obvious hes been.

Eventually he comes to his senses and creates a “game plan.” He originally was going to confess, he thought long and hard about it and thought if he made everything perfect and woed vee like the princes in those stories. He plans everything to the T; finds the best restaurant on land, sets up a perfect boat ride, finds all the spots on the nearby island to visit, he thinks vee has never been on land before (they have multiple times already for work) so he wants to amazing them with everything he learned.

It goses horribly, vee is really excited to go and exploring the town goes as expected but dinner takes a turn. Azul says that the restaurants special is a seafood salad and vee orders it out of curiosity, issue being they are a carnivore. Azul just has to watch as they take their first bite and their expressions slowly shift into one of disgust as they dont want to finish what they had just ordered but that one bite alone was so horrible. Azul offers they trade meals as he ordered a salmon which vee happy ate and shared with him but azul was inwardly panicking

Then came the boat ride. I drew this awhile ago and its basically what happened (the little mermaid boat scene, i think its a requirement any octavinelle ship ever has to have that scene happen). It was going well but azul was supposed to confess during the song and he kept fumbling, he couldnt say it he was to worried about the chance of vee saying no and risking embarrassment but this time infront of one of the closest people to him. Jade and floyd are in the water and they where having fun at first singing the song and forcing some fish to play instruments but after they start to clock the fact azul cant confess jade gets a little… annoyed. He pushes the boat and floyd realizing the potential fun shakes the other side, eventually the boat flips over and they swim away laughing leaving vee and azul to swim to shore despite being in their human forms and being at a disadvantage

Azul is starting to cry, you couldnt tell because they are both soaked and the date was ruined and he mad an embarrassment of himself infront of only to get caught off guards by the sound of soft laughter. Turning to his side vee is laugh, just as soaked but smile bright. They exclaim how much they missed spending time with him and how lonely its been since he and the twins left. Quietly he hears them say “i wish this didnt have to end… wish you didnt have to leave” and without thinking he offers a deal. “I get you into night raven. I find a way to get you in and in return… you work for me. Stay by my side like the twins do, im going to take the human world by storm and your help is more than valuable.” After some talking, the paper is signed and a mark appears on their arms connecting them. Azul may have snuck something in the fine print (i wanna to more into this with a comic in the future

Vee doesnt know how he managed to do it but a week before school starts they get their letter and immediately they go to celebrate with azul and the twins

I was gonna talk about the first job vee did for azul and how it went bad but i think i want to save it for something jade related cus vee and jade have BEEF. their dynamic is my fav out of vee with octotrio, obvi im biased towards azul and floyd cus they are my favs but jade is so interesting to me and i want to understand him so badly. So instead of talking about that imma do small hc’s

Vee loves sweets especially gummy worms and fish

First year azul vee jade and floyd all bunked in the same room with the two twin beds in the room moved together. Its a mer bonding technique and for vee its extra important because white tips like sleeping in pods.

Second year azul and jade get special rooms as they are house warden and vice, jade lets floyd crash in his room and azul lets vee crash in his

Azul has an evil laugh but he also has a soft more genuine laugh that makes him hiccup

Azul is the strongest strength wise of the group followed by vee, he just has bad dexterity and is the least used to fighting so he leaves it to floyd and jade claim its a bad look for him

Vee is a REALLY fast runner but cant join the track team because when they are running they instinctively want to chase anyone they see running away from them. This is much to vargas’s dismay who tries to get them to join each gym class

Vee works in the kitchen primarily, making drinks and pastries. They also do guard work with azul, just as extra muscle incase anyone gets any ideas but they mainly prefer to just bake

Vee joined the popmusic club because azul said “well youve never been to school before, maybe your goal should be to make friends and acclimate” and they thought the popmusic show they hosted was extremely friendly and cool (also they didnt have that many hobbies when they started nrc but they knew how to play trumpet)

Vee believes lillia is an expert human and after a week of popmusic club they start to take lessons from him so they can become an expert human aswell. Pointy ears and flying is normal human behavior right?

Azul didnt know vee actually had work friends. He doesnt know alot about vees life but he remembers being extremely caught off guards when during parents day comes around and he sees vee run up to a group of shark mers. He was ok with it at first but then he learned more from vee and he lowkey got jealous as vee talked about their friend “lemon” and how talented and cool he is (vee veiws him as an older brother but azul didn’t know that)

Azul needs glasses because during land camp be made a contract with the twins. eels can barely see and while it was fine in the sea, on land they where suffering a bit. he gifts them some of his eyesight in return for their loyalty

Because of his contracts being destroyed in book 3. The next day after the ob was hell. Azul was sickly and vomiting ink, vee was tweaking because the bond mark was gone, and the twins were locked up in their room because they lost their vision

Mk thats it for now i am yapping way to much. I just really like them and my best friend said twst is becoming a special interest which i called cap at first but then i realized i had three of the books, am reading the octavinelle manga, have multiple twst fanfic tabs open and frequently check multiple or the tabs, and draw fan art which i dont draw this much fanart for hyperfixations. Idk it dont matter that much i see silly i wanna draw sillies. I need to do a meme animatic for april fools now tho so hope this was bad and im not more cringe than i thought i was

Random tidbit but my drawing tablet shows colors alot differently than how they appear on phone and computer. Like its extremely noticeable cus vees hair was bright neon pink on the screen. I had to adjust constantly esp for the skin tones to make sure nothing looked to off. Gotta figure out how to fix tha

[heroes-in-the-dark]

Hi there! A random tale of inspiration...

I was big into anime years ago and took a break during covid due to combination of working in healthcare and deployments as a nurse. As I got older, like 20s and 30s, I started doing all the things my girl friends did. We went out often and it was very "sex in the city", a kind of mindless hopping around to bars and wearing uncomfortable heels. I always felt a void, doing these things, as I had previously spent so much time doing art and reading manga before. I still had a big creative itch.

A few weeks ago, after almost 5 years stagnant from anime and art, on a whim of holiday boredom, I picked up MHA and by season two I was totally taken with Tokoyami. I thought he was wonderfully displayed in the sports festival, and the dark coolness he had was a magnificent balance for the turbulent force that he housed in Dark Shadow. The duality of his character, with Dark Shadows power, yet the gentleman’s manner he always exhibited, along with his character design drew me in. I started my search for fandom, and came upon your blog which has been a nightly reader for me for sometime.

You have keen way of taking the reader through his prospective of adventures, and it is nice, as I have been trying to find a forum to offload some fan girl energy for him. I see all the work you have put into this series over such a lengthy time, and want to thank you as I know an undertaking of this body of work is not without discipline and you have a vibrant fan streak for him and his role in the MHA universe which shines through.

With your permission, I would like to share some fan art for your series for genuine admiration of the story. My only regret is it seems I am a tad late to a dimming fandom for him. The internet appreciates you for keeping this one alive.

Bests always, another fan.

Hello there! Apologies for the late response, I'm not as active here as I used to be, but I'll still come around to post chapter updates and art! Speaking of which, I LOVE fanart of the series, and im always incredibly happy whenever I get some. It's a big motivator for me, seeing how passionate readers are for my little story haha.

I watched and read a LOT of anime and manga in middle and high school. I've been keeping up with bnha since almost the beginning, but it wouldn't be until partway through college that I posted my very first chapter of Heroes in the Dark. I started writing the sort of stuff I wanted to see in the series, and I'm always going to be happy that I did. Tokoyami and Dark Shadow really are such standout characters that don't get nearly enough screentime, and so I'm glad that so many fans like you can flock together and have a space where we can talk about him and think of his adventures and struggles.

HitD was my first fanfiction, but I've always loved to write. By all means, it's so rewarding as a writer to hear such high praise and feedback from a reader. I'll admit, I've stepped back a bit from the bnha fandom, but I still love knowing that people are still interacting and having fun with it.

Again, I'm a bit scarce these days, so it usually takes a while for me to get back to people, and if you've ever left a comment on the series and I didn't respond back, please don't be offended. I get easily overwhelmed by online stuff, and I'm not a super social person, but I still really appreciate the fact that fans like you can get so much enjoyment from my writing.

So from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU!! 💕

[angelicdonuts]

I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE‼️‼️

HI EVERYONE‼️ IM FUCKING BACK AND IM BETTER‼️

As payment for my absence... here's

Huge Art Dump

Part 1!!!

So! This is just a bunch of miscellaneous whiteboard stuff! Nothing necessarily Pico's school or fnf related, sorry!! Just kidding! Sorry NOT sorry!!! You get to have my madness shoved down your throat no matter what it is! (Though there's HELLA Pico's school+FNF stuff coming up, so don't worry lol!)

First image is just some pretty boy I drew for funzies on a public whiteboard.. won't really consider him an oc since I can't imagine using him for anything important </3

the SECOND image however IS an oc! I made her design on a whim then I went absolutely nuts with her >_< !! She doesn't exactly have lore but she sure is a character!! Her name's Kiti, and the dog she's drawn with in the second image is her girlfriend, Pupi ^u^ !!! Kiti kills people. And then the last image they're both in is their noncanon human designs, lol! They're more so just designs I based on them, if that makes sense.

Last images are of my sonas but like the first one is them... as ocs?? LOL if THAT makes sense. I like to switch Skip and Sprinter between their shared role of being a sona to being their own characters detached from me, basically? They have "lore", though it's pretty simple in contrast to my ACTUAL ocs, like Pricko or Sanders (who have HELLA lore ^.^") !! ALSO EMO SPRINTERRR LMAOO

Also... kinda an awkward spot to put this, but like thank you for sticking around, if you followed me prior to my big, unannounced hiatus? It genuinely means a lot, since I'm pretty much used to losing like half/all of my fanbase after taking breaks at this point. HUGE shout out to donnie by the way ^u^ !! I know I messaged you like a month ago about coming back, and I'm not sure if you remember that, BUT YEAH AHFBJAHD IM FINALLY BACK !!

And i know I really don't have to, but I always feel kind of bad for taking breaks even when I need them, so I always feel the need to like.. excuse my actions?

I don't want to get too into it, CRAZY TO SAY AFTER I JUST SAID I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING, but yeah! There's not really any other way to explain it other than that I had a really, really bad mental break a few months ago. I mean, basically ever since August of 2024, my mental health went on a huge decline, and shit just got.. bad?? So much has happened these past months it all feels like a blur. I never thought I would ever go THAT low. It was new for me, and it was really fucking scary, if I'm being honest.

It was both the worst time of my life, but also the best since I happened to meet my literal favorite person ever in the midst of it. I'm pretty sure you know who you are and I'd rather save all the sappy stuff for DMs anyway LOL

And even now, shit is still happening, but I have a better footing now. And I mean, so much so I'm finally feeling well enough to start existing on social media again!

I'm not going to push myself anymore or let numbers get to me, so while I can't promise that I'm going to start posting a lot more and super regularly, I think it's safe to say I'm not going to be going on like 7 month long breaks any time soon!

Again! Thank you for your patience! It means so god damn much to me!

Also! Happy belated birthday to me (plus christmas i guess)! And happy late new year!

[maridoodles]

Hello friend <3 I've been following your blog for a while and I love your art. I hope you've been doing well and haven't caught a cold (me and other ppl i know have all gotten some recently, and though we are from different countries, i still thought I'd send good vibes your way). Stay safe and keep warm!

I have picked up the original YGO not too long ago. I've watched a bit of two ygo series growing up (zexal and arc v) but never the OG, and then one day i found the manga in the bookstore and picked it up. I'm still nowhere near done, in fact, im still in the battle city arc, but one thing that always got me was the dynamic between Yugi and the Pharaoh. Though i don't personally ship them romantically, their relationship is very dear to me and it was a joy to see it develop troughtout the manga so far.

This may seem like a random topic to share with you, but I just brought it up to say that i really love the way you write/draw their interactions - it's so extremely close to canon in my opinion, that it's always a joy to see them depicted in your art.

That's really all I wanted to say in this ask!

Please have a great day out there :)

Hi :D thank you for supporting my art it means a lot to me!

Thanks for your concern, it's very easy to get sick during the winter season but im doing alright now! i hope you feel better quickly! Get rest when you can and take medicine

i have only indulged in the original yugioh series (im not sure i could grasp the rules of xyz summoning and link summoning; i finally got a hold of the original rules after so long...) but that's interesting you started from the spin off series and i hope you're having fun reading the original manga

im glad you think my art depicts the characters close to the canon. I think the ygo cast is very well characterized so I like to see them the most in their original setting if that makes sense.

this is something silly but, i drew this art as one of my first ygo fanarts ↑ after watching the anime but before reading the manga. So as I was reading the manga , I was really excited to see these panels looked similar to the expressions i gave them. it made me happy to think i got the characters right :)

I think Yugi and the Pharaoh's relationship is incredibly interesting from so many points, none that I could concisely say in this ask lol. And while I do ship them, I see them as friends first. I love how easy their friendship came to be, and it’s heartening to see how much they rely on each other. One of the main points of the story was they help make each other better. I try to see that they support each other in all the interactions i draw lol and im glad it could make you happy too :)

thanks for your ask, i'm very flattered and happy when people want to talk with me! i hope you have a great day too!

[needtoloveoutloud]

heyyy becks! its north here once again with an sppf fanart :)) this time, i drew bakuyoru! specifically the scene from the last chapter where he broke her nose and ended up resetting it for her LOL. anyways i was squealing and kicking my feet that entire scene (and any scene with them together in general), so i KNEW i had to draw it here it is!:

and heres a closer look at both of them:

the lighting was the worst to try to figure out, but i tried my best haha and it still looks GARBAGGGE but whatever, its something i gotta work on (hands too. still a nightmare to draw, but i freehanded them this time so im kinda impressed w myself). this was so so fun to do though, i loved drawing their eyes. in katsuki's, if you look closely you can see i added the gold specks yoru notices in them, and i tried to make yoru's resemble moonstones (i added like the lightest shade of blue, but it barely showed, so..)-although it was a bit difficult w the way the lighting was. point is i wanted to portray them each as the other sees them, and ik eyes are a part of that so thats kinda how i went for that. and yes i added a teeny sparkle to katsuki's eyes bc WHYYY NOTTT anyways im yapping too much im gonna post this in the discord as well, along w the speedpaints !! hope you like this :)) 💜

[SPOILERS CHAPTER 35 SPPF!]

North, oh my...!!!

I mean, we already talked on the server about this, but I only now noticed some of the subtle details. Like, the golden specks in his eyes??? That is so awesome, holy shit!

And you even wanted to make her eyes look like moonstones, what he compared her eyes to a few chapters ago!

The fact that you wanted to draw them how they see each other is so cool, damn.

I can't stop nerding out again, I thought I calmed down after admiring it on the server already, but this just got me going again, sorry you have to bear with me for a second

I'm so HAPPY this scene made you all giggly and stuff, love that for you. The BakuYoru was strong in chapter 35, so I know what you mean :D

And it does NOT look like garbage, what are you saying?? This is awesome, i BOW before you, North!

And even free hand, this is so impressive. I really loved the speed paint you shared on the server, too, so thank you for that.

The way he cups her face, studying it closely (of course PURELY because he wants to assess how to set her nose correctly, mhm mhm yeah right) and how she looks up at him and the way his finger is so gently placed on the scars on her face and i get why Yoru asked if he got plastic surgery done on his nose because it looks absolutely perfect, you even put in the little upside slope she noticed when she looked at him while he slept and had her (unwanted) realization and epiphany about Bakugo see I am also rambling but how could I not, this is too cool!

THANK YOU SO MUCH, NORTH! I feel so honored that you did this and even more honored that you allowed me to share it in the next author's notes.

🤍👏👏

[subway-boss-jericho]

(hammer anon)

I FORGOT TO MENTION THE DRAWING IM SORRY

I love it yes we are laying on the floor having a ball. Yup! I love catting about ideas and aus and how relationships in a situation change and evolve. verrry fun!

(adore your style btw)

Answering these three all at once because I wasn't sure how to answer them meaningfully separately!

No worries! You didn't need to mention the drawing haha. I just did that one for fun <3 which it was! I'm really happy you like my art 🥺 I definitely used to be very self-conscious about it but I'm starting to finally level out and have a bit more confidence, but nonetheless your kind words are thoroughly appreciated!

[Drawing by Hammer Anon below, aforementioned anatomical heart is on the page so if that bothers you do not read further! imo its not that bad though]

These are great!! No worries about the heart thing, I've drawn a few for unrelated art projects in the past so it doesn't bother me. I LOVE the drawings you have here!! I am particularly inspired by the top left with the four ventricles, extremely cool. I don't think I'm going to make Ingo's core ♥ shaped but the layout with the pipes goes so hard

Also the bit with the spinal cord 👀 I Did Not Think Of That. that fucks like hell. I am taking so many notes. You 🤝 Me - putting organ adjacent things in that mech

The silly doodle on the right actually reminded me of something I drew for a very rough animatic a while ago-

Emmet does actually have to do maintenance on his core now and then, although far less frequently than anything else aboard. Ingo is generally unconscious for that though because That Is Not Something He Wants To Be Awake For, Thanks. It doesn't hurt though.

Not much to say about that! Just wanted to throw that in there for you, it reminded me of your doodle. Emmet can actually touch it and Ingo can feel it, but he's not exactly slapping his hand on there every hour of the day. It feels weird! usually reserved for sparse moments of closeness

Thank you for the asks!!! I appreciate them a ton! I see your other two in my inbox still and I am definitely going to get to them, but now that college has started it's probably going to take longer in between answers. Nonetheless!! Thank you for talking with me and listening :DD It's very fun

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