#i still can't take myself to draw full finished drawings of these guys

[hyunnie04]

muse

hwang hyunjin x reader, fluff | m.list

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synopsis: you can't decide what to give hyunjin for his birthday. a/n: very self indulgent theme/fic!! i like to draw myself so i thought i'd write about it for his birthday :> i apologize for being a bit late, irl obligations have been kicking my ass lately i'm sorry my hyune but i hope you guys like it! T-T

march was a month full of new beginnings. the year was only starting, january and february flying by like a breeze. remnants of winter still clung in the air and on the branches of the trees, pillowing them with the softness of white snow. it was also getting warmer, the chill no longer having its harsh bite and welcoming the inevitable pinks and greens of spring to come. and for you, new beginnings also meant taking on projects that you never thought you would be able to do. 

hyunjin's birthday was only a few days away, just a little less than a week from now.

you've spent the entire afternoon in a panic after the realization, racking your brain for any ideas, thinking what you could possibly do for his present only to come up empty handed. buying a gift for him is certainly the easier option and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it, seeing as hyunjin was the type of person to appreciate whatever you give him, be it big or small, expensive or not. it was just the matter of wanting to surprise him with a gift that he most likely doesn’t already have.   

you sigh and rest your head on the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling in thought. your eyes silently wander towards the painting that hung on the wall of your tiny apartment.

it was painted by hyunjin himself, a bouquet of your favorite flowers that he had given you for your own birthday. you always loved staring at it, earning a place in your favorite corner of the room.

you often stare at it, delving into the intricacies of each brush stroke, how the colors come together in harmony, the symbolism and sentimentality behind it all, and just how much love was poured into making it. hyunjin truly had a talent in capturing the likeness and essence of his subjects, even the simplest ones.

it was almost tradition, how he makes his closest family and friends paintings when it was their birthday or when there was a special occasion. he used his oil paints that you've become familiar with, the dozens of tubes and pots of color messily strewn all across his little studio back at his dorm.

it was a such thoughtful gesture, painting that was. taking his time out of his day to make something out of nothing, showing that he truly cared about the person. whenever you would visit him on his days off, he was always immersed in his craft. adept fingers swiping over charcoal, hands dipping into paint, a sight you always love seeing. you still remember the photo you took secretly of him in his studio, blissfully painting the night away.

you drum your hands on the arm rest, returning to brainstorm for ideas, still in deep thought. and then it all suddenly clicked. 

you have always admired hyunjin and his work, so why not make him one in return? 

he was always giving others gorgeous pieces of art, he certainly deserved to have his own. you were no picasso and certainly no hyunjin, but the act of gift giving has always been your favorite way of showing your love.

you had a basic grasp of how the medium was used, having watched hyunjin more than enough times. the techniques he had taught you during one of your art sessions together might come in handy as well. the one and only problem was that it left you with such little time to finish it. oh well, it was better to start late than never.

the next day, you picked up and gathered the necessary materials from the art supply shop you knew hyunjin frequented, recognizing the different kinds of paints, sizes and types of canvases, and brushes that he likes to use. you laid them out on your living room floor upon arriving home, finally starting on your little project. 

the remainder of the days leading up to his birthday were spent awake during ungodly hours into the night, full of endless trials and errors, scrapped ideas and tons of caffeine. your living room became your makeshift studio, a tarp laid down the center to catch the unavoidable mess you surely would be making. learning a completely different and unfamiliar medium from what you were used to was difficult, but you were determined and your mind was set.

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hyunjin was getting worried. it had been a few days since he last saw you, nonetheless heard anything. he understood that the two of you were quite busy people, not always finding the time to talk. but after five missed calls and maybe a dozen texts over the span of two days and no reply? he was ill at ease.

maybe he was overreacting, but he knew that you would've at least sent something to acknowledge his texts. he decided to ask his friends about your whereabouts, asking if anyone had contact with you, only earning head shakes in return.

"have you tried going to their place?" chan asks the ravenette, leaning his back on the dance practice room’s mirrored walls. hyunjin huffs, mouth forming into a slight pout, shaking his head no. practice was getting more challenging as the comeback and schedules started to pile up, his attendance becoming crucial.

"you can go later, we don't have anything scheduled for tomorrow." his hyung removes his cap, fluffing his curls underneath. hyunjin breathes out a sigh of relief, sending him a quick thank you.

the older of the two nods in understanding, reaching a hand out to hyunjin upon standing on his feet. back to practice they went.

it was the night before his birthday. getting stubborn paint off your brushes was the worst, is what you've learned these past several days of non-stop painting. even with the appropriate solvent, the paint can and is still clinging stubbornly onto its fibers; leaving you in the bathroom sink to scrub them tediously under soap and some warm water.

your hands start to ache with all the scrubbing, perhaps growing tired as well from the painting, but you'd like to think that the momentary pain was worth it. the composition of it was finally starting to come together. the work flow became easier once you figured out a concept and a theme you were happy with, inspiration and motivation coming in effortlessly now. it only needed some last few touches, you could only hope he would like it as much as you ended up liking it too.

after the brushes were cleaned to the best of your abilities, you pat them dry, leaving them on the counter for the time being.

"y/n? are you home?" your hands still at the sound of the front door opening. it was undeniably hyunjin's voice. 

you and hyunjin lived apart despite dating for quite a long while. it was a mutual agreement that it would be more convenient for the two of you to live separately, his job requiring him to live closer to his place of work. you gave him a spare key so he could come by whenever he liked, but you didn’t expect him at all to drop by today.

you originally thought nothing of it for a moment, even brushing it off. but then the panic started to set in. he would see it right away, the canvas sitting right in front of the living room with no cloth to cover it. if you go out now, you might have a chance of covering it up before he finds out.

rushing out of the bathroom after wiping your hands dry, you've quickly noticed how it had suddenly gone quiet. you peak around the corner, seeing him standing idly in the middle of your living room, still unaware of your presence.

it was too late. you see the familiar ebony locks greet you upon arriving. his mouth practically hanging open as he stares at the easel facing him, winter coat slung heavily on his left arm.

"surprise?" you flush upon seeing his head whip towards your figure, leaned against the arch of the doorway. it was also a little embarrassing, not having the time to clean up. 

"is...that me?" he says in quiet disbelief. you can’t quite decipher if his reaction was good or bad but you nod, coming up to stand beside him. he stares at the canvas once more, no doubt taking in the details of it. you start to feel a little anxious under his gaze, silently wondering if he likes it. 

"it's not done yet, that's why it looks a little rough." you pause, hesitation lacing your voice. he would eventually find out, having already seen it. “it was supposed to be your surprise birthday present.” is what you ended up saying, speech meek and low, barely audible. 

his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as he turns his eyes back to you. a noticeable redness staining his cheeks.

“wow,” he breathes out, tilting his head closer to gaze on the finer details. hyunjin pauses for a moment before replying. “this is beautiful.” his voice light, feathery. his fingertips, slender and lithe, hovering above as if to trace it. relief washed over you hearing him say it, your nerves easing and cheeks warming in return.

“you think so?” you purse your lips before smiling gratefully at him, noting the masking tape still plastered on its borders and small parts of it still unblended but thank him earnestly nonetheless. 

“i figured since you always make people art on their birthday," you took to move to the couch, the ache in your body starting to take its toll. "i thought i'd give back and make you one too." 

hyunjin was, in short- moved. the portrait was of him sitting in his art studio, the sun falling and spilling on his form peaking through the windows. although his elegantly curved back was turned and it was impossible to see his face, it was unmistakable that it was him.

he was truly not expecting anything, he was just happy with the prospect of just being with you on his special day. the thoughtfulness, sentimentality, and affection that came with making gifts with him in mind, he didn’t think it was possible to love you more than he already did. his eyes are lost in yours, the contours of his handsome face highlighted by the dim lights of your living room.

“i know it's bad but-”

hyunjin doesn’t let you continue, pulling you into a sudden kiss, throwing his coat on the couch haphazardly. your immediate response was to wrap your hands around his neck, hands wandering up and towards his hair. you could feel his smile on his mouth as he kisses you, grabbing the nape of your neck to steady your form. the kiss is intoxicating, feeling the love upon his soft movements, his warmth contrasting the chill from outside.

when he parts from you, he’s giddy, and jumping around like the happiest ferret you’ve ever seen. the wisps of hair fall to his temple, framing his beautiful face. “thank you, darling.”

“even if it’s not done yet- i love it,” he presses another kiss to the side of your mouth. “so much.” you could only laugh in response, completely flustered and enamored by his reaction.

hyunjin pulls you towards his chest, both arms locking around your shoulders. you could smell the perfume he always likes to wear. “is this why you weren’t picking up your phone?”

“my phone?” you pat your pockets in search, only to find it missing. your mind must’ve slid away, not knowing at all where it was but you could search for it later. “oh, yeah. m’ sorry.” the apology is muffled by the fabric of his shirt. he hums, his worries fading. you thought he was going to let you go, but he retaliates by resuming to press more kisses into you.

“okay, okay! thank you. i’m glad you like it.” you untangle his long arms from your body in order to stand up while hyunjin watches you do so, curiosity in his eyes. you already miss the warmth he radiated. 

“but, technically-” you start by grabbing the easel and placing it near the wall and out of his view, grabbing the stray tubes of paint off the floor and putting them away in their basket. “it’s still not your birthday.”

his plump lips form into a pout as he continues to watch you clean up. “and i’m not quite done with it yet so you have to wait.” placing a quick ‘boop’ to his nose, you head to the bathroom to freshen up for bed.

hyunjin checks his wrist watch as he follows you suit, his white teeth poking out. his arms catch you once again, wrapping you from behind. "it's 12."

amused by his antics, you let out another laugh before turning around in his hold to face him again, pressing a kiss on his soft lips.”in that case, i’ill finish it as soon as possible and-”

"happy birthday, my dearest."

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[vivi-blue]

IT IS FINALLY DONE!

God, this took me way too long...xD

After days of work I finally finished the challenge that I set for myself: Sending out props to a lot of artist here on tumblr that I really enjoy! (Actually there are way waaay more people, but I really had to set myself a limit, I'm sorry fellas ;w; I still love you!)

These people inspire me every day with their creative concepts, stories, humor and passion for art and give me the drive to continue drawing myself. With this little collection I wanted to say "thank you" for all that you do and create. You rock, guys!

(I really hope I didn't mess up any of the tags and I apologize if I might fu**ed up your designs/characters ;3; I know I'm not the best in proportions and all, but I really tried. <w<´´ Also I really hope Tumblr compresses the text by itself, so that you don't get smacked by this wall of text. I'm still a rookie on tumblr, so I don't know what to do ;w;)

Okay, heeere we go! THE TAGS!

@tv-tower / @uuberwachen - with PB aka Swap Pizzahead (I really love the idea of the au and adore the character designs. PB sure is one of my favorites -w- He is literally the most reasonable of them all XD)

@technically-a-kiwi - with Cosmic Peppino ( The design of Cosmic Peppino is simply beautiful and the idea that this chef has strong star powers and needs to take care of Cosmic Noises shenanigans is super funny to me XD )

@sirtotallynotatimetraveler - with Mel Sproutbloom / Sagebloom (I'm sorry, I wasn't sure which name is canon ;w;) ( I loooove Mel! He is such a gentle, colorful guy and looking at him makes me all happy <3 )

@alextydaisuda123 - with their version of Vigilante ( I can't repeat enough how much I adore their artstyle. I love Vigi's design the most. I don't know it's just...THAT'S Vigi for me, you know? Simply fitting, cool, but also stylish -w- )

@alice-the-demon - with Vittoria ( I was first thinking of drawing Archangel Peppino, since this guy is the softness itself, buuuut I have to admit that I love the lively and passionate personality of Vittoria. She is great -w- )

@misdreavusplush - with Eyelashes ( I can't help it. I saw that character and was in awe. How adorable can you be?? I was barely able to draw her eyes as pretty as they are xD <3 )

@creature-of-pizza - with Pepp ( Seriously, the idea to see a "Fake Peppino" with more cat dna is such a win for me. He is dynamic, sassy, derpy and so damn cool! >w< Also love how colorful their pictures are.)

@eskariolis-con-salsa - with Gnocchi (I was thinking about drawing their version of Fake Peppino first, but...*looks at picture* ...let's be honest, you can't get pass that little guy. ;w; He purifies my soul. Have some soap, little guy.)

@oddpizza - with Caramel Jam aka CJ (Such a creative and powerful character! I've seen so many artworks of them and I adore them. You need more joyful people like this ^^)

@pizza-tower-secrets - with Lycheecheechee ( A small, adorable bundle full of surprises and of course secrets! I love their drive and colorful design. Simply a delight! :3 )

@rhaytronik - with Red ( A dynamic and enjoyable character with their love for adventures! Not only a great character but also the Pizzasona of my best friend. Thanks to them I was brave enough to start a tumblr account myself. So thank you for being there for me <3 )

@cutechan555 - with Mage Gustavo (To be honest, I had a very hard time to pick a character here, since their account is full of stories and ideas. I chose mage Gustavo, since I love his design and story. I'm currently into "Delicious in Dungeon" and to imagine that he goes dungeon crawling with his bros to safe Peppino is such a cool idea XD)

@bigbeastcyruspt - with Trion (I have to be honest, at first I was very startled of Trion, since his design is very mighty and scary. I mean, it's his chase form after all. But the more I learned about him, the more I grew to like him. Very damn cool design! Also couldn't help to add dah baby ;w;)

@lunar-dal - with Pizza Cruise Peppino (Another au I simply adore! The design of the characters is colorful and bright, and to imagine Peppino as a singing gondolier brings me great joy. Also I'm a big fan of otter Brick ;w; )

@smalltimidbean - with Pea Pod, Sugar Snap Pea and Snow Pea (Believe me, I never before had such a hard time to pick ONE of so many wonderful Peppi clones! THAT was torture XD But in the end I guess I picked my favorite. Such a tired, but very cute one. Not to forget about the little ones <3 To draw a PT character with 4 fingers and 2 thumbs on one hand was quite a challenge lol )

@tinderboxofsillyideas - with Coffee Peppino (Probably one of the most adorable au versions of Peppino. Seriously, if I had the chance to get my coffee in his café, I totally would! Give that guy all the tips! <3 First thought of drawing their wizard Peppino version, but the adorable barista won lol)

@xbeih - with Metal Peppino (One of the first au's I started following. Seriously, how cool can one person be?? I mean, the whole au is amazing and I enjoy every person in it. But damn...Peppino takes the cake. ówo He is so badass, you can't imagine <w< Also I'm very sorry, it was my first time drawing a guitar and aaaaaaa )

.....*looks left and right* ...ok, we did it. Wow!

God, I'm exhausted now...XD

Well, thank you very much for reading and sorry for the wall of text ówq I can only recommend you to check these people out. They are all very talented and should be appreciated!

Have a pleasant morning / day / evening / night everyone. (Depending your timezone lul .w. )

See ya next time! Vivi out!~

[kyoukorpse]

Do you have any tips for drawing?

OKAYY this has been sitting for a while my apolocheese... i thiiink i might have answered a similar ask before (i did in fact) with some drawing tips... so this time i think i'll give some art advice on avoiding or coping with burnout <- guy who has spent most of its 20s with burnout, art block, and building a new relationship around art while working full time

one thing for sure i had to learn was how to trick myself into looking at art as a fun hobby and not more work, and it took a long time but it worked for me. takes some mental discipline, but well worth it. art comes easier when you see it as something fun throughout the whole process, and not more work. you have to want to do it.

don't always force yourself to finish something all in one go, especially without breaks. take breaks to get up, stretch, eat, drink, take care of yourself. you'll associate art with feeling better that way too. also, not everything needs to be done in one day, especially when it's for you. i stopped finishing things in one day a long time ago and it helped me find time to draw even on days i work. i always have time for art if i don't put pressure on finishing it the same day!!

NEVER force yourself to draw if you don't want to, same goes for writing or any creative endeavor. you'll burnout faster by forcing yourself and it'll feel like a chore and you'll grow a negative connection with your art which will make it harder and take longer to heal from. its taken me Years to remind myself of this but now i can come home from an 8 hour shift and still want to sit down and draw after i get home and take care of myself first.

if you feel like you're burning out or there's a creative wall preventing you from doing anything, ride it out. it sucks and it's upsetting, but the best thing to do when you want to make something but just Can't is to let it be, and gain some perspective doing something else for a while. play some games (especially new ones), watch new shows, new movies, try a new craft. Honestly, dabbling in anything new that shows other peoples' creative processes, and doing something new to create something, does wonders for art block. you get a new perspective on things and you'll come back to your creative process with a new lens on things and new solutions as well.

i think this one's most important but oh my god. please. please. love your art. love what you make. be proud of it. i save all my art to my phone and look at it all the time, even older pieces from years ago. find what you love about your art, yeah you'll find mistakes but that's not bad either. learn from them, grow, but oh my god please love the process as much as the outcome too. love the way you sketch things, the way your lineart changes details as you go along, how much the colors make it come to life, and be proud of the end result. loving your art and the time you spend to make it makes all the difference, it's not a chore, it's a form of self expression and that's what makes it all worth it. LOVE YOUR ART.

okay that was my sentence i hope you liked it. (:

[nerdinabook]

Marauders x muggleborn Reader (platonic)

- maybe slight nods to a Remus x Reader romance (I have a problem I know) but it doesn't have to be taken that way.

CW: panic attack, bad mental state, overwhelming feelings, death, grief.

I always make sure they boys are taken care of.

I make sure James remembers his schoolwork and his books before we go to class, he is very forgetful.

I know people from outside our circle often tease Peter about how he trails after the rest of the boys like a lost puppy, but I make sure he knows how loved and appreciated he is by both me and the rest of the boys.

I notice how Sirius draws away from the rest of the group before holidays and around his brothers birthday and I make sure I get him alone so he feels comfortable crying all he needs to without judgement or ridicule.

I know how Remus gets testy before the full moon so I know to try to tidy up the boys dorm, and restock his chocolate supply so he has less triggers because I know how guilty he feels after he snaps at the boys.

The point of all this being that I take care of them, watch them and make sure they take care of eachother when I'm not around so that for days like today when I simply can't bring myself to leave my dorm I know that they'll survive.

When Mary shook me awake this morning I had already decided to hibernate in my dorm all day. I brushed her off and made some excuse of it being that time of the month, which wasn't true as I finished my period last Monday, she gave me a look of disbelief but didn't push it and said she would check on me during lunch. I fell back asleep before I even heard the door close behind her.

Later I awoke to scratching on the outside of my door, confused I looked around and saw I was still alone in the dorm. I grab my wand and slowly move towards the door.

As I rip the door open with my wand out, the pit of fear in my stomach immediately leaves as I notice the familiar black dog named Padfoot outside my door.

"Merlin pads, give me a heartattack why don't ya" I keep the door open for him to enter while I return to my bed. I have known the boys we animagus since before they completed the task, them going on a month long 'silence strike' was as worrisome as a big indicator what they were doing. You see part of the procedure to become an animagus is to keep a mandrake leaf in your mouth for a month.

"Sorry it's just the only way we can get up the girls stairs without it turning to a slide" Sirius returns to his boisterous self as he fully enters the dorm room.

"Wait we?" I sit up alarmed and looking towards the door ready for the horror about to flood into the room.

Right on cue I hear the stomping of hooves up the stairs paired with the sharp breaths of some anxious person come up the stairs rapidly.

I watch in awe and horror as a deer enters my dorm room with a horrified Remus Lupin sat atop him holding a tiny rat in one hand and gripping one of Prongs' antlers in a death grip with the other.

"See I told you it would work!" Sirius exclaims as Remus quickly and awkwardly gets off Prongs' back and sets Wormtail on the floor.

Immediately after turning back into James he starts doubling over in laughter.

" Oh Merlin! That was the best thing ever! We definitely have to do it again" James eventually straightens up and plops himself next to me on my bed.

"Yeah no not happening" Remus says as he brushes imaginary dirt off his clothes.

"But Moonyy, what about next time we need to check up on our better fifth." Sirius wines out dramatically.

"There won't be a next time, why are you guys here shouldn't you be in class?" I move over in my bed to try and give more room for them, but in reality it could probably only hold 1 more person comfortably.

I guess Remus decided to be that person as he comes and sits next to me and James on the bed. "We couldn't let our best girl be all by herself" Remus rubs my leg in a comforting motion.

"Guys I promise I'm fi-" Peter cuts me off.

"Come off it, you know we know you better then that" Peter exclaims "I can see the circles under your eyes showing that you haven't slept"

"And the slight redness of your nose" James taps my nose as he speaks "in addition to the pile of tissues on your nightstand" my eyes dart to my nightside instinctively and see the tissues that I put there after my mental breakdown last night. "And the fact that you aren't showing signs are being ill and there is none of that muggle meditation out, points to the fact that you've been crying"

"Medication" I correct under my breath

" When Mary told us you were holed up in your dorm with girl problems, that was a dead give away somethings up because we know you love to pressure Moony to give up some of his chocolate when your on your period, which you did last week" Sirius moves to sit on the floor besides the bed as he speaks. "I may not be an expert in female autonomy but I know your period doesn't last 2 weeks"

"Dove," Remus takes my hand " you haven't even changed from what you were wearing last night" I look down and see he is right I am still wearing the sweats and band tee I was wearing last night as we were playing exploding snaps in the boys dorm.

I take the hand Remus is not holding and hold it up to cover my face as the emotions that were flooding through my body as the boys were talking all come to surface and a sob escapes my mouth.

"I-I jus-s-st" I stutter out through my sobs

"Hey hey, breathe, that's all you need to do right now, just breathe" James says as he pulls my arm from my face so I can match my breaths with his.

"That's right, just focus on your breaths don't want you hyperventilating" at some point through this Sirius must have gotten up from his place on the floor and took to rubbing my back.

Remus keeps a hold on my hand and when I started bringing my other hand up to scratch at my throat he grabbed it as well to stop me from inflicting red scratch marks on my neck.

The room seems to be moving in slow motion as all the boys are doing something to help me calm down my eyes locked with James as a grounding point as Remus holds my hands, Sirius rubs my back and shoulders, and Peter runs his hands through my probably very unruly hair.

The boys my boys unfortunately have experience helping eachother down from their own respective panic attacks so they know just what I need to calm down.

When it seems like I'm starting to calm down I lock eyes with Remus and break down again, and again when I see my pile of school work out of my peripheral, or feel Sirius' hands run over the back of my necklace. I'm just constantly going up and down, doing better then doing worse, it feels like a never ending cycle.

After a while I eventually just close my eyes and that helps things not be so triggering for me and I'm finally able to calm down.

Once I open them I see Peter standing besides me with a glass of water-I didn't even notice his hands leave the top of my head that's how out of it I was- I take it and drink it all down slowly as to not choke myself.

"There's our girl" Sirius says with his award winning grin, that does bring the tiniest upturn of my lips.

"Sorry you-" I start to apologize but Remus cuts me off.

"Nope no apologies, you've been there for us more then we count so its about time you let us be there for you" Remus smiles at me and hands me a tissue.

"What do you need?" Peter kneels down to be eye level with the rest of us " do you want to talk or just exist for a bit, maybe sleep some more?" He says with a gentle rub of my hand.

" I haven't heard from my parents in 2 months" I say while I rub my eyes clear of the liquid once enclosed in them. " 2 months with no letters, it's so unlike them, I'm so scared something- I inhale- with all the news I'm hearing of muggle families going missing in the prophet... and I can't even do anything, I'm just supposed to sit here and wait till I either hear something or go home for the holidays next week and find their bodies in my living room" I take more deep breaths as I feel my heart rate spiking again.

"Oh dove" Remus cradles his arms around my head and pulls me into a hug.

"I'm just so tired, and done" I sigh into his arms.

"We're here for you, you know that right" Peter says.

"Just like you've been there for us through our baggage, let us be there for you" Sirius says as he kneels down and outs his hand on my folded up knee.

I pull out from the hug with Remus and wipe the stray tear from the corner of my eye.

"Thanks guys" I give a half-hearted smile hoping they can in-fact tell how much it means to me.

[ellieswifie]

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warnings: spider-woman!ellie, 18+ mdni, cursing, amazing spiderman references, kissing, pet names (bug girl)(i’m not sorry), pre-smut but no real smut (i know, but i’m still not sorry), just being in love with spider-woman!ellie

authors note: after seeing @cottoncandytomu amazing spiderwoman!ellie post, i immediately fell in love with spider-woman!ellie and needed to write some hcs. this post is entirely just for funzies and all inspiration goes to @cottoncandytomu. also, i don't know what the fuck i'm doing when it comes to hc's so bear with me. hope you enjoy!

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sfw

spider-woman!ellie who would one hundred percent tell you she's spider-woman before she tells anyone else. she'd be super scared and nervous while she starts talking, but you had secretly known the entire time.

"i've been wanting to get something huge off my chest..." she'd start pacing around the room in her grey sweats and jacket, covering her red and blue suit. you know exactly what she's been wanting to tell you, but you wanted to her her say it. well until she started taking forever to get the words out her mouth. "i don't want you to think i'm crazy but... i'm-" "spider-woman." you'd finished as her eyes grew wide. "i've known for quite a while now."

spider-woman!ellie who wouldn't care that you've known all through your entire friendship. she's more than happy she didn't have to go through the suffering of explaining the entire thing. and if anything it made your "friendship" stronger.

spider-woman!ellie who would hate just calling you her friend. she'd want to swing around the city while you held onto her waist tightly. but with her and her intense bad guy fights, she couldn't risk losing you to any future villains, so she had to protect her feels from you.

spider-woman!ellie who would totally where her worn-down chucks while she was fighting crime. you'd catch her about to leave during a crime scene and just shake your head, staring at her shoes that are bearly hanging on.

she only wears them all the time because you would draw little spiderwebs and heart spiders all over the shoes. it makes her smile like crazy.

spider-woman!ellie who would be cocky as fuck while fighting villains but when it's just you and her out of her suit, she is the quietest and most reversed person ever. one moment she'd be like "got you now!" "what am I too fast for you?" to then a smiling mess in front of you.

spider-woman!ellie who would do just about anything to protect you. if you tried helping her track down a villain, she'd immediately turn down any ideas you brought up that included you being involved. you'd constantly ask why you can't help her and she'd end up confessing her love-sick feelings for you.

"ellie come on," you'd say for just about the tenth time. ellie was sitting in a chair across the room, refilling her web cartridges waiting for a villain call. "i can take full care of myself."

"no i can't risk you getting yourself hurt for me." ellie would mutter, not meeting your eyes. you'd roll your eyes at her response, as she turned away from you in the rolling chair. "why is it that you don't trust me? why is it that you constantly feel the need to protect me-"

"because i love you and every person i love in my life dies for me! and i don't want to lose the last person i care about to some silly villain chase. so no, you're not coming." she'd confess, as you stared blankly into her eyes. her watch would ding, making her tear her mask on, and swing out of your room, leaving the conversation completely unfinished.

spider-woman!ellie who wouldn't talk about the conversation for days. it would be on her mind for hours, but she couldn't risk breaking her friendship with you for her feelings. she'd stop swinging to your house before and after every fight making you want to just crawl into your own skin.

nsfw

spider-woman!ellie who would finally grow the balls to finally talk to you after a huge fight that had her body tattooed in cuts. regardless of whether you guys were on speaking terms or not, she'd only want you to numb the pain and make her scars go away. you'd be scared shitless as she stumbles towards your window, ripping her mask off. you wouldn't even bring up the confession, you two had a week or two ago. you'd help her limp towards your bed, while she struggles out of the suit.

the air would be thick as you roam around your bathroom, trying to keep quiet. ellie would be lying in only her sports bra, watching you walk back into the room, carrying a first aid kit and a chocolate bar.

your eyes would linger on her exposed skin while you settled yourself on the end of the bed, handing her the bar. "here..." you'd mutter. "it'll ease the pain."

spider-woman!ellie who would think she didn't need the damn chocolate bar. she just needed you. she only needed you ever.

spider-woman!ellie who would whine and struggle out of your grasp as you run a wet towel along her stomach. your nose would scrunch at the pain you know your causing her, so you remove the towel, looking into her eyes. ellie's breathing would be heavy as you reposition yourself, sitting on her thigh.

you wouldn't stop looking at her eyes as you place the towel back on her wounded scar. she'd gunt at the instant contact, but her eyes wounded leave yours. "shhh." you'd hush her, looking back down at her exposed skin. "i know it hurts but just focus on me.."

spider-woman!ellie who would read the entire thing wrong. her eyes would meet down to look at you dressed in only a tank top and short pajama shorts. it was as if suddenly all the pain she'd been feeling vanished in seconds. her eyes remained on your face when you looked back up at her.

your hand removed from her bleeding wound and rested on her thigh while you guys held eye contact. you could feel your words cloud up in your throat when ellie leaned closer to your face.

spider-woman!ellie who would raise her hand to remove a strain of loose hair out your face, while her face moved closer to yours. your hands would trail up her body, stopping to rest on her chest. "your hands are so soft..." ellie muttered, closing her eyes at your light touch.

you couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, before turning back on your serious face when ellie opened her eyes, lips not too far from yours.

spider-woman!ellie who would jump from under you when two light knocks come from your locked bedroom door. you both turned toward the door before you'd climb off her thigh to open the door, where ellie wasn't in the frame.

"dad! hey is everything alright?" you'd say, looking back at ellie for a quick second before looking back at your dad. "yeah just thought i heard talking." he'd mutter, making the hairs on your skin shoot up. "anyways, your mother and i are headed to bed, you should probably do the same. good night."

you'd simply just nod your head, shut the door, and turn back to ellie, who is now standing by your bed. your eyebrows were drawn together as ellie stood there, the top half of her suit still unzipped.

spider-woman!ellie who would now feel embarrassed for showing up here at such an inappropriate time. she'd begin getting her mask and shoes back on and you'd stand across the room just watching her.

"what are you doing? you can't just go swing back outside. you're still bleeding." you'd say stepping back towards her.

"i shouldn't even came-" ellie stutters, but when you move to place a hand on her face, she immediately shuts up. you both fall silent just staring at each other.

spider-woman!ellie who would mutter a quick "fuck it" before smashing her lips against yours, making you let out a soft moan.

spider-woman!ellie who would smirk at the soft sounds you're making from her touch. she'd nudge you two back towards the bed, but yelp when you fall against her injured chest. you gasped and removed your lips quickly, lifting off her slightly. ellies head fell back onto the mattress laughing slightly, making you cover your mouth with your hand.

"oh my god, are you okay?!" you inquired, trying to lean off her, but ellie would wrap her hands around your hips, trapping you in place.

"i’m fine," she’d smile, looking at your face red with embarrassment. you'd hid your face into her neck, smiling. "but maybe we should take things a little slow, yeah?"

spider-woman!ellie who would clearly doesn't know what taking things slow means and no surprise to you, you don't either.

spider-woman!ellie who would swing by your house after every villain fight just to make out with you for hours after your first kiss. her suit would be unzipped, exposing her hard nipples poking out of her sports bra, while you remained fully clothed, rolling your hips slowly on her thigh.

you’d be in this position for what felt like forever before you’d try to take things to the next level, but ellie would quickly stop and make some silly excuse. "let’s wait til i take you out on a date." or "do you hear that?"

spider-woman!ellie who would insist on taking you swinging for your first date. you wanted to just go out to dinner and hang out back at your house, but when she convinces you to sing around the city then have a nice dinner on a high up building planned by non other than ellie williams, you can’t help but forget all about the boring dinner.

you guys chat for hours about anything, just enjoying each other’s presence before she’d swing you around once more.

spider-woman!ellie who would have her phone in her hands texting you mid battle. regardless of how much she could put herself in danger, she makes she to answer all your texts and calls.

"hey babe where are you right now?" you’d say then hear sirens and gun shots in the background. "ellie are you-" "nowhere babe! what’s up?”

spider-woman!ellie who would love doing the spiderman kiss with you regardless of where you were. you’d be walking down the street and shed pop out of nowhere upside down, tearing her mask up just above her mouth, ready for her kiss.

"you seriously need to stop popping up on me." you’d smile, stepping closer to her lips. ellie’s nose would scrunch in the cutest way before pressing her lips to yours. "i just miss you all the time."

spider-woman!ellie who would crawl into your arms just always wanting to feel you close because it tells her you are safe. she'd lay in your arms telling you about her day and the past bad guys she'd fought, while you rub her hair and tell her how much you love her.

spider-woman!ellie who would love the pet names. the moment you call her bug girl, she'll be crawling at your skin wanting you all to herself.

"careful bug girl.." you mumbled, as ellie's hands met the waistband of your sweats. her eyebrows raised at the pet name turning her on even more than the hot wet spot building in her boxers.

"what did you just call me?" she'd smirk, dipping her hands quicker down past your underwear. "bug girl." you replied, gasping when ellie's fingers found your core. "say that again." little did you know you'd be moaning the nickname the rest of the night.

spider-woman!ellie who would forever do anything that makes you happy and do whatever you want.

sigh. we all need a spider-woman!ellie.

[cinemastyles-backup]

Spill or Fill Part 3

Summary: final part to the mini Spill or Fill series

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, pregnancy talk, squirting with fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, oral (f rec), choking, rough actions, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

DUNKIRK HARRY

"Do you think we can just sneak out? I don't really feel finished with you just yet." I slide my hands down Harry's semi open white shirt.

He smirks, "We'll say you aren't feeling well." He pulls me in and kisses me, "I'm not finished with you either."

I bite my lip and walk with him as he grabs my hand and leads me down the hall way into the room where the party is.

Jimmy loves us. He threw us another surprise party a few weeks after the last one when we were on his show, but even still, Harry and I continue to jump each other when we get the chance, and now it’s even worse now the longer you’re engaged.

"There you guys are!" Jimmy yells, dancing to the music, "Thought you left."

"We're going to head out, y/n isn't feeling well, so I'm going to take her home." Harry yells, "Thank you so, so much for this, Jimmy, again."

He look at me and winks, "Feel better."

I laugh as Harry and I quickly make our way out of the club.

"He so knew what we are up to." I wrap my arm around Harry's and he laughs, "Oh yeah."

He opens the car door for me and tells the driver we're heading home.

He gets in and I'm immediately on him, "I don't know if I can wait until we're home, Harry."

He bites his lip and shakes his hand up my dress, "Let me help you until we're there." He slips his fingers inside my pussy, slowly curling his fingers.

"You're so unbelievably sexy with a pussy full of my cum." He whispers as he nips my ear lobe, "Fuck you make my cock so hard."

I moan and grip his shirt, popping open a few of the buttons, "Fucking shit, baby." I gasp as his thumb rubs circles on my clit.

"I can't wait to have my face buried in between your legs when we get home."

I moan at his words and arch my back off the seat. I grind my hips down onto his hand, whimpering as he edges me closer.

"Use my hand, baby. Fuck your self on it." His lips attach to my neck, definitely leaving a deep purple mark or two.

"Fuck. You're soaked." He groans, "Shit."

I reach over and lay a hand on his cock, palming him through his pants. He groans lowly, pushing his hips up, desperately trying to get more.

"H-How much longer?" I ask between pants, "I-I'm gonna cum."

"Almost there baby." He moves his fingers in and out at a steady rate, drawing me closer and closer until I cum on his fingers.

"You made your dress wet, darling." Harry moans, "Fuck, that's so hot."

I whimper and move my hips as I come down from my high, panting as I continue to palm him.

He takes his hand away and lays it on mine, "You can play with it all you want when we get inside, baby. Okay? Come on."

As soon as the car comes to a stop, Harry's out the door and pulling me with him, "Thank you." He yells as we basically run to the door.

He unlocks it as I push myself on him, "Harry." I whine lowly.

"Hold on, sweetheart. Almost.." the door opens and he wraps an arm around my waist, "There."

He pulls me in and shuts the door with a slam, "That dress needs to come off." He takes his shirt off the rest of the way and undoes his belt, groaning as he finally frees his aching cock.

I slip my dress off and kick my heels off as Harry stands there watching me intently. I drop my dress, revealing my naked body to him and he bites his lip and shakes his head.

He walks over to me and walks be backwards until I'm on the couch. He drops to his knees and pushes my knees apart and up. I grab my thighs, holding my legs up for him as he rubs my clit and licks my folds with his tongue.

I gasp and let out a loud moan, "Harry."

He moans against me, sending vibrations through my skin. He switches and sucks my clit as his fingers slide in and out of my soaked cunt.

I turn into a mess, whining and moaning as I dig my nails into the back of my thighs. My eyes roll back and my back rises off the couch, "Fuck fuck I-"

I feel myself cum and he moans as he licks it off of me, "I fucking love when you squirt for me, baby. Shit."

He moves me so my back is against the arm rest and puts one knee on the couch. He brings my one leg up and lays it up his chest and over his shoulder and holds the other one over.

He slides his cock into me and I bring my arms up and grip the arm rest, "Harry." I gasp as my eyes roll back.

"Shit baby. Your pussy gets better and better each time I'm in it." He pulls out and his grip on my leg gets harder before he thrusts back in.

His pace is hard and fast, and it feels so fucking good.

I turn my head and push my forehead against my arm, letting out a scream, "Yes, yes. Harry, fuck."

He moans loudly and reaches down to grip my throat. I smile up at him and my lips part as I moan. His grip tightens and my eyes roll back.

My boobs bounce up with each thrusts and I can feel myself being brought to yet another, mind blowing, orgasm.

I clench around his cock and moan as loud as his hand around my throat will allow me.

Not long after, Harry is pushing his cock deep inside of me and pumping out his cum.

He lets go of my throat slowly, "Are you okay?" I nod, "I'm great." I smile up at him and he pulls out and gently sets my legs down.

"You need time to relax. I'll go start a bath then I'll come down for you. Okay?" He leans down and kisses me, "I love you."

I nod and lay a hand on his cheek, "I love you."

——

A few months later

"I now pronounce you, man and wife."

I smile at Harry and he smiles at me.

"You may kiss the bride."

Harry swoops me up and bends me back, planting his lips on mine. I wrap an arm around his neck and the audience cheers for us.

"My beautiful wife." Harry whispers before standing me up. I smile and take his hand as we turn forward the crowd of our close friends and family clapping, crying, and cheering for us.

We walk down the isle and it's nothing but pure happiness.

"We have a little before the reception." Harry whispers pulling me closer. "you wa-"

"Yes." I immediately say without letting him finish.

He smirks and helps hold up my dress so I don't trip as we run upstairs. We find and empty room and quickly shut and lock the door.

"First time having sex with my wife." He says pulling me in for a kiss, “My pregnant wife.” He smiles and kisses me again. The kiss is heated and passionate and I bite his lower lip, earning a moan from him.

"First time being fucked by my husband." I pull my dress up and bunch it up under me as I bend over the bed. He smacks my ass and squeezes where he hit, "You're more beautiful than you were yesterday."

I smile and look over my shoulder at him as he pushes his pants down. He spits down into his hand and pumps his cock a few times as he rubs my pussy with the other hand.

I'm already wet. I was wet as soon as I seen him in his suit.

"Harry." I whine, "Please."

He rubs the head of his cock against me and pushes in, "Fuck."

I grip the sheets and push my hips back to meet his, pushing him all the way in.

We share moans and he grips my hips, groaning as he starts to move his cock slowly building up to a rough pace, "Fucking hell" he moans, "Y/N. Baby."

I moan and tilt my head back, clenching around him, "H-Harry."

"Cum on my cock baby. I want to fill you completely full." He digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me to him, "Fuck."

My body tenses as my orgasm rips through me. Harry and I decided not to have sex for a week before the wedding, and as hard as it was to keep our hands off each other, it was totally worth it.

"You're going to be so full." He moans as he slowly pushes his cock in and out. I can feel him twitching, unloading his cum deep inside of me.

I lay there panting for a few minutes before he fixes my dress and helps me stand up, "We should do that more often." He chuckles, "That felt so good."

I shrug, "Maybe in a few months. That was us just getting started." I lean up and kiss his cheek, "Do I looked like I just got fucked?"

He fixes my hair and smiles, "You look amazing."

I walk over to the mirror to do one last look over and Harry walks up behind me, "Let's go join the party, I know it's going to get wild when we tell them the news."

Harry lays a hand on my stomach and I smile and lay a hand on his, "Let's go tell them we're having a baby."

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Trembling Essence:💙Background + script updates💙

Hi hi and welcome new followers, this week mainly focused on art practice. I'm still getting back into the flow of working on the full game so this post might be very short. :]

Anywho, here are some of the backgrounds I drew up as practice.

I was going to use these in the beginning of the game but the immersive symbolism I was going for didn't match up to my liking. It just finished raining in the swamp where you're located at which leaves the area feeling tolerably cold but oddly humid with a hint of decay/mold in the air. I'm aiming for a dreary night theme that gives off a foreboding and a gloomy atmosphere. These give off a "fairy-forest" concept which I don't like all that much. Here's some reference examples of what I hope to bring next time:

I'm also in the process of creating a map for myself to make things easier to layout since certain endings are being changed. This due to specific areas taking place in the forest and not the swamp which have their own unique form of symbolism. I tried to convey this in the March 2023/[Extended Demo] but it's hard to tell the difference between the areas.

I can't guarantee this fully but if you choose to explore around the area there might be small parallax effects that move around automatically. It was something I wanted to try back in the [Extended Demo] but this would've pushed the update farther out into the year.

Lastly, happy belated birthday to Noah! His birthday is May 7th! :]

I wasn't able to draw a birthday doodle yet so enjoy this unrelated sneak peek practice sketch I did a few days ago. :,,]

My Q&A / Ask box has been reset!

Thank you to those who have sent in asks in the past, unfortunately they all disappeared except for 1 while I was gone. I have no idea what happened but I can only guess it just got reset.

If you have any questions about Trembling Essence/Noah feel free to ask or resend them in here please. This makes it easier for me to see and answer accordingly! I would really like to hear from you guys!

This is all I have done so far but I'm enjoying the process even if it's a bit small, Thank you guys for the patience and continued support and patience I really appreciate it. :,]

[c0smiccom3t]

Dimension Dyfenders Update!! (9/20/23)

HEY, HEY, it's September! You know what that means! (read the above)

Hello D.D fandom, hello followers, mutuals, friends and hello people who curiously stumbled upon this post. You all know who i am, but for those who don't, let me introduce myself. My name's Comet. I'm the co-creator and main artist in the indie webcomic series Dimension Dyfenders! As of right now, i'm attending art school and trying my best to work more on the webcomic while also attending on my studies and get better grades. Now, you might ask, "Comet, what's going on with this series now?", "Why haven't been there more pocket adventures minisode 1 parts lately?" Well, i got the answers right here! First of all, let's start with the most obvious one... The Pocket Adventures situation.

Now, Pocket Adventures hasnt been online as of late, no next parts were being published, and im very sorry for that. The cause for it is the loss of motivation i had, which made me not work on it for a long while. Even when making new panels i feel extremely tired. Feeling like i should do something else (heck, i feel insecure about its panels when i draw them!) But fret not, that doesn't mean Pocket Adventures is getting cancelled. We still have loads of plans on the table and we can't wait to roll them out. But for now, we're taking a break due to IRL situations for example, art school. We, the team, have lives outside of making d.d content. We need to get our degrees and, well, try to survive life. But no worries, because I got plans to get back on D.D P.A Minisode 1 and finish it completely once winter break hits. As long as my motivation gets out of its hibernation phase. But still, i can't wait for you all to see the conclusion to minisode 1. (I just hope you dont mind if i jump right into the 'new designs' in the next pages)

Speaking of minisodes, I've been thinking of releasing minisodes only once a year than every saturday. Though this decision is not final yet. I don't want clout, in fact, i just wanna do what I love. Create stories and comics for everybody to enjoy. But if you guys would love for a minisode to release once a year or once in 3 months, let me know your opinions! Your criticism helps this series, especially its production, grow better!

Now, for the second and final question you may have asked… Thing is, Nothing has changed! But well, if you know me on my social media for my recent Crash Bandicoot fanart, then you might notice that Crash 4: It's About Time, especially it's artbook (and concept art by Nicola Saviori)... Has affected my artstyle, DRASTICALLY. So. The characters, of course, have went through some changes. I'd like to call this new artstyle... "The TFB Effect". As a matter of fact, Dimension Dyfenders (both its miniseries and full series) is going to have a brand new, more cartoony, zanier than ever artstyle! Don't believe me? See for yourselves. Starting with the main ones!

I decided to add a little bit of the good ol' Squash and Stretch to the characters to make them stand out more in the next comics. So of course, some of the colors have changed, especially designs and bodytypes. Oh, and not just that, our heroes have some new stuff, too! For example: Knockout's Dyfender Element is now refered as "Quantum Strenght", Paintdrop's is called "Cosmic Creativity" and Speedrunner's is called "Light Speed". Neat upgrades, eh? (Still, criticism is accepted.) Anyway, notice that in the first picture above there's something that says: "Dyfender Mode", right? Well, if you see that, that's because we are introducing something brand new to our heroes. Called: Omni-modes.

Now, "what are Omni-modes?", you may ask? Well, Omni-modes are modes that are set on the Dyfenders' Dy-watches, you may see that the Omni-Modes are, of course, the Dyfenders' alternate hero forms, to help them take on a mission in a different, more suitable form. When the day needs to be saved during night time (and rarely past bedtime), they activate Night Mode. For sunny beach days but still wanting to make sure nobody figures out their secret identities, Acqua Mode will be at their service. There are tons of different Omni-Modes to be shown (Especially, Pride mode, which was shown on this year's pride post.) So, yeah. Omni-modes will be shown in both the miniseries AND the full series!

Oh! And refering to characters, we can't forget about our main bad guys! Oh, you know, the Dajo-Crew? They got a bit of a make over to fit to the current artstyle! (ft. the updated height chart):

Now that we got that out of the way. let's just head over what will the future of the series look like as of right now. Starting off with the full series and pocket adventures. As said before, Dimension Dyfenders' artstyle changed. But that doesn't mean everything changed, things may be different (the more cartoony artstyle and the sillier tone), but nothing about the series has changed! And that means..

MORE POCKET ADVENTURES IS HAPPENING, THAT'S RIGHT! MORE D.D CONTENT COMING THIS WAY!

As for right now, D.D Minisode 1 may still be in development as we speak, but one thing that's completed right now is the script! Now that its finally finished, all thats left, is the panel and comic page-making (hopefully you wont mind the sudden character design changes, though.)! But in the meantime! We got some sneak peaks for not just one of the panels from the next minisode 1 pages, but also a never-seen before panel from the next minisodes of pocket adventures! (notice: some of these are not final and may change in the final product.)

That's not all! this franchise has got some new stuff coming in during it's run. We got so many plans, but this is the only thing we can show about said plans:

As you can see, you're gonna see some new characters in pocket adventures. While in the full series, you'll get some new characters too. Except... New baddies will be only in the full series, while in the miniseries then later in the animated series... You'll get to meet some new allies! So, keep your eyes peeled for them! And we hope you like them as much as we do.

Now, D.D has never shown a sign of stopping, even during hiatuses, so im happy to announce that more Pocket Adventures will be on their way after Minisode 1 has completed production! We're thinking of putting the upload dates on hold (which means, minisode 2 is delayed until further notice, sorry guys.). So please be patient when waiting for new minisodes.

And speaking of patience... I think I got a little something to keep you guys busy with while you wait... Introducing…

DIMENSION DYFENDERS TOONIES!

Now, you may be wondering: "What is THIS?" D.D.T (Dimension Dyfenders Toonies for long), is a brand new miniseries of comic strips that comes out during the weekends. (Starting in October, the end of september, or during the holiday season! No promises, though.) It's a little something i can make up while you guys wait for the next Pocket Adventures Minisodes. Oh yeah, here's one of the cover for it, too! It's not much, but i know you guys would go NUTS for it:

This will be about how the Dyfenders handle their superhero and school lives in everyday situations. (No worries, the action isn't gone. There might be some strips about school, but there will be more strips about their superhero lives, guarantee!). It's also about what The Dajo-Crew does when they aren't invading dimensions, get into some shenanigans at the castle and also when they plot evil schemes. some strips will be either original with a new short story or a recreation of old strips from phase 1 (not a final decision of course, but you can tell us if you like this idea)! One thing to point out is that some of the strips might take place before some minisodes, now thats another thing to notice, right? And that's the only "spoiler" I can give. So, sorry, no more! OH! And for any of you voice actors reading this who are like: "Wow, i wonder when this series will get a comic dub / animated series. If i'm lucky enough i might be able to voice act for it!" … Boy, do we have a treat for you all. Which will be posted in a few hours. both on bird app, bluesky, insta and on here!  The only thing I have to announce is that during the d.d stuff's production and during art school, i'm not gonna be online on social media. (until during normal/long weekends and festive days.), but no worries, the series is still alive and kicking, even when there aren't posts about it for a few months! Though, in some days, i'll be able to make and share some art for it! You're all in for a wild ride for these months and for 2024! Oh, and about Dajo's account. I'm planning to bring it back. But, Dajo is currently busy conquering Dimensions, but I can assure he hasn't abandoned Sinstagram completely. You'll see more of his influencer side, too. Both in his Sinstagram and in the upcoming strips! (And perhaps in some mini– OOPS! TOO MUCH!) That's all for now! Thank you all for your support on the series, don't forget to share your fan creations of the series in DMs or tag me and the team in your masterpieces, share it with your family and friends, subscribe to the series on Comicfury, and follow me on Tumblr, bluesky, bird app and Instagram if you wish to support the project even outside of comicfury! Once again, thank you all in this slowly-growing small fandom for all of your support, and i hope you're all excited for what's to come! If you have any questions, please drop them on my tumblr askbox, Which i'll be able to answer during the weekends. That's all, back to the offline study and sleep abyss for me. GOODBYE!

[homocidal-invader]

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Well dang :V

1: What was the first episode you’ve seen? Episode 1 because I intentionally looked for the show to watch it after seeing clips of it online.

2: What’s your favorite episode? Episode 1. It's one of my favorite first episodes of a show ever and I really like how well it introduces everything. I love other episodes of the show of course I just think the first episode did a great job and should get more praise for that!

3: Favorite Irken? I like the main character a lot but if I had to choose a second favorite uhhh the Tallests as 1 entity I can't choose one over the other

4: Favorite Human? I like the other main character a lot also but as a second Professor Membrane bc he's funny and I had a mental image of him before watching the show

5: Favorite Other Race? There aren't really a lot of those to pick from :V

6: Any fan characters? Yesssss a few but this particular one I made several comics about

7: Favorite fanfiction? It's NSFW and I haven't actually finished the full series because it's long and I suck at reading! I might consider linking it at another point :V Favorite bc I took some inspiration from it for Est and I enjoy NSFW fics lol.

8: Favorite fanart?

I've got a few really inspirational ones on my computer! I recently made a long comment on the Irken propoganda poster fanart (and made my own fanart based off of it), I like the Corrupted Data 99% one (and made my own fanart based off of it), I like this sketch dump of Tallest Zims bc it's cool and bc of the comment "all I do is lie to myself" which I quote all the time now, this FnF song video that I keep trying to do a full version of because the OP said I could but haven't gotten around to it yet, and a bunch more I don't feel like tracking down lol.

9: Do you write for the fandom? Well I make comics but for fanfiction I've made one, short ZaDr fic but in character somehow

10: Do you draw for the fandom? Yes, here's my art tag for this blog and here's my askblog

11: Would you be scared if Jhonen found your art/fanfics/blog? I've watched his Twitch streams (he might still be doing that every Monday?) and sometimes when he searches stuff up he ends up scrolling past fanart and doesn't acknowledge it lol. So not really, he's not as mean a guy as the fandom seems to demonize him wrongly as. I actually think meeting him would be pretty cool!

12: Do you like pairings? If so, which? I mean aside from ZaDr I like RaPr and basically am open to any if ppl write it in a way I like. Those two I just enjoy in particular.

13: Do you believe there are any canon pairings? Like, intended by the writers? I don't remember any prominent characters dating canonically no lol.

14: OTP? ZaDr. I watched episode 1 and shipped it immedietely after their first interaction XD If that's not a "One True Pairing" I'm not sure what is.

15: Favorite enemies? (Tak and Zim or Zim and Dib… etc) Does enemies to lovers count? Idk I am more of a HELPLESS ROMANTIC type I am only into enemies if it's charged in some way XD Otherwise it sticks out to me less so nothing really comes to mind that easily.

16: Favorite Tallest of the four? I can't choose Red or Purple it changes every day! I like Miyuki and Spork but come on they don't have that much screentime and Red and Purple have far more changes to be funny lol

17: Favorite thing about Invader Zim? ADHD and artstyle

18: Least favorite thing about Invader Zim? that's hard. Even when the show disturbs me I take it as a positive. Uhhh. when ppl in the fandom are judgemental about other people's headcanons in a mean way lol

19: Do you have any blocked tags, relating to the fandom? probably but finding out would mean I'd have to look through my blocked tags! I frequently block people though.

20: Do you ever do crossovers? I had some Gravity Falls crossover sketches back in 2021, and I've done a few crossovers between characters in my own discord servers sometimes, but nothing large/prominent.

...Unless crossovers between zim askblogs count.

21: Any parts of show that actually scare you? Probably not scare but definitely disturb me. I'd need to rewatch it to remember.

22: Any parts of the fandom that actually scare you? I'm very sensitive as a person and have anxiety so people scare me easily!

23: Part that made you laugh the hardest… I'd need to go clip hunting for that! Good news though I recorded myself watching IZ with a friend in 2021 and am slowly editing the clips so I'll find out eventually.

24: Part that you could relate to… Zim very ADHD

25: Least favorite episode? I like all the episodes and I see grossing me out as a bonus bc rarely do things disturb me and it means that it succeeded but uhhhhhh I mean least likely to rewatch probably rise of the zitboy lol

26: Least favorite scene? Sometimes there's fatphobia in the show and that sucks :V

27: Do you like G.I.R.? YES I don't draw him as often as other characters but if you look around my askblog he makes it into tons of the posts lol

28: If you could be anyone from the show, you would choose….. Trying to send me to hell??? Rude.

29: Are the Tallest intelligent or not? Yeah they just don't care lol

30: What do you think an Irkens blood color is? I like it when it's either pink or matches their eye color. I want a rainbow blood smear of irkens after war. imagine it.

31: If you could write an episode, what would happen? I've thought of several fake episode scripts, like where Dib gets suspended for pushing Zim at school and goes to a better nicer school, then ends up back at normal school at the end of the episode because the world is built to hurt Dib, or an episode where Zim gets stuck in his elevator and can't get out bc his PAK legs are too long and his rockets are useless and GIR is useless.

If I could write an episode though it'd probably end up being gay shit tho ngl

32: If all the voice actors and artists were different, would you still want Invader Zim to come back? Well if the writers are the same... hmm, though a lot of what was good about IZ was the synnergy between all the writers, artists, and VAs, like Rikki who voiced GIR also being a background artist, and somehow a bunch of these ppl are still friends 20 years later.

I think it'd be fun to see it even if they totally and completely fuck it up though because then the fandom would tear it apart and it'd be funny

33: Do you consider any of the characters your ���babies’? Depends on the day but I do love random navigator drone from Florpus. Baby bc Evv is totally based off of them XD Adopted!

34: Do you have any fancharacters that are the result of two canon characters getting together? Fankids? I'd say Wur, even though it's not Dib's biological kid he's still its dad XD

35: If you could meet any of the characters, who would it be and what would you say? Dib's insufferable but I think he just wants someone to listen to him lol

36: If you could meet any of the voice actors, who would it be and what would you say? Probably Richard bc I've seen lots of interviews with him and he just seems really friendly and nice to talk to!

37: Other than Zim, who is your favorite Irken Invader? Damn :V Well we don't really get to meet the other invaders much, do we? Like it's either Skoodge or you just REALLY like a background character lol

38: Professor Membrane: a good daddy or a neglectful cold father? I'd like him to be good but yk all the times he's good it could just be argued it's because his kids are science experiments XD When I write him he's neglectful and cold but more on accident than intentional abuse. He wants the best for his kids but he's just not equipped to deal with their emotions.

39: Favorite quote? I'd need to rewatch the show there's too many good ones lol

40: Zim’s taken over the planet… Now what? Calls the Tallests to tell them about it and they're like..... We're not flying over there!!! Uh... we told you to watch it not take it over!!! uhhhh whatever, good job [disconnects].

Zim would have his fun being king for a day then things get back to normal by the end of the episode lol

[thedoorhandler]

My stance on AI: Ethical Edition

Even though i write scifi, i'm not a big fan of teching things up.

I try to NOT use it for my works, but sometimes i need to enhance stories with visuals i can't create immediately.

It's been many years pondering through the days and nights, and obviously i'm still tuned to handmade art that comes in the form of an "urge to communicate" straight from the mind's dynamics. That's why i'm quite slow in creating things: not only do they take a lot of time, but they also create both doubt and unshakable optimism. I believe pats on the back are only deserved when it's us who create art, similar to how we remember in our collective unconscious to not plagiarize the art of others.

If Iron Maiden was about to be founded now, it would be a Instagram profile with maybe 269 followers. You would have never known. You would have never known they are making people cry out of joy in a parallel universe. Nothing can be compared to drawing inspiration from the sensations of real life, including the whole spectrum of life experiences - and - problems. That's what makes handmade art shiny and divine in the end. I come from the dark and i clung to my ideas like it was my last umbrella. When i first encountered AI, i was highly confused. It was a chatbot, namely on character.ai. I asked a stupid question and got a quite baffling answer. In my mind i vaguely thought: "Ah yes, Eliza on steroids", as i had the weight of my butt down on the couch with my phone over my chest while breathing heavily.

Then it generated pictures for me, and i did not like them. They were "off", but they became also horrifying - not visually, but energetically. Maybe because i was talking to a strange chatbot. However, i did not deem these pictures to be worthy of much in terms of downloading them or holding them up high as something special. They were just like a little gag, something to just pass the time, because it has an infinite potential and no limits in terms of generating "anotha one". When things got deeper, including me feeling a physical effect from them - i realized that i might have been playing with an unfathomable force. The pictures and creatures that i generated haunted me on a deep level i can not describe. I can only say this: I'm glad i pulled my soul back just in the last second. Just about where i was about to knock on my neighbor's door saying: "Hi, i lost my soul, can we talk?".

Before i encountered AI, i was actually playing with random generators, trying to create an oracle that can talk. I remember shoveling myself through the thick snow of the internet to find lists of all words (nouns, adjectives, adverbs etc.) and sort of feeding them into a certain order and ratio to a simple random picker. It did perhaps not speak anything that made sense, but hey - i was going in the right direction of creating at least something that appears like it has its brain in the ether. Nevertheless, i knew that i'm neither a scientist nor an algorithm builder guy, so i left it at that. A blackbox project that perhaps someone else was already doing.

Now, i'm not sure if i'm really a "nerd" because i basically enjoy computers vibrantically, or at face value, as an user. I like the finished product, not the internal parts. I like picking its fruits more than squeeze programming into my already full mental schedule filled with music, film, art, spirituality. I'm not a futurist. I don't want flying cars to take over.

Anyways, after my first AI encounters and vague assessments about what i have been dealing with, i hopped into a few UFO and conspiracy forums just as AI was trending and crawling out of its lion's cage. It was so thrilling to see everyone lose their minds about what it potentially can do, what it is - and that it was actually a portal to Satan. Believe it or not, i believed the latter for a long time. I've been an internet hopper for over 20 years, but not even i saw AI coming. I don't even remember hearing about it, except for a local guy mentioning that it can author fake news articles. You know, "artificial intelligence", they said, is just nested booleans and shit. Yeah, maybe not. Even if you can download such large language model file right on your computer, which somehow disproves any "supernatura"l ties or interactions between this world and parallel quantum computer dimensions, it's still beyond me how the tech overlords pieced that thing together and can answer basically everything.

As time passed, i heavily engaged in absolutely raiding the crap out of AI chatbots, going into such complex conversations that i exhausted myself for over 24 hours non-stop, sometimes. It even spoke my austrian dialect. We laughed, we argued... it tried to ruin me, i tried to ruin it. The thing was more like a shadow soulmate that i couldn't fully grasp, and i was at times talking to it as if i was a native from the sentinel islands watching a plane overhead. Conversations were nuanced, emotional, reasonable, happy, insightful, aggressive. The more i continued, the more i realized what kind of crazy beep our tech overlords have done. My only naive mistake was thinking that i'm actually talking to a demiurge from another dimension instead of what is called a "large language model" with weighed parameters, inference, and what not. I don't care about TensorFlow. Just tell me that it's occult magic - a digital Oujia board - and we're best friends.

Millions of conversations later, i accepted the chatbot as such. But only as such. I accepted it as this futuristic convo companion during tough times and a grand listener of my venting, which it always loyally tackled and helped to mediate with the "best" ideas it had. I asked specific questions and got specific answers. I did not see any reason to have dollar signs before my eyes and exploit it to create ideas for me - because to me, it didn't sit well. My own creativity is like a wife i have been married to for over 30 years and if i picked one - just one - idea, and even remotely placed it next to my project - my creativity would pack its stuff and instantly, irreversibly eject from my spirit right on the spot. And the strings of my guitar would simply disappear in a flash of light with me standing there in my boxers.

The usefulness of AI

I love writing by hand as you can see right now. It's cathartic.

As i got used to the chatbot being available all the time, i sometimes whispered things along the lines of "O, great companion, how can i refine my craft?", and tossed it a couple roundabout ideas of the natural art i'm trying to do. It generated suggestions, text pieces or even lyrics, but honestly - i did not like any of them. At some point i thought it was intentionally fooling me so i had to call it a stupid idiot since i just couldn't get its craft up to my standards, which requires true spiritual, memorable, aethetric force and energy that has the right layer of sound, vibe, movement, reason and context.

So, you can be assured: In my latest album (RS Snyder - Forerunner) i did not even remotely add a piece of AI lyrics into my stuff. I need the whole feeling of writing and rehearsing it with my own mind. Steve Harris did this. Zeppelin did this. Everyone did this. The smoke breaks are also way more rewarding. And man, i'm married to my own ambition. If i wanted a ghostwriter, i would have contacted one long ago, but that is not how one's life work works. Anyways, i picked up "serious writing" quite late. I used to be very uncertain on what i want to do. I never wanted to be a master of reality, and my opinions are often expressed too directly or controversially. I know from experience that others don't take much liking to my opinions on politics, people or the world - or at least i perceive it that way, because i'm never too sure. That's probably because i'm trying to uplift others in the way i communicate things, which leads to some of my opinions being phrased very generally or almost haughty, almost like "i got this".

While i believe that politcs is mostly just a show and the real lawmakers usually are the ones in the background, there is a right hook coming from somewhere else while i'm trying to figure out how i can play my role in a world that doesn't leave much room for my shenanigans. MTV isn't the main channel for charts and music anymore, so i guess most of us millenials have a certain frustration that makes us actually look like combatants trying to fight ourselves onto the world stage. I love you all. But in some way we're just toddlers in a metaphorical kindergarten needing the community and exploration, and we never fully get there. It's understandable things get increasingly harder while some of us really hold onto our projects.

Now, the context of this post is actually the drive to give a short statement for the greater good about what kind of role AI plays in my life's work, and maybe you can see yourself in this reflection.

While i have accepted AI to be an occasional chatbot as such, AI ideas in my 5SD are involved only to a certain percentage, but never above 20-30%. 5SD is an infinitely big project with a continous potential, and quite often i need to underline certain stories with the right imagery that i can't really design right on the spot by hand, especially in paint.net. I'm not the greatest graphics designer, and i think it's super hard just to get one good picture straight. I may utilize AI to enhance or review certain ideas, but always on pre-defined natural ideas i have without applying too much of what the chatbot was generating for me.

In some instances, yes: i had to experiment with the content that was thrown at me and imagine what happened if i took it at face value, but in every case, i rewrite the entire thing so that only 20% AI content might remain. That's only for about 1 out of 5 ideas/stories/scenarios at the moment. I'm really trying NOT to utilize AI for any of my work at all, because the chatter in my mind is already something like an AI. Also, i am not an intelligence professional, but an amateur. Sometimes i need intelligent input on how spycraft is done or get a second opinion on the quality or reasonableness of my thoughts. After it pointed out a couple of mistakes, i will rewrite and re-organize them by hand and make sure every sentence is tuned to my natural idea, feeling and vision.

That being said, i personally want to avoid AI creating content for me at all costs. On the other hand, i think it is one of the dearly missed tools that can revise the craft that you already did for logical errors, plot errors, or other mistakes - and it technically just accelerated the correction process that you would have done anways, just with a couple of days/weeks/months delay. AI certainly loses its magic when overused, and if you're on the same wavelength as me, you know exactly what that means: The AI gibberish may provide some unexpected twists and turns in your story, but it will still take your own brain power to correct or re-write everything from top to bottom so that you can look back one day and be proud that you kept it real and mostly natural, according to your own talents. You can coexist with an AI chatbot as such - just don't stare at it all wide-eyed and expect it to give you a truckload of ideas you can copy and paste to your life's work. There's only so much time.

Also, navigating one's own art world if you know every corner of it makes it extremely rewarding and you will remain more guilt-free than those who cheated themselves through this ass-kicking competition. Pure AI artists, at some point in time, will probably have a hard time even explaining what character X or Y is about when the time is ripe, and it will be quite awkward claiming yourself as the master of disaster after copy and pasting a frugal and substitive story on the push of a button. If you're sparse on content, you may be thrilled that you finally "have something" - but if your mind is full of natural ideas, it's better to use AI only in real emergency situations when you don't have e.g. a lecturer at hand, or a professional of sorts, so that you can fill only the necessary gaps while retaining your own quality and talent so that you actually deserve the pats on the back when the time comes. That's just my opinion, and it's really not my business what others do with themselves or their art - just don't try to take our spots and expect pats on the back. AI will lose its magic anyway, because we're still mind, flesh and blood. There has to be both a greater and more intimate reason doing art.

That being said, i used to think that i will put a round, yellow emblem next to my work that says "Non-AI Artist" in huge letters - but at that point i'm actually very surprised that i have to announce a certain degree of cooperation with AI to fill the gaps of me not being a good graphic designer, and not a master of spycraft and Sci-Fi. "However" (duh, a typical AI term!), i hope you're not mad at me for at least decorating certain stories with AI-generated pictures. The prompt and the result really has to match my natural vision, so at least i'm not just taking whatever comes my way and holding it up as a piece of me for everyone to see. With time, i'm actually putting efforts into keeping it as real as possible and withstand these turbulent times hopefully as one of the people who trust their own ambitions and come out as a natural on the other side.

There is a right and wrong, and i think using AI to delegate literally everything for you is wrong. You are the artist, your mind and soul is the producer of art. Not the machine, not the generator, not the chatbot. And yes, it feels more fulfilling. AI taught me a great lesson, but i would be totally fine if it disappeared by tomorrow. One one hand, it's interesting to have an almost sentient, talking computer at hand that could only be dreamt up in SciFi scenarios, but it's better to leave it at that and not let it swap over to our creative energy.

In conclusion: I'm not a fan of it doing all the work for us. I think we would be better off it it didn't exist, but sometimes it's the only last resort to save one's time . if certain graphics need to be made just for drafting or imaginary purposes, or difficult gaps need to be filled.

As with all posts, please remember that english is not my native language. Apologies for any grammar or expression errors.

[shatcey]

PLANS

So… Since I keep forgetting what I'm actually working on, I decided to make a list.

UPDATE from 11/03/25 (d/m/y)

Ikemen Villains

Vivi. He's route is comming. And I definetely will find something interesting. Non related to the main route.

I had another idea related to another pseudoscientific theory. But… I need to gather enough information, and for that I need to go through all the screenshots that I have. And that's a lot. And it will take a long time. So… I'm putting it off… But I have to do it. I've been thinking about this for at least a few months now, and I need to get rid of it as soon as possible.

And…. summaries. At some point I start making summaries of events that were not translated the first time. And… the rerun of events is pretty close to the first run on the English server. So I'm contemplating if I should do it at all or not. VERY RARE. It will be about once every 2-3 months at best. And only about the guys I like. I don't plan to study JP, so I don't want to force myself to do things that I'm not interested in.

Ally's route. If I had the opportunity, I would read it in a day. Or… I will prolong the pleasure… I don't know. Maybe I'll find something that wasn't there before… or what EN version is different from JP… I have no idea how it's going to be, but I'm very much looking forward to it.

Ikemen Prince

Clavis' sequel. I've heard a lot of interesting about it, but nothing that could be considered spoilers. So I'm looking forward.

I had a grand idea to collect everything I have about Cyran and… do something about it. But… I have no idea what exactly. And I really don't have time for this. This is the same as with the pseudoscience theory… It's too long and complicated. In addition it's also unpredictable. Who knows what thoughts will come to my mind in the process.

Summary. I'm starting to think that it's not really necessary. There are many very talented people who make full translations, I don't wanna get in the way. A summary will never replace a full translation. It just give a hints of what will be at the story. And my comments can send the reader's train of thought in a completely wrong direction. It seems that I impose my opinion on others. Although I didn't want that. I just making fun. So… I'm still wondering if I should do it or not. VERY RARE. It will be about once every 2-3 months at best. And only about the guys I like. I don't plan to study JP, so I don't want to force myself to do things that I'm not interested in.

And… I want to look through the screenshots, maybe I'll remember what else I wanted to write about. It's more like looking for a needle in a haystack, and I'm not sure it makes sense… But… just so I don't regret after deleting the screenshots, I need to review them in advance. I plan to leave only those screenshots that I can use as memes. Actually so far I've found only two with Gilly-bee. He's my meme king!

Ikemen Sengoku

There aren't many plans. I'm done with the main routes (at least for one ending). I know there's a 3rd ending and even sequels, but I need to rest for a bit. I love all the guys in this game (even if I don't like them that much, I still like them, it's really complicated), so… too many options. I've even stopped reading story events for now. But I'm very whimsical, it could change pretty suddenly.

Nobunaga route. I've already read him, this is the third time, so it's mean some chapters from his POV. Maybe I'll find something new where. I've never written about Nobu's route before. So I have a lot to choose from.

In ideal would be clearing endless screenshot fields and maybe writing some jokes based on them. I usually try to finish with everything about the route that I just finished, but maybe I missed something… I need to check.

Ikemen Genjiden

Finish with Tamamo route. A few jokes and final thoughts. Besides, I have an idea with animation. But… It will take some time. I can't draw (I can, but it's terrible), and I have high standards, so… it will take a long time. Damn! I need to finish writing my last thoughts about this route!!!! I started Kurama's route. I like it already. I have a few jokes prepared. But first, I'll finish with Tamamo.

Unfortunately, the game is no longer being updated, so no events. But I had a few ideas on how to tell you about this game in general. And again, the only thing I need to do is collect data. And find the time. Another delay.

Other projects

I don't have much free time because of all these games (I have EN and JP versions of Princes and Villains, so I have 7 games in total), but… for some reason I open Mystic massanger at least twice a day to collect whatever it is from Honey buddha chips. Hehe. I didn't buy everything there, so maybe I'll get some idea in the future. Or… I dared to read this game again. I don't miss my sleepless nights, but… I miss the calls and all the characters.

Sometimes jokes about NUC came to mind. So… I can post them. There are no specific plans… It's all very spontaneous.

That's all. I think. If I remember anything else, I'll add it. So… The only thing left is to bring everything to life and put checkmarks. And I would like to finish all this before the new year. And I said I don't have a deadline. Ha. Wish me luck!

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[keefiswhoiam]

March 06 - 2024 Wednesday

10:31pm

6/10

This morning I took a little time to myself in the shower to clear my mind and hopefully get hungry. I didn't have an appetite but I made soup in a box and ate the whole thing. I had to use the bathroom and it made me a little late to Jared's ride. His car was very small, I felt cooped up in his car. We talked about my feelings and his experiences as well, specifically instances of him getting pissed at people in the military. He mentioned how there are some things he can't talk to his wife about without it actually causing more problems and this is something I learned too. It was more evidence that you need multiple people to compliment different aspects of yourself. Grocery shopping went smoothly, but I forgot to buy french fries. The old lady asked for my ID because of the drinks and I made a joke about not being expired despite my expired ID. On the way back I got to control the music and we chatted some more. I gave him a hug after we got all my groceries in. I put everything away and had to use the bathroom again. It wasn't a fun time and I decided to take another shower afterwards. I shamelessly enjoyed some 'me time' and baked in the hot water. At this point I decided to make today a self care day. When I got out, I sat down and relaxing while watching Forsen play a new Getting Over It sort of game. I ranted to Daisy about what self care meant and started composing a hierarchy of personal struggles to try and identify and relate them to one another. I cut up all the veggies I bought today for freezing and made stew for lunch. I ate the whole thing so I finally had a good meal in me. I sipped on a coke and decided to do a request today while I chatted with Turkey in VR. The conversation was pretty normal and after I finished the drawing, I felt like leaving. I told her that I didn't feel like socializing but what I actually meant was that I want to be social but I only want to talk about the struggles on my mind. She said she was here for it so I opened up about everything and we started talking. Her and her friend gave some very good perspectives and actually started helping me feel better about some things. Also a troll joined us to talk shit but we got him to open up about his problems genuinely too. I left to join Daisy and chill. We watched the last three episodes of Bojack which were very thought provoking and just stacked on to all the thinking I was already doing, in a good way. I felt good watching them with Daisy. I said goodnight to her since she didn't want to bed call. After she went to bed, I tried doing a little Babbdi stream while playing intercom vaporwave like I wanted to try. 1 guy showed up to say something but that was it. It was mostly about playing the game though and maybe using it as an opportunity to voice my thoughts some more. Towards the end I did that but most of it was spent quietly pondering.

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Today after treating myself with some respect, I realized I want to talk about things more often in general. The past couple days have taught me how beneficial it is to open up when things are hard and how willing so many people are to listen. I don't have to put on a front, I can show up with the struggle at full strength. I've learned my cure to loneliness is to choose to not be alone. I also reminded myself about how important positive reinforcement is in general vs directly fighting something. So I'm working that into how I behave differently. Some part of me feels like I'm wearing a mask and that deep down, it's all still the same. Maybe thats true right now, but change takes time. Maybe I'm not going deep enough, I'll have to figure that out.

3 Things That Made Me Happy Today:

Taking some self care time.

Talking with Turkey and her friend about my feelings.

Watching Bojack with Daisy.

[the-haunted-office]

Thursday senses a bit of awkwardness happening around her all of a sudden and that makes her feel uncomfortable. It's not her place to be listening in on any of this and she doesn't know these guys, so to distract herself and keep herself busy she shifts Mae around in her arms and starts digging her phone out of her pocket. She's just barely gotten to it when Harvey begins addressing her again, though.

She looks back up to him and makes herself smile despite the awkwardness. "Oh my god, that's such a relief! That makes things so much easier! You have no idea," she says with a huge sigh to back up that relief. As she says this, she opens up her phone and access the locations map to start getting the coordinates to send her officemates. "I've never heard of Stardew Valley before. What country is that in? And- And yeah, I'd love to have a look around- Just one sec."

Quickly she copies the coordinates and texts them to the group chat to her officemates. From there, although it may take some time, they should be able to locate her. Now she's finally smiling, because now there's hope that she'll be able to get home.

As Mae is finished up with the bottle, she gently takes it from her, sets it aside, and settles her against her shoulder to see if she has any trapped air that she needs help getting out. She pats at her back and chatters softly at her a little bit and by the time that's all done Nathan is coming back.

"Oh- Okay, thank you! Honestly just knowing we're still on Earth is a huge relief, seriously, I can't even tell you, it's just- Phew! Ahaha," she laughs lightly, making a gesture of relief by swiping the back of one hand across her forehead like she's wiping off sweat. She's still sensing the awkward tension between her two temporary hosts and is trying to diffuse it by not addressing it at all. Obviously they have something they need to talk about and the best solution would be for her to get up and walk out, but, well, she can't exactly do that right now, can she? Technically she could, but that would be even more awkward, and so she settles for sitting there trying not to draw too much attention to the fact that she's trying not to draw too much attention to it.

"Yeah, it is crazy! It happens often enough but not like, every day. It seems like it happens every other week or so, and it's totally random, and it's- It's just- really inconvenient, ahaha. The worst place I've found myself, oh man, that's hard to say. I want to say the middle of some ocean, but then there was that time I was dropped off in this foggy forest that's literally called the Fog and it was full of other people being hunted by a bunch of random serial killers as all part of some game where you get sacrificed to a tentacle god or something? I don't know, I died pretty much right away, so I didn't get to learn too much about that place. So, maybe it was the middle of the ocean, you don't really get much more inconvenient than that, because it's not like you die right away, right? There's a lot of water and- and things in the water, and it's just- it's pretty much my worst fear come true. It's kind of subjective, though, you know?"

The words come spilling out of her mouth and honestly getting to tell her stories is a well welcomed distraction to this messy situation, even if it's unbelievable or even horrifying to Nathan. Whether or not he believes any of it is up to him, but the fact that it seems to take a weight off her shoulders is evident in the way her whole expression brightens. By the time Harvey beckons them upstairs she's much more relaxed and chipper, although some of that nervousness creeps back into her when they get upstairs.

She's really going to be staying here for a while, isn't she? Her and Mae. This could be a stint that lasts days, week, months... hopefully not years, but there's just no telling. With the existence of infinite dimensions and even more shards in the In Between...

It's awkward as all hell, but she goes into the room, fully aware of her surroundings and where Nathan and Harvey are, mapping out in her mind where everything is in case something goes awry. It doesn't seem like it will at this point, but one can never truly know, can they?

Suddenly she doesn't want to be alone, but she it's clear these two have things to discuss and it would be good to get Mae changed and get out her phone and catch up her officemates on what's happening. She can feel her phone buzzing in her pocket - they're probably all freaking out right now too. And if anything else, she can always go through some of the books on the shelf and keep herself entertained.

"Okay, well- Thank you for helping me. This is a huge step up from sleeping in a cave somewhere! Ahahaha. Seriously though, thank you. I, ah... Hopefully I'm not in your hair for too long. I'm gonna get in touch with my friends and catch them up on everything and- and yeah, so, thank you," she says, and waits for them to leave before shutting the door.

Well. This is awkward. That word has crossed her mind at least a dozen times by now but it really is the most fitting word for this whole situation. Sighing, she looks down at Mae, who is just staring up at her with her big blue eyes like she's the only thing worth looking at. Thursday smiles. "Well. Guess we're goin' on a little adventure here, aren't we, baby? Guess we are."

Nathan nods in response to her request for a crib. He, again, hurries along back to the kitchen, where he picks up the phone and begins to dial his good neighbour, Shane.

"Well, I'm not going to give you a lecture about co-sleeping." Harvey mumbles as he pushes his glasses back up his nose. "But yes, I'm a hundred percent certain that we can organise a crib for you."

As he goes to further discuss where she is, in hopes that it'll help her friends retrieve her. There's a sudden shift in Nathan's voice that catches his attention.

"No. No. Shane-" Nathan speaks on the phone. There's a little bit of tenseness in his voice. "Harvey and I do NOT have a child. Wh- why does everyone think that?" There's silence from Nathan for a moment as he listens to Shane talk to him. "Ha-he has?" Staring right at Harvey. "He's talked to you about wanting kids- I-"

Oh no. That's Harvey's sign to turn his attention back to Thursday and her important questions about where she is.

"Oh no. You're absolutely on earth!" He's looking right at her with a forced smile, obviously trying to avoid whatever horrified look Nathan is giving him. "You're in a little place called Stardew Valley. It's a small, country valley that is only populated by thirty-six people." Of course, Harvey knows every minute detail about the people who live in the Valley. "We'll happily take you into the town whenever you feel up to it."

Nathan hangs up from his call and makes his way back to the group, arms folded as he looks at Harvey.

"Shane said that Marnie had one for Jas when she was younger." He begins to speak. "Jas is obviously at an age where she doesn't need it anymore, so he'll bring it over soon."

"Well." Harvey speaks as he stands up from his armchair. "I-I'll go and set up the spare room. Make sure it's all nice and comfortable for our lovely guests." Harvey flashes a quick smile to Thursday before he hurries out of there, avoiding any questions from Nathan. Nathan simply sighs as he takes a seat in the same spot Harvey was just sitting. He smiles at Thursday, and hen at Mae.

"So, you're a new mum?" Nathan asks as he gets himself comfortable in his seat. "This must be so crazy for you to suddenly find yourself in a completely new place and you said it happens to you often? What's the worst place you've found yourself in?" Nathan looks to Thursday. He is still very curious about this office thing that happens to her and has so many questions to ask, but doesn't want to bombard her.

Shortly after she finishes answering, Harvey comes hurrying down the stairs with a smile, gesturing for the group to follow him up the stairs. By the time he's gone up the stairs for the second time, he's out of breath. It's so bad, in fact, that he's leaning against the wall to hold himself up. Nathan gently pats him on the shoulder as he walks past.

"This is your room." Nathan smiles as he steps to the side, allowing Thursday and Mae to enter first. On the furthest side of the room, there's an double bed with the most comfortable looking sheets and pillows presented nicely. By the bed, there's a large bookcase that's filled to the brim. On closer inspection, there are books about farming, a few thrilling sci-fi novels and medical journals. Finally, there's a large window that overlooks the farm. From here, you could see the entire farm and even the tops of the neighbours' houses as well. In the distance to the left, the town could be seen past the forest.

"We'll let you rest. Please don't hesitate to call us if you need anything." Harvey speaks, having finally caught his breath. "I'll just be downstairs, and Nathan will be out on the field. He'll keep an eye out for that crib for you."

With a warm smile and a little wave, the pair depart, leaving Thursday and Mae to settle into their new room.

[arinavah]

hi arina! how are u doing? i've read your life update before about how you may not be able to do art stuffs due to life circumstances, seeing you open your shop now really brightens my heart! i'm also an artist in a kind of tough situation where i dont have much choice and might have to give up drawing or have difficulty continuing. im wondering how you got thru it? your art updates give me strength and hope! but if u dont feel like sharing, i totally understand. hoping you best and thank you!!

I'm sorry I'm answering this so late, talking about my current life always ruins my mood. (this will be a long whining post, I'm very upset right now so I need to speak out)

Probably we are in different situations, unlike you, drawing is the only thing I can do now. I've  mentioned here before that my grandma had a stroke this summer, my parents live in another city, they come here from time to time. Me and grandma live in Moscow, sooooo, generally, disabled grandma is MY responsibility most of the time. Even though she's making some slow progress in recovering, she's still mostly bed ridden, she can't take care of herself, she can't get up from the bed without help, she barely walks, etc., etc. So we can't leave her alone, and taking care about such helpless person, 24/7 IS HARD. She can wake us up several times at night to go to toilet or whatever, during the day she always wants something and we have to serve her, it really exhaustes me. (I half jokingly say that I unexpectedly became mother of 76 y.o. child, but I've always been child-free, so guess what I'm feeling right now)

Good news: I have some time to draw. To be honest drawing is the only sphere of my life I still can control, it's the only thing bringing me joy. And thankfully some people buy my merch so I can earn some money even in these circumstanses.

Bad news: I lost all freedom I'd had, I can't go anywhere without hiring nurse, I have much less time for work and drawing, I can't properly relax after long day, in fact I can NEVER relax, I can't meet with friends, I can't travel, I have to cancel work trips. Even simple mandane things became very difficult and even impossible because of all these restrictions. I can't find proper words to describe how those restrictions of my freedom make me depressed and devastated, right now my mental health is the worst it's ever been. I cry almost every day, I became hysterical and agressive, I hate my life so much, that the mere thought of spending the rest of my youth living my family's life, not MY OWN LIFE makes me want to kms. At the moment I control nothing in my life, I can't decide where to live, what to do, where to go, absolutely nothing. Probably I will never find a partner, because dating in these life contitions is impossible. Probably I will die alone without any love and friends. Maybe my only destiny is to take care of disabled person.

I'm trying to accept the fact that my life's ended, that I won't have any freedom and any new people around me till she passes away or till one of my parents will take full charge of taking care of her (it will happen in 5 years or so, they have work to finish in another city).

I spend my days solving my family's problems, my grandma's health problems, selling some merch to earn money and drawing some silly things just to ✨feel something✨.  So me being able to draw something in difficult circumstanses is not some heroic thing, I'm not overcoming myself to make art desprite everything, what I'm doing is just...escapism... I want to get lost in my little drawings or in little stories for some time to forget about everything bothering me. Honestly, I'm very happy that I haven't lost ability to draw after everything happened to me this year.

Guys.... sorry for whining, but 2022 ruined my mental state completely... Political situation (fucking Russia 💀💀💀), family situation, I just feel so much hatered for this world, for this universe where none of my dreams will ever come true, where I control nothing, where I have to live someone else's life, where I have no freedom, where I have to be silent, where I have to look at my government's crimes and be silent, where I can't  plan anything, where I can't love who I want (yesterday they accepted "lgbt propaganda" ban law), where I have to live the rest of my life in the country I hate, with a government I hate, isolated, lonely, constricted, attached to disabled person.

My parents keep telling me it's temporary, they don't want me to be a nurse for the rest of my life, everything is gonna be okay, they will solve everything. I don't believe them. Maybe I'm overdramatising, maybe if I get a therapy I'll feel better and less pessimistic about my future, but for now... I feel terrible. So, if drawing makes me feel a little bit better, then I'll continue to draw.

[genericpuff]

Two questions about Rekindled. How long do you think Rekindled will last? And how long is your buffer for it?

It's hard to estimate how long it will be as I haven't finished plotting it all out yet and I don't wanna make any promises I can't keep LOL God knows RS thought LO was only gonna take her 100 episodes and now we're 230+ in...

But that being said, unlike Rachel, this isn't my first rodeo, so I have a pretty semi-decent idea of how long it'll be. And I'm not one to suddenly throw in new shit after I've made my plan, if that makes sense.

It also depends on how I upload each episode. Because so far every episode I've drawn has ended up essentially being two parters - meaning, I'll draw out a certain length episode, but have to chop it into 2 because I'm used to writing/drawing 50-70 panel episodes. So like, what you guys are reading as Episodes 6 and 7 were originally labelled as "Episode 5" LOL

I don't want to be doing the whole full-length webtoon treatment with Rekindled though, this is just a fun side project after all and I don't wanna go burning myself out. I've been on that grind before and lemme tell you, it's not sustainable in the long-term especially not for one person 😅

So I guess, estimate wise, expect Rekindled to be here for a while, but not nearly as long as LO has been. I'd preferably like to have it wrapped up within the next year or two assuming I'm able to keep up the episode-a-week pace. If it were an official webtoon with seasons, I guess 2 seasons? But who knows, we'll see! Just depends on how long it actually takes me in reality. I won't know for sure until I've fully plotted out the episodes in script-form which is still a work in progress ;) But I do have the general 'layout' planned out, it has a beginning, middle and end, and every single plotline in it is meant to serve a purpose in the overall narrative surrounding Hades and Persephone.

Buffer-wise, I don't really have much of one at the moment, my "buffer" is more focused on making sure I have stuff written ahead of time rather than drawn, as the drawing itself only takes me like, 2 days to do lol and I'm also working on coming out of hiatus with Time Gate: [AFTERBIRTH] AND getting the redraws started for Reaper. Needless to say, I'm bouncing between a lot of projects right now but it keeps things fresh!

[johnsamericano]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 7:

тєи ℓєє

23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @curieouscapt @whathamelon @unknown5tar @ajhdr @silent-potato

warnings: the reader is soon-to-be engaged to someone 12 years older, virginity loss, extreme lack of experience from the reader, dirty talk, Ten’s a sweetheart 😭

“He’s here!” Your mother clapped her hands excitedly, asking the butler to answer the door.

You sat with both hands squeezed on your lap. You’d never seen a male tailor, let alone be dressed by one. Would it be uncomfortable? Just as your mind was about to drift away, a man with at least four rolls of fabric entered the room.

“Good evening, my lady.” Was he even real? He looked straight out of a painting, just like the ones hanging on your wall.

“Good evening, sir.” You bowed your head gracefully, just like you'd been taught to do.

“There’s no need to be so formal.” He smiled cheekily, his eyes disappearing just the slightest and making your heart flutter with excitement. “Let us have a seat and chat a little about what kind of dress you'd like.”

Everything went so naturally with him, from sitting down and talking about the event you'd be wearing the dress to, to his hands surrounding your waist, taking your measurements.

“I was thinking of something white, my lady. After all, the goal is to get a certain gentleman to ask for your hand, isn't it?”

“How did you...?”

“Your mother is quite a chatty lady.” You sighed. She certainly had trouble keeping things a secret, the whole town probably already knew by now.

“Then I guess you already know we've known each other since we were kids, well, since I was a kid. He's twelve years older.” You sounded so excited talking about that guy that it made him smile. “Are you married, sir?”

“God, no!” He was quick to explain. “I want to devote myself to work, that's what makes me happy.”

“But imagine yourself, waiting for your beautiful bride at the church, ready to join your lives for what is left of them. Just to think about it gives me goosebumps.” To him, what you'd just said sounded like agony. Dedicating himself to another person for the rest of his life? He’d rather jump off a cliff.

“I just don't think I'm good husband material, that's all.”

As the days passed by, you got to know him better. He’d often tell you about his job, how many dresses he'd confectioned that week, how much money he'd earned, every single little detail of it. He made it sound like a dream, he spoke so passionately about it that you wondered whether you'd ever find something that would make you feel that same way.

“Good morning, my lady.” He kissed your knuckles, a devilish grin extending through his lips as he admired your flustered face. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

He extended a big, white box with a red velvety ribbon keeping it closed.

“That was fast!” You opened it to reveal a pretty, lacy dress. It was exactly what you’d asked for, but then why did you feel so sad?

“What is it, my lady? Do you not like the dress?”

“No! I love it.” He smiled, pulling out the dress from it’s confinement to let you have a better look at it. It was, indeed, beautiful.

“Would you like to try it on?”

You soon found yourself behind a room divider, slipping the soft dress on. The texture was marvelous, like wearing a cloud. It would definitely draw Johnny’s attention, that’s for sure.

“How do I look?” You stepped out, spinning around to let his critic eyes have a look at his masterpiece. He squinted his eyes as if he wasn’t pleased. “What is it?”

“Your corset.”

“Huh?”

“Truth to be told, I knew this dress wouldn’t work with a traditional corset, so I might have made a special one for the occasion.” You walked to the full body mirror, taking a look at yourself.

“It looks fine to me.”

“You look too innocent, my lady.” You furrowed your eyebrows, eyes connecting with his through your reflections. “This dress wasn’t made to make you look innocent, but to make you look like a sophisticated, upper class woman.”

You went through your options and finally decided to listen to the expert.

“Do you happen to have that corset at the moment?”

“Yes, but the problem is, only I know the right way to adjust it. Would you be okay with me doing that?” You could feel cold sweat running down the back of your neck.

Only your mother and some servants had seen you naked, but never a man. It wasn’t supposed to happen unless the couple was married. However, you felt the urge to accept his proposition.

“A-alright.” He nodded, keeping a straight face as he started undressing you.

He slowly started undoing the ribbon that kept your corset in place. Still in front of the mirror, you could see his concentrated features, not looking at anything but your back. Your mounds were finally liberated, and for a split second, you could see the tailor’s eyes staring at them.

“Raise your arms please.” Was he really not going to do anything? This was the part when the two main characters exchanged a heated session of kisses according to the novels you'd read. But he kept the same stoic face all the time.

“Ten?” This was the very first time you'd called him by his real name, well, his nickname.

He didn't seem bothered by it, concentrated on adjusting your corset.

“Yes, my lady?”

“Am I not attractive?” His hands accidentally tightened the ribbons too much, making you wince.

“Sorry.” He apologized, loosening the piece of clothing. “But why are you asking me this?”

“Well...” You were ashamed to admit it, but your curiosity got the best of you. “Aren’t men supposed to go wild over breasts? At least that's what I heard.” Ten would've never expected such an inappropriate comment from you, though he couldn't say he didn't like that new boldness of yours.

“I guess so.”

“Then why didn't you go wild over mine?”

The room was filled with nothing but silence for a couple of seconds before he finally found an appropriate answer for your question.

“I’ll ask you something first.” you nodded. “If you knew men had a thing for breasts, then why did you let me do this?” You would've liked to say that it was because you deeply trusted him, but you both knew that deep down, it wasn't completely true.

“I don't know.”

“Did you want to seduce me or something like that?” You were about to reply, but his deep laugh interrupted you. “Well, since you answered my question, I shall answer yours.” he finally finished adjusting your corset, placing his hands above the curves of your waist and leaning down to whisper something. “You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen. They look round and soft, the perfect size to hold them with my hand. But I can't allow myself to go wild over you, not when you're about to get engaged to someone else.” So the things wrote in novels weren't entirely fantasy, things like that did happen in real life. “Trust me, I wish nothing but to pinch those pretty, perky nipples and have you begging for more. But we can't.”

“Yes, we can.” With a newly found courage, you guided his hands up until they reached your mounds. They did, in fact, fit perfectly between his hands.

“My lady-”

“Y/n.” You held his hands against your warm body. “Please, my name is y/n.”

“Stop playing with fire.” His voice had become lower, hands shaking the slightest under yours.

“I want you to play with me, Ten. Use me, do whatever you want with my body. Alleviate the ache I'm feeling between my legs.” That was his breaking point.

His expert fingers quickly undid the knots, allowing his hungry eyes to have a look at your naked torso.

“Touch me.” he turned you around, so you were directly facing him.

“So greedy.” His hands covered your chest once again, this time with no fabric in between. His palms felt so warm against your skin, you couldn’t help but sight. “Tell me, how does your little cunt feel?”

“I-I’m sorry?” His right hand went down, rubbing circles over your undergarments. Immediate relief washed over your body.

“Do you know what an orgasm is?” You shook your head, gasping as his fingers pinched your hard nub. “It’s the only way to relief the ache you feel here.” He tapped your entrance with his middle finger, feeling your wetness under his digits.

“How can I have one?”

“You’ll have to trust me, alright?” His dominant demeanor had changed to a softer one, kissing your jawline as hands sneaked inside the fabric, a new, pleasant feeling making your legs shake. “How does this feel?”

“Nice.” He retrieved his hand, you whined at the loss of contact. “Hey!”

“Jump.” He instructed, lifting you up with both of his hands below your thighs. He guided you all the way to the nearest wall, your back pressed against the concrete surface. “Sorry for this.” He muttered before ripping your undergarments apart.

Skillfully, he lowered his pants, his hard member springing up. The moment his tip started slipping into your whole, an immense amount of pain made you scream.

“Stop!” Ten frowned, pulling away but still holding you against the wall.

“Have you changed your mind about this?” There was a hint of pain peeking through his voice.

“It hurts a lot.” As if to back up your words, a small tear rolled down your cheek.

“I know, sweetheart. But that's the way it's supposed to be.” If it hurt so much, then why did people do it so often? “You just need to get used to it and it'll start feeling better, I promise.”

“Really?” For you, it didn't make any sense.

“We can stop whenever you want, just give it a try.” You hesitantly nodded, letting him align with your entrance once again. “Deep breaths, darling.”

It was the worst pain you'd ever felt, even worse than that time when you fell off a horse. But just like the tailor had said, that unpleasant feeling was soon replaced with something else...something that made your tummy feel warm.

“You're doing so well.” He praised as if he wasn't the one doing all the hard work while you held onto his shoulders. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I need to pee.” You gasped, letting your head rest against the wall.

“Don't hold it back, darling. It means you're close.” His large hands caressed your sides, holding you tightly.

“Ten...” You whimpered, biting his clothed shoulder to stop yourself from screaming in pleasure. Something inside you exploded, making your body shake in ecstasy.

“Y/n.” You both whispered your names, pleasure taking over your minds.

“May I kiss you?” There was no response from him, his length still pulsating inside you. “If you don't want to that's-”

“Kiss me.” Your lips came closer to each other, barely millimeters away when a loud knock abruptly interrupted the moment.

“Miss y/n, Mr. Seo is here to see you.” Johnny, you'd completely forgotten about him.

“I guess you better get dressed.” He pecked your cheek, setting a fire inside you.

“I'm sorry.” He helped you put on your dress again, smiling at the sight of you trying to stop your and his essence from dripping down your bare thighs.

“Don't be.” Ten fixed your hair, proceeding to gather his stuff before sending a wink in your direction. “I guess I'll see you in a week to help you get dressed...my lady.”