#i may colorize this at a later point but for now have my messy sketch of the wally plushie being molested by home ♡

[baptism-inblood]

a lovers embrace,

(home x wally plushie)

[choochooboss]

Submas sketchdump! Vol. 1

April-June 2022

Literally dumping all the presentable works as promised, whether I'm proud of them or not! This is where I started, even before the first thing I posted online (That subway station one). Many of these are not on Twitter yet so there's lots to see!

The top piece above the header is my very first digital Submas artwork!! I never finished it bc I didn't know how to pull my vision of as I wanted & started modeling the train and didn't finish that either, whoops! I really want to remake this later and make it super cool!

^^^ My reaction to breaking 500 likes & 100 followers in a single day with my first tweet (the battle subway one) all the way back in May!! I was completely floored by all the attention, oh how it skyrocketed my excitement and anxiety! Crazy times, I was so super nervous to be there with so many amazing artists and doubted if I could ever survive there ahahah!! Many had joined the community much much earlier than me, so I had arrived with a late train to PLA/neo Submas hype!

Next up is a bunch of stuff I haven't posted before:

One of my fav sketches! Been saving this for so long bc I really really want to finish this one day!

One of the first submas sketches with an actual story behind it! The subway bosses are running late for their flight because they didn't pass the safety check! The irony!! This would never happen as bosses are always on schedule. But Emmet hadn't noticed a wild Joltik hiding under his coat, so he set up the alarm and they got examined and interrogated of smuggling! How embarrassing for them! The bosses resolved the situation by catching the Joltik, but will they be able to catch their flight anymore?? Maybe if Elesa can distract the stuerts performing the safety protocol for a minute!

More sketchbook stuff...

In case you can't make any sense of it, Emmet's dreaming of different combinations of pokémon. Meanwhile Ingo snores louder than the train! HONK SHOO!

Top 7 every submas fan draws at some point!

Submas trademark posing

submas sleeping in a train

sad Emmet

Emmet with Joltik

Ingo with a cool solo pose

Emmet being chaotic & Ingo reacting to it

a bunch of mirrored submas poses

I sure have a full bingo card lmao, most of them you can see here XD

Next up is a sad man...

Stay strong our friends!

My typical sketchbook pages, crammed and messy as usual. x)

Post-PLA exploration:

A few examples of how my pencil sketches evolve.

I've done so much art experimenting with submas. I really like this black & white painting but I don't think I'll finish it anytime soon.

Where did you go?

The way I draw the twins' faces has changed a lot. They started with softer features and somewhat neutral emotions, because I wasn't as familiar with them or comfortable drawing them yet. Now there's hundreds of submas sketches, and they still keep evolving! My style is also kinda hard to pull off well, so their features differ from picture to picture.

This one was inspired by some submas music videos, can't recall their names anymore. The glowing eerie eyes and yellow&orange + black&white color schemes were neat!

I keep telling myself I need to draw more butlers, these twinks look so lean and neat and have more color and are posh with their monocles and have fun tailcoats!

(...why eyeglasses are not called binocles??)

I was there for the vinegar chaos. Good times!

That's all for now, I hope you got something fun out of this! Still got loads more art to share but I'll save them for another time. Next round I'll bring in my first submas comic!

[darksoul6444]

Haiiiii friend!!!!! :D

If I may ask, what's your drawing process like? I've seen your speedpaints, but I do wonder what layer types you use and such :P

Sure ^^

I made the last post i made as a speedpaint. For it to be a example :0

First of all I'm using IbisPaint

1. Sketch

Just making general sketch how I would like it to be etc.

Here I just made one 1 but sometimes I made sketch on sketch if the first one is too messy.

2. Sketch Flat colors

Making seperate layer and coloring the sketch

3. Checking proportions

I'm not doing that much always. Usually just checking if everything is alright and if it's not moving with liquify pen. Here I did a bit more. I made another layer painted on everything in red and then moved everything.

4. Setting lightning on sketch.

Now I'm setting lightning on sketch to visualise and reused some of the lightning layers later.

1 layer multiply.

I choose the main color for the lightning. Here was dark blue. So I made whole canva that color. Set it to multiply. (Idk how much % I set here because later I merge layers) I usually set layers opacity here like 15%-50%. To be honest it depends. Just lower the opacity.

1 add layer

I made main yellow lightning from the lantern. Set it to add. Lower the layer opacity.

5. Merging sketch layers

I merge sketch and sketch flat colors layers together. And lower opacity.

6. Sometimes lineart i guess??? Sometimes fuck lineart and colors

Usually i turn off layers from nr 4 here

I really hate lineart so I'm not always making it :3

Here really depends if my sketch is really clean. (They usually not)

If they are:

I overpaint on it make it clean. In someplaces making lineart to some elements from scratch. (Here example eyes.)

If they are not but lineart is in a huge focus:

I just make lineart

Pain

If they are not but it's not a huge focus:

I use a brush with outline

Really depends but I usually mixing those 3 steps

And ofc doing flat color

7. Setting down the atmosphere ?

I turn on nr 4 layers which are lightning.

Here if I like i add more multiply and add layers if I want.

And adding things

It really depends to be honest

Here I added some leaves

To not make them the main point of focus I blured them. Filters in ibispaint -> Blur -> Gaussian blur

8. Lightning

Add layer on add layer on add layer....

Multiply layer on multiply layer on multiply layer....

To be honest this is the best explanation because I used add and multiply like crazy. Depend but here I had at least 5 add layers and at least 7 multiply.

But let's try disassemble steps.

Main add layer:

Main lightning for example here tips of the fingers. I use almost white like yellow but not white.

Another add layer:

Under the main add layer I use 20% airbrush (btw this is the main brush which I use a lot). Set it to add. It's to make less hard edges. I think you can see on hair the best.

Multiply layers:

I made multiply layer and make everything darker. I usually use dark blue or purple. If the lightning is more daylike i use dark red.

If something is not dark enough I just made another multiply and use a bit darker color then before. Later if not enough do it again and again.

Other add layers:

If i'm not satisfied with lightning so far. I add some yellow with 20% airbrush. Just like multiply do it again until it's alright.

9. Lightning part 2 elements

If I had some elements for example here leaves.

I duplicate layer with them. Choose the layer which is under the other one.

Filters in ibis -> Adjust color -> Black and white

Usually making it black with it but there are some situations when I use white.

It's just for the shadow

Next after making it black move the layer a bit. Lower the opacity.

10. Merging everything

11. Having fun with filters

Here there should be just 1 layer. Duplicate.

Blur:

Choose the layer above.

Filters -> Blur -> Gaussian Blur

Set the opacity on 5%-10‰ something like that

Now duplicate the first layer again (not the blur one) if I said duplicate later I mean the same layer

Noise:

Now u should have 3 layers. Choose 2 one.

Filters -> Artistic -> Noise

Adjust and lower the opacity

Duplicate 1 layer again

Gradation map:

Filters -> Adjust color -> Gradation map

Set the map u like. Here I used yellow, purple one. Mostly I use the basic one which is red blue.

Set the layer to overlay and lower the opacity

Not everyone has gradation map. Parallel gradiation is a great alternatve. It's in draw section.

Those are the usually 3 I use everytime. But mostly I'm just playing with it and checking what's best.

The other ones which I sometimes use: Anime background, glitch, chromatic abberation, retro game, bloom, stained glass.

And it's the same for those like with gradation map

Set overlay and lower the opacity

As you can see in a speedpaint here I struggle to choose xd

12. Merging

Merge everything again

13. Playing with brushes

Here I choose some brush and add finishing toches

Sometimes i add some dots, sparkles etc.

Depending on what I do I set the brush layer on add, multiply, overlay, screen, hard light or soft light.

Sometimes I also use glitch or chromatic abberation on the brush layer.

Here is a example in speedpaint.

I used rain like? I guess brush. Set add. Filters -> Artistic -> chromatic abberation. Duplicate layer. Set the one below to blur. And that's how I made the efect. Erase with 20% eraser the ones which are to bright.

14. Finished ^^

I think i explain everything

At least I hope so

Anyway thanks for the ask have a great day ^^

[swe3tcoffe3]

STEP 1: THE LINE

(Before we begin, I will add a disclaimer. I AM NOT A TEACHER!! This is just a bundle of tips, warmups and practice techniques I do in order to improve on my art, that I've decided to collate in a series of posts on the off chance someone else may also find them useful. I recommend you also do more research into this on your own as these posts are mostly just meant to be used as a starting point; I don't intend to go deep into the nitty gritty details such as how the way you hold your pencil affects your linework or how the quality and thickness of paper interacts with different mediums such as charcoal or pen.

Personally, for more in-depth tutorials, I'd recommend Proko on YouTube, I find him really helpful whenever I'm struggling with something.)

Almost every piece of art out there consists of lines, so naturally for this series I felt like there was no better place to start than by explaining how to draw one. It may seem rather redundant, or even stupid, to bring this up but I think it's important for many reasons.

I also believe that informed practice is much better than blind practice, so I want to spend a little bit of time explaining why it's good to be able to draw clean, clear lines.

Having a solid and strong foundation in drawing lines will make everything else that comes later on much easier, and to illustrate why I made this diagram.

The images on the left were drawn using smooth, broad strokes, and have generally good line quality; it's very clear what it's trying to convey. The images on the right were drawn with more feathered strokes and as such look messier, which the more complex the object is, the harder it is to understand and look at if it's drawn using these feathered lines.

Now you might be wondering, "what if I want my work to look messy?" and that's perfectly fine. Chaotic linework can look really beautiful when done well, but to look as good as it could possibly can, the chaos needs to be well-coordinated and following the general form of the object. Which can only be done if a clean sketch has been made beforehand that an artist can then draw over in a darker color, which means even with chaotic linework, an order is still needed to make sense of it all and to maximise the effectiveness of it.

Now that you understand just how important clean linework is, we can now jump straight in to how we practice lines.

What you want to do, to practice accuracy and longevity, is make two dots, and try your best to connect them with as straight a line as possible. You can then make use of a ruler to measure this accuracy. Repeat this as many times as you want (I prefer to do this for about 3-5 minutes, roughly). This is a simple and effective way to improve at your ability to draw straight lines without the help of additional tools, and doesn't take too long to get into it.

Another useful method I found was creating three dots, and then making a fan-like shape with the lines to connect them. I find that this has helped me grow more confident with making lines in alternate directions and overall training my maneuverability when drawing.

Once you get the hang of straight lines, I recommend you start practicing other line types too; not every drawing consists of solely straight lines after all.

Your line types are usually referred to as the CSI lines, and almost any image can be broken down into these specific types. As a result practicing them can make it easier for you to draw almost anything, and to do that repeating the straight line exercises, but drawing S or C lines instead is a great start, as repetition helps to build your muscle memory and familiarize yourself with what you're drawing more.

This specific method is one I'd recommend if you're up for the challenge, but continuous line drawings also really help force you to be more confident in how you draw your lines in general. Once you've put your pen or pencil to paper you can't lift it up until you've drawn your chosen image to the best of your ability. Don't worry if it doesn't look exactly like your subject; your aim here is only to improve at the way you use lines.

Continuous line drawings also come with the added benefit of helping you understand the underlying shapes of your subject more intuitively, which will help for much later on (and is also the topic of another post, we won't go into much detail about that here).

So, that's great! You have the tools you need to practice lines better! But informed practice is always better than blind practice, so how do you know you're actually practicing the RIGHT way? Well I put together a handy little acronym that I find has helped me so far, and that's ASA.

It's pretty memorable and usually lets me see where I went wrong when creating a piece.

"Analyze" is where you simply look at the image and start asking questions. What went wrong? Why did it go wrong? What should it ideally look like? Looking at similar references and comparing what you've drawn to what it should look like really helps here. Using the example of lines here, you may find that sometimes you accidentally curve them a bit too much, or that they're a bit too dark.

Now that we've identified the problem, it's good to start working for a solution. This is what "Strategize" is. How you aim to solve the problem is entirely dependent on the nature of the problem. To solve curved lines, for example, you may try and practice with a ruler and then trace over these lines without it to better train your precision or muscle memory. Or you might try to draw with your shoulder more instead of your wrist to allow for longer lines and more movement. Finding tips, tutorials and just experimenting to find what works best for you is ideal when finding a strategy to work on a flaw.

Finally, we have "Actualize", which is simply just putting your ideas into practice, and consistently. This doesn't mean everyday of course, that's not feasible for most artists out there and you shouldn't unnecessarily pressure yourself in this way if you can't do it, but doing it repeatedly over a stretch of time will eventually cause you to get better.

[rreyie]

can I make a request for a reader x connie x jean x sasha fic where reader eats out sasha (or vice versa) and jean and connie are just watching? excited to see what you do with this one 👀

YES YES YES! i’ve been debating doing something like this for a long time but doing sexual stuff with these three could be so much fun :)))

afternoon snack

summary: you eat sasha out while jean and connie watch

warnings: nsfw- voyeurism, exhibitionism, pussy eating, fingering

a/n- hey luvs! this one was a fun one to make but i had no clue how to end it, so i gave this a shot! also this is my first time writing about wlw content, but i tried my best! hope you all like it!! :)))

you had no clue how you ended up here, it just happened.

you, connie, sasha and jean were all hanging out in your bedroom. connie was splayed out in the floor, pillow beneath his head as he read a comic book, jean on a chair sketching something, and you and sasha laying on the bed as you braided her auburn hair.

out of nowhere, your hormones got to you. you pictured yourself between her legs, eating her out as she called out your name like a prayer. your cunt clenched at the thought, feeling a pit grow in your stomach.

so, you started sneaking in some curious touches. around her neck, her waist, even underneath her boobs when you knew for a fact that neither of the men were looking. your fingerpads ever so gently trailed over her clothed abdomen, going a bit lower every time you came back for more.

it was jean who first noticed it- after all, he’s amazingly observant. he could see your hands trailing along her waist, the way sashas mouth was slightly open and the manner in which you looked at her, like it was some well kept secret.

“having fun over there?” he growled. “you don’t have to be all lovey dovey in front of us.”

he tried to act angry, maybe even a little bit disgusted. the last thing he wanted to see were his two girl best friends fucking each other, right?

wrong.

he could feel his pants tighten a bit, cock waking up due to the sudden corrupt thought. quickly, he placed his sketch pad over his crotch, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

your cheeks turned warm at his words, sashas cheeks also turning flush at the statement. your embarrassment soon faded away, seeing the bulge begin to form in his pants.

“hmmm...your little friend down there doesn’t seem to agree with you”, you snickered.

now jean was the one who was red in the face, connie looking up from the comic book to see what the commotion is about.

“the fuck is going on?” he asked.

“sasha and y/n are literally touching each other while we’re in the room.” jean grunted, hoping that his very obvious boner would go away soon.

connies eyes lit up, a smug smile forming across his face.

“okay, okay. i’m sorry if i sound like a pervert but can you guys like... eat each other out?” he asked. “i’ve never seen girls do it, i’m kinda curious.”

“what the fuck connie?” jean asked. “that’s sick-“

“i’ll do it”, sasha says, a growing heat forming in her stomach. “only if y/n agrees though.” she wouldn’t admit to it, but the fact that her two best friends would be watching her give you a little bit of taste turned her on.

you nod. “sure, let’s give these horny fucks something to watch. connie, pull up a chair.”

connie and jean looked at each other with confused faces, but were they going to protest to this? absolutely not. connie hurriedly pulled up a wooden chair with salmon-colored cushions and sat next to jean.

sasha rested her head on the headboard as her hands slid down to her hips and began to remove her pants by the waistband. you helped her out by practically ripping off her shirt, revealing her toned abs and rather large chest that was hidden by her bra.

you could’ve sworn you saw connie drooling while he watched you remove sashas bra, jean beginning to palm himself while you fiddled with the clasp. the white bra fell on the mattress, sashas pale tits now being exposed to everyone in the room.

if connie didn’t have a boner already, he did now. jeans boner only got worse, now feeling the precum trickle out of the head and down his shaft.

sasha pulled off your shirt as you threw it into a random corner of the room, and you discarded your pants along with it. your heat was throbbing at this point, a stain of arousal lining the bottom of your panties.

now you knew sasha was a boob woman, and every single time you showed her your breasts they never failed to amaze her. but this time, she quite literally ripped the bra off of your body with a hunger you’ve never seen in her before. maybe it was the fact that people were watching.

she gave your breast a quick nip before you pushed her against the headboard once again. out of the corner of your eye, jean had a devious grin on his face while connie just gave you two a little smile. both of them were starting to jerk themselves slowly to the sight, both tips red and veins protruding through their shaft. both men had impressive sizes.

now sasha was prettily laid out on the bed, those braids you had made earlier now messy and tangled. you moved your head in between her soft thighs, which she gave you a squeeze with.

you started out by just dipping your tongue in between her folds to collect the juices you had made beforehand. she had a good taste to her, slightly salty and smooth. she tugged at the sheets, letting out a small moan.

you quickly found her clit, inflamed and needy. you gave it a little flick with your tongue.

“oh- more, please...” sasha begged. “need your tongue...”

you looked up from in between her legs, and gave her a pompous smile, your dimples showing along the corners of your mouth. your chin was wetted with her slick, and oh boy was it a sight to see.

without warning, you plunged a finger into her tight hole, sending her hands flying into your locks. sasha moved her hips slightly as you moved it back and forth around her, getting a feel of her soaked walls. she was trying to hard to feel full, but failing miserably.

“nother’ finger”, she gasped. “please- please y/n...”

you stuffed another finger into her greedy hole, just touching on her sweet spot that sat along the bottom. this sent sasha into a frenzy, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, that was now empty with not thoughts except pleasure.

you continued to lap at her soaked cunt, like a little kitten drinking milk from its bowl. though you may have been content at the moment, sasha was becoming continually unhinged at your constant movements.

jean spat on his hand and continued to fist his hungry cock while connie rubbed the tip of his own, spreading more precum along his swollen tip.

sashas thighs began to tremble, you could tell she was nearing the edge. you’d like to tease her, you really would, but now wasn’t the time. you could tell the men were awaiting sashas climax, hoping to cum with her as their fists wrapped tightly around their cocks. their pace was fast, and you needed to hurry things up.

your fingers practically went into overdrive, curling around her sweet spot as she yanked your hair. her tits jiggled ever so slightly as she let out a gasp, followed by a moan that bordered on screaming.

as soon as you knew it, your girlfriend was creaming around your fingers, the milky fluid dripping off of your fingers.

jean and connie hit their climax too, as their white cum spat out of their tips in ropes. connies eyes were rolled to the back of his head, both men were panting as they rode their orgasmic wave out.

“shiiiitt”, jean exaggerated. “that... was fucking hot.” he looked down on his hand and laughed at the load of cum that stained him.

“made me bust a fucking nut too”, connie added in. “what time is it?”

you checked the clock that rested on your nightstand. “bout’ noon. better start heading down to the mess hall.”

sasha seemed to put her clothes on rather quickly, not saying a word to you, or anyone else in the room. you found this questionable, she was normally chatty after sex- telling you what she liked, what she wanted to do next time, all that.

“you’re awfully quiet”, you say to her. “what’s that about?”

sasha sighed. “getting horny makes me hungry, remember?”

you nod. now that you thought about it, sashas appetite skyrocketed after she climaxed. no wonder why she was so quiet.

you four all walk out of the room as if nothing happened, the only mention of what you did came later that night.

“hey, quick suggestion”, jean said. “can we like... do that again? what we did today?”

you and sasha both blurt out a “yeah”, laughter following while you all walked down the hall.

[honklore]

hello! i just found ur blog and omfg i’m in love with your writing style! may i pls have some soulmate au hc’s for a reader who’s an artist? (i’m indecisive so you can choose who the hcs are with!) so like (insert cc u write for here) has got paint stains on his hands and like assorted sketches and stuff on his skin all the time from his soulmate. ty so much!! :]

masterpiece | quackity

(gn reader, quackity is the loml, reader is so talented but v messy, chat teases q to no end, quackity is the biggest softie in the world but refuses to acknowledge it, plantain slander)

listen to: rainbow connection (cover) by sleeping at last

sweet quackity :((

it starts when he’s eighteen, and it happens like almost immediately

he got these splotches of purple on his hands and his mom was like ?? are u getting into fights ?? are you okay???

and q rlly doesn’t mind aside from the weird questions when the colors are a little too close to red or purple

but!! nowadays mostly you just sketch w a pen

it’s during your classes usually,,, ur an art history major and you need something to occupy your hands (which is actually why you started drawing in the first place)

so during the day quackity will acquire lil sketches of famous paintings,,, or sometimes originals,,, but they’re always washed off before the day is done

sometimes random art facts/theories/studies but he has no idea why someone would write him about van gogh’s use of color

*cue u aggressively scrubbing your skin in the shower bc you always forget how permanent the ink is*

quackity is sort of... hesitant when it comes to writing on his skin. esp with streaming, he’s scared that fans will react badly ,, that negative thought keeps him at bay most days

but sometimes he writes lil notes on his legs,,, where chat won’t see anything ,,,, and they’re always either rlly sweet or rlly weird

(hope ur having a good day)

(hey bestie :P )

(soulmate my beloved)

(will u be the howie mandel to my dr. phil)

that last one made you genuinely worried for your future

badly drawn picture of a duck holding a briefcase (this is me)

which confuses you but as he draws more, you begin to associate him with ducks, and sometimes the duck wears a tie, and sometimes a beanie, and one time he had a giant blue axe which kind of concerned you

but you digress

when you get stressed u finger paint

and it’s just a way to create chaos and feel the cold paint on your skin like idk it’s relaxing yknow :)

quackity is streaming

and he doesn’t realize what’s happening. he’s reacting to attaway general,, and he’s kind of invested

it’s only when he pauses it to make a point that he notices

and he tries to hide it but chat notices right away

panicked!quackity

it’s not that he doesn’t trust chat he just knows things can get negative quickly and he wants his space to be free of that

but someone donates “artist q?”

and quackity lets the joke run

he stands up and pulls the mic super close to his mouth

“i’m in my artist arc chat! nihachu watch out >.>”

“CHAT WE’RE POPPIN OFF I AM A PAINTER NOW I PAINT”

it’s literally so silly bc q knows that chat knows but they’re letting him do his bit

and later that night he checks twitter and artist q is trending, but quackity’s soulmate is also trending

it’s all mostly supportive, and there’s already some rlly endearing fan art of quackity with paint all over his hands

quackity private tweet: ❤️❤️❤️

and he gets a lil confidence boost after that

answers questions abt u on his alt

tells the story of his mom thinking he was getting into fights

“guys paula is still my number one and my soulmate will just have to understand that”

“we already agreed we would both reject each other for taylor swift chat it’s fine”

answers donos and doodles on his hand

which he can do now bc chat knows!!!!

(you’re so talented your honor)

(have you ever seen attaway general?)

(charli d’amelio is in it)

(charli d’amelio is in it shit dixie sorry)

and you’re like !!! it’s on my hand !!!! it’s not hidden at all !!!

this image is so endearing to me like you’ve got paint stains all over your hands and quackity’s scrawl is filling in the empty spaces like he didn’t want to interrupt your work

duck with a beret, a mustache, and a paintbrush (this is me now)

ik he is going to share the most mundane things in a way of showing his love

(i listened to this song the other day)

(i bought a literal plantain today those things are big as shit)

(update: not good :/)

(i’m writing lore)

(i have an exam tomorrow)

just :(( sweet quackity wants u to know every little detail abt his life bc he wants u to know him

and you reply when u can

(added to my playlist!)

(i like plantain chips but i’ve never had the fruit alone)

(rip buddy :/)

(lore? like fnaf?)

quackity finds out you know extensive fnaf lore and the two of you stay up arguing about which is worse: the bite of ‘87 or the bite of ‘83

both of your legs look like newspapers that night and it takes a lot of scrubbing to get all of those off

one day you’re painting smth and quackity randomly gives you his discord

(add me and we can watch game theory together and see who is right)

the two of you end up watching it and getting in call with each other

when you hear his voice it’s like everything falls into place

he fills in all the empty spaces,,, answers all the questions you didn’t realize you had,,,, and he’s so wonderful that you find yourself missing him dearly whenever he’s not on call with you

you join him in calls on his streams sometimes like for jackbox or when he’s cooking

“CHAT MY SOULMATE IS A CHICA KINNIE”

you stop joining him on calls on his stream /s

but chat loves you and always takes ur side over q’s

you get tons of followers on your art account and you even get to sell some of your paintings!!

ur new favorite colors to use are blue and yellow i don’t make the rules

but everyone starts to catch on and they find it really sweet

you catch up on quackity lore solely for him and declare yourself a c!quackity apologist

you’ve definitely retweeted the meme that’s like “if villain bad why hot”

when u guys meet quackity kisses your forehead :((((

when you

a drawing of two ducks holding hands (this is us)

thank you for the kind words and for requesting !!!

[munsnz]

I’m Not A Princess — Cedric Diggory

Warnings: None!

Summary: You’re a 6th year ravenclaw who lives in the books and studies of Hogwarts. As you pushed yourself to strive for the best for your pureblood famil, you catch someone’s eye, someone who you thought never watched you.

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

Note: I no longer write for Harry Potter,, I’m sorry :(

Lydineo Radio: Lovers Do — The Brummies

Masterlist — Requests open !

A mess. That’s what you considered yourself as. As a 6th year Ravenclaw, you seem to have a messy life as a pure blood as well. Your parents set high expectations for you and so you never got anytime to hang out with your best friends, Fred and George Weasley, the pranksters of the school. You three were such an unlikely trio in the school, but clicked so well. It was a wintery day in Hogwarts, a typical day at the library while everyone went to enjoy their Hogsmade weekend. You picked up your herbology and potions books, you walked to the entrance and saw that the library was closed due to a few bookcases being blown up. You knew who did that for a fact.

“Looks like the Miss Know-It-All missed out on her session huh?” A pair of familiar voices called behind you. Fred and George, your best friends since third year.

Hitting both of them with the books, you nudged them, “Stop this! I have to study and my parents-“

You were shushed by George’s finger being placed on your chapped lips, ”Oh come on! You’re the only gal in our year who doesn’t have a Yule ball date!”

Hearing that made your stomach drop, you forgot. Your mom had bought you a pretty silky rose-gold dress to wear, you hadn’t thought much of the event since you were caught up on finishing extra credit work. Realizing, you quickly grabbed George’s hand and asked, “Will you come with me?”

”No luck princess, I’ve got a date,” He shoved your cold hands away.

”I’m not a Princess, George,” You pushed his shoulder.You turned to Fred, but before you said anything he answered for you.

“Sorry love, I’m bringing Angelina,” Fred pat your back, giving a smile, “Maybe Diggory would be your next pick?”

You scoffed at the words at the thought of Cedric Diggory, the most popular Hufflepuff. He was also a Triwizard Competitor, he could never go with someone so..... different like you. You shook your head, “Please, Cedric is so out of my league. You two were my lowest standards.”

”Ouch!” They both synchronized and playfully place their hands onto their chest, signaling that they were “hurt” by your words. You waved goodbye and headed back to the common room where it was your home. As you walked over there, you realized that you were so different and disconnected to the social community at Hogwarts. No one hardly knew you or what you were although you were a pure blood witch with a high intellect. Tears filled up in your E/C colored eyes, dripping one by one, holding your books tighter you sat down in the courtyard full of bumbling first years. They all turned to you and were somewhat feared you. You gave a comforting smile and began your study process.

After half an hour later, you noticed a group of girls as in Cho Chang, Marietta Edgecome, and another girl whom you didn’t know that were cheering her on while they walked towards a group of boys. You had thought Cho Chang was going to the Yule Ball along with Cedric. I mean, she had everything, popularity, friends, the looks, and the smarts. Maybe you have been asked out by two guys, but turned them down due to your lack of studying for assignments. Seeing them talk, made you feel left out. You had been friends with Cho, ever since first year. But when she slowly grew into popularity, she seemed to may have ditched you, leaving you alone by yourself until you met Fred and George.

As you stated at the group, you haven’t noticed that the group of guys pointing at you and laughed. Seeing them laugh at you, made you get up from the bench and flipped them off to run away. You heard the faint voice of Cedric Diggory calling behind you.

”Come on, leave the poor girl alone.”

”Ooh does Diggory like her?”

”Haha, imagine??? Wow look at his standards go down!”

Those words hurt like a buttcheek on a stick (Jkjk), it made you feel extremely insecure and charge towards the hallways to find an empty place. Hearing footsteps behind you, made you run faster. The person behind you caught up at tugged on your thick robes, almost making you fall.

You met your eyes with a chocolatey brown pair. Cedric Diggory, THE Cedric Diggory was looking for you. Avoiding to overthink, you snapped out of your thoughts and looked at your shoes.”What do you need? And for your information, I’m not doing anyone’s homework at the moment.”

”Oh, I didn’t come to ask that,” He let go of your robes that were tangled between his fingers, “I’m sorry about my friends, they just think life is about popularity, and looks.”

Did he pity you? Was he trying to make you feel bad? The thoughts were rambled in your head and you shuffled a few feet away from him. “You pity me don’t you? You just feel bad for me because I can’t be like any other girl in the entire school.”

”What? Of course not,” His voice was gentle yet firm, it sounded like a sweet melody. The words that tumbled out of his mouth were like pretty notes being played. As you wondered, he held out a notebook, full of your drawings. Your drawings. Oh no, you were screwed. He smiled, “I didn’t take a peak.”

”Thanks I appreciate it,” You shivered and snatched the book out of his hands. You flipped through the pages to check if everything’s okay.

“Yeah, anytime.”

There was an awkward silence between the two of you. The sound of the students speaking rang in the empty hallways where you were. The crisp wind blew through your brittle hair, it seemed like the world stopped for the two of you. You breathed and just gave him a small grin. “I guess I’ll see you around.”

A weird instinct came to you to open your sketchbook again to look at your drawings, the papers full of sketches and drawings of people, book, scenery were presented below your eyes. As you skimmed through it, you found a green piece of paper with a strange lettering on top of the drawing of Fred and George.

Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me? - C.D.

Watching the note in your hands, you were shocked and read it about twenty times. You have never talked to him, only once because Cho asked you to tell Cedric something about her reciprocating crush on him. You turned back to see him giving a sheepish smile directed to you.

”I thought you asked Cho,” You began from afar, telling him to walk next to you.

Soon, he catches up to you, he proceeded to talk, “I never asked her and slightly persuaded me to. So I decided to bring someone like you. You’re really intelligent from what I’ve seen and have such a humble personality coming from a pureblood. I really liked you but never got to talk to you.”

Those compliments you were getting made you a tad nervous, you have never heard someone talk to you like that. It made you feel special, welcomed, and warmed. Smiling, you glanced up at him, “Wow, thanks. And sure I’d love to go.”

“Spectacular! Can’t wait to see the Princess awaken in you,” He joked, fixing his scarf being wrapped around his neck.

”I’m no Princess Diggory,” You went upstairs to the Ravenclaw Portrait entrance.

”You will be and you are already,” He smiled as you pat his shoulder to leave.

”Thanks Ced,” You smiled and went inside to your common room. As no one was anywhere beyond your sight, you began to squeal and jump up and down. You didn’t believe it and ran to your room, now maybe these last years of your studies at Hogwarts weren’t going to be so bad after all

[ink-the-artist]

Its a lot harder to do with traditional art but I'd love to see progress shots of your colored pencil stuff its so neat

I wanted to wait until I had progress shots to show before answering this and I took some as soon as I was starting a new colored pencil illustration, which was the Pepto Bismol one I just posted. Gonna put a keep reading cut here bc this’ll probably be a bit of a long post lol. 

I don’t have any kind of strict process I always follow, I just do whatever works best for each specific drawing, so I kind of just took a pic whenever I finished anything that felt like it could be it’s own “step.” Also keep in mind I worked on this during different days, different times of day, and different locations, so the lighting will be pretty different throughout the pics here which will affect how the colors look and the overall quality of the photos, I did the best I could with the changing lighting.

First step is the graphite sketch. Since I’m focusing on the colored pencil part of the process I didn’t document the process of sketching, just the final outcome

I go over the sketch with a colored pencil, I usually use a lighter color so that the lines you’ll see in the next step are lighter and not going to be noticeable when the drawing is all done, and I’ll go with a color that would be found in the illustration so that it doesn’t look unnatural wherever it may show through (I chose pink because, Pepto Bismol)

then I go over the whole thing with an eraser, only the graphite erases completely while the colored pencil stays, even though it dulls a bit. This is so I can still have a sort of outline to color in without having to worry about graphite mixing with the lighter color pencil colors and muddying everything up (it also just cleans up the sketch a lot which makes everything easier to work with)

then I start putting some of the colors down while also adding some basic detail that I’ll color and shade along later. I also go over the lines again just to make sure everything is shaped correctly, but I’m using the base colors of whatever the object is because I don’t actually want things to have outlines later on

I’m kind of mapping out the colors now as well as shadows

(also I finally found a use for this super bright neon pink colored pencil I have lol)

I’m basically just continuously layering on more color and detail, making sure to go light to dark. I mostly work on everything evenly rather than meticulously finishing one area after another but I was a bit more meticulous with the pepto bismol tablets just because they were the most detailed part of the illustration

I pretty much color the borzoi last because it’s the one white thing in this image and I want it to sort of “reflect” all the colors that will be around it and you can see I’m still adding new colors to the background as I go along

adding some green, Im basically trying to get a black without using black by layering opposing (is that the right word?) colors over each other, it makes it so that the black still looks like a natural part of the image because it’s made up of the colors in it, and it gradients toward the foreground better. I’m also doing the same for the nose and lips of the borzoi

finally putting some more color down on the borzoi, both giving it a base color and making the shading more defined

added the pepto splash before I layer any more color on the background. Also in just about every step here I’m continuously touching up the pepto bismol tablets, maybe a bit too obsessively

adding more colors from the background to the borzoi as well as shading it some more

adding more green (and some dark blue) to the background and floor to darken it some more, and again to the borzoi

I blend some of the lighter areas with orange-yellow, dunno if this is a real technique I just like the kind of glow effect it has and I do it a lot in my drawings (basically layering light colors over dark ones and sort of pressing harder with the strokes to blend/smooth everything together while giving it an almost glowing undertone of that light color)

still layering colors to darken everything up

Only at the very end I use a white colored pencil, I haven’t used it at all so far. I give the borzoi it’s fur texture + its whiskers, basically using the same method as earlier when I blended the yellow into darker colors by pressing harder with the strokes, here the strokes are just fur-shaped. I also add some highlights to the metal bowls, the splash of pepto bismol, and the nose and mouth of the borzoi with white colored pencil and a tiiiiny bit of white gel pen (a really tiny bit, basically a few little dots here and there)

oh and I added the “Pepto Bismol” writing to the pepto bismol tablets (or as close to writing as I could get)

also at some point in this step a mysterious black line appeared on the drawing that I couldn’t get rid of :( but its ok I just removed it in photoshop later lol

then I just take as good a pic as I can and touch it up in photoshop, this is for getting rid of flaws like that weird black line as well as to make the photo resemble what the drawing looks like irl as closely as possible, I’ll usually have the drawing next to me so I can reference it while editing the photo to make sure it looks like the real thing. 

also in this step I usually crop the image both to hide the messy edges and to give it a better composition.

you can see how different all these pics look from each other (in terms of lighting and quality) let alone from the final piece, which is why the editing step is important lol

hope this is helpful!

[whosmorales]

Heya are requests open? I really want to ask a spider noir x reader. The reader loves showing noir all kinds of colourful things, mostly painted scenery she made herself. One day he finds a sketch of him asleep, when he tells the reader she becomes flustered and everything cute and fluffy please. Thank you so much!

A/N: Omg that’s so cute aaaah I’m melting 🥺💖 I know I haven’t posted in forever but this is so cute and I have a ton of ideas I’m working on rn :) !!

Work of Art - Spider Noir x Reader

Warnings: swearing, oblivious reader

“Shit” you muttered as rain started to come down. You and Noir had been walking home from a mission and as if the bruises and cuts all over you weren’t enough, it just had to start pouring rain.

“Language y/n.” Noir said monotonously.

“Sorry, sorry.” You said in your most sincere and sweet voice, before grinning cheekily under your mask and standing on your tiptoes so your faces almost touched. “I meant to say Fuck.”

Noir shoved you playfully, and even though you couldn’t tell, he smiled fondly at you laughing at your own joke. “Come on, we gotta get to Aunt May’s place. Peter B is probably worried sick right now.”

“First of all, you know Peter B is definitely not worried sick. He’s probably off on a date with MJ in his dimension or something. And second of all, let’s just spend the night at my flat or something. It’s closer, and it’s already getting dark.” You said matter of factly, giving him a light push on the shoulder.

“Fine.” He muttered over dramatically.

Besides, the Aunt May of your dimension would always make jokes about how you and Noir were head over heels for each other. But it didn’t matter, ‘cause those jokes were just stupid. Right?

You guys walked in comfortable silence until you arrived at your flat a few minutes later. You opened the door and felt a little bit of embarrassment wash over you when you saw how messy it was. Pencils and paint bottles sprinkled the floor, half finished paintings covered your desk, and your sketchbook rested on your bed. You groaned in embarrassment and walked in and attempted to clean up at least a little.

Noir picked up a bottle of paint and tilted his head in confusion. “This is....green?” He guessed.

“Nope.” You replied as you grabbed your colored pencils and shoved them into your pencil case.

“Purple?”

“No.” You stifled a laugh at his absolute confusion over the paint.

“Blue!” He said with so much confidence that he sounded like one of the characters on scooby doo figuring out who the bad guy is.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “Look, if I tell you what color it is, will you chill out?” You smiled.

“Sure.” he said with full sincerity.

“It’s orange. Thought you’d figure it out since you’re a detective and all.” You stated boredly.

“Very funny.” He said sarcastically, pulling off his mask. Because of the rain, his hair fell in its natural state, with messy waves falling over his forehead. He caught you staring and instinctively pushed his hair off his face, running his hand through his hair.

You mirrored his actions and took your mask off, wincing when it made contacts with the cuts on your face. Noir’s eyes went wide at the sight of you without a mask on.

“What?” You blushed as he scanned your face with worry.

“Your face is covered in cuts, y/n.” He stepped closer to you, lifting his hand to touch your face.

Time seemed to freeze for a brief moment when his eyes met yours, with his calloused hand grazing your cheek and your faces only inches apart.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, his voice was soft, almost in a whisper. You took in a shaky breath and shook your head no. He nodded curtly and removed his hand from your cheek and the tension in your body faded, tension you hadn’t even realized was there.

Noir, on the other hand, had walked over to your desk to admire your paintings.

“Did you make this, y/n?” He asked, looking between you and a painting of a sunset sky, eyes full of admiration behind his thick glasses. You nodded, a slight blush growing on your cheeks. He smiled softly and looked to the painting. “It’s beautiful.”

You blushed harder. “Thank you.” Your voice was slightly shaky. He turned back to make eye contact with you and you guys stayed like that for a second. He smiled at you with softened features and pushed his glasses up before turning away.

You broke the silence. “Um, I was gonna make some food, so if you wanna get cleaned up while I do then you can.”

He nodded and you grabbed a towel and passed it to him, pointing him to the bathroom. He walked out and you buried your face in your hands. Why did he have to make you so flustered? It’s not like you like him or anything.

You grabbed two packs of instant ramen and put them in the microwave, even though it was already almost 10:00. Now left alone with your thoughts, all you could seem to think about was Noir, the way his hand rested on your cheek, wondering if he does that when he kisses. God, you have to snap out of this!

You stirred the ramen and heard the bathroom door open and close. You looked up to see Noir, in just the white tee shirt and boxers he’d been wearing under his suit and you absolutely totally 100% did NOT stare when he put on his glasses and ran a hand through his soaking wet curls of hair.

You handed him his ramen and grabbed yours, sitting on your bed to eat. Noir slowly sat down next to you, as to not spill his ramen.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” Noir asked, his tone hushed. He rested his hand on yours, causing you to tense up. “You’ve been awfully quiet doll.”

You nodded, still not turning to face him. “Yep. Just a little tired.” You ate as quickly as possible.

You guys ate in silence and you sat up as soon as you were done. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” You said, finally turning to face him, forcing a smile, but the smile became genuine when he smiled back and nodded.

You turned on the shower, letting the water rush down your body, cringing whenever it came in contact with a cut. You closed your eyes and hummed it yourself as you washed your hair.

As soon as you were done, you changed into a black tank top and a comfy pair of sweatpants. You peeked your head out the door of the bathroom to see Noir at your desk.

“What ya doin there Peter?” Your voice was sweet and gentle, as to not scare him. He turned around and grinned widely.

“Painting. I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed a canvas for it.” He said, showing you a painting of a sunset he’d done. It was similar to yours, except instead of being in shades of pink and orange, he’d used greens and purples.

You smiled widely at his painting, and then him. “I love it.”

His smile got even wider, if possible, before it was interrupted by him yawning. “I hope you don’t mind doll, but I think I should get to bed, it’s been a long day.”

You nodded gesture to your bed to signal he could sleep there. “I’ll join you in a bit, I just have to clean up.” You said, and by the time you’d finished your sentence, he was already passed out.

You cleaned up the paint spilled across your desk and grabbed your sketchbook from next to Noir. Your eyes flicked between him and your sketchbook and you had an idea. You sketched him, including every freckle, every stray curl of hair, every scruffy bit of stubble. You’d been drawing so long that you’d lost track of time and by the time you checked the clock, it was 12:30 in the morning.

You yawned to yourself, setting down your sketchbook and plopping down next to Noir, who sighed in content when he spider sensed you next to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

Your spider sense woke you up that morning to see Noir, reaching for your sketchbook. In one swift movement, you jumped up and attempted to grab the sketchbook, before he caught your hand in his.

“Give it back you fucking asshole.” You muttered, hoping you sounded intimidating, though your voice shook with worry.

“It’s just a book, isn’t it?” He asked, his curiosity now growing from your arguing against it. Noir grabbed it with both his hands and gently pushed you away as he flipped through the pages.

His face softened as he saw the drawing of him. You’d made him look so beautiful, so peaceful. You attempted to grab it back from him, now jumping up to grab it. You finally decided on shooting a web at it and got it, but Noir only grabbed it back so the two of you were now connected by the sketchbook.

His gaze on yours was soft, not angry like you worried it would be. You contemplated just letting go and letting him have it. You’re staring at each other, and his eyes flick between your eyes and your lips.

He frees his hands from the sketchbook, and cups your cheek in one hand, just like he had when checking on your cuts yesterday. The other hand rests on your waist, which he uses to hold you so your bodies practically pressed together. He gently pulled you closer so your faces were only a few inches apart. You freeze and he presses his lips against yours. You kiss back almost immediately, and the sketchbook falls to your feet as you free it to let your hands run through his hair.

You guys pulled apart for a moment to rest your foreheads against each other, your breaths short and your faces smiling.

“You’re a work of art y/n.”

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

New Beginnings (Part 8)

*Not My Gif*

Post Date: 12-30-19

Paring: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Word Count: 1.7K

~Master~

~New Beginnings Master~

After everything sitting on an airplane next to Peter just calmed you down. It was like finally got the chance to breath after that hell of a field trip. The lights of the plane were barely one, just enough so no one would trip down the walkway as you leaned on Peters shoulder, watching a random movie Peter put on. You didn’t really mind though because whenever something funny happened on the screen, Peter would chuckle and you got to hear one of your favorite sounds.

Peter looked down at you on his shoulder, your eyes barely open as he focused on your breathing. It soothes him as he placed a kiss on the top of your head, his cheek filling the spot soon after.

“Peter?” You muttered, half asleep as Peter hummed. “Can I call you my boyfriend?” You felt dumb asking him that after everything but with your half asleep state, the words just came out. Peter felt the flutter in his chest and he knew his cheeks were bright red. He was thankful that you couldn’t see him right.

“Y-yes! I uh, i mean, yeah. I-I’d like that.” He cursed himself for stuttering but you just swooned, grabbing his hand in yours before you fell asleep completely. Your phone buzzed on the tray table front of you as MJ sent you a message on Instagram. Peter didn’t mean to look but he couldn’t help himself.

MJ sent you a picture she took of Peter and you on the plane. You and Peter just happened to of glanced at each other at the same time and MJ caught it on her phone.

He looked over his seat to a couple rows in front of you to where MJ sat smirking at him. He blushed even more as she gave him a two finger salute, finishing it off with a wink as Peter chuckled.

“What happened?” You yawned, looking at the screen for something funny. Peter just squeezed your hand, brushing the hair out of your face.

“Nothing Babe, just go back to sleep.” You let out a smaller yawn, your head falling closer to Peters where he could feel your warm breathing on his skin.

“Ok... love you.” You fell asleep the moment the words escaped your mouth but that didn’t stop Peter from kissing your forehead.

“I love you too Y/N.” He whispered before letting you rest for the rest of the flight.

The airport was pretty full when you all filed out of the plane. All of your friends trying their best to stay together until you were out of the terminal.

“Hey.” Peter pulled your arm, getting you to stop walking as he stood in front of you. You smiled knowing exactly what he was doing as you climbed onto his back, your arms falling down his shoulders as he held your thighs to keep you up. You giggled into his ear as he smiled to you, giving a quick kiss before catching up with your friends. MJ raised her brow at you as you stuck your tongue out, getting the girl to laugh before you spotted a few of your classmates families.

Peter slid you off his back as he grabbed your hand, getting you to stop walking more. “You sure no one else has figured it out?” Peter asked you as he glanced over at MJ.

“Yeah, I mean MJ’s too observant for her own good. And it’s not like anyone really pays attention to you.” You shrug as Peter gave you a tight lipped smile.

“Ouch.”

“I mean, except for me.” You backtracked as Peter blushed.

“Aww. Thanks.” He squeezed your hand and you nudged him.

“You guys are so cute.” Betty said behind you as you turned around to see her and Ned come up. Your hand was still locked with Peters as you wrapped your arms around his arm, effectively keeping him in your hold as you thanked her.

“You know, we should go on a double date!” You told them. Ned and Betty just shared a look, making your smile fall a little.

“We broke up.” They said at the same time as you shook your head, biting back a smile.

“What? No! Why?” Peter asked as Ned explained that men and woman grow apart and how the journey they share will always be a part of them. It didn’t help your laughing problem as Betty cupped Ned’s cheek and you hid your face in Peters sweatshirt.

You and Peter watched Ned and Betty leave before sharing a look, neither of you having any words as you walked to find May and Pepper.

“Pepper!” You shouted when you saw her and Morgan waiting on the outskirts of the group. Pepper put her hand to her chest as you jogged over. “I’m alright! I’m alright.” You assured her as she pulled you into a hug.

“Thank god.” She sighed in relief as she let go, letting Morgan take her place.

“Hey Morgan, miss me?” You asked her as she hugged your legs, keeping you from moving as Peter walked over.

He put his hand on your back to get your attention. “I’m gonna go find Aunt May.” He said as you nodded, letting him kiss your cheek as he left.

Pepper just grinned at you as you avoided her smirk. “So you and Peter, huh?”

“I don’t want to have this conversation right now Pep.” You blushed as Pepper nodded, not saying anything more as you all headed to the car outside.

“I always thought you two would be cute together.”

“PEPPER!” You pleaded as she put her hands up in surrender before putting Morgan in the car. You glanced to your side, seeing Peter and May hugging as she waved behind his back. You gave the woman a smile, returning the wave before Peter and her got in their car and you got in yours.

You barely got back to the tower before Peter was texting you.

Peter: so I just remembered I still have to have the talk with May and Happy...

Peter: wish me luck

You giggled, tapping Happys shoulder to get his attention. “Are you busy after this?”

“Uh, no I don’t think so, why?”

You just smirked, patting his shoulder as talking your spot again. “Stop by Peters.”

Happys face fell at your comment, looking in the mirror as you texted Peter.

Y/N: I just told Happy to stop by. Good luck spidey 🕷

Peter texted back, telling you he promised to take MJ for a spider swing later since she had been bugging him since she figured it out.

You finally rolled up to the newly constructed tower, biding Happy goodbye (and good luck) as you sent him on his way to Pete’s.

You made your way up the tower, stopping to say hi to anyone you saw before you finally made it to the living room.

You jumped onto the couch, turning the TV for background music as Morgan came into the room.

“I missed you, Miss Morgan.” You told her as she jumped onto your lap.

“Just don’t leave next time.” She began to play with your hair, as she sat in your lap. “Can I braid it?”

You nodded, moving to prop yourself up on the couch arm and letting Morgan stand behind you, pulling your hair out of the messy bun you had it in so she could braid it.

“Promise you won’t pull?” You asked her, flipping open your sketch book as you turned to look at her.

She gave you a cheeky smile. “Promise!” You went back to your sketches, feeling Morgan run her hands through your hair. Occasionally she’d pull it, but then she’d apologize and giggle.

Your phone had chimed so Morgan grabbed it off the coffee table for you having seen Peters name pop up. “Thanks Mo.” you said as you pulled the selfie Peter sent you.

It was of him flipping through the air on his way to pick up MJ. You couldn’t help but smile at your dork of a boyfriend.

Y/N: Don’t text while flying ❤️

“He’s whipped.” Morgan said as your jaw dropped open, looking back at your younger sister. Morgan just gave you her little 5 year old smirk as she leaned on the arm of the couch.

“He is not! And how do you even know what that means?!” You shouted as Morgan just laughed with a shrug.

“Mommy told me Daddy was whipped when they first started dating.” Again your mouth hit the floor before you started to laugh controllably.

“Pep!” You shouted as you pulled Morgan into your lap, your art book and braid long forgotten as you tickled her sides.

“What’s going on in here?” Pepper asked when she saw the two of you on the couch, Morgan’s face beat red as she barely tried to get you to stop through her laughs.

“You told her what whipped means?” You asked the woman as you and Morgan calmed down, big smiles on both of your faces.

“Oh please, she figured it out herself.” Pepper told you as you turned to look at Morgan who covered her face with your sweater.

“You liar.” You teased, poking her in the ribs softly as she squirmed. Pepper couldn’t help but smile as she watched you, knowing that if Tony was here he would love the sight of his girls together. She pushed away the thoughts of Tony before the TV caught her eye.

“Y/N.” She spoke barely loud enough to get your attention as she grabbed the remote off the table, turning up the volume. “Y/N!”

Your ringtone went off as you grabbed it, seeing Peters name and answering as you looked towards Pepper.

“Y/N, turn on the news!” Peter screamed into the phone as Pepper pointed towards the TV, bringing a hand up to her mouth to cover it as Morgan shouted Peter.

You were very confused as you stayed on the phone with Peter, hearing Morgan tell his name, and seeing Peppers reaction while you looked towards the TV.

“Peter!” Morgan yelled once again as you dropped the phone on the carpet. Peter’s school picture popped on the screen along with the words ‘Spider-Man’s identity revealed’. You scrabbled to grab your phone, standing up and knocking Morgan off your lap as you spoke into it.

“What the fu-“

A/N: There is one more part and I’ll probably post it tomorrow just to finish this series before the New Years! I actually wrote the next part before this one so I’m officially done writing this series and I’m so sad! I’ve had such a fun time with this series in particular just because the movie was so amazing and Peter Parker is just so perfect.

Let me know what you think!

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[m-ziliak]

Do you have certain materials you prefer? Like a certain type of paper, pens, etc.?

If you’re practicing, use the cheap crap! Use printer paper and ballpoint pens and RoseArt and Reeves! Always practice with the cheap stuff and save the good quality materials for when you know what you’re doing. For stuff I prefer for myself now... Paper. When working in sketchbooks I really like Canson Mix Media. It has some tooth to it and I really like that. I also work a lot with markers and it holds up to them really well. I have Strathmore Mixed Media books, too, but they’re really smooth and I’m not very fond of that. Seems like it would be better for blending, but I always feel like the pencil or ink is going to smear or feather. For comic book paper I really like Canson as well. Doesn’t bleed, doesn’t feather, I just wish it had some more layout markers. (Though I can just do that with a ruler.) Pencils! Been using Prismacolor Col-Erase for a long while now, usually in Light Blue and Carmine Red. Please note that Carmine Red doesn’t erase well and is kinda a pain in the butt. I used to draw in Non-Photo Blue, but it was too light when I was inking and I’d have a hard time seeing my sketch and scanners would still pick it up. If I’m doing warm-ups, thumbnails, or just sketches I’ll use anything. Normal pencils, ball-point pens. Anything. Pens. For inking I usually go for Sakura Micron. Comes in a bunch of sizes and I go through them like candy. They can handle a decent amount of work, have pretty durable nibs as long as you’re not stabbing the paper. I also like their brush pens for filling in. I used to use Copics as well for inking, but they were too expensive to upkeep and I  didn’t really like how they felt. (I had the metal ones that you could refill. Heavy pens.) I also used to use Stabilo and I kinda hated them. Did my first comic with them and it looks like shit. Feels like holding a pencil, though. I might try them again now that I know how to use pens better, but for now I’ll stick with Sakura. Oh! I also use Sakura Gelly Roll for white ink, but I’m not super fond of it. I just need it for fixing mistakes. I’ll look for a better white ink pen later. Markers! If you wanna get into markers, use Ohuhu. They’re cheap, they dry out in a year, and they come in a ton of colors. Good to practice with. Right now I use Copic Sketch and I like them a lot. I have some that have dried out too soon, so I might try to revive them again, but overall I like them. They blend nicely, they don’t usually feather or bleed too bad, they come in a verity of colors. I like them. I’ve also used Faber-Castell, they’re okay. I’m not really fond of them. They never seem to dry out which is nice. Don’t blend very well, but that may just be me. Sharpie I hate. Never got the hang of them. Hate the smell, hate the colors, I don’t like Sharpie. I know other people that can make them work, though, so that’s definitely me. Other art stuff! I use Mod Podge to glue things, usually paper to whatever I messed up on so I can re-draw it. Bad idea. don’t use Mod Podge to glue things. Coloring over it will also make it look weird. Get a quark-back metal ruler. Keeps the ruler from slipping around. I have a cheap glove-thing I got for free when I bought a tablet to cover my hand and keep me from smearing stuff. I used to have a SmudgeGuard brand one, but the elastic gave out on it and for some reason the woman who ran the store didn’t believe I had small hands so she sent me the wrong size with a letter that an adult can’t have hands that size. I may try to sew my own one day. But it does keep the pencil and whatnot from getting messy.  Computer stuff?? For taking photos and posting them to Insta, I use SnapSeed for fixing contrast and white-balance issues and LINE Camera for editing out stuff like eraser dust or little things like that. For digital art I use Photoshop CS6 and a really out-of-date version of GIMP. Like, so old. Super old. I don’t actually have a scanner and haven’t for a long time now, so I can’t really do any digital art. I’d like to get back into it, but I’m also VERY rusty. I never draw digitally and I should really try to get better at that. I want to try out Clip Studio Paint, but that’s a bit expensive for something I don’t know if I’ll like so maybe I’ll use their free trial. Drawing tablets I’ve used have been a Wacom Graphire3. From 2004. It was a good little tablet until it died. I have a little Wacom Intuos. It has a giant scratch on the surface, but it works fine. If I do any digital art, I usually do it with that. I also have a Huion Kamvas GT156HD. I hate it. It worked properly once and never again. The wires are a pain in the ass, setting it up is even MORE of a pain in the ass. It’s constantly running in the background for no reason, the pens can’t hold a charge, and it freaks out if you have drivers for other tablets installed. No matter how many times I uninstall and reinstall drivers it never works right. It’s a pain to change pen settings, I just hate it. Haven’t used it for two years or so, it was a huge waste of money.

[sketchy-saram]

Night on the Ship

Just a little writing piece I wrote the other night thinking about Felix. It’s mostly written from the perspective of Wren, who some might know is Felix’s sister, but it’s very much about Felix too. xD  Hope you enjoy, I’m very rusty as usual~ (May reblog later with art, but I left my freakin’ apple pencil at home, so this is what you get for now.)

((Advieh is referenced, but by male pronouns--at this point, Felix had only met them once, before they were known to be NB.))

Wren knew her family was different from other families. They sailed around the world in a pirate ship, for one thing. Not a lot of other families she knew did that. At least if they did, they were trying to get somewhere specific, like a new country, or a new home. Her family lived on the ship. Sometimes they would dock for a while--a week, a few weeks, or even a couple of months--but in the end, they didn’t stay any of those places. Their ‘home’ was more likely to be the wildly-rocking hull of an ocean-battered ship than it was a bed on solid land. 

It wasn’t better or worse than other people’s families, of course. Just...different. After all, Wren enjoyed getting to see new places. Sometimes the food wasn’t something she liked, or the smells took some getting used to, but it really was exciting to see just how similar-yet-different the people were. Her favorite part was definitely the fashion--she had a secret sketchbook hidden under the floorboards where she would sketch all the different clothes they came across.

So anyway, all in all, she had seen more of the world than any other kid she had met, and she would be lying if she said that didn’t fill her with a bit of pride.

Her family was different in other ways as well. She knew that she and her brother were adopted, even though she didn’t remember anything about her other parents. For her, ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ had always been the ones she had now; their faces might not look like hers, but that was only a minor detail. But her brother Felix was her brother through and through, which would have made him the most ‘normal’ thing about her life…

If only Felix himself wasn’t also pretty strange.

For one, he knew how to do magic, which...well, it mustn't be all that rare of a skill, as their mom could do it too (and their dad, although he could only light a fire, but he was very proud of that,) but Wren couldn’t seem to summon any magic at all, so to her it was rather unusual. 

For another, although he was seventeen now, Felix never seemed to act the way anyone thought he should act. The crew would always joke around with him as if he were an adult, elbowing him and joshing with him about adult things that ‘she would understand when she was older’. Her brother would good-naturedly agree and laugh along, but as far as Wren could tell, he didn’t do any of the things they were referring to. He hardly ever drank, and only smoked sometimes--Wren didn’t like that, so she thought that was why he didn’t--and he spent most of his time on the ship with the rest of them. When they docked, all the sailors would go out into the town, ‘to celebrate’. Every time they invited Felix, and although he often went with them, he was always back in time for bed.

Felix was there now, in his bunk below Wren’s, although she was nowhere near sleep; probably why she was thinking about such things. Although it was dark, the lights from the lamps reflected in and cast shadows on the wooden walls. They weren’t scary, but very familiar--this had been her evenings as long as she could remember. Almost all twelve of her years.

“Hey, Felix. Are you awake?” She said it softly; so softly it was barely a whisper above the gentle ‘whoosh’ of the waves slapping the dock outside. 

There was a minute, and then:

“Yeah. Why are you awake?”

“Can’t sleep.”  Immediately comforted by his voice below, Wren wiggled under her blanket and let her head hang over the edge of the sturdy rope hammock. Her braid, which was becoming very long now, hung halfway off as well. Felix chuckled.

“You almost hit me with that thing.”

He was, Wren thought, supposed to be quite handsome. Though she seldom had other girls to play with, now that she was twelve, she found herself beset by ‘friends’--that was, other girls who merely wanted to get closer to Felix. They constantly talked about how good-looking he was, as if that had anything to do with her. Ha! As far as brothers went, Felix was pretty good, but he was still annoying sometimes. She didn’t see the attraction. 

“Why don’t you ever stay out at night when we dock?”

“That’s a strange question for the middle of the night.”

Wren shrugged, as best as she was able from her position. “I was thinking about it s’all.”

“There’s no reason to stay out, I guess.”

That seemed like a perfectly reasonable answer, but she couldn’t help thinking about what the other sailors said; about what her brother’s admirers said.

“Do you think you’re ever going to get married, like mom and dad?”

Another quiet laugh. 

“Your brain is busy tonight.” She thought maybe he wouldn’t answer; the cabin was quiet for a long moment. Then she heard him roll over and sigh.

“I don’t know. Maybe? Does this question have anything to do with the first?”

Wren felt the first inklings of embarrassment, but shrugged them off. This was Felix, after all. He always said they were the most important things to each other. She deserved to know.

“Maybe. The men sometimes joke about staying with women. Or other men. They stay with them off the ship. Don’t you ever, uhm...want to stay with anyone?”

This time there was no laugh, and when Wren craned her head, squinting in the dark, she thought her brother might actually look...a bit embarrassed? His ruddy cheeks were pink; even his scar looked flushed.

“Gods Wren,” he mumbled, and ran a hand through his long, messy hair. “Ugh. I need a trim.”

“Mom will do it for you.”

There was more silence. 

“Do you have someone you like? You know...like-like?”

With a creak of old wood, Felix’s feet touched the floor, and Wren had to duck back as her brother’s head was suddenly up by hers. He stood leaned against the timbers holding up their hammocks, and his warm whiskey-colored eyes shone a bit in the light.

“Do you have someone you like, Wren?” He said it softly, but still, the idea had her blushing furiously, and she pulled her blanket up instinctively, as if to physically block out the question.

“Me?! No! Of course not! That’s gross!” 

Her voice was still a whisper, although it was a vehement one. If anyone, especially their parents, heard such a thing, she probably would die of embarrassment. Felix smiled again at that, and gave her braid a tug.

“Then why all the questions, truly?”

Wren thought about it. She thought about it hard. She was tempted to shrug; to say it was nothing; to roll over and try again to count holes in the ceiling until she finally fell asleep. (She already knew there were 55 above her bunk, but the counting usually helped.) But for some reason, being up so late, just the two of them awake...it felt like the best time to talk like this. 

“You don’t want to be here, do you?”

Felix blinked, nonplussed.

“I can tell, you know. You sometimes look far away, like you’re thinking of some other place. When mom and dad say where we’re going next, you always look sad, just for a second. Do you want to go away from us? Is there somewhere else you want to be?”

He continued to play with her braid, but it seemed like an unconscious gesture. Maybe he felt it too; the weirdly candid mood that the quiet nighttime laid before them.

“I...don’t want to leave you. Don’t you worry about that. I’d never leave you behind.” 

Some part of Wren relaxed, just a bit. 

“I guess...mm. I don’t have a place I want to be, per say. But…” now he looked sheepish, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I do have someone I, uh...wanted to see again. Maybe. Someday.”

That was a surprise. Suddenly alert, feeling more awake, Wren sat up as quickly as she dared while trying not to smack her head.

“You do?” Her brain raced, trying to think of who her brother might have met that he was so eager to reunite with.  “Who? I had no idea! You never said anything!”

“Quiet,” he hissed, putting a hand over her mouth. He removed it again almost as quickly when she licked it. “Ew!”

“Tell me who,” she demanded, and he grimaced, obviously regretting his decision to tell her, but the curiosity was too strong.

“Just...someone I met a long time ago. Back in Vesuvia. I, uh...I just wonder about him. I wonder what he’s up to. It’s not...Not that big of a thing.”

But Wren wondered if that was the truth. Clearly wanting to end this line of questioning, Felix wiped his slobbery hand on his pants and ducked back down, laying back in his hammock to the sound of creaking timbers.

“Do you think about him a lot?”

“...Here and there.”

“Why?”

A small sigh. “Because he seemed lonely.”

Lonely. Sometimes, Wren thought her brother might be lonely. It didn’t make sense to be lonely when he was surrounded by people, but that was what it seemed like. Being lonely wasn’t something that Wren liked. She splayed out again, a foot dangling off the side of her hammock, and tried to imagine if her parents weren’t there. That hurt. She tried to imagine further--if Felix wasn’t there--but that one was unimaginable. 

The ship gently swayed; they gently swayed with it.

“Do you think he misses you too?”

“I doubt it.”

She felt a flutter of indignation, but by this point sleep had begun to creep up on her, and her eyes closed against her will.

“I don’t think that’s true at all. I would miss you if you were gone...”

The silences between their conversation grew longer and longer, and while she waited for a reply, Wren slipped into sleep. 

Felix, however, was still awake, arms behind his head, looking out the small porthole in their cabin. He couldn’t stop the wistful smile as he thought about the boy from years ago, whose red hair never seemed far from his mind. What would he look like now? Was he still reading books about running a Kingdom? Or was he actually running Vesuvia at this point? Was he remembering how to have fun? 

How silly to have such a fascination with someone he only met for one day so long ago, he thought, but the smile stayed even as he closed his eyes. What was it he said? He liked croissants. Felix had never tried his hand at baking, but how hard could it be? Maybe he could learn to make those. He would ask his mom tomorrow, he thought...maybe when she was cutting his hair…

Then both siblings were lost to dreams...dreams that were not so different from the dreams of other people. They dreamed about those they cared about most. 

And they dreamed about home.

[coffeecomicsgalore]

A Night to Remember

Let the dance begin.

Ao3

Chapter 19 – Meeting her Prince

Tikki watched from her little hiding spot as Marinette readied herself for the dance. Sabine was sitting on her chaise with Marinette propped in between her legs. She ran a comb through her daughter’s damp hair, removing the knots that had formed after her shower. She gathered the tangle-free locks and tied them up into a high ponytail, then wrapped the locks around into a very pretty, but slightly messy bun. She allowed a few frayed tendrils to surround Marinette’s face and then pinned a few bobby pins to lock any unwanted strands in place. A spritz of hair spray and a bushel of red roses pinned to the side of the bun later, Marinette’s updo was complete.

Marinette stood up and sauntered towards her mirror and noticed what her mother had done. “Oh, maman. It’s perfect!” Her eyes started to blur with a bit of tears accumulating at the rim. The stress from the day had tried to creep through her tough exterior, but the comfort of her mother being there and helping her prepare eased her enough to calm the tension. But sometimes, even the littlest of emotion comes through.

Sabine walked up to Marinette and brushed her cheeks with her thumbs. “It’s a good thing your makeup hasn’t been done yet or you would be a mess right now.” She giggled. Marinette chuckled along with her. “Come now. Adrien will be here soon and you still have to finish.”

Marinette started on her makeup as her maman grabbed the dress that was hanging from the closet door. She gave it a once over, looking for any loose strings that may need to be touched up before Marinette put it on. When she was sure everything looked great, Sabine walked to the jewelry box and scoured through the pieces her daughter created. A simple silver necklace with a single pink diamond would look great against the open space above the sweetheart neckline of the dress, especially for a dress as involved as the one she will be wearing, and a silver tennis bracelet would be just enough to make the dress pop. She gathered the two and showed them to Marinette which she simply smiled at the choice and nodded in agreement.

Once her makeup was completed, Marinette slipped on her dress. Her dress was one that she designed the night that Adrien asked her out and sketched it out the moment he left her home. She wanted to wear something that represented her, and now that she knew Adrien was her Chat Noir, she wanted to make something that he would love too. It was an off the shoulder A-line black dress with a sweetheart neckline. Her collarbones peaked through the dress as the lace sleeves started and sat comfortably on the edges of her shoulders until they stopped at her elbows. The lace top fit her figure perfectly and stopped at her waist before the satin skirt billowed out and ended at her knees. To separate the two types of fabric, Marinette stitched on a crimson ribbon belt with the ends tied up into a perfect bow and sat perfectly on her left hip. She completed the outfit with black strappy kitten heels.

Sabine watched as Marinette smoothed out her skirt and looked over herself in her mirror. She looked at her tearfully, watching her daughter all grown up. “Marinette, you look absolutely stunning.”

Marinette turned as she saw the soft look on her mother’s face and smiled back at her. The sound of the doorbell and two husky voices talking started to make her heart race up in anxiousness. Sabine trudged to her daughter and rubbed her arms in soothing motions, reassuring her that everything will go smoothly from this point on.  

“I’ll be okay maman. I’m excited, that’s all. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be down shortly.”

Sabine nodded and headed down to the living room and Marinette could hear the cooing voice towards Adrien. Marinette looked back to the mirror, spinning around once more to make sure everything looked perfect, and sighed with happy relief. Tikki zipped out from behind the computer monitor and snuggled up to her chosen.

“You look absolutely adorable, Marinette! Adrien won’t know what hit him.”

“Thanks, Tikki.” She giggled as she opened her clutch to let Tikki in. “Come on. Let’s go meet our boys.”

-----

Marinette was ready to meet her prince.  She walked over to her desk and found the two masks that that they would both wear tonight. She grabbed them and made her way to the hatch and took one last heavy breath before walking down. Not wanting to trip over her own feet, she made her way down slowly as she watched her step, holding on to the railing with a steady grip. The moment she looked up and saw him, her breath hitched and her mind froze.  

Marinette.exe has stopped working.

Adrien looked breathtakingly handsome.  He was dressed in his father’s design, a black striped suit fitted so well along his lengthy body; it reminded her of the gangster movies of the 1920s. He had gotten so tall over the years, now stretching close to a foot over Marinette.  The suit complimented his black shirt and was adorned with silver buttons.  His shoes were just as spiffy – a shiny black shoe with a silver cat emblem adorned to the back. His hair was slicked back, allowing his long tendrils to fall towards the nape of his neck. He wore a fedora with a crimson feather, fake of course, that had a black ribbon with a thin strip of lime green in it that sat at the brim of the hat. Finishing the look was the crimson tie that Marinette had given him, the same deep red color that matched the belt on her dress.

She finally reached him and let go of the breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

He reached out to her hand and bowed, rubbed his thumb across her knuckles before placing a sweet kiss to it. “You are absolutely and pawsitively beautiful, my purrincess.” His smile stretched from ear to ear.

Marinette blushed. “I should say the same to you, my prince.” He stood up slightly, allowing his lips to brush against hers before she delved in a little further, deepening the kiss for a moment longer than necessary. They smiled as they pulled away.  

He looked down at her hand and noticed the black lace domino masks that matched the lace on her dress. They were cut, stiffened, and formed to their specific face shape. “Oh Marinette, these are amazing.”

She giggled as she handed him his mask but then held on to his shoulder for stability. He tilted his head in confusion as he watched her eyes trail to the floor. Marinette kicked up her leg behind her body to showcase the little piece of Chat Noir she had been holding out to surprise him – little mock bells tied to the side of her strappy heels. His eyes glimmered with so much love for his lady. He still couldn’t believe she spent weeks designing and sewing this dress. It complemented her Ladybug persona while giving the hint of his Chat Noir. It was perfect. Exceptionally fitting for his princess.

Tom and Sabine walked over to them and gushed on how perfect they both looked together. Their outfits were amazing and complimented each other perfectly, while their smiles showcased the love they have for each other.

After a few photos, some hugs, and ‘see you laters’, Adrien held out his arm to whisk his lady to the ball. “Are you ready to have fun, my lady?”  

She smiled and wrapped her arm around his. “I’m ready for a night to remember.”

-----

Adrien stood on the stage alongside Nino as he brought up the playlist for the night. Making sure the music played through all the speakers after the Lila mishap earlier, Nino bopped his head as he watched Adrien stare out across the dance floor.

“She looks good, dude, and you don’t look too bad yourself. Must be the model in you or something.”

Adrien chuckled at his jab. “Yeah, yeah. You clean up good, too.” Nino wore a simple black suit with a white button down. He wore an orange bow tie to match Alya’s dress and a pair of black high-top sneakers. He finished the look with a simple black mask and a black fedora with a green ribbon. The boys needed to match somehow. “If I wasn’t dating Marinette, I would ask you out.” Adrien winked as he eyed his friend up and down.  

Nino nudged his shoulder. “Sorry, dude. Dating Alya and all. But I love you anyways.”

“Bro hug?”

“Bro hug.”

---

Marinette looked around the gymnasium and was thankful that things were running smoothly. The guard Adrien hired reported no issues, Mdm. Cessaire was able to bring in the food under the discretion that her team were the only ones to handle the food so no intentional meddling was involved, her maman and papa were already set up and ready to hand out the sweets, and Jagged Stone and Kitty Section were able to set up their instruments with no loss of expensive equipment (sans one drumstick). The only addition to the gymnasium was the new large photos that were now posted along the walls.

Adrien walked towards his princess, planting a kiss to her temple. “This looks great. Alya did a fantastic job with the additions.” He chuckled.

Marinette screwed her lips as she looked at the photos. “You know, we haven’t had an akuma in a little while. I have this weird feeling we will be seeing something tonight.” She looked up at him. “That something is going to be Lila, you know.” Adrien could only nod in agreement. “Just keep your guard up.”

“You’re running this whole show, Marinette. You don’t have to keep those photos up. This isn’t like you to just go along with a plan like this. I know you.”

Marinette just shook her head. “No matter what, she’s going to walk in here and see that things have been fixed. I don’t believe she expected us to find out until we got her and scrambled to piece things together before the guests arrived.” She sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “That girl just needs to be stopped.”  

Alya walked towards her best friend as the room started to fill with people. She looked gorgeous with her hair up in a high pony tail as the hair fell gracefully against her back. Her ombre chiffon dress was perfect against her skin tone, starting with the white in the halter top until it gradually reached orange at the knee. The top was fitted around her curves with the halter snapped at her neck with a pretty mock bow at the nape. She wore a white domino mask, orange pumps, and a silver bracelet.

Soon, spurts of friends walked in and admired the transformed room. Marinette greeted her friends at the door and cooed at how everyone looked in their outfits.

Alix walked in first with Max. She asked for something more her to her style – a pant suit sans suit jacket. She wore a white one shoulder style top that crossed over from one shoulder to the under the opposite armpit. A green and pink stripe followed the same direction but started right under her armpit and crossed down to midsection. She wore black wide pant legs with green and pink stripes running along the pant seam. She finished the look with a pair of black ballet flats. Max looked just as nice with a white button down with a green tie, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. They both wore green domino masks.

Juleka and Rose walked in together hand in hand. Juleka had her hair in a braid that swooped down over her shoulder while Rose stuck with a simple flower crown on top of her pixie style cut. Rose chose a shimmery pink ball gown inspired dress that stopped mid-thigh. She finished the look with simple makeup and her stiletto heels. Juleka wore a fitted purple sleeveless dress that had a black see-through overlay that ended right at the knee. She wore black ballet flats to finish the look.

Ivan walked in with a black suit jacket, gray button down, and black slacks while Mylene walked in a beautiful yellow sun dress. Marc and Nathaniel donned their beaus favorite colors, keeping it simple with button downs and slacks. Chloe went all out with a long yellow ball gown, while Sabrina kept to a teal A-line dress and flats.

Marinette stayed busy as she walked around the room making sure everyone was happy. The music was strumming along and she held onto Adrien’s hand as she chatted with some of the guests. Some of the laughter had slowly died down when a slight hush masked the room. Marinette tensed as she could feel all eyes on her and Adrien placed a reassuring hand on the small of her back to keep her standing upright. The shriek that filled the room was all she needed to hear to know that she had arrived.

[helpinghanikan]

Soulmates

Avengers (and Matt Murdock) x Reader

Sum: Different Soulmate AUs for your reading pleasure. 

Steve Rogers: Name on wrist

           It was just another meeting with the lawyers on Fury’s personal retainer. Four men and women around a table, mountains of paperwork and nothing but droning voices. Making sure that he knew his rights, what people may try to trick him with and that he was a massive entitlement from the government.

           His chair squeaks the farther he leans backwards. Your hands clasp together under the chin, sleeve sliding past the wrist in an enticing manner. Top section of dark gray lettering revealing itself over the dark shirt sleeve.

           Seeing your name on the retainer list was like a shot of caffeine. It was the same spelling, holding his wrist against the small printed name just to make sure. He hadn’t looked at that name since he was woken from ice, assuming who ever he was meant to be with was either dead or close to it.

           He had the chance to check but lost it when all the lawyers nodded instead of shaking hands. For the third time that meeting yours eyes locked for a brief second before looking back down to your papers. By the fourth he was already looking your way and held it.

           Something about insurance, something about past personal affairs.

           From a clasped hands one slides down your marked arm. Cloth gently pulled downwards, showing more and more of skin until the black not-ink was shown raw. You pretend not to notice Steve staring, pretend to be the good lawyer listening to her colleague.

           Steven Grant Rogers

           His chair squeaks while turning. Your spot at the edge of the table allowed for the show. A sigh and he slides down in the chair, it was hot in the room, perfectly understandable that his sleeves be rolled up. Arm returning, palm up, to over his thigh. Same font, same spot was your first, middle and last name.

           Although there was no difference in volume, and impression from the other lawyers, the entire air turned cold. Clasped hands to your face, staring to the lawyers hoping they’d get your mental message of “hurry up and get out”.

           It’d be almost twenty minutes before they got the hint.

Tony Stark: Worlds become color

           He started playing the game in high school.

           “Everyone line up, lets see if any of you get to be Mister or Misses billionaire.”

           For maybe an hour he’d shake hands with every guest willing. An old tradition royalty and nobles did back during the time of swords and mead. The rich still tended to do this, either their child finds their soulmate and they go from there. Or their children became so tired of the years of searching and would give up. Willing themselves to marry within their station.

           It was like a game show for his guests, everyone scrambling for an invite just for the slim chance they see color.

           You were among the regular waitstaff for the Stark parties. A first out of college job while you worked your dreams as an artist. Rich people and their attitudes were always inspiration for your newest piece.

           It was an obvious order that Tony Stark’s hand cannot ever be empty. Black vest and white long sleeves made the staff practically invisible. Anyone near Tony was always ready to replace his empty crystal with a full one. It was four parties into your career with the Starks before you were up next to exchange the glass.

           He didn’t look over when you gently took the empty glass from the top rim. Carefully placing the full glass back into his grip, your fingers touch and the glass shatters.

           He’s brown hair and dark eyes made caramel in the sunlight. His sunglass, ruby red and silver framed, came off in a flash. The shattering of the glass grabbed everyone’s attention, but without Tony yelling (like other guests have in the past) no one made a move to see if anything could be done.

           People talk about meeting their mate and seeing the world’s colors. They talk about who the beauty of the world knocked the wind out of them. They never mentioned how you be left with no idea how to proceed.

           “Hi,” You whispered, starting with an introduction.

           His arm is around your back, pulling your hard into his center, the other held the back of your neck. Hug was tight, his face presses into the side of your neck like a closed mouth his.

Thor: Red string

           Confusion was a word too simple to explain your childhood life. All the pictures, all the story books and movies with the little red ribbons always led outwards. A direction into the world you were destined to follow. Yours didn’t do that, yours went straight upwards.

           “That’s stupid,” you friend said when you explained your ribbon. She didn’t believe you, no one you ever told believed you.

           Throughout your life different theories came and went; that your mate was an angel, an alien or maybe they were just dead. By middle school you knew what you had to do; you had to become an astronaut. Red line was going straight up and that’s where you had to go.

           First time it pointed towards somewhere on earth was a major shock. It wasn’t uncommon for people to take a pilgrimage following their ribbon sometime after high school. You honestly had a plan forming to try and find your fallen angel, but the ribbon shot skyward one morning without warning. It was so sudden that your drink spills all over your clothes.

           You never did become an astronaut liked you had dreamed. Not that you ever needed to, one look on the TV and you saw the red ribbon around the wall of the man with the hammer. Hands to your cheeks, how would you ever get to him?

Bucky Barnes: Injuries

         The moment you find your soulmate you’re gonna kick their ass.

           Walking to lunch your shoulder explodes in blood and bone across the tile. Shock keeps you from the pain but screams of your classmates would ring in your ears for years to come. Sirens, an ambulance ride and your resting in the hospital.

           It was like this since you were a new born. A massive injury would appear, and you’d be rushed to the hospital, then there’d be complete radio silence from your soulmate for up to years at a time. It happened several times throughout your life: blasted shoulder, a cut running from your hip to the knee, busted jaw and internal injuries that had you coughing blood. All of these were followed hours later by a headache that had you screaming.

           Bucky stared at you in horror as you tell the stories. Laughing at your story that was absolute terror at one point in your life and was now a funny story.

Natasha Romanoff: Markings you make they get

           It took some time before your mate wrote back. Years of small messages on forearms and little hearts over the collar bone all to get nothing back. The day your bestie ran up to you with a message of “Hi” in messy ink you almost cried.

           One morning, your senior year, there was a smiley face. Right corner of your mouth; two little lines, a dot and a curved line. The ink was thick, like from wet eyeliner, smearing when you touched it. Immediately a picture was taken. With your blue mascara you drew the smallest butterfly on your non-dominate wrist. It would be hours before they drew another, smallest little smiley on your shoulder.

           That was how your relationship for a majority of your life. They never responded with words to your questions you wrote out. Only little smileys and hearts on your body. Their way of saying; I’m still here, my Love, I’m still alive.

           It continued into your adult life, into your work with SHIELD as a lawyer and into that meeting with select Avengers. Steve Rogers, Vision and Natasha Romanoff, the unofficial representatives of the Avengers to the public world. You sat off to the side, little baby lawyer ready to be asked any question but only acknowledged at the beginning.

           Blue pen presses into your palm. Drawing a large heart and adding the little circles within it’s lines. Glancing up every now and then, making sure no one has suddenly decided you’re worth looking to.

           The swirls venture past your palm and onto your hand. Around the thumb, under the fingers and down to the wrist. You’re a grown adult with a college degree and your doodling on your hand. Realizing this you turn back tot eh table. Straightening up in time to see Miss. Romanoff looking right at you. You look away after making eye contact, only looking back to see her pen working below her thumb nail.

           Two little dots and a curved line appeared on your thumb.

Bruce Banner: First thing said

           “Hello, anybody here?” you spoke years before the big guy, when he was just a regular scientist, working to add to his collection of PHDs.

           “Yeah, over here.” With no pain black ink sketched over both your wrists.

           The interaction was small; you, a professor’s assistant popping in to grab a forgotten file. He, one of said professor’s students preferring the lab over whatever fun his fellow classmates were doing.

           “I just need…these.” You said grabbing the file off the nearby table and went on your way. “Oh, okay, goodnight.”

           That was the extent of your interaction. You didn’t even say goodnight before disappearing into the hallway. It took a few hours before Bruce noticed his arm, for you it’d be the next morning.

           Yeah, over here. Who the fuck said that to you? You greet and talk to so many people at your job, who the hell said yeah, over here to you?

           Bruce wasn’t doing any better, there were several people that came into the lab. All asking around the same type of question if the lab was empty or not. Both of you spending the rest of the week trying to remember.

           It wasn’t until a case of déjà vu that both of you genius dumbasses realized.

           “Hello, anybody in here?”

           “Yeah, over here.”

           The few second silence was the human equivalent of the dial-up noise.

T’challa: Same heart beat

           Yours knees were bruised, hitting the tile floor before the rest of your body. Elbows were next, and then your face followed. Wavering before finishing sideways on the company kitchen floor.

           Most get used to these heart problems early on in life. When your Mate decides to run and jump and play while you have to go to bed, when you visit a haunted house and your mate is probably suffering at every turned corner. It was amazing that yours was still alive, since the start of your adult life, your heart has randomly skyrocketed so many times you had gotten used to it.

           Slowly down, though. Lowering until you were on your knees, that was something new. Hand to your heart your eyes roll back, hitting the ground.

           It was over a day before you woke up. Heart rate began racing again, Nurse looking between you and the monitor, hand on your wrist and asking; “What does your mate do?”

           “Piss me off."

Pietro: Whatever they taste

         It’s two-forty-six in the morning, and you taste seafood.

           Your soulmate must weigh at least three hundred pounds at the rate in which he is eating. From hearty meats to thick pastas in the early morning, late night soups and midday sweets. Mostly candy and ice cream a few times when you’re trying to focus.

           Taking a test and strawberry candy is in the back of your throat. Middle of the work day and you’re drooling over some perfect, medium rare steak.

           You almost felt bad that all they were getting in return were Ramen noodles and microwave popcorn.

Peter Parker: last thing said.

           “I’ll finish it tonight.”

           Something said hundreds of times a day in a high school. Students promising teachers and kids promising parents. Because of this Peter had spent years staying on his toes. Aunt May made it her duty to try and calm her nephew, telling him that “It was okay, that’s long long off.” With his aunt’s kind words, he’s never worried about the writing on his wrist.

           “See you tomorrow.” You had said, project in your arms.

           It would be later that night Peter looked at his wrist. I’ll finish it tonight, he scrubs at it out of habit. Maybe the dark not-ink would scrub away, thus making his soulmate immortal.

           Aunt May sits forward on the couch when he comes out. Hands over mouth, she doesn’t respond to “what’s wrong?” Peter taking a seta next to her, quiet as the feed plays through the small apartment.

           A missed placed screw in a cars engines and the brakes still work, for a time. They give out during that brief dream like moment when traffic is moving. Panic and the driver can’t stop, panic and she veers to avoid pedestrians, head first into a sidewalk where citizens and shoppers had a few second window to run.

           Casualties were in the single digits, they’d grow as the night continued. With the driver clutching his head and sobbing the news caster could only say the cause was still under investigation.

           A memorial was already in the works at Midtown in your honor.    

Stephen Strange: Mark where they touch you first

           Shifting colors from pink, to purple, to blue and into red play underneath your skin and stitches. The surgery wasn’t long, just a small one to remove a screw driver after a serious fall. It was enough that you had to be put under. Waking up hours later with a new glowing side.

           For years you’ve been convinced you’d never have soul-mate. No charcoal black spot on your skin anywhere. Friends with black wrist and dark knuckles, one boy had a perfect handprint plain on his cheek. You’d later find out he was to be slapped by the mother of his three children. You’d lie and tell the world that your mark was “somewhere private”. This only suggested that yours was going to be an unsavory character.

           The colors were faded under your skin. A sunset waiting to escape from the confines of meat and stitches. You had noticed them after waking from the surgery.

           “Who did the surgery?” You had asked the nurse when she popped her head in.

           “I don’t- I’ll find out.” He said quickly leaving the person holding their gown chest high.

           Only one of the surgeons had come out from the operating room with different colors. He was tall, all leg and arm with the right fingers and dark hair. Even back then he had a swagger confidence, one that had you second guessing the choices of whatever paired off soulmates.

Matt Murdock: Danger meter

           8

           One inch below your dominate hand was an eight, written like a scar over the thickest vein. It shifted and changed throughout your life, starting at a one on the day of your birth and growing through the years.

           Never in your life would you think that number belonged to Matt. The blind man who is constantly bumping into things and hurting himself on air. Not many bothered in trying to find their mates, it was honestly almost impossible to tell. You were among those people, choosing your blind boy needing protection over those that fit the number.

           Your arm would be intertwined with his whenever out. Other hand at the constant ready to move or warn Matt about the dangers of the world. You had only ever glanced at Matt’s wrist once, a deep three on his pulse point. This was the average number for an unarmed adult with one or two self-defense classes. All this told you was that it’d be a real fight if his soul-mate ever showed up.

           You don’t see the smirk Matt always had when you take his arm. You sleep too deep to hear the shifting bed and any injury is excused, his smirk coming back as you lecture about he being more careful. You’re only mildly aware of his thumb during the quiet moments. His thumb sliding over the pulse point, slight pressure on the thickest vein, little figure eights over an number you don’t care about.

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Carol Danvers

           Airforce captain Carol Danvers, going under the Alias Captain Marvel was a turning point in… The article only told her name once. The rest referring to both her, and the entire assault party, by their alias names.

           Not that she was really brought up again. Just like almost every cover of the battle it was almost entirely dedicated to Tony Stark.

           You really should be mourning with the rest of the world. Instead your dead looking eyes were switching through the internet. Looking for anything small or large about Captain Marvel. Most of what you found were of military photos, which would mean your destined woman was not only a beauty but a fighter. And the rest were straight up balls of light streaking the sky in the nineties and only a few recently, although no less colorful and powerful. Which could mean your enemy was an incredibly powerful force.

           It might be best to just try and not find out which she was.

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Shang-Chi

In terms of the meter a one means your mate is perfectly safe, cozy, and comfy. While a ten means your mate has a bullet flying right at them. It’s hard to remember the last time your meter was below a three.

This was the number equivalent of being near a large and aggressive dog. In elementary school you didn’t understand what exactly this meant. Only that teachers, parents and adults were always double checking your wrist. Asking how old you were and then letting you go with a sigh. Changing the subject to something more fun.

Eventually you had to learn what the meter meant. Especially in middle school when the meter randomly shot up to eight and stayed there for several months.

Stress and heartache for someone you had never met brought with it dropping grades and very late nights. It also brought with it a new personal and family rule of bracelets and long sleeves. As the only thing that could be done was to have the “out of sight, out of mind” approach.  

[zontiky]

*trips and falls, headcanons spilling out of my pockets* yeah, these are- *tries to gather them up* im just- *they keep spilling* ok im just gonna- *one single headcanon keeps evading my grasp* ok ok i’ll just share the one-

“five and klaus draw together” ah i like this one okay cool, cool let’s go

u remember that piano ben post? yeah well while ben is learning piano five ALSO needs something to occupy himself with, or he keeps forgetting they saved the world and he’s not in the apocalypse anymore

he gets nightmares. all the time. after they go back to 2019 he’s like “alright my work here is done” and then he just crashes

he tries to sleep but all he can see is corpses and ash and more corpses and his siblings shouting at him for leaving even though he didn’t mean to, he tried to get back, and the handler with her touchy hands and everybody he’s killed and it’s so much

so five, being the resident genius, wisely decides to just. not. not to sleep. at all.

he lasts about two days and a half before he collapses walking to the dinner table, and all his siblings are immediately like “five what’s wrong what did you do”

so he explains his perfectly logical solution to nightmares, even though its not like it’s their business, fuck off.

and literally everybody is like five... that’s not.... that’s not healthy you can’t do that

so then klaus is like you know what, fieval, i found me a solution, now you’re gonna be soluting with me.

“klaus that’s not a word”

so klaus tells five that he has nightmares too. and honestly which one of them doesn’t.

but instead of avoiding his nightmares by not sleeping, he draws. he just sketches and paints and splatters and does whatever the hell he wants on any medium

and it helps! it actually helps to put the stuff he’s scared of on paper, or to just draw to get his mind off all the screaming corpses around him.

five decides that he’ll try it. fine. he knows he wouldn’t last more than a week anyway

so klaus takes five to michaels or something (even though michaels is expensive, like damn) and just says “pick a sketchbook and some pencils, also pens and brushes and paints if you want them”

“oh and markers you’re gonna need markers”

but because five knows absolutely nothing about art supplies klaus ends up having to  drag him around the store and list off things and their qualities so five can choose

five tries to get the cheapest things and klaus is like “no five there is no way im buying you paper that thin”

they end up getting a multimedia sketchbook (hardcover because those are the best) and some standard pencils and also mechanical! and pens. klaus sneaks a pack of brush tip markers even though five didn’t want them

(five totally knows klaus grabbed them, but he secretly appreciates klaus doing this for him so if he wants to get them ok. but he’ll definitely try to find a way to pay him back later)

so then five has all these new drawing materials! which is very appealing to him, because of all the neat pencils and paper and it’s just so nice? basically that feeling you get when you go to an office supply store or the back to school section at target 

once they get home it kinda hits five that he has... no clue how to draw.

klaus is like “here i’ll show you!” and just starts sketching?? but that makes no sense to five, like where does he start, which lines are the right ones, how?? what??

so then klaus explains that the whole point of this is to express his emotions. he asks five, “when you wake up from a nightmare, how do you feel?”

five has to think for a bit. “I don’t know,” he answers, and it’s honest. He doesn’t.

“Alright.” Klaus flips to a new page in his own sketchbook. “Then let’s start with this. What’s something you see right now?”

Five looks around Klaus’s room. “The flower pot,” he decides. It’s a new one, with bright flowers in it. Klaus has been sticking flowers left and right throughout the mansion, trying to “make this place less of a depressing hell-hole,” in his words.

“Okay. So now get your pencil, and try to draw it.” He holds up a hand, cutting off Five’s protest. “It doesn’t matter if you’re good or not. Just try to, how do you say this. Put the general shape of the flowers onto your paper. Just lines and shapes, how it makes you feel.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Five points out.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right,” Klaus agrees. “It doesn’t, not really. But try. Just try to draw out the flower pot.”

Five hesitantly reaches for a pencil. He hovers his hand over the blank paper, trying to figure out where to start. He gently lowers the sharp tip of the pencil onto the page.

Light gray lines cross over each other, each one adding a little bit to the flat likeliness of the pot. Soon enough Five has a messy outline of Klaus’s flowers.

“I don’t know.”

“Hey, no, it’s good! I mean, you’re obviously not Van Gogh, but it’s a start. Now how do you feel?” Klaus asks him, looking over his drawing.

“I...” He doesn’t really know. It’s like there’s been a small shift in something he doesn’t quite grasp. “Better, I think.”

Klaus claps his hands together. “That’s good. Now, do you know what you’re going to do, Five? You’re going to sleep with that sketchbook in your room, and if you wake up from a nightmare, you’re going to get up and draw out your feelings. Doesn’t have to make any sense, just get your emotions onto that page. You can add words if you want, too.”

“When,” reflexively corrects Five. “Not if, when. But okay.”

“I’m going to ignore that for now, but just know that you’re concerning. And if you try to skip out on sleep again, I’ll find you and beat you into unconsciousness with a dirty sock filled with pennies.”

“That’s very specific,” remarks Five, standing up and gathering his sketchbook and other stationery. “But sure. I’ll sleep.”

He flashes out of the room, and that’s that.

five has a nightmare that night. it’s not unexpected or anything, but he’s still upset. just as he’s getting out of the post terror funk his eyes catch on the sketchbook sitting on his desk.

he grabs it and starts sketching what he sees from his window, because why not? he may as well humor klaus.

he ends up drawing the moon. it’s the clearest thing he can see

he shows his drawing to luther in the morning. he tells five that it looks great! it’s really cool, how he can draw like that

and slowly five starts to draw more and more. eventually he’s just sitting around the house sketching. he never gets very good, but it’s nice. the scratching of the pencil on paper and the weight of the pen in his hand are comforting

at one point klaus just plops down next to him and starts drawing five. he’s using charcoal, not pens and pencils, and his sketchbook is different. when five moves to go get himself some coffee, klaus just goes “no. don’t move.”

at this point five understands how fucking hard drawing people is so he stays and just watches klaus draw him.

it becomes a sot of Thing they do, just going somewhere new or to the park or something and drawing. either each other or the things around them.

also five really enjoys markers! markers are really great for him, they’re so smooth and the different colors are very nice

five’s nightmares ease up after a while. some of both his and klaus’s pages in their sketchbooks are really dark, filled with things they just can’t stand and things that still scare them even after the danger’s gone

but there are other pages that are sloppy pictures of allison watching a movie, or diego throwing a knife, or vanya and luther trying to bake

eventually five and drawing just become something intertwined. he draws a lot with klaus, he goes to drawing classes sometimes to get himself out of the house

and slowly, things start looking up

(ben sometimes plays piano with klaus and five sitting in the same room sketching. klaus is humming along and five is just enjoying chilling with his bros)

[cupids-bent-arrow]

Hey, would you be able to write a lil fic for when Miles from spiderverse finds a bunch of sketches of him/him and reader in their sketchbook? Some of them doing cheesy things, some that make him look like a meme, and then really detailed ones of him & a sunflower that they as a date later turn into graffiti? Oof uh focus on that first half if it's a bit much, thanks if you can, but if not no biggie🌻

@yellowthumb21

You tapped a tune on the small dorm window and peered inside. You smiled as Miles walked over to the window, the frame squeaked as he popped it open.

“What’s up Y/n?” Miles clasped your hand and pulled you inside. His dorm was messy as usual, spray cans and other art supplies littered his desk.

“Nothing much, still testing out the traction gloves May made.” You take off the black gloves and stuff them in the bag slouching against your waist. Miles plopped onto his bed, stretching his limbs as he let out a loud yawn and his back cracked.

“Cool, cool. I’ve been drawing like crazy coming up with some new stuff, you can help throw ‘em up if you like them.” Miles lazily pointed to his desk before wrapping his blanket around him and groaning. You stifle a chuckle, setting your bag down and carefully making your way to the desk, skillfully avoiding stepping on clothes and other knick-knacks on the floor. You sat on the squeaky chair and pulled yourself closer to the desk, you flipped open Miles’ sketchbook and leafed through the pages. Miles’ art was always so amazing to you, how the colors were so bright and how each line seemed to have a meaning, then as you flipped to the most recent page, you gasped. There littering the page were magnificent drawings of you.

“Miles, Miles you….why did you draw me?” There was a metal clank and a small groan as Miles scrambled over to your side. He slammed the sketchbook closed and tossed it on the top bunk. Both of you locked eyes and he gave you a nervous grin and chuckle as he tore his eyes from you.

“I...was just bored yeah, yeah and I was like why don’t I draw my friendddddd...which.is.you.” He rambled.

You stood from the chair and scurried to your bag, you pulled out  your own sketchbook. You flip open to a page and on that page were many drawings and doodles of Miles surrounded by sunflowers and hearts and question marks. Miles mouth hung open as he ran his fingers along your art, his eyes flickering from the page to you,

“Sooooo. You like me?” Miles rocked on his heels as he waited for an answer. You laughed and leaned over more and more until your lips met the corner of his mouth for a brief kiss.

“Yes Miles. I do like you.”

“Yeah! I like you too!” Miles excitedly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. He smell like spray paint, almost chemical but the smell of light cologne wafted through his clothes. But the embrace was cut short as Miles’ phone went off alerting him of a crime in progress. “Aw come on.” Miles rolled his eyes, walking over and turning it off.

“As they say. Duty calls Spiderman,” You tossed Miles his suit then grabbed your things as you headed towards the door, “hey Miles...be careful.” You turned to Miles once more and he nodded.

“Love you too.”

It was later in the day, Miles came to your house with a backpack full of spray cans and a smile on his face.

“All done with saving the day?” You crack a grin at him.

“Yep. Now let’s go.”

“Where’re we going?” But Miles didn’t answer he just grabbed your hand and started pulling you out into the night. Eventually you both came to a large wall under a bridge, Miles dropped his bag and pulled out his sketchbook he looked over to you and tilts his head towards the wall. It became clear what you where both here to do, you got your sketchbook and grabbed a spray can. Miles did the same, the two of you stood a ways apart from each other, sharing one more glance before getting to work on your art.

It took long into the night but you both finished your pieces, you stood back to admire Miles’ piece. It was the finished picture of you from his sketchbook with hearts surrounding you and Miles stared at what you had finish. It was him. Smiling as bright yellow sunflowers flow behind him.

“I guess this counts as our first date huh?” Miles wrapped his arm around you and kissed your forehead.

“Yeah,the first of many to come.” And with his hand clutching yours, both with dopey grins on your faces, Miles walked you back home and said goodbye. You ran up to your room and flopped onto your bed planting your head in the pillow, as you let out an excited noise and flailed your legs. You could wait for the next date with your sunflower.🌻

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