#i was embarrassed drawing this...... wah.

[caramelmochacrow]

happy birthday towa! noa wanted a cute date for a cute girl <33

[nyupuun]

"continuation" of this post

[ritterdoodles]

rkgk

[krynutsreal]

it's just taka and I against the world at this point

[kwyoz]

i want to hone in on drawing dragon age fanart but my art sucks so bad. <///3

[livelaughlovesubs]

OKAY SO LIKE I WAS WATCHING BSD AGAIN SINCE I WAS BORED AND MY MIND SHIFTED TO SAIGIKU

His senses are like super heightened riight? SO THOUGHT HE'LL GET OVERWHELMED SO EASILY BY A FEW TOUCHES

WHAT ABOUT NOT A FEW TOUCHES? LIKE GETTING A BIT ROUGH WITH HIM?

POOR BABY GETS OVERWHELMED BUT IDK HE TRUSTS HIS LOVER VERY MUCH?😭💖💖

Whats that word ag ain

OVERSTIMULATION!

(I barely see ppl writing sub saigiku :(()

Ahhh, he’s so cute though, him with his ketchup Mayo hair ^^

Dom!reader x sub!jouno - reader is gender neutral (like always)

Warning: teasing, hand job?, tongue kiss, nipple play, sensory deprivation (cuz he blind-), overstimulation, spanking (thighs), hickeys, bites, scratching, a little manhandling

At first it was just kisses, gently brushing your lips against each other, like a couples first kiss. Your hands wandered around his body, taking the lead with suggestive touches. You cupped his face, after that your hands wandered to his waist to hold him as you two made out. The light touches made him feel fuzzy, it was as if you were teasing him with a feather. Fingers dancing across his chest, making short stops around his nipples to play with them properly. All of that was done with one finger, running up and down his torso or circling the area around his pink buds, you wanted to stimulate him with as little touches as possible.

It was to test the water, to see how much he’s enjoy it. Surprisingly, or as planned, he was already shaking. Jouno was just so sensitive whenever it came to you, and you utilised your advantage to the fullest. “Ughhmm~ y-y/nmHhm..!” He tried to call out to you, hoping that you’d stop with the games. In truth he was embarrassed about getting hard over something like this. Instead of responding as he wanted, you bit his bottom lip and pulled. The bit was harsh enough for it to become bruised and he yelped in surprise. “Ah-ahh..!?” You took the chance and shoved your tongue into his mouth, causing him to gag for a moment.

Then everything gradually became more aggressive, the once innocent pecks turning rougher. No longer were you only kissing him all shyly, instead, you grabbed his hair and locked your lips with his, causing him to be trapped in your arms. “Mhmm…guuhHgh!” He groaned, unable to hide the growing excitement he felt. That’s when one of your hands left his waist and moved up to his chest again, flicking his nipple before pinching it. You rolled it around between your fingers, watching it become harder the longer you play with it. Jouno immediately tried to move away, but your hand was still yanking on his hair. Poor boy couldn’t do anything but scratch your back while whining desperately.

“NghHH..~ mHHMhg!!” He tried to pull away again, a pathetic try to escape all those overwhelming sensations. The anticipation and fear was eating him from the inside, he had no idea what you would do to him next and it excited him. Not to mention how his senses were heightened compared to regular people, which did not help his current situation. His nails were digging into your skin, and it hurt, at least it would have hurt if you weren’t so focused on the male in front of you. You didn’t even noticed the new wounds he was inflicting upon your body at this point.

The other hand has been teasing his pelvis the entire time, now you finally went further than that and poked his tip. That action alone was enough to draw another moan out of the male, he was literally melting in your affection. It became even more noticeable after you began rubbing the head, running your thumb over his slit. Gosh, he was so sensitive there it was driving him insane~

After much consideration, you decided to be nice to him and released his locks. Some of his strands were ripped off by you and dropped to the mattress below you two. “GaaAhh..! Ughh, wah-ngHghh… y/n, yo-you..!” Saigiku pulled back the moment he noticed you loosening up your grip, face all blush and red while tears decorated his cheeks. Then he started trembling like crazy, all while complaining, “to-too much!! Ah, I-i can’t take… anymo-moreee!! ♡♥︎～”

How adorable, he’s like this already when you don’t even consider this the beginning? You couldn’t hold back a cheeky smile, the hand around his crotch moved even lower, this time slapping his thighs softly. The fingertips were covered in precum, so now there were strings connecting his inner thighs with your hand. Your other hand was groping his toned pecs now, while you leaned down and lined your lips up to his ear. “Your tits are like a girls~ aren’t they cute?” Then you licked his earlobes, coating them with saliva as they reddened. “No-Noo… stop, nghh, don’t tease me y-y/n! Tis’ too much.. ♡ ah-aAAhNHgg”

Not long after you trailed off and sucked on his neck, leaving behind as many hickeys as you pleased. You even took special care to place them there where others would see! Then you’d also mark and bite him, ravaging him like his body was a canvas for you to paint. He sobbed so sweetly, hiccuping and whimpering whenever you’d touch him a tad too much. His dick twitched around, sometimes even hitting his own tummy. The tip was a dark crimson due to all the relentless teasing, it was leaking precum uncontrollably. All this overstimulation was driving him into a corner, he was so close to begging you to let him cum.

Suddenly you pulled back entirely, ripping him of any stimulus he previously had. “Ah! Hu-hUghnn..!? Wait- why did you..Nhh, s-stop..?” He asked you, the expression he wore one of confusing and despair. Don’t stop, you can’t, this wasn’t nearly enough for him! You smirked, he could guess you did just from experience. Then you gave him an halfhearted explanation, chuckling as you said, “I thought I was doing you a favour since someone looked like they were about to die from how good it felt.” Like a curse his lips were sealed tightly after that, he had to pause for a few minutes to get his act together. After returning to his senses he bawled his hands, which were still wrapped around your back, into fists before pleading sweetly, “do-don’t stop…please.”

[phenomenalgirl9]

Boyfriend: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

The more I get to know you, Can't tell the feelings I feel, Sometimes it doesn't feel so right.

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“Air time in 5 mins” Pd-nim called out and you made sure all the cameras were in place in the monitor and showed a Thumbs up.

“Rolling” you said. “Enter TxT in 3… 2… 1” and as soon as you said the lights revolved and the 5 cheerful boys entered the studio.

“Welcome to our new Episode of Flower Village” Pd-nim said and they cheered and introduced themselves. A pair of Fox-like sharp brown eyes found yours from the other side of the camera and a smile came to your lips. As Pd-nim queued you to start the interview.

The interview went on “…That’s a cute concept. I wonder where Yeonjun-ssi finds his inspiration from?” you read from your script. You tried your best to not get distracted by his eyes and followed it peril-lessly.

He smiled, almost a flirty smirk, at the camera but if you didn’t know you’d think his smirk was directed towards you. “I draw experiences from the world, around me dramas and stories, people even” he said and as if on you noticed Taehyun and Beomgyu smile towards you and mumbling something to each other and chuckling. A blush rushed onto your cheek and you didn’t look up for the rest of the interview, not like anyone would care who’s behind the camera anyway.

“Pd-nim, Y/n Pd-nim” You heard your name being called and you turned around to find Yeonjun rushing towards you. This man will be the death of you, you thought. “Hello Yeonjun-ssi” you greeted bowing a little (To maintain etiquette mostly). “How have you been? You look tired” he stated, more that asking “I should be asking you that, You’re the one having a comeback and a tour followed by it” you said. “Do I look tired?” he said his eyes mischievous, feigning surprise as he touched his cheek and fake-frowned. “I made sure to complete my beauty sleep, for today” he added. Your mind raced at the way he emphasised on today, did he mean what you were thinking, hoping he means?

“Ah, No no that’s not how I meant it” you said and were about to explain further but your boss called you, saving you from further embarrassment and excused yourself.

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You were almost done with work and were about to leave when your coworker from the editing desk called you.

“Do you think I should use this feed or this?” he asked and you helped him out. “Damn that look surely wasn’t for the camera” he mumbled “you were taking the interview, right?” he asked with a shit-eating grin. “It was for the camera, why else?” you said and were about to leave when you heard him say. “Yeah, lie to yourself”

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It was another exciting day as your team was appointed to conducted the next Run Jin. Having worked with BTS many times before you were excited to meet Jin again after a long time.

“Y/n-ah” Jin cheered and shook hands with you “Look at you, you’re a Pd now. Wah” he added. You smiled at how he’s still so enthusiastic like old days. The whole day was fun.

“Yeonjun is literally fishing aspects to approach you. Why don’t you put the boy out of his misery?” the old man said. “what do you mean Pd-nim” you said averting your eyes towards Yeonjun who was already looking at you and smiled. “I’m old” You stopped the urge to say I know “I can read the way a person looks at someone and I think I see it clear in both your eyes” he noted with a smile on his lips. “Don’t be worry about other things so much, live in the moment” he added and winked and left.

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On the other side of the room Jin to Yeonjun-

“How many years are you gonna waste just looking at her?”

“Huh?” Yeonjun looked at Jin, confused. “We can all see the way you look at her and she at you” he said. “I’ve looked at her since the day I first saw her, have looked at her all this time yet I think somethings stopping her, Duty? Public Opinion? She almost knocked out a light and was about to fall when luckily, I held her hand and stopped the accident-”

“And saved the day” you said having heard enough “It was a harrowing day, probably one of my first shoots” I chuckled and as if on queue Jin left. Not before winking and pointing at the two of you. “I was very nervous that day” Yeonjun said, “I felt relieved seeing you”  

“Seeing me knock down the lights?” you joked. “No, to know I wasn’t the only one. And that’s only grown” He added.

“Into?” You asked looking into his Sharp brown eyes. “Something I’d like to see more of” he said and smiled.

“Coffee?” you asked.

“That could be a nice start” he said and smiled.

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So, why you looking at me like I'm your Boyfriend, boyfriend

Masterlist

[doukeshi-kun]

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤

featuring ⨳ dad!nikolai gogol x fem!reader

content ⨳ fluff, a bit suggestive, tattooed!nikolai, oc kids (yuri, mari, karol)

notes ⨳ this has been marinated for a while... i finally did something with it :D i'm proud of myself

Something very attractive appears when your husband is sitting at the dining table, without a shirt, with his tattooed arms on display. You cannot take your eyes off Nikolai at all. He doesn't seem to notice you are staring at him as he is munching on his rice, eyes on the television.

“What's wrong, love?” Nikolai suddenly asks, turning his head to you and you quickly avert your gaze away, flustered.

“No! Nothing, nothing.” you laugh awkwardly as you continue to chop the bananas to drizzle them with chocolate sauce for Yuri who is sitting beside you.

“Really? Hey, Yurochka. Did mama stare at me or something?” Nikolai grins teasingly. Yuri seems surprised by his question and he looks at you before he looks at his dad.

He nods. “Yes, for three minutes."

“Yuri…! You are supposed to be lying!” you screech but Yuri pouts.

“You said it's not good to lie,”

“Well, that's because your dad—” you glare at Nikolai. “—gave you the wrong advice about lying.” you huff, embarrassed. You finish chopping the bananas and drizzle them with chocolate sauce before you give the small bowl to Yuri. Yuri takes it, wanting to eat it right away but he seems to realise an incoming, so he quickly hugs the bowl, dashing to the living room.

“Wah! Yurochka! Banana!” Karol is waddling to the dining area with a colouring book in hand. Mari is running towards him, whining and almost crying.

Nikolai frowns, seeing Mari is tearing up and Karol is now waddling towards you to demand a bowl of banana for himself. He figures that Karol probably bothers her again and while he doesn't really mind them bantering, it does make him uneasy when he sees Mari crying.

“Mama! Mam! Banana please! Banana for Karol!” Karol is trying to climb up your chair. You try to keep him on the ground, worried that he might get hurt.

“Karol.”

A stern voice from Nikolai is enough for Karol to stand straight and look at his dad. “Give back Mari's book and then you can get your banana chocolate.”

You are used to Nikolai's happy voice and jokester persona. Years of being in a relationship with him do reveal more layers of himself to you. But there's always something about Nikolai being stern (mostly to Karol) and authoritative.

God, it actually makes you flustered and all giddy inside.

Karol coos sadly as Mari approaches him. Nikolai pats her head as Karol reluctantly returns the book to her. “Say sorry, Karol,” Nikolai says and Karol pouts.

“Karol sorry…”

Mari huffs, seeming to be sulky still. Nikolai gently reassures her and she softens quickly. She then silently sits on a chair beside him and starts colouring in her book, focused on an unfinished drawing because she got interrupted by Karol.

“Mama, make him some banana chocolate. Karol, come here.” Nikolai says to you before he pats his lap and Karol waddles to him. Nikolai bends a bit to get him up his lap and takes one of Mari's glittered markers before giving it to Karol. He puts his arm which is tattooed with some geometrical design in front of Karol. Karol gasps happily before he tries his hardest to take off the lid of the marker. He hovers over Nikolai's arm and starts colouring and filling in the lines of his tattoos.

“He likes to colour a lot. I think he wants to be an artist. Don't you see the vision?”

“Huh?”

Nikolai chuckles, seeing your flabbergasted face. He knows you have been staring with something in your gaze. He repeats his words and you nod with an agreement ‘Ooh’.

“Yeah, he definitely likes colouring. Mari is still at her second colouring book and Karol already coloured five books by now… well… he probably can be a future tattoo artist.” you look at how focused Karol is while trying to fill the lines of Nikolai's tattoo carefully. Even his little tongue is sticking out, showing how focused he is.

“Awh, that's cute.” Nikolai cackles before he pats Karol's head, kissing it. “You're gonna give me free tattoos every Saturday right?”

“Waoh? No! No free! Papa give me… uh… uh… one bili dollars!”

You giggle at Nikolai's snort. Karol is just happy returning to his little artist moment. Nikolai turns to you, smiling slyly.

“Whatcha looking at now? Didn't I tell you to make him some banana chocolate?” he says, voice deep and teasing. You grumble but your hand reaches a banana from the table anyway.

He should give you more commands, maybe.

©doukeshi-kun 2023 — do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, more @/cherikolya

if you like my works, consider buy me a ko-fi!

[hannahssimblr]

“Oh,” she says, perturbed, “Jude is here.”

I swipe the heel of my hand under my teary eye, “Yeah, he is. We’re doing maths.”

“Looks like it.”

“Shell, do you want to come in?” Jen says, “We were just taking a break if you wanted to talk about something.”

“Um, no, I’ll talk to you later.”

“No, come on,” she holds out her hands and beckons her over to us, “Come and chill out with us.”

Michelle’s journey to the bed is stilted, like she can’t imagine something more awkward than sharing space on a mattress with me, and I am awkward too, discomfort in my stomach as she occupies the patch of bed to Jen’s right, while I sit on her left, one earphone still dangling from my ear. 

Jen slings arms around us both, “I wish you two would just hang out,” she says, “Wah! It’s so silly, yeah, Michelle you’re, like, doing the emo thing right now and Jude has decided to be a Rugby Wanker, but why does that have to divide us? At the end of the day you’re both immigrants, and I’m gay. We’d be the ideal friend group,” she nudges us with her knees, “outsiders, yeah?” 

“Jude is not an immigrant in the same way. He’s white.”

“His grandmother on his dad’s side is Portuguese,” Jen says diplomatically, and we both roll our eyes, “God, I’m joking, I know it’s not the same,” She snatches hold of my face, “But look at his complexion, hm? Can’t you see it a little bit? That lit-from-within skin? God, he’s so pretty.”

Michelle makes a face, “Um, I think I’m going to go out and hang with Evan.”

“Isn’t that what you and Debra were shouting about just now?”

She goes a bit red, and eyes flit to mine for a moment and make me wish I wasn’t here. “Yeah, mam doesn’t want me to go out but like, she can’t really tell me what to do.”

“Okay, well, suit yourself. You’re missing out here though, Jude was just singing My Chemical Romance to me, and it was gorgeous.”

It’s my turn to feel embarrassed, “Clearly you’re not missing much. Um, have fun with Evan.”

“Yeah, I will,” She stands up and adjusts the hem of her black mini skirt, “Do I look okay, Jen?” Her tights have loads of holes in them, but I assume she wants them to be like that so I don’t give any insight.

“Yeah you’re hot. Go get rode.” She gives her a playful slap in the bum and she’s gone. We listen to her boots thunder down the stairs, then the slam of the front door. Debra screams at her to come back, or at least put on a coat. She does neither.

“You’re so weird around Michelle,” Jen accuses me as we resume our trigonometry lesson, “Why do you do that? You just stop talking.”

“I don’t know. I guess I can sense that she doesn’t like me.”

“She would like you if you talked to her.”

“I don’t know, Jen. If she was going to like me she’d probably have done it already,” I scan the page of equations for something that looks familiar, and can’t even remember what we were working on. “I think I must have done something, or maybe she just doesn’t like the kind of person that I am.”

“But you’re the sweetest, nicest, cutest boy alive,” Jen protests, “That’s not it. I think it’s just a clique thing. She’s just used to hanging out with a certain crowd of people. She doesn’t think that the people who play sport are going to be nice to people like her.”

“Well, I hate that then, because it’s not true. Being on the school rugby team and not having greasy hair doesn’t make me an arsehole by default.”

“What you just said does.”

“What?”

“Saying she has greasy hair doesn’t really help your case.”

“It’s not Michelle who has greasy hair. I was thinking about the other people who hang around the back steps of the lunch room.”

A snort, “You can say Evan.”

“Yeah, Evan’s hair is greasy sometimes. But like, so what, I guess. He doesn’t have to wash it,” I find a doodle I did earlier in margin of the maths book, a little drawing of a guy with lank hair flopped over one eye and a mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth. “He also doesn’t have to be an arsehole, which he is, by the way. Not me.”

“Evan is actually pretty nice.”

“Hm.”

“I think you should make an effort with him. I think he’s just cagey, and I think if you took time to hang out with him and talk to him then you’d see that you actually have a lot in common, you know? He’s got really good taste in music, and he’s funny, and he likes to draw.”

“Yeah, I know, he and Michelle sit down at the back of my art class and scribble pictures of crying eyes and wilting roses and shit for the whole hour.”

“They’re so deep and romantic like that,” She says wistfully, and I can't tell if she’s joking. 

“Right.” 

“I think if you make an effort with him then you and Michelle can get closer and then we’ll all be like a big happy family. The perfect little friend group, hm?”

I snicker, “So I’d be going through this effort for your direct benefit?”

“Of course,” She says, rolling over to her back and shooting me a grin, “Who else would it be for?” 

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[fernsnailz]

Hellos. I have been spending the past twenty minutes looking at all the junkyard phantom stuff you have posted and mmmmmmm is so fuckin good!! I had a couple questions. 1. Do you have any plans for junkyard phantoms merch? I went to your merch store hoping for some but there wasn't any (although that Miku sticker is mighty tempting.) 2. I was thinking of making some playlists based on the characters since you made the playlist cover art things. Do you have any kind of music that you think each of them like or should I just go off vibes? Thank you for making such wonderful art:)

wah thank you!!! i've thought about making oc merch but i don't have any solid plans for it at the moment - something i've considered is if i ever make a junkyard phantoms comic (THEORETICALLY. NO GUARANTEE FOR THAT) i'd like to set up some kofi memberships for people who want to support the comic, then maybe have some merch or a sticker club as a part of the membership benefits! no guarantee for that right now tho lol right now i'm just having fun drawing them in my free time

as for music, i have my own playlists for them but i'll probably keep those to myself rn because my spotify is embarrassing lmao. but if you wanna make your own i'm cool with that, so here are some ideas for ya:

Check: there are a lot of genres in my playlist for Check but most of the songs are a bit slower and more thoughtful. this is usually the playlist i listen to while driving on empty roads at night if that gives you an idea of what it's like. some select songs are cul-de-sac by glass beach, House of Mirrors by Softcult, Reproductive by Shamir, and Mother by Anjimile

M8: M8's playlist has a lot of instrumental tracks on it, but most of the songs are either slow and nostalgic or overwhelming and electronic (this is a genre i call "robot headache"). some select songs are I'm Going To Go Back There Someday from the original Muppet Movie, Uncanny by Ghost and Pals, A Human's Touch by TWRP, and BaBopByeYa by Janelle Monáe

Lucy: Lucy has a lot of math rock, psychedelia, and shoegaze in their playlist - the vibe for Lucy's music is very much "overwhelming inner turmoil." some select songs are Let Me See by Morcheeba, Fundamentally Unlovable by Tiger Really, I Been Young by George Clanton, and Andromeda by Weyes Blood

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Yatogami Kuroh Route Translation

Hanetsuki

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Neko: Ahhh, I'm beaten!

Saya: Kuro-kun wins 4th time in a row…You're good at Hanetsuki (japanese badminton).

Kuroh: Hanetsuki is not the only thing I'm good at.

Neko: Shiro, you have to defeat Kurosuke!

Shiro: I wish I could, but I got defeated in the first round. What should I do…?

Shiro: Oh, right. How about me, you, and Neko vs. Kuro?

Kuroh: Three vs. one? That won't be fair.

Shiro: B-Because if I don't get a handicap like that, I won't be able to win.

Saya: I think Kuro-kun would win even if it is 3 vs. 1.

Neko: That's not true! Wagahai is invincible with Shiro and Gohan!

Kuroh: Oi…There will be three of you…

Neko: Kurosuke~, are you scared? Are you afraid of losing to the Wagahai and the others after all you said?

Kuroh: …There is no way I would lose. Alright, challenge accepted. Watch my Hanetsuki's skills!

Kuroh: Damn it…!

Saya: Woo-hoo, I got one point!

Neko: Nice, Gohan! Kurosuke is not cool~!

Kuroh: Agh, I haven't lost yet!

Shiro: Sorry, but the game is over. Good job, everyone~!

Saya: I see. This is now our 10th win out of 10 rounds…so I guess we won!

Kuroh: Agh…That's not fair…

Neko: Sorry to keep you waiting! I brought the equipment for the punishment game!

Saya: Punishment game?

Kuroh: I didn't get the memo.

Neko: Of course, I didn't mention it.

Kuroh: Don't say that so proud.

Shiro: Well-well. It looks interesting, so why not?

Saya: Brush, ink… You want him to do kakizome (Japanese traditional first writing of the year)?

Neko: That's not it, Wagahai and the others will draw. On Krosuke's face!

Kuroh: What…!

Kuroh: The loser of Hanetsuki gets their face scribbled with ink as punishment! Get ready, Krosuke!

Shiro: Sounds like fun, I am in!

Saya: Neko-chan, Shiro-kun stop. I'll feel sorry for Kuro-kun if you both draw on him. Here…

Choice: [Let Shiro to draw] ❤

Saya: How about leave it to Shiro-kun?

Kuroh: …I don't agree. Why leave it to Shiro?

Kuroh: Why am I being punished in the first place?

Saya: I don't know either. Those two are unstoppable…

Saya: I don't think Shiro-kun would do anything more crazy than Neko.

Shiro: What are you two talking about?

Kuroh: Nothing. …I'm ready. Get on with it.

Shiro: Oka-ay.

Shiro: Here it is, let's see…Oh, I made a mistake.

Kuroh: You made a mistake!?

Shiro: Ah, it's okay, it's okay. It's just a figure of speech, it's acceptable…I think.

Kuroh: …

Shiro: …Alright, it's done!

Saya: Shiro-kun, are you finished already? That was quick--.

Saya: …

Kuroh: What's wrong?

Saya: I-I think…it's artistic…!

Shiro: Right? It's a masterpiece!

Kuroh: Oi, do you have a mirror?

Saya: Uhm… Here.

Kuroh: Thank you.

Shiro: How is it, Kuro? You're a beautiful wom-Whoa!

Kuroh: Shiro…I gonna stab you with the hagoita (a rectangular wooden paddle used to play hanetsuki), you bastard!

Shiro: W-Why~! It's a masterpi-iece~!

Saya: …They run away.

Neko: Wagahai is hungry! I want to eat mochi!

Saya: Right, well, let's go back to the clubroom.

Choice: [Let Neko to draw]

Saya: Neko-chan is the one who propose it, so let's have Neko-chan to draw.

Kuroh: How come?

Neko: Yaaay, drawing-drawing! Wagahai is the artist! Leave it to me!

Kuroh: You don't even know what an artist means…

Kuroh: …That's enough.

Neko: Not yet!

Kuroh: … … ….Let me go already.

Neko: It's still not ready! Krosuke, stay still! If you move, it'll never be finished!

Kuroh: Agh…Hurry up.

Saya: (Ah, looks like it's finished)

Kuroh: …How did it come out?

Saya: Y-you know…It suits you very well…Fufu.

Kuroh: Why are you laughing?

Saya: I-I'm not laughing.

Kuroh: No. You seem to be holding back, but couldn't resist it. …Is that so funny?

Saya: W-Who knows…I'll lend you a mirror.

Kuroh: This is…Neko!

Neko: Wah! I need to run away~!

Saya: …They run away.

Shiro: Moreover, with such a face. When someone sees him, Kuro will be embarrassed.

Shiro: Whew, it's getting kinda cold. Shall we go back to my room and make oshiruko (sweet red-bean soup)?

Saya: What with Kuro-kun and the others?

Shiro: They'll be back soon. Come on, let's go!

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[azuremliam]

Little tidbit of Liam's story underneath the readmore! :) Nevermind- it turned into a lot lol. It's a very mood change compared to the drawing hah A part of where they're all creeping closer to the confrontation with the biggest Beast of all that Liam has a grudge with. Myriaxanthus' powers are starting to well up within Liam and they don't know what to do about it- or are even familiar with it yet.

Scarab tries to get their mind off it.

"Lately, ever since Bubbles told me that one Beast was roaming near the Kingdom, I have been feeling like I've been... I don't know how to describe it?"

Liam paced back and forth, anxiously rubbing at their arms and chewing at their lip. Scarab's eyes tracked their every move, noticing their every agitated twitch and nervous habit he's come to recognize rise to the surface. At this rate they'd wear down a hole in the candy floor.

Ever since they arrived at the Candy Kingdom and attended Princess Bubblegum's yearly Beast location reports, Liam had been an anxious mess.

He hated seeing them like this.

"It's like...parts of me are a coiled up spring- ready to rip right out of me." Scarab frowned at that, but said nothing and let them continue.

"Like- something's ready to burst violently out of me- like...Augh!" They suddenly came to a halt and grabbed at the sides of their head, roughly scratching at frustration from trying to sort their jumbled up thoughts, "Like all of a sudden there's pieces of me that don't belong to me- and-and-"

Liam sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation of Scarab's hand gently settling on their shoulder.

They hissed out their held breath slowly and clenched their eyes shut, 'Glob, what the hell is going on with me', they didn't even notice him get up from his seat and get behind them.

Shaking, but slowly lowering their hands away from their ruffled hair, Liam placed their hand over Scarab's and gave it a firm squeeze.

They felt the tension leave their body and relax the moment he wrapped his other arm around them, and leaned to rest his head atop theirs. "Breathe, Liam."

Liam took another, more steady breath, and sighed, leaning back into him. Scarab's touch was always a reliable comfort- always something to ground themself to.

"And I just...don't know what's going on with me, Scarab." Their grip on his hand tightens, "I haven't felt like this since... since that damn thing ripped my friends apart all those years ago."

"You had a similar feeling to this back then? Before it attacked?"

"Yeah..." They let go of his hand and turned around in his grip, pressing their cheek against his cool carapace. "During that. And even before- before my moms found me in the human underground bunker." Scarab rubbed at their back, softly chittering, mandibles playing with their hair, "You've always been able to sense them?" That explained how a few of their hunts of the Beasts went, with Liam knowing exactly where to go.

"Yeah." Liam wrapped their arms around his waist. "This sensation. It happens, with other Beasts, but never so extremely intense. Right now, it feels like its very, VERY, far away from us. But back then, when I was younger- I blacked out before each time it attacked." They groaned at an unexpected feeling of their head throbbing at a pulse of energy, and pressed their entire forehead against him to try to distract themself from it.

"It wasn't out of fear, no, but from being overwhelmed by this feeling. I felt like I was going to explode. And right now? It feels like a lesser version of that, like a beginning of a bad migraine if I had to compare it to something." Scarab's mandibles paused with fussing with their hair, Liam not noticing his worried look. He did not like the sound of what his partner was dealing with at all. "Blacked out, hmm?"

"Yeah, but thankfu- Wah!"

Liam let out a surprised yelp as Scarab suddenly pried them off and started to carry them to their bed, "Is it like that right now?"

Their face burned in embarrassment at the quick turn of events. "N-no, no, I swear I'm fine! It's just a nagging, irritating feeling right now- Scarab, I don't need to lay down!"

He huffed. "Feeling faint or no, clearly you need rest." "But-"

"No buts." He leaned to the point his face was right up in theirs. Liam held their breath. His pupils were narrowed and locked onto them, breath hissing through sharp bared teeth and mandibles clacking right above their nose.

They found their worried thoughts entirely thrown out the window at the look of him like this. Now instead solely focused on him. The sight of Scarab like this would likely terrify most people, but by Glob, did he look amazing to them.

"You're worried, tired, overthinking things that could happen. And your body and mind are completely restless right now." He actually growled this at them, and they felt their cheeks burn again for a very different reason from before, "But, I'm-"

Scarab didn't let Liam start as he switch to being menacing to flashing them a toothy, cheeky grin, and all but dropped them onto the pillow filled bed.

"Woah!" Liam got the air knocked out of them from the surprise drop, and the God Auditor was quick to clamber above them before they could react.

"Scara-? Oof!" Scarab plopped himself onto them as if he were Liam's own personal, grumpy, weighted blanket. He chittered and trilled, pressing himself closer to them and nibbling mischievously at the ticklish part of their neck. "And I'd be a poor partner if I didn't try to remedy your discomfort."

Making sense of things again, Liam frowned half-heartedly at him. But Scarab's antics soon had them laughing and trying to wiggle out of underneath him. "Oh you cunning devil, you, charming and distracting me with your good looks!"

"Devil, hmm? That's a new one from you."

They slapped his chest lightly, smiling, "You're the spitting image of the card aunty Marcy showed me after all, red, menacing, looks good in a suit-" Scarab snorted, "but come oooon, let me go- at least let me check up on Finn and Jake-"

"Liam, I'd like to think after five years together I know how you are. You'll run off, certainly do as you say, but then find yourself back into that loop of feeling uneasy again." They bit their lip, looking away from him. A clear sign that they knew that was the truth, and they couldn't deny it. Ah, how he felt a swell of pride in knowing all their quirks and tells.

"Am I wrong?" Liam groaned, "No, but-"

"They're with the Princess and that vampire anyways, they're in safe hands. So please, relax and rest, Liam." An idea popped in his head. His proboscis slipped past his teeth, pressing itself against their cheek and with an audible pop left a mark on their skin.

Liam didn't think their face could get any darker, "Hey!" "Hmm~? What is it?" The proboscis writhed impishly against their neck, another joining the first, and Scarab sported a matching smile.

"Glob Damn it, Scarab. You don't play fair"' He chuckled and they licked their lips and leaned back into the soft cushions. Of course he'd play that hand, they'd never skip out on a chance of getting kisses from him no matter what form it was given in.

They tapped his arms, "Alright fine, you win, Scrabby." His smug look at that made Liam roll their eyes, "but scooch over or let me lay on you- you're heavier than you look."

"Hah! Alright, alright." He scooped them up and rolled over, relieved at the sound of Liam's familiar cheerful laughter at the movement. Scarab felt another swell of pride at being so easily able to brighten them up with his affections.

Then again, Liam could do the same with him just as easily. No, probably more even.

Laying halfway on his chest, Liam smiled softly at him and caressed his cheek, and he couldn't help but trill and chirp in response. "Thank you, Scarab."

He leaned into their touch, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around them, "Is it not bothering you anymore?"

"Mmhmm," They moved to cozy up at their favorite spot underneath his chin, "Just a quite buzz now, nothing serious like before." "Good. Now get some sleep."

"Nuh uh."

He opened an eye again, a bit miffed, "And why not?"

Liam tugged at his tie, "You can't just tease me with those and then leave me hanging with no more kisses." Ah. Right. They pulled and he followed without any resistance as they pressed a kiss to the side of his jaw.

"So get to kissing me to sleep, my heart." Chittering, Scarab indulged them without a moment of hesitation. "Of course, Liam."

[mc-lukanette]

Marinette hummed to herself, scribbling as she laid on top of the fountain's edge at the park. The stone wasn't great to lay her papers on, but her crayons did well enough at letting her draw. Her parents were busy in the bakery as usual, so as long as she didn't go too far, she was allowed to come to the park as she pleased.

It was times like these where she let her imagination run. She was still a child, after all, so wherever she couldn't go, she could simply draw whilst daydreaming about it. Her papa told her that it was important to cook up all the ideas in her head, or else they'd be raw and gooey when they came out of the oven. She didn't really know what that meant, but it sounded scary enough that she wasn't going to take any chances.

As she looked around, she spotted a boy who was just walking into the park. He didn't have any parents with him despite looking to be around her age, so she naturally wondered if they were nearby like hers.

He had messy black hair that was almost long enough to cover his eyes, and she couldn't help staring at his blue highlights. Were they natural, or did his parents let him get them? Maybe he had a special ability that changed the color of his highlights with his mood? What did the blue mean then?

She wanted to ask, but couldn't bring herself to open her mouth and call out to him. That tended to be the norm for her, wanting to make friends but also not wanting to make a fool of herself. Thus, she reached for her crayons instead, fumbling a bit with pulling out the blue one as she got to drawing. She drew herself first, then followed up with the boy she'd seen.

After coloring in his hair, she went to do his jacket but stalled, unable to remember what color it was. She looked up, searching the area for the "magic highlights boy," but she couldn't see him anymore. Frowning, she wondered if maybe he'd already left, a thought that saddened her even though their theoretical friendship was only in her head.

She'd been so invested in drawing that she hadn't sensed a presence coming up behind her, at least not until said presence spoke up.

"I like your drawing."

"wAH—!"

Surprised, Marinette recoiled from the voice, not realizing her mistake until she stopped feeling the stone underneath her. She saw a flash of blue and black just before her body hit the water, her limbs flailing in a panic whilst she tried to reorient herself. Water seeped into her hair and clothing, making for a thoroughly unpleasant experience as she attempted to reach for the stone edge again to pull herself up.

However, she grasped a hand instead, which tugged and helped her up into a sitting position. She blinked rapidly, rubbing at her eyes to get rid of all of the water messing with her vision, then noted the pretty highlights boy standing there. It was his hand that was grasping hers.

Her face flushed in embarrassment. She was known for her clumsiness and was all too familiar with this situation; she fell or dumped food on herself, and then everyone would immediately start laughing at her. She didn't doubt that this would be the same either, and the boy she'd been imagining as her friend would—

"I-I'm sorry!" he cried out, horrified. "Sorry, I didn't wanna scare you!"

Marinette's trepidation turned to confusion in an instant, especially as the boy continued pulling her and his other hand went to her side to help her out. She looked downwards and noticed that his leg was up on the stone, like he'd hurried up onto it after she'd fallen in. The faint laughter of other kids off in the distance didn't even register with her, too taken by the boy who looked anything but amused by her fall.

"You looked like you were havin' fun drawing," he explained once she was safe and standing back on the ground, "so I waited for you to stop, but..."

She imagined that, and it made a little bit of sense to her; she probably would've been more surprised if he started talking while she was still drawing him. Maybe she would've jumped the entire fountain in surprise then?

"Um, here—" the boy fretted, hurriedly removing his jacket. He tried using it to dry her and Marinette found it oddly charming.

Noting that she hadn't spoken the whole time he'd been talking, she said, "I-it's okay. You didn't mean it." When he continued trying to dry her anyway, she reached for the jacket to still his hands, adding, "My house is really close, and this isn't that bad."

He frowned at her, not looking convinced. She smiled to get her point across, taking the offered jacket to fiddle with and dry her skin.

"T-thank you," she said sweetly. Then, remembering his comment before she'd ungracefully fallen into the water, she asked, "You really like my drawing?"

He blinked, looking surprised that she'd brought the conversation back around, but nodded. "Mhm. I did." He glanced at the paper, which had droplets of water on it from her earlier splash. "Is that me?"

She thought it was cute that he didn't assume it was him despite it being obvious. Still, feeling shy, she hugged the jacket to her chest. "Y-yeah. Sorry if it's not okay."

He shook his head. "I like it. I mean it." Though, he paused, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. "What made you draw me?"

Marinette blushed. She'd already embarrassed herself in front of him, though she couldn't tell whether that was a good thing because it meant that there was no reason to worry about it now, or a bad thing because she was just stacking more embarrassment on top of herself. Settling somewhere in the middle, she admitted, "I like to draw my dreams. You looked fun and in'testing, so I wanted to be friends?"

He breathed up, his soft eyes opening wide. "I'll be your friend?"

"Huh?" she squeaked out, squeezing his jacket in her hands. "N-no, you can't!"

"Why not?"

"'Cause—'cause I'm not cool!" she explained like it was obvious. "T-there's a girl. She told me that I'm not cool 'cause I don't have friends, so I can't be friends with you 'cause I'm not cool!"

His brows furrowed in concern, then confusion. "Uh, but then I'm not cool, 'cause I don't have friends too, so then we're the same."

"Whaa?" That baffled her. "But you are cool!" She gestured at him with a hand for emphasis. "You dress cool and have cool hair!"

"You make cool drawings," he argued, hands on his hips.

Marinette paused, mind whirling. Perhaps it was a belated realization, but maybe what that girl had told her was a trap to trick her. Well, she wasn't going to be tricked!

"Then—then I guess we're friends!" she decided, but hesitated after a moment. "I mean, if that's not bad?"

"Why would it be bad?"

"It's a lot of work!" She waved an arm wildly, then pointed at him. "I never had one, but I watch them on TV! They have to meet a lot and play together, then they hug and have a lot of sleepovers! It's super duper serious!"

She also saw two boys who kissed once and her grandfather called them very good friends, but maybe that was only older friends, so it wasn't a worry yet.

"That..." The boy pouted. "But I like how that sounds?"

"Hu—Really?"

He nodded insistently.

"Oh." She shuddered at the realization; did she truly just make a friend? "Oh! But I didn't say hello even though you're my friend, and you don't know my name!" She held her hand out, waggling her fingers encouragingly. "Hello, I'm Marinette!"

He grinned, reaching his hand out too to shake hers. "I didn't either. Hi, I'm Luka."

Luka! She could finally put a name to her new friend!

She giggled excitedly, putting his jacket down on the stone and grabbing up one of her drawings to show him: it was her as a fairy in a pink dress. "Since we're friends now, I'll make you an even better jacket when I grow up, 'cause I'm gonna become the knitting fairy!" She wiggled her hips, still feeling the water from the fountain in her clothes. "And then I'll make water proved clothes so it won't be bad if you accident'ly scare me again!"

Luka took the picture in hand, listening intently in some sort of awe. "I bet you could." Though, he paused, considering her words. "I don't know what I wanna be yet. Everyone thinks I'm gonna be a rock star like my dad."

"That's okay!" She pumped her fist up proudly, puffing out her chest. "I'm your friend now, so what I say means more than everyone else, and I say it's okay so it's okay!"

He giggled, which only further excited her. A friend of hers should have a cute giggle and he did.

"Thanks," he said with an equally cute smile.

Marinette beamed at him, then turned to pick up her things when something registered with her. While holding Luka's jacket, it was difficult to hold her drawings and crayons as well. Luka apparently noticed as well, walking over to offer to help carry them.

"I got it!" she insisted, feeling it rude to make her new friend help out. Thinking fast for a solution, she stared at the jacket and turned it around in her hands. It was a little damp from drying her but she was already wet anyway, so she opened and slipped on his jacket. With that, she was able to easily pick up her things and turn to Luka.

"Now I can show you to my parents!" she exclaimed. Then, remembering that permission between friends was important, she added, "Can I?"

"Mhm~"

And then they were walking back to the bakery together. It was only on the way where Marinette remembered something important, turning to look at him while they walked to point out, "Oh, I forgot! Since we're friends, we have to trust each other too, and make sure we don't forget our birthday! And talk to each other when we feel sad!"

She'd said it as another warning, but he tilted his head at her as if he didn't get it. "But I'd still like that?"

At that, she understood the true appeal of having a friend, and silently hoped her parents would be proud of her for finding such a great one.

[gayjameswilson]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers.

wah thank you for the ask… ❤️

1. my boyfriend. he’s genuinely my favorite person and he lets me talk about all my interests and will always listen and he’s the sweetest guy ever and he’s so understanding about my past and what I’ve been through and I’ve never felt so safe with anybody

2. My cat! She is the sweetest ever and I genuinely would not be here today if it weren’t for her. She’s next to me right now purring up a storm

3. drawing. I’m actually starting to be proud of what I’m creating and it’s very therapeutic for me to just sit, listen to music, and draw. unfortunately I post my fanart to a separate blog now and will only share it to those who ask because I am embarrassed

4. my favorite tv show which I actually draw the previously mentioned fanart for. It is South Park which is embarrassing but it is my special interest and it makes me happy and I get to bond with my dad over it because we watch it together every night

5. My plushies! I have plushies of so many of my favorite tv characters and my favorite animals and I love to hug them. My boyfriend has gotten a few for me.

[sunriseovergotham]

back on my edgar loving bullshit. MUST draw him more. hes soooo perfect and i love him and he is Everything to me. EVERYTHING!!! he is so so. i need to. wah. i dotn even feel cuteness aggression i just want him to hold me. sorry for being embarrassing online it will happen again

[kingofdinosaurs]

20 through 25?

done some of these for gear but I'll go through for anything i wanna cover for other things!

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

uhh... can i say yu narukami's moveset in p4au? idk i just cannot get into him and it's genuinely sad to me because he's my favourite guy but his gameplay makes me so mad. like

idk.

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

i... am well aware that i am often The Overhyper In Chief but even by my standards i think sometimes that people may be a little untruthful about how good p5r third semester actually is, and also just akechi in general. i don't even dislike the guy i just feel like people have put a lot of weight on him and i don't really... get it. like it's cool. 3rd semester is probably my favourite overall part of p5. maybe i just don't like p5 the way i used to. but i still think if you like akechi that much you should play other persona games and see if you feel that same connection there because there's quite a few guys who preceded him and i honestly like them better. this isn't even about sho, honest! this is about ken.

22. your favourite part of canon that everyone else ignores

this is the part where i do the ones ive already done for gear for other things! so obviously i have a lot of these. but i truly do believe that everyone should go like. watch a couple of the p4a story modes, then watch labrys', then go watch the endings then go read the ultimax manga or something (actually please PLEASE read the manga it's so good it's like the most complete package of the ultimax stories my only gripe is that it doesn't really give labrys much spotlight because it follows the p4 path). it's so fucking good i won't even force you to play a fighting game if you don't want to just. actually like experience the story labrys is from and draw some actually relevant art of her pulling from that new understanding! I'm STARVING! it's all just her standing somewhere in a generally cheery way i can't TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! GET TO KNOW HER! SHE IS MORE THAN A PRETTY FACE!!!

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

... i wouldn't say SHIP, because i tend to view it as totally one-sided and a pipe dream in the story as well as out, but i find hazama/ragna really funny now as like a crush that hazama tries to bring up to him once, chickens out on, tells him something else, and is met with a "oh thank god. i thought you were gonna confess your love to me or something." and that's just the breaking point, hazama kills that part of himself immediately and never brings it up again because he's too embarrassed

24. skipping this one because i already answered it and i got nothing

25. common fandom complaint you're sick of hearing

i... think i also answered this one someplace? well whatever. i get being annoyed that they lean on the protein joke a lot for akihiko, but can you guys give the rest of his characterisation in that game a fucking chance!!! so fucking SICK of people going "wah wah akihiko got worse again after making that promise when shinji died" like wow maybe recovery isn't linear! maybe i think it kind of rocks that he wasn't just fixed and better! he lost yet another person and his response was to throw himself into anything he could to avoid thinking about it, and i think this makes sense for him and is a pretty decent way to handle the fact that he... sort of needs to have a storyline ingame? which needs conflict? anyway everyone leave me and postcanon akihiko alone in a room for a while. you are all scaring him.