#i ordered a pen stylus

[lanternlightss]

so um.

hi

(if you can figure out what the nemo nbd means i will give you a cookie XD)

[dailysolangelodoodle]

Daily Solangelo Doodle day#21

this man was meant for the beach

[homunculus-argument]

The reason I like history so much is the way you can see how unchanging human nature is. People have always been doing the same things, with different tools. Ancient Sumerians writing "I am not warning you now in hopes that you'll actually do anything, I am writing this to later prove that I warned you and you did nothing" messages in clay tablets like you'd write an office e-mail. Ancient philosophers talking about shepherds and archers, explaining the exact same problem you had this morning, like they're personally calling you out.

200 years ago, somebody was complaining about Kids These Days burying their faces in books in order to avoid socialising just the same as someone else is now ranting how their children would rather browse their phones than listen to them rant. People were arguing anonymously in the posting boards and newspaper sections just the same as they do on the internet. Someone in the bronze age woke up at 5 am to the sound of toddlers fighting over complete nonsense just the same as someone woke up to the same noises today.

For as long as there have been people, there have been people doing the same kind of things as you. From some dude in a cave with berries for paint, some Roman planning a mosaic on a wall, ancient Chinese noblewoman illustrating her calligraphed poem and some medieval monk decorating the borders of a manuscript and me on my laptop with my stylus pen, we're all just sitting here in our different times and places, wondering why the FUCK are horses so hard to draw.

[theblackfemininesociety]

✨This is your sign to declutter you life:

Start with your socials: Unsubscribe / unfollow the uninspiring, redundant, low frequency content that isn’t adding value to you or a reflection of who you are become. Also, delete or archive any photos that don’t align with the woman you want to become.

Empty out your inbox: there’s no reason why you have 1,000 unread emails or spam text on your phone. Unsubscribe and delete the unnecessary messages and emails! Only subscribe to things that align with the woman you are becoming! And for my shopaholic besties, unsubscribe those tempting stores that is declining your saving account ! Remember there’s nothing soft about being an aesthetically cute but broke woman. 😉

Take a social media break: this is for my extroverted and social media thirsty besties, it’s time to disconnect. Just a week. Cut it off and if it’s too much to bear, Limit your time on social media for a week! This also includes a people detox, put your phone on DND. Fall back for a bit and indulge in self care. The tea you love to indulge in can wait and your loved ones will reach out on their own if needed but please have some me time 💆🏾‍♀️

Clean your space: dedicate a day or days to completely clean your apartment/ room. I am talking about that closet that you’ve been avoiding and that cabinet that hasn’t been opened because it’s out of reach. After that, treat yourself, light a candle order some food, or take a long hot spa like shower. You will feel so much better in a clean space. Clean decluttered environment!

If you don't use it, Throw it away: I don’t know what it is exactly but I know there’s items in your space right now that simply take up space! And when you clean you probably move it around or organize it better. If you don’t use it, throw it away! If it’s worn down throw it away! If you have time to donate it, do so. Lately as for me., If I don’t donate it right away it’ll stay there until “I have the time” so lately I’ve been practicing the “do it now” method. Which is exactly how it sounds. If you have time do it now if not in this case of decluttering and cleaning, throw it out.

Journal: Take some time to reflect and write out your thoughts and feelings. Nothing beats putting a pin to paper (or stylus pen to iPad) and writing down all that’s in your mind.

Mediate & Pray: In our fast-paced world filled with constant distractions and never-ending to-do lists, it is imperative to find moments of stillness and connection. One powerful way to achieve this is through the practice of meditation and prayer. to quiet the mind, find inner peace, and connect with our own spiritual essence. Both prayer and meditation are powerful practices that can bring numerous benefits to our lives. They provide us with a sense of belonging and purpose, reminding us of what really important.

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[lemoncrushh]

Tattooed Heart - Part IV

SUMMARY: You are a cocktail waitress at a swanky lounge. Harry comes in one night, and you instantly dislike him. But another encounter eventually changes your opinion.

PAIRING: Waitress Y/N x Artist/Tattoo Artist Harry

TROPES: Enemies to Lovers

MUST BE 18+ TO READ

WORD COUNT: 7k+

STORY PAGE

“Ugh, look at him,” groaned Jill, nudging your shoulder with hers when she walked behind the counter to bring empty coffee cups from a nearby table.

You stopped mid-pour, turning to see whom she was talking about, but the only table occupied now besides Harry’s was the older woman whose coffee you were preparing.

“Who, Harry?” you asked, holding back a grin.

“No, Stan,” Jill scoffed. “Yes, of course Harry.”

“What about him?”

“He’s just so….ugh. Infuriatingly handsome.”

Your cheeks a rosy pink, you turned back to your task at hand. After only one date, you weren’t ready to tell your co-worker that you were interested in Harry in any way. Fortunately, you’d had the early shift that Monday morning, and Harry had arrived an hour before Jill’s shift. So she hadn’t seen your exchange when he’d walked up to the counter, a lopsided grin on his face as he’d ordered his flat white.

“I’ll get that right out to you,” you’d mimicked his smile before taking the next customer’s order.

He’d chosen his usual table by the window, opening his backpack and setting up his tablet. When you’d brought his coffee to him, he’d whispered so softly, you had to lean over to hear him.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I still can’t stop thinking about you.” His hand had covered yours on the table, and he’d given it a quick but tender squeeze.

“Then we may have a problem.”

“Why’s that?”

Boldly, you’d leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you either.”

“Y/N!” called Jill, snapping you back to the present.

“Yeah?” you blinked. Somehow, you’d managed to finish making the older woman’s latte, and brought it to her table without even realizing. You’d had Harry brain for the last two days. And with him currently present in your cafe, minding his own business, it was a wonder you were even able to function. Especially after his previous admission.

“Come see,” your co-worker waved you over to Harry’s table. “He’s working on something new.”

Wiping your hands on a towel, you joined Jill, standing beside her to see what Harry had drawn on his tablet. As he held it up, you felt a flutter in your chest.

“Oh, that’s…” you started to say, pointing. It looked a lot like the painting you had seen at his apartment on Saturday. The one of the moon dripping. But you quickly side-stepped, not wanting to divulge your weekend whereabouts with your new friend.

“That’s really cool,” you croaked instead, clearing your throat. “I like how the drops make a heart.”

“Thanks,” muttered Harry, turning slightly to give you a smirk.

“Ugh! So talented!” Jill spun around, heading back to the counter as a customer entered.

You stood in your spot, your feet frozen to the tile as you watched Harry’s stylus pen continue its magic on the screen. Clutching your hands at your chest, you noticed the slightest differences in the current drawing and the painting from the other night. Completely mesmerized, you almost missed it when Harry’s finger beckoned you closer.

“Sorry…” you let out a breath, speaking softly as you scooted closer to his table. “I shouldn’t be staring.”

“At the drawing or me?”

You weren’t sure if it was his question or his low, raspy tone that caught you off guard, but you felt a sudden high-pitched laugh rise from your throat and escape your lips. Shaking your head, you cursed yourself for blushing. You hated sounding like a giggling schoolgirl.

“Both,” you finally admitted.

Harry’s mouth spread slowly into a sexy grin, his eyes on you. “What time should I pick you up tomorrow?”

Stealing a swift look over your shoulder, you noticed Jill was still helping the customer.

“That’s up to you. I’m free all day.”

“Yeah?” Harry raised a brow. Then folding his arms on the table, he leaned closer, licking his lips. “That opens a world of possibilities, then.”

With a laugh, you pushed your hair behind your ear. “Does it?”

“Well, that depends on what you’re into.” You felt the color rise in your cheeks again, and Harry chuckled. “I’ll think of something. How ‘bout I pick you up at noon? We’ll have lunch and go from there.”

You smiled gently. “Sounds good.”

Realizing Jill had finished with his customer, you made your way back to the counter.

“So, what were you two chatting about over there?” she asked you.

“Huh? Oh, nothing.”

“Well, he made you laugh, whatever it was.”

“It was silly,” you shook your head, waving off her comment.

“Mhm.”

“What?” you shrugged, turning toward the espresso machine. “He’s funny.”

“He’s also staring at you.”

“What?” Nearly bumping into Jill as you twirled around, your eyes caught a glimpse of Harry’s just before he returned his attention to his iPad. A sudden warmth filled your senses and you felt like you might melt.

“Well…” you heard Jill remark. “That was…something.”

You pursed your lips as you glared at her. “It was nothing.”

“I beg to differ. First he makes you laugh, then he’s staring at you?”

“Jill!”

Breaking your train of thought and protest, the cafe door swung open then and two businessmen walked in. As soon as you took their order, a young woman entered, followed by three more. The lunch crowd was starting to trickle in.

Just as you had taken the two men’s orders to them and returned to the counter, you noticed Harry had packed up his things, his rucksack slung over his shoulder. You saw him look up and meet your gaze, an easy grin on his face. Lifting his hand, he gave you a wave, and you waved back as he exited the cafe.

Soon enough, the end of your shift arrived, and Melaina, another waitress, greeted you behind the counter to take your place. You couldn’t get home soon enough, prepared to take the longest, deepest nap of all time. But as soon as your head hit the pillow, you heard your phone ping with a text.

What was with the secrecy?

Confused, you simply typed, ???

You pretended you hadn’t seen my art before. You don’t want your friend to know?

To know what?

LOL ok, I get it. I can play along.

I’m not sure I know what you mean.

That was a lie. You knew what he was getting at. You also knew you weren’t interested in telling Jill - or anyone for that matter - about you and Harry because…you weren’t sure where this was going yet. It was too soon. And with everything that had led up to the first date, you certainly didn’t want everything to unravel and get worse than how it had started.

At least you think about me. Glad to know that.

You texted back the blushing emoji since that’s exactly what you were doing. Again.

Do you work tonight?

Yeah. I’m in my office now. Just wanted to text you first.

Oh ok. I’m about to take a nap. Have a good day!

Can I ring you tonight? Might be late.

Sure, that’s fine.

Have a great nap babe. xx

After laying your phone on your bedside table, you drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face.

“Want some more popcorn?” asked Shae, holding out the bowl between you.

“No, thanks,” you shook your head.

You were getting sleepy, your eyelids weighing down as you tried to focus on the end of the movie. A buzz from your left side startled you, and as you picked up your phone, a sly grin twitched your lips.

“Hello?”

“Hey. What are you doing?”

“Just a sec.” Rising from the sofa, you addressed your roommate. “I’m gonna take this in my room.”

“Aw, but Y/N, the movie’s almost over!”

“It’s okay. Tell me how it ends.”

Shae huffed as she watched you round the couch and head for your room, shutting the door behind you.

“Sorry about that. I was watching a movie.”

“Oh. Don’t let me interrupt,” Harry insisted.

“It’s fine. I’ve seen it already.” You heard Harry chuckle low as you sat on your bed. “How was work?”

“Good,” Harry sighed. “But I’m glad it’s over so I can talk to you.”

“Wow, you’re laying it on thick already,” you teased.

“Heyyy. It’s the truth! I told you I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

“Mhm.”

“Almost came by the cafe yesterday just to see you. But I was afraid it might be a bit much.”

“Why? You should have. I was bored out of my skull yesterday.”

“Were you the only one working?”

“Yep, until closing.”

“Then I’m a stupid twit.”

You laughed out loud, quickly covering your mouth with your hand. This guy was already making you feel…things. You weren’t sure if you were ready.

“At least we have tomorrow. We’re still on, right?”

“Yes, of course,” you replied.

“I was thinking we could have a picnic if you’re up for it. The weather’s supposed to be lovely.”

“A picnic?”

“Yeah. Too cheesy?”

“No…” you swallowed hard and laid back on your pillow. “No, not at all. I’d like that.”

“Good,” Harry said with a smile in his voice. “Can’t wait to see you, love.”

You chuckled lightly. “You just saw me this morning.”

“I know. Funny, innit?”

“If you keep this up, you might get sick of me,” you jested.

Harry’s laugh rang through the phone, and you felt your heart skip. “I sincerely doubt it.”

You bit your lip as you tried to keep your thoughts in line.

“Honestly, babe?” Harry continued. “If I’d had my way, I would have come to yours straight from work to pick you up. And you’d be here with me in this bed now instead of there on the phone.”

Your breath caught in your throat before you gasped aloud. “Harry…”

His low chuckle only fueled the fire. “See what I mean? It’s a bit insane how much my thoughts revolve around you. I’m trying to be a gentleman though.”

You swallowed. “Are you saying you regret what happened Saturday night?”

“Fuck, no. I loved it. If I think about it hard enough, I can still taste you on my tongue.”

“Oh my God, I should probably hang up now.”

“Why?” laughed Harry. “Are you blushing, babe?”

“Indubitably.”

Harry chuckled harder. “You’re cute.”

“And you’re an insatiable flirt.”

“Can’t help it, honey. I enjoy teasing you.”

“And using pet names,” you remarked.

“That’s only ‘cause I like you. But if you don’t want me to…”

“I didn’t say that.”

“No? Which one do you like best?” asked Harry.

“Hmm. I don’t have a preference. I just want it to be natural.”

“Good answer. I like that.”

You chatted for a little while longer until you noticed the time was after 1AM. It was Harry, surprisingly, who suggested you both say goodnight.

“I’ll see you at noon, Y/N. Sleep well.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

“Sweet dreams, baby.”

You laid on your bed, atop your covers for another ten minutes or so, arms spread wide as you stared at the ceiling.

How had he managed it? In one day - not even a whole day because you’d only seen him for a couple hours at the cafe, and then talked to him on the phone for maybe another hour - Harry Styles had already turned your world topsy-turvy. You were feeling it. No, not love…that was silly. It was way too soon to have those kinds of feelings. But…feelings nonetheless. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to recall the last time you’d felt this way.

Excited. Blissful. Giddy.

Yeah, it was way too soon for this.

He was going to be there any minute. Having already gotten his text announcing he was on his way, you rushed to double check yourself in the mirror, pleased with your choice of the peasant blouse and jeans. Quickly slipping into your shoes, you nearly bumped into Shae when you opened your bedroom door.

“Oh. Hey. I thought you were working today.”

“Nope,” she said, popping her P. “I’m off. You look nice though. Where are you off to?”

“Um…nowhere.”

The sound of the doorbell made you jump. And when your roommate made a move toward the door, you wanted to scream or crawl under the table or…something. But you knew your time had run out. Stood frozen, you cringed as you watched Shae swing the door open.

“Oh! Hi…” she furrowed her brows.

“Hi…um, Shae, right?” you heard Harry mutter.

“Yeah…what…”

“I take it Y/N didn’t tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Shae’s glare shifted from Harry to you. “It’s that Harry guy.”

“Yeah, um…” you cleared your throat, opening the door wider. Your stomach flipped when your eyes met Harry’s who stared at you with a questioning gaze. “Harry and I are…on good terms now. We made amends.”

“Made amends? When? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s…” you sighed, looking at your friend, “it’s a long story. And it’s complicated. I probably should have told you, and I’m sorry. But I’ll tell you more about it later, okay?”

You stepped out onto the landing, giving Harry a smile. “Hi.”

“Hi, babe. You look beautiful.”

“What the hell is going on?” exclaimed Shae, her hands on her hips. “Are you seeing him now? After what he did to you?”

“Like I said, I’ll explain it all later. But to answer your question, yes.”

Her mouth agape, Shae stared at you incredulously as you waved goodbye and took Harry’s hand.

“Your roommate’s gonna hate me now,” remarked Harry when you reached his car.

“She already hates you. Because I hated you, remember? Don’t worry, once I tell her everything, she’ll adore you. She already thought you were hot. She’ll be relieved you’re not really an asshole.”

Harry cackled as he held open the door for you. “I dunno if I should be flattered or offended.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you grinned, rising on your tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek. “I think you’re hot and a sweetheart.”

Harry beamed his dimpled smile as he rounded the car and got behind the wheel. His expression matched the gorgeous weather that he’d proclaimed was imminent. Without a cloud in the sky, you rode next to Harry in his car as he drove down familiar roads until he turned down a side street that led to the park. While it had regretfully been a while since you’d visited, you still considered it one of your favorite places. Even though there had been no way for Harry to know that, you still felt grateful.

After finding a place to park, Harry opened the back door to retrieve a tartan blanket which he handed to you, along with a large basket. Grinning, he took your hand to lead you across the grass. Stopping near a tree, he set the basket on the ground and reached for the blanket which you helped spread out on the green.

“I have to say, Harry,” you paused, biting your lip, “when you mentioned a picnic, this was immediately what I was picturing. But then I told myself I was being too literal. I truly was not expecting you to have an actual picnic basket.”

“It wouldn’t be a picnic otherwise,” he stated matter-of-factly, sitting on the blanket.

“I don’t know. You could have very easily brought something in a paper bag. Or even stopped off at McDonald’s.”

Shaking his head, Harry snorted as he reached inside the basket. “You need to give me more credit than that.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. This is just very out of the ordinary for me.”

“How so?” Harry asked as he set out what looked to be individually wrapped mini sandwiches.

“Well, I…no one’s ever…did you make these?”

Harry raised a brow. “Of course.”

“Wow. These look fancy! And delicious. What’s in them?”

“Um…salami, mozzarella, pesto, basil, spinach and tomato.”

You continued to stare at Harry as he pulled more items from the picnic basket. He had a mix of fruit, some kind of layered salad in mason jars, a small quiche, and a large carafe of water with lemon and mint. With a sense of contentment, you settled comfortably on the blanket as Harry poured the water into plastic cups. Handing you one, he smiled.

“Dig in, babe.”

Clearing your throat, you blinked. “Sorry, I…I’m overwhelmed.”

“It’s just food, darling.”

Your chest felt tight and heavy as you shook your head. “No, it’s not. It’s incredible. You’re incredible.”

Setting down your cup, you leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips. He grinned against you before reciprocating, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his lap. Your kisses continued, his soft, pillowy lips combined with his intoxicating cologne making you light-headed, until you finally broke away.

“Sorry…” you breathed.

“Don’t be,” Harry blinked slowly, his long lashes brushing softly against his cheeks. “Reckon I started off on the right foot this time. I only hope I didn’t peak too early.”

A small giggle escaped your throat as you sat back. “Well, let’s not forget, I haven’t actually eaten the food yet.”

“What will you do if it’s rubbish?” Harry laughed.

“Guess I’ll have to walk home.”

Harry continued to snicker as he playfully rolled his eyes, handing you a plate. “I guarantee you’ll at least like the fruit. And probably the sandwiches.”

Grabbing one of the mini baguettes, you unwrapped it and took a large bite. Immediately your mouth danced with glee as you took in the delectable flavors. Pleased by the reaction on your face, Harry opened one of the mason jars and spooned out the salad onto your plate. Then he cut a portion of the quiche and laid it beside the salad.

“You don’t have to feed me,” you insisted.

“What if I want to?”

“Hmm…then I guess I’ll let you.” Picking up the small pie with your fingers, you took a savory bite. “God, this is by far the best lunch I’ve ever had.”

“Glad to hear it,” Harry beamed, handing you a plastic fork for your salad and taking a bite of his own.

“Do you like to cook?”

“I do, actually. It’s one of my hobbies, you could say.”

“You’re full of surprises, Harry,” you commented before taking a sip of water. “Although, I shouldn’t be surprised. I already knew you’re a man of many talents.”

You caught the smirk on Harry’s lips as he looked down at his plate. You both ate in silence for a bit, enjoying each other’s company and the ideal weather. You gazed around you, taking in the atmosphere. You watched a couple who tossed a frisbee back and forth, and a young mother pushing her child in a stroller. When you took the last bite of your quiche, Harry surprised you again by leaning over with a strawberry between his fingers. With a grin, you popped open your mouth and allowed him to feed it to you.

When nearly all of the food had been devoured, and you helped Harry pack up the remains into the basket and discarded the trash in a nearby waste bin, you laid back on the blanket, enjoying the warm sun on your face. While it was still a rather cool day, the sunshine made it pleasant.

“Be right back,” you heard Harry announce. “Gonna get something out of the car.”

Squinting your eyes, you watched him pick up the basket and take it with him. When he returned, you noticed the notebook in his hand.

“What are you doing?” you asked, lifting yourself up on your elbows.

“No, lay back down,” he instructed, taking his seat next to you.

When he opened the notebook, he slid a pencil out from beneath the spiral and began to sketch.

“Are you drawing?” you inquired softly.

His green eyes lifting from his paper, he gave a sly grin.

“What are you- you’re not drawing me!” you exclaimed rolling onto your side.

“Stay still,” Harry chuckled. “Lay back the way you were.”

With a huff, you slowly moved to your previous position as you listened to the sound of the pencil against the paper. You silently wondered how long you had to remain still as you continued to watch Harry’s gaze shift from you to his notebook. Your breaths quickened as his eyes roamed your body, making you a bit self-conscious. Finally, you saw his lips twitch into a sexy grin, and he lowered his paper and shut the book.

“Do I get to see?”

Instead of answering, Harry laid down next to you, his shoulder brushing yours.

“Harry!”

With a snicker, Harry lifted the notebook. “Alright. But just so you know, it’s just a quick sketch. And it does not fully reflect the way I see you.”

Grimacing, you glared at him. “Is that good or bad?”

“Here,” Harry laughed, opening the book to the page he’d just sketched and handing it to you. While it was indeed a quick sketch, maybe even a bit messy by some standards, you were amazed at how much it looked like you.

“That’s…remarkable,” you commented softly, choosing the best word.

Turning your head to look at him, you noticed he was already staring at you. When he rolled over and brushed your hair from your face, you lowered the notebook to your side. He kissed you tenderly at first, so softly that your entire body felt like you were lying on a cloud, and not the blanket on the ground. Your hands traveled around to his back while he hovered over you, lifting his head slightly to look into your eyes. Though he didn’t speak, his eyes spoke volumes. The only words you really needed right then. And when his mouth met yours again, and you eagerly allowed his tongue access, you knew he’d heard your words as well.

“Hmm,” Harry hummed when he broke free, his forehead resting against yours. “Your lips drive me mad, baby. I could kiss you all day.”

With a smile, you lifted your hand to his jaw, rubbing his scruffy chin. “Same here.”

After a few more kisses, Harry sat up, running his fingers through his hair. “I had another idea for this afternoon, but do you mind if we stop at my flat first?”

“Not at all. What is your other idea?”

“If you’d like, we could visit the art gallery.”

You sat up urgently. “Where your art is? I would love that!”

“Yeah?” Satisfied with your response, Harry rose from the blanket and reached his hand out to help you up. Then lightly brushing the back of his hand against your cheek, he looked like he was about to say something, but his words escaped him. You didn’t mind, however. When you helped him fold up the blanket and walked with him to the car, you had a feeling the day was going to be filled with unspoken words - gestures of mutual feelings.

After putting away the rest of the food and freshening up in Harry’s bathroom, you were excited to go see his art on display at the gallery. 

“Harry! So good to see you!” greeted a man in a suit.

“You as well, Sherod,” said Harry, shaking the man’s hand. “How are things?”

“Can’t complain, can’t complain,” Sherod nodded emphatically. “We are still waiting patiently on your newest project, yes?”

“Yeah, I’m still…tweaking it.”

“Ah, don’t tweak too much, Harry. You know the best art is always what comes naturally, from the heart.” As Harry shrugged, you noticed Sherod making eye contact with you. “And who is this delicate creature?”

“Sherod, this beautiful lady is Y/N. I’ve come to show her around.”

Color rose in your cheeks at both Sherod’s and Harry’s compliments. Not to mention the way Harry had his hand on your lower back.

“Miss Y/N, so lovely to have you here today. Please enjoy your visit.”

Once Sherod was out of earshot, Harry grinned at you and gestured to the left. You joined him in the large room where many art pieces were displayed on the walls and on pedestals, some encased. For the most part, you simply nodded as Harry pointed out some of the art he liked, commenting a bit when something caught your eye.

“I especially like this one,” Harry said when he stopped in front of a large canvas of greens and blues, tiny streaks of gold in between that resembled marble. “I sometimes come here just to stare at it for a bit. It calms me.”

“It looks like the ocean,” you agreed. “But also…a little like an enchanted forest, if that makes sense. Very tranquil.”

Turning his head to look at you, Harry opened his mouth. Once again, he seemed unable to speak, so you simply smiled back at him. Running your hand down his arm, you walked behind him to inspect the next painting.

“This one, however, has a different feeling altogether,” you remarked. “It’s sexy…a bit sensual, but not necessarily in a calming way. Kind of reminds me of pent up energy, ready to explode.”

Standing behind you, Harry placed his hands on your waist. You felt his breath in your hair before he pressed his lips to your head. You hummed softly at his sweet gesture, covering his hands with yours.

“Where’s your art, Harry?” you whispered.

Clearing his throat, he released his hands from your body and stepped toward the right. “Over here.”

At the end of the room, Harry stopped in front of a display of art that you recognized from his website. Seeing it in person was different from seeing it on a screen. It took your breath away. Mesmerized, you inspected each detail, every line, every stroke. You could feel Harry’s stare as you walked around his mini gallery. When you took in the last piece, you looked up at him.

“You’re amazing,” you declared. “It’s all so extraordinary.”

“Thank you, love,” he blinked slowly.

Taking his hands, you smiled. “Is it okay to kiss you in here?”

Harry chuckled, his eyes dancing. “I think it’s perfectly okay.”

His lips met yours as you lifted your hands to his neck, pulling him closer.

“I know, I have nothing really to go on,” you added when your mouths separated. “I’m not all that knowledgeable in art. I just know what moves me and what doesn’t. And yours definitely does.”

“Baby…” Harry breathed. “God, love, you’ve rendered me speechless today.”

Giving him one extra kiss, you took his hand again and gave it a squeeze. He didn’t need to say anything.

When you rounded the corner, however, Harry stopped in his tracks, an immediate look of disdain on his face. Following his point of vision, you noticed a familiar looking blonde at the reception desk. When she turned around, she tossed her hair behind her shoulder and lifted her chin.

“Hello, Harry.”

“Nicolette. What are you doing here?”

Of course. The former arm candy.

“Came to do some business with Sherod. Daddy’s having one of his restaurants remodeled, and he wants to buy all new art for it.”

“I see,” Harry frowned. With almost a shutter, he quickly cleared his throat and addressed you. “Sorry, Y/N, this is Nicolette Eisman, Nicolette, Y/N Y/LN.”

“Nice to meet you,” you greeted, gritting your teeth and hoping she didn’t recognize you from Zelda’s.

“Pleasure,” Nicolette said thinly, not bothering to even look you in the eye, her glare still on Harry. “How’s the moon series coming along? Have you finished it yet? Or are you going to wait another three months agonizing over it?”

“I don’t reckon that’s any of your concern anymore.”

“Ouch! Come now, Harry,” Nicolette retorted. “I thought we ended on better terms than that.”

“You thought wrong,” Harry said flatly.

Wanting to crawl into a hole, you were relieved when you saw Sherod emerge from a back room, holding out both hands to Nicolette.

“Darling! So good to see you!” he greeted her with the same emphatic energy he’d given Harry.

“C’mon, let’s go,” you heard him mutter before guiding you to the exit and out the door.

Once in the car, Harry revved up the engine before running his hands down his face with an exasperated sigh.

“Harry…” you said softly.

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head. “I definitely didn’t mean to run into her.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“She just…infuriates me. But…ugh, it has nothing to do with you. I don’t want this to ruin our day. I’m sorry.”

“Harry,” you said again, reaching your hand out to touch his arm. “It’s okay. It was bound to happen sooner or later. She obviously still does business here. Nothing you can do about that.”

“Yeah.”

Scooting closer to him, you smiled reassuringly. “Besides. I’m already having the best day with you. One snarky blonde is not going to ruin it.”

His million dollar smile sent a spark through your bloodstream and made you weak in the knees. When he pulled you into a kiss, he didn’t hesitate to let you know he wanted to deepen it, his tongue eager to fill your mouth. His hands cupping your face, he moaned against your lips, sending a whole other surge of arousal to your privates. You nearly gasped when he released you, your face warm with desire.

“Come home with me?” He asked it in a question form, but it sounded more like a demand. “I don’t want this day to end.”

“Me neither.”

“I’ll cook us dinner and we can watch the sunset. Then if you want, we can go to the shop, and I’ll give you your tattoo.”

“My tattoo? Tonight? But I still don’t know what I wanna get.”

“The heart moon. That art of mine you’d liked. I was working on it yesterday at the cafe.”

“You were working on a tattoo for me?”

“Yeah…” he smirked. “Rather presumptuous of me, I know. But I thought you might like it.”

Your smile widening, you nodded. “I do.”

You sat out on the small terrace of Harry’s apartment, overlooking the city, the sun descending before you in shades of orange, purple and red. Harry had cooked another lovely meal, this time bringing out a bottle of rosé as you sat barefoot on the same blanket from the picnic.

“Gorgeous, innit?” you heard him ask when you took a sip of wine.

“Breathtaking.”

“It’s my favorite thing about this flat. When there’s a full moon, you can see it clearly, like a big ball in the sky. It’s what inspired those paintings.”

“Harry, this…this is so romantic. This whole day. It’s been incredible.”

Harry feigned offense, a tiny smirk on his face. “What? You didn’t think I could be romantic?”

“No, I…well, the restaurant the other night was romantic too, it’s just…I wasn’t expecting this.”

“What were you expecting?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged. “I guess I figured…you know…after Saturday night, at the tattoo shop…”

“I’m not after a quick fix, Y/N.”

“No?”

Harry ran his fingers through his hair. “Let me make something clear, Y/N,” he said, scooting closer to you. “I’m immensely attracted to you. I’m excited to explore every single inch of your body, and to share mine with you. In every way you can imagine. But I reckon, if we’re on the same page…and I’m pretty sure we are…then we have plenty of time for all of that.”

You gulped, then blew out a breath. “We do?”

Harry reached a hand up to push a curl from your cheek. “I hope so.” His fingers lingered against your skin before he lightly ghosted the tips across your jaw. “You like me, yeah?”

You shivered at his touch as well as the way he was staring at you so intently. “Of course.”

“I like you, too. And the fact that I haven’t been able to get you off my mind tells me there’s something between us. Something I’m eager to explore further.”

“Really?”

Nodding, Harry set down his glass and reached for yours, placing it next to his.

“I’ve been…feeling something today, haven’t you? It’s like…you get me.”

“Yeah? How?” you asked.

“Like at the gallery. When you told me what those paintings made you feel. I feel the same thing. And when I sketched you at the park. You didn’t laugh at me, even though it was basically a rubbish scribble. It’s like you’re willing to open up a space for me in your heart. And I appreciate it so much. I…fuck, I dunno what I’m saying…I-”

Silencing him with your kiss, you moved even closer to him, and he ardently pulled you into his lap. His kisses were thirsty, as though it wasn’t the hundredth time your lips had touched that day.

“Harry…” you breathed. “I do get you. And I’ve been feeling it as well, all day. Just the fact that you wanted to show me your art at the gallery said so much. Not in a show-off kind of way; I didn’t take it like that. But more like you were willing to share a little bit more of yourself with me. Something you take pride in. That’s special to me, and means a lot.”

Harry smiled wide, running his hands up and down your back.

“Does that mean you might be willing to share something with me?”

“Like what?” you blushed.

“Like…your writing.”

“Oh,” you scoffed. “I haven’t written anything in ages.”

“Well…when you do? Can I read?”

You smiled. “Deal.”

“Good. Now…you ready to go get your tattoo?”

“No,” you sighed and shook your head.

“No?”

“Let’s save it for another day.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. I hope to have lots more of these with you.”

“Alright. I can’t promise anything though. I reckon I’ve run out of ideas.”

You playfully pushed his shoulder, making him lean back. “Stop it.”

“No, I’m perfectly fine with that,” he grinned. “Elated even.”

He kissed you fervently then, his tongue wanting nothing more than to wrestle with yours. He filled your mouth with wanton and shameless desire, your own appetite growing so much, you thought you might come undone. When his left hand cupped your breast while his right held your neck, you gasped.

“Can we go to the bedroom?” you inquired against his lips.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked, his chest falling with heavy breaths.

“Yes. I know you’d been holding back all day, trying to be a gentleman. And I appreciate the chivalry, I do. But I need to feel you now.”

A mere nod is all it took for you to rise from Harry’s lap. This time you held your hand out for him the way he had for you at the park. Taking your hand in his, he led you to his bedroom, his large bed claiming the majority of the space. You caught a quick glimpse of another painting above his bed before he laid you down and kissed you passionately.

“Baby…” he cooed. “Tell me what you like.”

With an inward chuckle, you grinned. “Somehow I knew you’d be the kind of guy to ask that.”

“Why? Don’t you want me to please you?”

“Very much.”

“Then tell me. I wanna make you feel good.”

“I think we both know you have no problems with that.”

Harry chuckled then, his sly smirk returning to his handsome face. “Alright then. Can I undress you?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, sitting up slightly to allow Harry to pull your peasant blouse over your head. When his eyes traveled down your chest, you saw them darken with lust. And when he unhooked the front closure of your bra to reveal your bare breasts, his breath hitched in his throat.

“Jesus, babe, you’re beautiful.”

As you laid back down, Harry removed his own shirt, tossing it on the floor. Then he hovered over you, kissing you deeply once again. His necklace tapped against your bare skin as his mouth traveled down your neck and chest and between your breasts. His hands cupped them while his wet mouth sucked hungrily on your nipples, giving each equal attention.

When his lips moved further south, you felt him unbutton your jeans, tugging them as you lifted your butt so he could pull them down and off. Harry grinned when he spied your lace panties, a black pair this time.

“One day,” he commented, “when we’re both off from work and have nothing to do, I want you to spend the day here with me wearing nothing but your sexy lacy panties.”

You giggled delightfully as he grinned at you, his hands running up your thighs.

“You are so fucking sexy. I wanna make you scream my name, babe. But I’m afraid I might not last. Just being honest.”

Before you could retort, Harry slid your panties down your legs, caressing your feet on the way. Then he stood up and removed his own jeans and underwear. You barely had time to process the view of his delicious body before he was above you again, kissing you on the way up.

“Harry…baby…” you breathed hard when his mouth found your nipples again and his hand slid between your thighs, finding your wetness.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Tell me.”

“I need you. Now. Please.”

You gulped hard, trying to catch your breath as Harry’s thumb teased your clit. You could already feel yourself dripping, and when he slid his fingers up your slit and brought them to his mouth, you whined his name again.

“I’m here, babe,” he promised. “Just need a condom.”

Retrieving one from his bedside table, he rolled it over his length as you watched. You bit your lip, bracing yourself for his size. Then when he situated himself between your legs, he kissed you once again. When he lifted his head, his eyes were a dark, emerald green, his lips pink and swollen. You ran your hands up his inked chest and down his shoulders, grabbing hold of his biceps.

“I’m ready for you, love. Are you ready for me?”

You nodded as you looked into his eyes just before he pushed into you. You gasped even though he was considerate to be slow and easy as he moved. Before long you adjusted to his girth, your juices quickly dripping down your thighs.

You moaned at the sensation, the friction good enough to make you want to weep. Harry’s own groans and low pitched sounds sent your body trembling until you wrapped your legs around him, holding on tightly. 

“Taking me so well, Y/N,” you heard him say. “That fuckin’ pretty pussy of yours. So wet.”

Mumbling sweet nothings in your ear, Harry rolled into you deeper. You thought he whispered something else about you feeling so good, but you were already on too much of a high to make out the words. Finally, grasping for the covers underneath you, you threw your head back and called out to God.

“Yeah baby,” Harry moaned. “I’m so close already.”

“Me too,” you breathed. “Holy shit, Harry. Fuck me!”

With a grunt, Harry shifted his body, grabbing your wrists and holding them down as he thrusted harder and faster. He cursed between heavy breaths, his voice quivering as he called you baby and honey while you took him deeper. Your toes curled and more moans escaped your lips until you knew you were close to the edge. Raking your fingernails down his back, you grabbed hold of his ass, pulling your legs back and wide.

“Fuck! Yesss!” Harry cried, pounding into you so hard, the headboard hit the wall. He propped himself up by grabbing it, sending you both sliding toward it until your head was flush against it.

Reaching between you, you took Harry’s balls in your hand and caressed them. You watched his eyes roll back in his head, his mouth gaping open as he continued to fuck you. He cursed again as he licked his lips, veins in his temples thick and prominent before you heard him let out a guttural moan, his hips thrusting a few more times. Then with a tiny whimper, his body fell against yours, his face buried in your neck.

“Shit,” he exhaled. “God damn, baby, you’re amazing.”

“Hmm, so are you,” you cooed, tracing invisible shapes across his back.

“No, ‘m not. I wanted to make you come first.”

With a giggle, you whispered, “I’m not even mad about that.”

Harry lifted his head then to look at you. You smiled at him, his beautiful face wet with perspiration, his curls messy atop his head. As he removed the condom and threw it away in the bin, he grinned at you shyly.

“I told you I might not last.”

“It’s totally okay.”

“Mmm, no it’s not. But I can still make you come.”

Harry crawled down your body like a snake, stopping at your waist. You opted not to protest. After all, he was willing to please you. Who were you to say no?

Gliding his hands down your thighs, he lifted them, wasting no time. His mouth was on your clit before you had time to take a breath, and a small cry left your lips at the contact. He hummed against you, creating a vibration that nearly made you come right then. Clutching at the sheets again, you felt your knees shake, your entire body reaching a new climax. Panting, you felt Harry’s tongue play with and tease your pussy. Wanting to come so badly, but also not wanting the unbelievable sensation to end, you bit your lip, moaning as tears began to well in your eyes. Finally, as a loud cry rose from your core, you grabbed hold of his head, thrusting your hips against him. With jagged breaths, you moaned his name over and over until your legs fell slack and he released his mouth, sucking up the remaining juices.

“How was that, sweetheart?” you heard him ask from far away. Or at least it seemed far away. You couldn’t tell. Time and distance did not exist in that moment. You barely knew your name. Your reply was a mere cry of exhaustion, and you heard Harry chuckle.

“I’ll take that to mean it was good.”

With a sigh, you managed to open your eyes and look at him. “Better than good.”

Harry grinned, crawling back up your body. “I’m glad. I really enjoy making you come. But I hope next time it won’t just be from my tongue.”

You would have joked then and told him his tongue was pretty magical, but you decided instead to just stare at his gorgeous face as you ran his fingers across his jaw and traced his lips. He seemed to enjoy it, his eyelids fluttering softly, a content peaceful expression making you want to pull him closer.

“Y/N,” he whispered low after a minute or two.

“Yes?”

“Will you stay here with me tonight?”

Though your heart was pounding in your chest, and butterflies danced in your stomach, the request combined with the look on his handsome face felt more calm than the tranquil painting at the gallery.

“I can’t think of a better way to end the most perfect day,” you replied.

Pulling you even closer, Harry’s lips met yours, fitting together like puzzle pieces. You melted into the kiss, just like the melting moon, dripping into a perfect tattooed heart.

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[sentientredpen]

Heya!

Been busy lately. Here's some drawings I drew I school

I ordered a stylus pen online so I can draw on my phone cause I really don't wanna waste paper ;-;

Also here are some characters I made up. Not my oc though, I don't know if I accidentally drew someone else's oc

[bamsara]

So where was your pen?

I never found it! I'm currently using the replacement pen I ordered the last time my stylus when missing

[megbanned]

Hello, can I order one "Thief, you who stole my games. Thief, feel the burning shame. Sinner! Welcome to a world of trepidation. Clapped in iron's you face incarceration. Didn't pay a single cent, it's time to play the consequences! Now I'm upset, so pick up the pen 'cause: piracy is no party, piracy is no party, piracy is no party, piracy is no party. Illegitimately obtained. You're a criminal, criminal. Now you'll feel pain, punishment in equal measure to ill-gotten pleasure, illegal treasure! Oh, piracy. It's a crime! It's no party! Now you'll do your time! Grab your stylus, do-si-do, in blood, you shall soon atone, you played with fire, neared the sun for stolen fun, burn your wings and hear you sing amidst suffering! Chaos is order, fear is the law, you stole this software for a quick guffaw. Going up and down on the Cherry-Go-Round. Bold to assume you won't be found! Naughty kids like you who love to steal! Pull the curtain back, attack, you'll be the shy guy's meal! Feel the crushing guilt! Still here, haven't learned your lesson? You will see just how Nintendo deals with piracy! Your fate is tagged with the pirate flag because you're nothing but scurvy scalawag! Thought you could do what you want Because a pirate is free well, now you're trapped in a rap with anti-piracy! You better put your sins before your heart because this is where your sentence starts! Trapped within a world of trepidation. Clapped in iron's, you face incarceration. Didn't pay a single cent, it's time to play the consequence! Now I'm upset, so pick up that pen 'cause: piracy is no party, piracy is no party, piracy is no party, piracy is no party. Let the show begin, HAW HAW HAW!!!" Two "I'll make you say how proud you are of me. So stay awake just long enough to see MY WAY!!! MY WAY!!!" One "come now, take the step, don't look back there's nothing left for you beyond the veil, you've tried and yet you failed to save her. Claws upon your heart, rip and tear your soul apart, you lost the game. It's always the same when you stand before a God" and two "Machine, I will cut you down, break you apart, spray the gore of your profane form across the stars! I will grind you down until the very sparks cry for mercy! My hands shall relish, ending you HERE. AND. NOW!" How much will that cost?

That would be Cinco peso

[sprout-senior]

this is. so fucking stupid

i put way too much effort into this

edit: picture formatting

transcription/image ID and more under the cut

[panel one: Error is looking at blue, who is in the foreground about to eat a brownie with a very wide open mouth, with horror. his hands are on either side of his head.]

Error: oh no! Blue’s gonna eat that WEED BROWNIE!

[panel two: Error eats the brownie, accompanied by the word CHOMP. Blue watches with surprise.]

[panel three: Blue is grinning, while Error looks very distressed, holding his hands in front of him.]

Blue: wow Error! did you just eat my forever weed brownie? [the words forever weed brownie are in green.]

Error: it was the only way to-

[Error cuts himself off, and the next panel displays him looking like a photorealistic skeleton, a vast contrast from the extremely round and simplistic style of the previous panels.]

Error: w h a t [the word what, spaced out for dramatic effect]

[end comic transcription]

anyway yeah i’m getting back into traditional art at least for the time being since i can’t find my damn stylus. this is the first page in my new sketchbook

[image ID: a sketchbook page, featuring several doodles. in the top left, there is a cute bunny man holding up a peace sign, winking, and smiling with his mouth open. he is on a neon orange background, drawn with purple ballpoint pen, with the caption “WAOW!”. next to this, in the top right, is a simplistic drawing of a lavender bush, colored with bright purple and green markers. below the bunny man are three small doodles of various expressions. one looks concerned and a little disgusted, captioned “yeesh”. the second is a somewhat curious looking one with its eyes popping out of its head, captioned “idk”. the third and final expression is a top down view of a face with very large sparkling eyes, captioned “forced to eat cement at age six”. the bottom half of the page features the comic transcribed above, with numbers and arrows clarifying the order of events. end sketchbook page transcription]

one final block of text to round out the post: i’m doing image descriptions/transcriptions now! i gave up on alt text a while ago, because it was such a pain to format and difficult to work with for me, and i forgot that i have free will and can type that information in the actual post. please let me know how i did! accessibility is important to me, so if my descriptions are lacking in any way or could stand to be improved, i would so so appreciate it if you could tell me what to do to improve! thanks!

[levi-venn]

So, what would Memento have been like if he hadn't died? 👀

Memento (1k words) An OC from the Mirror Squad Headcannon. Read about them here!

The Kaminoans’ second attempt to make a “Calm Soldier” came in the form of CT-9905. 

Void of the Mirror Squad had been an emotionless, manipulative sociopath who liked to push the limits of other clones to see how they “ticked”.

CT-9905 did have some similar traits. He kept a cool head under duress, wore a deadpan expression, and had a dangerously high pain tolerance. While they both had a fascination with humanoid psychology, CT-9905 didn’t weaponize that knowledge against his fellow clones. He used it to live vicariously through the fluctuations of his brothers’ emotions that he could never achieve himself. Wrecker’s loud and honest joy, Hunter’s warm kindness, Tech’s cheeky sarcasm, and Crosshair’s desert-dry humor. 

He wished he had felt something. Anything. And more than anything else…

…he wanted to belong.

In combat he was a cohesive part of the team that made every training exercise in their cadet years flawlessly executed. He had the ability to adapt to any gaps in his squad's defense, and add pressure to all efforts of offense. He was versatile and efficient. A team player.

But when it came time to celebrate, he withdrew back to his bunk, watching his four brothers cheer and joke and bicker the way brothers should (according to sibling interactions he read about in his texts). 

Then one day, he overheard Crosshair talk to Tech about crows that would offer trinkets to humans to repay them for their kindness. It was a method of communication between species. CT-9905 stopped listening when Tech and Crosshair argued over the tactical advantages and disadvantages of a “battle crow” in their squad. Still, it gave CT-9905 an idea.

That's when the trinkets began to appear. Strips of red fabric stolen for Hunter to make new bandanas. A new stylus stolen from a mean cadet who broke Tech's prized touch-pen. A chunk of wood carved out of a strict instructor’s chair to become future toothpicks for Crosshair. And for Wrecker…well…the trinkets varied. “Hey,” Wrecker said, holding up his present. “It’s my tooth! Was looking for this!”

CT-9905 conveniently hid when he knew his brother was about ot discover another offering. He didn't do it for the praise. He did it because...he thought maybe…perhaps…he felt…something. A ghost of a feeling. Something fleeting, but unmistakably there.

And when CT-9905 survived his cadet years…

…the small offerings grew more sophisticated. 

On their first field exercise as brand new shinies, the brothers were dropped in a forest without equipment, ordered to use their environment to make their way to the rendezvous point. Too easy of a task with Hunter and they made it back well before any of the other teams. That night, Hunter found a wood-carved compass on his pillow. 

The next successful exercise involved dismantling droids without firing a single shot. Another easy feat. Tech and Crosshair sliced droids in record time, then used the remaining time reprogramming the droids to fight each other. They were reprimanded, but still received full marks. Tech and Crosshair found a droid finger on their pillows later that day. 

It was the third exercise where Wrecker and CT-9905 got to shine. Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair had the ability to disarm thermal dets, proximity minds, and trip wires, but all at once? Within a time limit? Hunter would overthink it, Crosshair would get frustrated, even Tech’s fingers couldn’t move that nimbly. Meanwhile Wrecker was giggling like a madman from one bomb to the next, and CT-9905 calmly made short work of the rest without breaking a sweat. 

After the last land mine was disarmed Wrecker cheered and slapped CT-9905 on the back. “Yeah! Alright! I can’t wait to see what you’ll put on my pillow! Will it be a bomb? I want a whole bomb!”

CT-9905, a clone of few words (usually one or two), uttered three words quietly. “You liked them?”

“The lil souvenirs? Hell yeah. Tech calls ‘em uh…memots…moments…hey, Tech! What’d you call ‘em?”

“Mementos,” Tech said, pulling out a droid finger in his pouch and holding it up for CT-9905 to see. Crosshair pulled out the fresh toothpicks made from his recent supply of wood. Hunter tapped the strips of cloth wrapped covertly around his belt under one of his pouches.

“We wanted to thank you," Hunter said. "But you're never around when we find 'em.”

CT-9905 shrugged. 

“My guess," Tech said, "is that your inability to express emotion is due to the lack of dopamine, serotonin, endorphins, oxytocin, norepinephrine, glutamate-”

“Tech,” Crosshair snipped, resting an elbow on Tech’s shoulder. “Get on with it.” 

Tech huffed irritably at his brother. “...a lack of chemicals that allow you to regulate emotion. You are communicating affection through objects. Thus these mementos.”

"Like a crow," Crosshair said, with a smile that read less like a sneer to CT-9905 and more...brotherly.

“Memento!” Wrecker gasped and wrapped a strong arm around Memento’s neck nearly choking him. “That’s what we’ll call ya, huh? Whatcha think?”

“Okay,” Memento said.

“Memento,” Hunter nodded. “You were long overdue for a name anyway, brother.” 

Memento studied the smile on Hunter’s face. He copied it. It felt almost normal. 

***

The Clone Wars were over.

The inhibitor chip changed Memento in ways he didn’t expect. Not physically, he didn’t succumb to the effects as Crosshair did, but the concept of the chip changed his views on himself. On what it meant to be the "Calm Soldier".

It was cruel.

The Kaminoans had robbed him of basic human emotions to make him a fighting machine. 

And when he learned of Void, the brother he never knew, the "prototype" to who he was, Memento understood what path he could have taken had he been designed just a little differently. 

After the destruction of Kamino was brought to light, Memento left the Bad Batch to join Echo and Rex on Coruscant. It was time to use his study of humanoid psychology not for his own satisfaction, but to help others. It became his life's work. He used all he had learned to treat veteran clones with PTSD.

The Calm Soldier became the Calm Healer, helping thousands of brothers find their way into a gentler existence.

He thought it was correct to miss his brothers, though he understood why he never felt that painful "ache" when he thought of them. Maybe it was a good thing, but he wished he knew what it felt like, to truly grieve.

Every now and then he would get a care package with no return address. There was always a pile of trinkets very clearly from adventures Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, and Omega would have. Little souvenirs for their brother.

Memento would look down at this package and mimic Hunter’s warm smile.

**********************

@huntressdarkness thank you so much for this question!! I hope this was an adequate answer! I saw you wanted to write about these OCs too, please do and tag me, I'd love to read it!

[mrxcreepypastamadness]

Hellish Hollows Song #2:

No Party

Character cover: BJ Harpyboo

*Title Screen*

All Racers: SUGAR RUSH PARTY!

[Intro]

🎵 Sugar Rush Party!🎵

🎵It's so much fun!🎵

🎵Sugar Rush Party!🎵

🎵Fun for everyone!🎵

🎵Let's get this started today-yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy🎶

[SOFTWARE PIRACY DETECTED]

...................

...................

...................

01010001010101

011100010101011

010011010101001

[Song]

[START!]

BJ Harpyboo: 🎵Thief...You who stole my game...Thief...Feel the burning shame...i

BF: *Sings here*

BJ Harpyboo: SINNER! 🎵Welcome to a world of trepidation! Clapped in irons you face incarceration! Didn't pay a single cent, it's time to play the consequence! Now I'm upset so pick up that pen cause:🎵

BF: *Sings in background*

BJ Harpyboo (ft. Chorus):

🎵PIRACY! 🎵

🎵Is no party!🎵

🎵PIRACY!🎵

🎵Is no party!🎵

🎵PIRACY!

🎵Is no party!🎵

🎵PIRACY!🎵

🎵Is no party!🎵

BJ Harpyboo: 🎵Illegitimately obtained you're a criminal, criminal now you'll feel the pain! Punishment in equal measure to ill-gotten measure, illegal treasure!🎵

BF: *Sings here*

BJ Harpyboo: 🎵Grab your stylus, do-si-do. In blood, you shall soon atone you played with fire, neared the sun for stolen fun, burn your wings and hear you sing admist suffering!🎵

BF: *Sings here*

BJ Harpyboo: 🎵Chaos is order, fear is the law, you stole this software for a quick guffaw.🎵

BF: *Still sings here*

BJ Harpyboo: 🎵Going up and down on the Cherry-go-Round!🎵

BF: *yet again, sings here*

BJ Harpyboo: 🎵Bold to assume you won't be found!🎵

BF: *Sings here, but under a spotlight and sad*

BJ Harpyboo (Single-Verse Duet): 🎵Naughty kids like you who love to steal! Pull the curtain back, attack. You'll be the shy guys meal! Feel the crushing guilt!🎵

[From this point on, Harpyboo breaks the borders to look directly at the viewers, pushing game footage to the side]

🎵Still here, haven't learned your lesson? You will see just how Nintendo deals with piracy! Your fate is tagged with a pirate flag because you're nothing but a scurvy scalawag! Thought you could do what you want because a pirate's free? Well, now you're trapped in a rap with anti-piracy! You better put your sins before your heart, because this is where your SENTENCE starts!🎵

BJ Harpyboo [Final Section]: 🎵Trapped within the world of trepidation! Clapped in irons you face incarceration! Didn't pay a single cent it's time to play the consequence! Now I'm upset so pick up that pen 'cause:

BF: *Continues to sing until the very end*

BJ Harpyboo (ft Chorus):

🎵PIRACY!🎵

🎵Is no party!🎵

🎵PIRACY🎵

🎵Is no party!🎵

🎵PIRACY🎵

🎵Is no party!🎵

🎵PIRACY!🎵

🎵Is no party!🎵

🎵Let the show begin!🎵

HAW HAW HAW!

[FINISH!]

Based off of:

No Party WITH LYRICS - Friday Night Funkin': Mario's Madness Cover

Lyrics written by: Juno Songs

[crypticbeliever123]

Working on a character line-up of my original characters in a book I'm writing. Beginner artist over here. Not sure about the watermark I put on these but oh well, I can always make something else later on when I'm a better artist.

First is the... clean sketch(?) of the first three characters in the line-up. All three are male and all of these characters (including the female ones I haven't drawn yet) are 16 years old.

First character is half alien (hence the pupils being slits) and half Vietnamese. Second character is Egyptian and also trans. Third character is Mexican and the token straight of the group (pan, trans/gay, cishet, aroace, bi in that order)

Second drawing is the overlay of the rough outlines for the body proportions including the two female characters I haven't drawn yet. Included here to give you an idea what the final sketch will kind of look like.

The first girl in the line-up is a little person. I originally wanted her to be 4 feet tall exactly but if I'm measuring these rough outlines correctly most of these teenagers would be over six feet tall if that was the case so now she's roughly 3'9". Second girl is just generally really tall. Again if I'm measuring everything out correctly this second girl is about 6'9" tall.

Boys are 6'0, 5'9", and 5'0" respectively (again not exactly intended height differences but I don't care enough to adjust the heights in these drawings further so they shall stay like this until further notice)

I haven't been drawing for very long (only like a month with any focus, or three years off on with extensive breaks in between attempts) so these are pretty beginner-ish imo but I'm proud of the progress I've been making. This particular piece I've been working on since Wednesday (today is Sunday for anyone seeing this way later) and have been drawing it on my phone in Ibis Paint X with my finger, not stylus (though my phone has one, I just don't use it because I find when drawing with it the pen doesn't track correctly compared to my finger).

[mewtwoandme]

Hello, I'm using this ask to both say, thank you, and ask something, so. Thank you, you are a massive inspiration to me and my motivation to draw and interest in art has skyrocketed after coming across yours and tcs blogs. What do you do when you finally get the motivation to do something and come to find out that, you can't because of something happening? (Drawing tablet pen somehow fell into my trash can, and went out with trash I took out months ago and only just today figured it out after looking for it for a solid week.)

Oh gosh, well, I can't say I've never been in the same boat, lol. There have been many times I misplaced my stylus or forgot to bring it with me several times while away. But yeah, that really can affect the motivation somewhat. I wouldn't worry too much about it though. You'll definitely have to buy or order a new one, if you haven't already. If your motivation starts to go away in the meantime while waiting on a new pen, don't fret too much. Your motivation may easily come back when your new pen arrives in the mail (or if you physically go out to the store and buy one) ^^

[naranjapetrificada]

WIP Wednesday, on an actual Wednesday!

I've still been chipping away at the captive AU and the arranged marriage AU, but this week's sample comes from the latter.

When Stede indirectly raised the subject of his upcoming journey north to his scribe, Lucius, the young man had saved Stede the trouble of asking outright if he would come along by preemptively refusing. They both knew Stede would have been well within his rights to turn the request into an order, but they both also knew he would never insist upon it.  Stede was done for the day and preparing to leave his office – well, the office he'd commandeered in his father's townhouse – but he still felt like he ought to make some show of trying to get his way.  "Don't you want to be there to record an event of such historical significance?"  Lucius shrugged, then returned to his work transcribing notes from a stack of wax tablets onto papyrus.  "Well what about all that crisp mountain air? The vistas and the foliage and all new plants and animals to see?"  With a flourish Lucius crossed something off a list with his reed pen, then pointedly raised an eyebrow.  "No you're right, appealing to nature was the wrong strategy. How about…the new wardrobe you'll need? Your normal traveling clothes won't work in that climate, so you'd need trousers and real boots and at least two cloaks?"  Lucius looked a little more interested than before as he thoughtfully scraped a wax tablet clean to be used again. Then a tiny, but not unkind shake of his head.  "Come on mate, where's your sense of adventure?" "It's at the lakeside villa," said Lucius as he put his stylus down, "where we'll all be anxiously awaiting your return. And where I'll finally be able to organize the library without interference." "More like where you'll sit by the lake and make eyes and farmhands and eat your weight in fresh plums," said Stede.  "You say that like it's not what anyone would pick if they were given the choice," said Lucius as he returned to the task at hand, which he would need to finish before his own workday was done.  Given the choice indeed, Stede groused to himself. Best not to dwell on that for long or his mood would well and truly tank.   "Between you and the children we won't have anything left for wine or preserves this year. And don't touch the library, I have a system!"  They both knew that Lucius would touch the library and that Stede would spend months putting it back the way he liked, it one book at a time. He pictured the space, his favorite place on the planet, flooded with mid-morning light beams that the cats would follow and nap in as the day went on. He pictured himself lounging on one of the couches with multiple books to hand in case his first choice didn't strike his fancy. He pictured himself at his desk surrounded by scrolls, working on a translation or drafting a reply to one of the scholars he sponsored, with at least one accidental ink smear on his face or hands.  But there was also a shadow lurking in those imagined, familiar scenes. Not an ominous shadow, just a space waiting to be filled by a man Stede couldn't yet picture. If everything went according to plan and the gods willed it to be so, the next time Stede saw his library would be during his return to the city, with his future husband in tow. It would be after Lucius finished his "organizing", and everything would look tidy and impressive and intentional but nothing would be where Stede expected it to be. 

[vibrantinklings]

Error seems pretty mad there (It’s probably Ink)

My pen stylus chose the worst time to break and i had to order a replacement (ow my wallet), not sure when that will show up

[kekeartzworld]

WIP

Cyanna WIP to test out my new stylus pen for my iPad

Must say it works great for a cheap piece of plastic I ordered off AliExpress

Plus get a load of my new artist glove that my stylus pen came with

Fancy, ain’t it..?