#i'm gonna chill and draw the rest of the night

[starcunin]

my Etsy shop now has stickers in stock! woo!

[kakusu-shipping]

Cringetober day 1 - Heterochromia

I dunno what possessed me to do some weird sloppy coloring/lighting style, but it turned out alright for an hour of slapping things down and hoping they work.

[callmedaleelah]

—Serenity [ nanami kento ]

— you’re gonna be fine (2) ; in which nanami found out you just got sick and turns out the sickness is just getting worse as time passed

author’s notes : fluff, established relationship, slice of life, cheap romance, semi alternative universe, no mention of (y/n), long chapter, not proofread

Nanami sat beside your hospital bed, his eyes filled with concern as he watched over you. The doctor had confirmed you had a severe viral infection, exacerbated by dehydration and exhaustion. The IV drip slowly delivered fluids and medication to your system, and though you were still weak, there was a noticeable improvement.

That first night in the hospital, you felt incredibly weak and freezing despite the layers of blankets covering you. Nanami noticed your shivering and without hesitation, he climbed into the narrow hospital bed beside you, wrapping his arms around your trembling figure. His body warmth and steady heartbeat comforted you, gradually easing your chills.

"It's okay, I'm here," he whispered softly, holding you close. "Just rest, honey."

You nestled into his embrace, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath. His scent, a comforting mix of cedarwood and the faintest hint of cologne, enveloped you, grounding you in the moment. His presence was a balm, soothing your fevered body and calming your racing thoughts.

Throughout the night, Nanami stayed awake, his eyes never leaving your face. He adjusted the wet cloth on your forehead, making sure it stayed cool. Every now and then, he'd press a gentle kiss to your temple, his lips lingering for a moment longer, as if transferring his strength to you.

In the mornings, he would try to coax you into eating, but you often felt too nauseous or weak. "I don't feel like eating, Ken," you murmured, turning away from the food he brought.

"You need to eat something, even just a little," he insisted gently. "You have to keep your strength up." He would sit beside you, patiently holding a spoonful of broth or a small bite of toast until you managed to take it.

Each time he brought food to your lips, he spoke softly, encouraging you with every bite. "Just a little more, sweetheart. You’re doing great." His words were a lifeline, pulling you through the haze of illness and fatigue.

Slowly, your appetite began to return. One morning, Nanami brought you a small bowl of sliced peaches. The sweet, familiar scent made your mouth water. "Here, try some of your favorite fruit," he said with a smile, offering you a slice.

You took a bite, the sweetness bursting on your tongue. "It's good," you whispered, managing a small smile. Nanami's eyes lit up with relief and joy as he continued to feed you, one slice at a time.

He savored each moment, watching as color slowly returned to your cheeks and the light in your eyes grew brighter. "You’re getting better," he’d say, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and relief. "I’m so proud of you."

Every time the doctor or nurse visited, you grew anxious, fearing the possibility of more injections. Nanami sensed your unease and would immediately hold your hand, his touch grounding you. "It's alright, I'm right here," he'd reassure you, his calm presence easing your fears.

During one of the visits, a nurse came in to draw blood. You tensed up, your grip on Nanami's hand tightening. "It’s just a quick pinch," the nurse said, trying to soothe you. But your eyes remained locked on Nanami’s, searching for comfort.

He leaned in closer, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "Look at me," he said softly. His words, combined with his steady, reassuring presence, made the ordeal more bearable.

At night, when you had trouble sleeping, Nanami would read to you or tell you stories from his teenage years at Jujutsu High. "Did I ever tell you about the time I got into trouble with Gojo?" he began one night, his voice soothing and rhythmic. His stories, filled with humor and nostalgia, distracted you from your discomfort and helped you drift off to sleep.

He’d chuckle at the memories, his voice filled with warmth. "Gojo always had a knack for causing chaos. There was this one time we..." And as he recounted his tales, you found yourself smiling, the sound of his laughter easing the pain and fatigue.

As your strength returned, the day of your discharge finally arrived. Nanami helped you change out of your hospital gown into fresh clothes, his movements gentle and careful. "Take it slow," he murmured, supporting you as you dressed.

You felt a wave of gratitude and love as he helped you. "Thank you, Ken," you said softly, your voice still a bit weak but filled with emotion.

Nanami smiled, brushing a stray hair from your face. "You don't need to thank me. I'm just glad you're feeling better."

Back at the apartment, Nanami continued to care for you, ensuring you rested and regained your strength. The dynamic between you slowly returned to its usual rhythm, with your chatter filling the space and Nanami listening patiently.

One evening, as you both sat on the balcony watching the sunset, you turned to him, your eyes reflecting the fading light. "Ken, thank you for everything. I don't know what I would have done without you."

Nanami took your hand in his, his grip gentle yet firm. "You don't have to thank me. Taking care of you is the most important thing to me. I just want you to be happy and healthy."

You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his presence. "I am happy, Ken. Especially with you by my side."

And in that moment, with the world quiet and serene around you, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, you and Nanami would face them together, side by side.

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello lovely! I'm back with another request 😰 I was just wondering if you could do the handsome bros with an s/o with tattoos? Thank you! And as always I hope you have a great rest of your night/day🫶

ooooo yes of course!!! I loved doing this w quackity so doing this w them is gonna be fun :) ; and have a good day/night to you too 🫶 ; if you came back and see no tubbo, I don't write for him anymore and I'm slowly deleting stuff w him in it + if you request this group, there won't be any tubbo

HANDSOME BROS ; tattoos for days

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu

warnings ; language, talk about needles

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

bro the sleeves you got? holy shiet he's so swooned

always complimenting your tats & trying to get you to show them off

if you have any neck or back tattoos... good lord it's over, he can't not stare at them 24/7/365

he also likes coloring the hollow/non colored ones in with washable markers

you're a walking coloring book for him, he's gotta be moving all the time there is no break, even if he's chilled out

always taking sneaky pics of your tats up close LMAO

you take him to one (1) appt for a new tattoo and he's literally cringing in fear for you

like fuck you mean that's what you gotta deal with for the next six hours?? that needle is huge wth

he'll gladly help you with caring for it after though, but not without complaining about it all feeling weird on his fingers

"you better never suggest matching tattoos, there's no way I'm ever doing that"

RANBOO

again, you're a walking coloring book to them

definitely colors the same tattoos a million times and has a washcloth nearby for erasing lmao

also loves showing your tattoos off online and stuff

need a hand to squeeze when you're getting another? he's there, squeeze as hard as you need too lmao

relatively calm about the needles but are they getting one? hell no

theyre absolutely obsessed with any tats on your arms or neck, always zoning out looking at them lol

he tends to send you those tik tok reddit stories, mostly the tattoo fails ones 💀

"Jesus fucking christ how can you make a blowout that bad?"

"the tattoo wasn't even good in the first place either. cut it all off, start over"

they also like to hear you rant about tattoo stuff and recommendations, soft spots etc, not that they're getting any tattoos soon, they just like to learn shit

FREDDIE BADLINU

absolutely loves showing them off online because he's so proud, like this is such a fucking cool way to express yourself??? he's jealous bc no way he's getting a tattoo anytime soon

he's normal about the needles as long as it's not near him

he likes coming along w you when you get new tats because the place you go to has a little art station and you know the person who owns it and is totally fine with him using their art stuff

so while you're getting some fresh ink, Freddie's drawing with professional level utensils and having fun lmao

also the type to color your tattoos in when he's bored. he seems like he has the random urge to color but doesn't own coloring books because he'd never use them

also makes a playlist that reminds him of all your tattoos, one for each specific one and another for the fact you have tattoos and look badass

always showing you tattoos from pinterest like "omg that's so cool" and "dude color is insane"

also uses a sharpie to draw on your fingers when he's bored or a little anxious

and there's so many pictures of you/you together where you can see the sharpie as well 💔🫶

[amaramizuki666]

Dp x DC crossover

So eldric ghost king phantom being so old he dosnt really remeber his age but he still looks around the age he died. Danny one day decides to go chill in Gotham to well visit the city spirit Gotham.

After his visit to gothy he decided to take a stroll when he gets stuck as a hostage during a scarecrow attack. He's in his human form and doesn't want to draw attention to himself so he plays along.

Well until he sees Robin about to get shot by one of the henchmen and in a panic danny yeets a motorcycle at the henchmen. Robin holds eye contact with danny nods to himself about something then goes back to the fight. And danny is like well I'm in this now, and starts kicking ass with robin.

After the fight is over robin goes up to danny and is like "hello I have decided that after battling along side you we are ment to be, may I have your number so I may continue to court you". Danny is like "uh sorry kid but no I'm waaaaay older than I look" and Damian is like "I'm older than I look too I'm 19, the matter of the fact is we are ment to be" and danny starts slowly backing away saying "look our age gap is way to big for me to be comfortable with this, I'm old enough to be your dad, hell your grandpa, so I'm just gonna go!" Danny then books it from the area.

Robin tryed to chase after him but it was like danny dissapeared. And robin spends the rest of the night looking for him but couldnt find him. So robin begrudgingly goes up to tim and says "drake your going to help me find my future husband". Its spirills to where almost everyone in the family finds out about Robin's infatuation with this random civilian.

Bonus: the way robin found danny again is by one of the older batfam, like duke, steph, cass, jason, or dick brought danny to a family dinner to introduce him to the family as their boyfriend (since Damian is 19 the others would be around late twentys to early thirties and danny would feel more comfortable being with someone in that age category). And Damian would be so upset and try to fight the older batfam member for Danny's hand. And danny would just be so tired like "kid please back off your makeing me so uncomfortable, you aren't even legal drinking age".

[under-sedationnn]

mike schmidt x pregnant fem!reader pt.2

summary: a continuation of a day in the life with mike schmidt in which the reader navigates the joys, and hardships, of pregnancy.

"so, what are we thinking, a classic baby blue or something more adventurous? like" a pause, squinting at the screen, "green."

With Abby gone for the day, Mike and I plopped ourselves in the living room for a debrief of the day ahead. I opted for the floor, Mike helping me lower myself to the carpet in front of the TV. I groan as my butt hits the floor less than gracefully, and lay flat on my back as we chat.

"What sounds best to you, y/n?" he starts, stifling a yawn. I feel myself frown slightly in response, feeling guilty about how tired he must be feeling. He catches on.

"Hey hey, baby, I'm okay," another yawn, "I just need another cup of coffee, I think."

"No, Mike, you need to sleep," I say, and turn to lay on my side with my head propped up on my hand. He leans back on the couch and huffs, pulling his hands down his face as he lets out a sigh.

I pick at the carpet with my fingers, and wait for him to respond.

"I know, I know I need to sleep but- damnit, I'm trying to make this work, y/n." Face still hidden, he sits in silence again until I move to sit up. With great difficulty, might I add.

"And you're doing a great job, Mikey, but I really think you could use the rest. We could use the rest, right now." He moves his hands from his face and pulls me in for a hug by my neck. I trace my nails up and down his back through his shirt, and he lets out a small sigh.

He nods his head against my shoulder, and in silence, we move to the bedroom. The bed is still unmade, and we slip back under the covers as if we have never left. Turning to face away from him, Mike buries his front into my back and we melt into one another, the warmth of his chest replacing the chill of vacant sheets.

He places his hand on my stomach, and I feel at home in his embrace. "Mike," I start, "you're gonna be a great dad."

He kisses the back of my neck. "Thank you, baby. You're gonna be a great mom, I know it."

With that, the sound of the TV in the living room drowns out to a lulling hum and the morning light of the window slowly but surely fades to black.

"We're in this together, y/n."

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When I wake up from my nap, I haven't moved from my original position, but Mike is gone. The absence of his warmth sends a chill through my body, and I sit up to find the nearest throw blanket.

Walking into the living room, I catch sight of Mike scrolling on my laptop at the table. His forehead is wrinkled in concentration, and when he looks up to find me standing in the doorway, he cracks a smile.

"Good morning," he says, "again."

I chuckle, and he turns his attention back to the screen, scrolling once again.

"Whatcha looking at?" I ask, moving to pour myself a glass of water. I open the dishwasher to find that it hadn't been run the night before, and curse myself silently. I give up for now, and walk back over to the couch. "Mike, please do remind me to run the dishes tonight. But seriously, what's got you all focused in? Looking for a new job listing?"

"I definitely should be, but the night shift pays the bills. Just look at this." He swivels the laptop toward me, and when I see different swatches of paint pulled up, I can't help but smile.

"Good thinking, Mike. Ooooh, I like this purple! It's like a periwinkle."

He leans in to look with me. "Yeah, they have a good selection for not too much money. I'm sure Abby might want a new coat of paint once we get started on a nursery, so we need to prep for that."

"Right," I draw out, "she's probably sick of the shade she's got. Needs something more big girl, you know?"

He only rolls his eyes, grinning slightly. "So, what are we thinking, a classic baby blue or something more adventurous? like" a pause, squinting at the screen, "green."

"Hmmm, green is quite daunting, huh?" I scroll for a few moments, and find a springy peach color. "This would look great with all the sunlight coming in, and we could get everything else in neutrals and use all the hand-me-down furniture my family gave us."

"I'm glad you're feeling inspired," and he looks over the paint color himself, turning to smile wider this time. "This'll be great, let's go pick it up now."

I kiss him, hugging him as well as I can, and waddle to our room to get ready.

After changing our clothes, I find myself on the couch, looking longingly at my sneakers from across the room. Mike walks in, follows my gaze to where my shoes sit, and places my shoes in front of me, chuckling as he goes for his keys.

I sigh, defeated. “Mike, I'm gonna be honest, there's no way I can tie my shoes.”

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i know that this part 2 is late and was way shorter than the first but i did just want to give a little more attention to dad!mike because uh so cute?? anyways

thanks for reading!!

[onlysushicat]

writing an idea because I tried drawing it on my phone but it was lame af

Long background setting for a simple Davekat drawing: Karkat gets a wriggling day party, at maybe Rose's or Jade's house because they could be the biggest, with every 🎉friend🎉 he has. AU where everyone gets (kinda) along and all the people are alive etc etc

It starts calm but slowly turns into a mess as midnight passes with everyone drunk or passed out in some room, some making out some just trying to stay awake looking out for each other.

Karkat is sober even tho everyone tried to get him drunk, he just kept drinking water after each shot. So after some dancing and eating goes out to look for Dave who was missing since 2hours ago. But then Dave is the one appearing out of nowhere, looking the opposite of sober.

Karkat: Ugh you finally decided to come back, where have you been, and your shades?? Your hair is a mess and your clothes are all fucked up

Dave: yeah i mean, its a party its supposed to be fucked up in a way. my shades i think broke and fell down some hole when i wrestled with Jake some time ago, dude is built like a tower. And my bro decided we end in a truce even tho I was the one winning for sure

Dave: man you look so much like my boyfriend did u know that

Karkat: Excuse me? Dave Its me, I'm Karkat

Dave: you even share the same name, thats rad. you should meet him someday i can take you home with me, but he would get soooooo jealous seeing you 'cause youre such a cutie

Karkat:

Dave: liiike, your nails and fangs could make me cry tears of joy just from imagining the things those could do. even your horns are shining tonight, did you polish them???? thats awesome dude

Karkat:

Karkat: Last time I had to wait half an hour just for you to say you liked my laugh without looking away from my face, youre unbelievable.

Dave: have you seen Roxy? we can both search for them. they said i would have a drink made from them anytime i wanted and im feeling so thristy for some liquour rightnow

Karkat: Ok I can take you with them but after that youre coming home with me so you can rest. This party is giving me fucking migraines.

Dave: dude i was joking about taking u home, im loyal breaking no promises. sorry but i wont change my man for anyone

Dave: unless we get permission from the man himself

Karkat: Can we please go home now????

Dave: yeah sure whatevs

The walking back to their house was calm, Karkat helping Dave a little by holding him from his arm while he kept talking about the things he did at the party. Karkat just nodded because his head hurted like hell, in his head he tried to understand why he had so many people over instead of doing something more chill.

The sun was gonna rise soon but they both went to sleep anyways, Dave in the same outfit he wore the whole night and Karkat changed his pants only for something more comfortable.

* Snore, mimimi *

[1800naveen]

Anyone got any Illyrian or Hewn city ocs?

I got one for each and I'm giving them angst all around (I mean, have you seen where they were born?) LOVE ANGST

Isolde:

Illyrian female

She's 90 years old

She fights to make Illyria a better place but no one takes her seriously

Got her wings clipped at 18 and later on ripped them off because there's no point in keeping them, had a nasty scar on her back.

She ended up giving up on this dream of hers and Illyria, moving to the spring court

She lives in a cave that she designed to her liking (get it?)

She has good parents who do their best to protect her. (might have to give them names later)

Hates Rhysand for not helping the women that suffer at the hands of men, leaving them to be crippled and used as broodmares.

Just like many Illyrians, she doesn't accept Rhysand as her high lord. Not the biggest fan of Feyre either. (Feyre using Illyrian wings even though she's aware the women get clipped: ☺️)

After her first week in the spring court, she asked Tamlin if he could possibly heal her back of her wounds where she tore off her wings and possibly grow her wings back when she found out of his healing and shapeshifting powers.

He does actually heal her wounds but for the wings part, he accidentally gave her dragon wings. Also the ability to shapeshift into a dragon. He was going to change it but Isolde stopped him. That was the moment when she accepted Tamlin as her high lord.

Personality wise, she's chilling most of the time and keeps to herself by resting in her cave.

She plans on getting her revenge for what happened to her and other Illyrian women (she may or may not slowly go mad with vengeance clouding her judgement)

Tamlin doesn't want her going back to Illyria in fear that she'll carry out her revenge plan.

What is her revenge plan? I don't know, can't think of something. But know that most of Illyria won't be safe (gonna turn her into a war criminal)

She's for the ladies.

Yara Nisa-Mortimer

Yara- small butterfly or lady of the waters (for this, it means lady of the waters). Nisa- has a few meanings but one of them is night. Mortimer- dead sea.

118 years old.

Was born in Hewn City as an only child to her parents, Nila Misa and Carys Mortimer. They're good people (I know, shocking)

Has great swordsmanship, great with knives and daggers, and spying. When you live in Hewn city, you need to know a few things in order to survive.

When she was 20, Rhysand came to pay a visit and while he was busy, she successfully snuck out of Hewn city, now free.

She also found out about the existence of Velaris and everything that goes on there. She was not happy at all.

Took her a week to reach the spring court as she would spend a day in each court for rest and food. By the time she made it, she looked like hell.

She didn't have enough strength and passed out but luckily, Tamlin was nearby and took her in.

She lives in a black cottage. She also chills in rivers or lakes in her "mermaid" form.

Aromantic asexual because the way men treated women down there terrified her and considering how women can get sold off, that was the deal breaker.

Here's how I imagined them since I can't draw for shit! Found the pictures all on Pinterest.

Yara:

dark sea nymph vibesss. THIS ART IS SO PRETTY (couldn't find credits for it)!

Isolde:

Yuhh. (The watermark I think is near the cloak on the right side but I can't make it out.)

[lara-cairncross]

Hi I did not expect to be hit with this much nostalgia for pixie hollow fairies lol

The way you draw them is so pretty!?!?!?!?! I love their designs so much

I'm considering drawing fanart now, especially since I saw the suggestion of drawing my personal OCs in your fairy au, and I realized.... I have an oc. That I created recently. Like so recently that I haven't even named her yet. And she's already kinda fairy-like??? She's the result of a one-night stand between Leo and a random bird yokai who decided to dump the egg on Leo (it's the accidental baby acquisition trope except its more like you-really-should-have-expected-this-leo baby acquisition XD)

Don't worry though, she's not bird-like enough to want to eat your fairy boys if she met them. She's basically just a feathered turtle who loves shiny things, and I haven't even finalized her design but now I wanna draw her as a fairy haha. I do know her feathers are blue-purple-pink-ish with red streaks, so her colour scheme matches Fairy Leo haha

Hmmmm maybe I should actually put a question here uhh....

You keep hinting at plot points but you've also said you don't plan on making this a comic, so are we ever going to find out what the heck is going on???

And I know the idea of making a whole entire comic can seem overwhelming, but have you considered viewing it as just doodling and practicing? For my own au comic I only have one part drawn so far and it is the first part, but I'm planning to just draw any part of the story at any point in time, just depending on what I feel like. Cuz no one says you have to do it the "normal" way, right? And I like to think of drawing the comic pages as practicing new skills, like learning how to do page layouts and composition better. Aka focus on the journey and not the end goal.

Whoo, that got kinda long and I only really asked one question, but based on previous asks you've answered I have a feeling you don't mind ;)

OK that was entirely just stream of thought after going through the whole au tag (there are more thoughts but most are incoherent and overlapping so this is what i managed to pick out of my brain), but to summarize: I love your fairy au and the boys are gonna be living in my head now, along with every other version of the turtles that I love <3 <3 <3

I'm glad to hear you're liking the fairy au!! I had a ton of fun coming up with their designs :D

I do actually plan on making this into a comic of sorts! I dunno if I could ever make, like, a long-form webcomic or anything like that-- but I'm definitely planning on doing at *least* a few mini-comics to elaborate on the story! And maybe build my way up to something longer and more fulfilled :D As of now, I'm trying to experiment with different comic styles on my own time so I can try and find something that's quick and easy, but still looks decent. I like the idea of treating it as essentially a glorified doodle page. Honestly, as soon as I try to take any of my stories too seriously, I burn out fast-- so I'm trying to stay pretty chill about this one and just making content whenever I feel like it lol

Yup, I'm totally cool with everyone drawing their OCs as fairies if they want to! It's not like I own the idea or anything lmao. The only caveat is that I have jurisdiction over whether or not something is canon to my particular au. Leo and the rest of the boys are still canonically kids/teenagers to me, and I've been writing/drawing them as kids this entire time, so I won't be including anything/anyone related to one of them having a "one night stand" with somebody. I can't really police what anyone else draws though, so have fun :D

Sorry about these little guys buzzing around in your brain ❤️💜🧡🩵

[cottoncandy-cult]

Artistic Touch

Tattoo Artist!Buddha x Fem! Reader

This is just based in my own little modern artist au, in which the RoR characters work in various shops together!

Light TW: Mentions of blood maybe once twice, other than that it's pretty tame. Just basic SFW

"You're doing great gorgeous… just a little longer." Buddha had been straddling her thighs for a while, hunched over her body as he held the tattoo gun in his glove covered his hands. The other held a wet wipe, allowing him to clean up the extra ink and blood. When (Y/n) had first started dating him she was tattooless, having only a couple piercings and dyed hair to show where she leaned style wise. They had met at a bar, the tall male worked at a shop nearby but would also work as a bouncer as a friend of his owned the club anyways. They had hit it off after he caught and took care of a creep trying to spike her drink, it had been 3 years now and like a canvas Buddha had painted his mark across her skin. The back piece he was working on for her was one that they had spent months doing between their schedules, it was a large koi pond with what was a partial view of a shrine up near her shoulders. Though the main focal point had been a koi fish amongst the lotus, the edges of the tattoo looking like that of a mirror. Many of her tattoos looked like images taken from beyond the looking glass, vibrant and detailed they would spend the hours together talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes they'd sit silently and enjoy the others presence as music softly hummed through the background. Tonight was the last night, so Buddha claimed, that he would finish this newest Masterpiece that night. He took a moment to grab a new wet wipe, his thumb rubbing her side as he knew she was still sore from the session before. But they were near the bottom of the tattoo and the last of the shading, so soon she'd be able to take a break and heal for a while. The koi fish had been white with (F/c) spots splattered across it, while the lotus had blue and white petals. A detail Buddha had included in the colored drawing the two had come up with together. He knew it sounded bad but he somewhat enjoyed when she was still sore from a fresh session, it gave him an excuse to spoil her and take care of her as given the current ones position, he had to help her clean and care for it.

"You wanna take a snack break before we get back into it?" He hopped off the padded table that she rested on, stretching his back as he sat in a computer chair and rolled around so that he was infront of her. He couldn't help but chuckle at the drowsy look on her face, she had gotten so used to the feeling that now sometimes during a long session she would doze off. He couldn't count how many times he was in the middle of a long story and heard her start softly snoring, of course he'd act pouty about it but he honestly thought it was cute. "Yeah, snacks sound great Bu~" That was all it took for Buddha to wipe up her lower back before throwing away the dirty wipes and his gloves. He watched her sit up some on her elbows so she could sip on her orange slushy, meanwhile he was opening up a bag of chips which he'd hold between the two. "You want me to help you sit up? Or are you gonna just chill there?" He was worried she'd make herself even more sore from the position, but he also knew she was probably dreading having to get off the table with her fresh tattoo. "Nah I'm comfy, plus it's just a snack break. We can order a pizza or something when we get home." She had stretched her topless form some before popping a chip in her mouth, given the size of the project she had foregone her bra and wore a loose cotton t-shirt which she would take off during the tattoos. There were ink and blood stains on it from the numerous tattoos but she always cleaned it and it served as just being one of her tattoo safety shirts. They had decided to go to the shop he worked at after he got done with his job at the bar to work on her newest addition, they had been there for a few hours, but it wasn't quite midnight yet. Even if it had been (Y/n) worked from home as an animator, something Buddha supported her in along with her 5M subscribers. It had been something she was building on for years even before she met him, art and creation was her passion and so she would animate her stories. She was still an independent creator, but things were looking up and she was grateful. Because of that she did have some flexibility in her schedule so she could afford to sleep in a little later the following day.

They had spent a few minutes chatting and flipping through TikTok's together, enjoying their snack before Buddha got up to get a fresh pair of gloves and some more wet wipes. "I can't wait til we get home, wanna eat something and watch that crime show you like." He chuckled as he moved back into his position over her, he took a moment to press a kiss the base of her neck just above where the tattoo sits. His hands stroking her sides as he helped her get comfortable again, a lazy grin on his face as he started back on the tattoo with new determination to see it finished that night. "Yeah I can't wait, especially since that creep just kidnapped the detective." She giggled some but did her best to hold still, closing her eyes to relax into the padding once more. She could be a bit of a nerd sometimes and while she found it embarrassing sometimes Buddha had never once shamed her, infect he took interest into many of her hobbies and likes. He said he was doing it because it was only fair, that she indulges him and his desires all the time so it wouldn't hurt him to watch some of her favorite shows with her. Even still it made her happy, sure she had dated guys who had shown some interest in her likes but nothing like how Buddha does it. Just the other day they finished an anime that was almost 300 episodes long, and afterwards they were even able to discuss some of his favorite archs and characters. Where most of her Exes would have just been ready to move on to the next thing, Buddha was willing to talk about certain details, missed opportunities and theories. "I love you Bu~" Her words were soft and sweet, she wanted to tell him just how much. To spend the rest of their time together thanking him and telling him all she loved about him, but she figured there was a time and place and she'd rather do so when she could look at him. Though given her current position she missed his toothy smile, instead she simply felt the needle lift from her skin as he rested his forehead against the back of her head. "Love you too (N/n)…" His voice was smooth and sweet, like warm honey in tone, he didn't need to hear hours' worth of praise to feel her love. Though he certainly wouldn't mind hearing it, he could feel her love through the things she did in return for him. He knew he could be a little difficult sometimes, even a little bratty or joke a little more than most people would like. Yet she took every second of it, she was willing to keep dialog open and talk about things even if she felt embarrassed. And that kind of trust is how he knew the depths of her love, because she was willing to set aside pride and swallow embarrassment so that they could fix or confront any problems they had to. It took effort and he respected that, he loved himself a strong woman. And in his eyes, no one was as strong as his personal goddess.

[pokeberry5]

hiii i love your art, you draw everyone so pretty!!! i was wondering, do you have any fem tim headcanons or thoughts? :)) also, and ignore me if you're not feeling it, but would you ever want to draw fem kon? thank you and i hope you have a great day!!!!!

thank you!! i hope you have a great day too!

i think my favorite interpretation of fem tim is @misspickman's by any other name would smell as sweet, i.e. not chill about it at all and has her gender wrapped up in all the other roles she feels she needs to fill, and i especially like this in contrast with an older femme tim who is very confident in who she is and how she wants to present (see also: hairline fracture).

this got kinda long so i’m gonna put the rest of it under the cut:

you didn't ask exactly this but my gender headcanons for tim are kinda all over the place so: i'm also fond of a transmasc tim who just kinda Is, and a tim who doesn't really care but is willing to be/present as whatever is most useful to him in any given situation, for better or for worse (this is sorta why i tend to exclusively use he/him pronouns for him).

so i guess my gender headcanons for him tend to tie in with the headcanon that the longer he stays as robin, the more he curates the way he presents to people. i like the dynamic of who does and doesn’t have access to the person behind all that curation, and the people who knew tim when he started as robin having to watch that bright eyed kid get tucked behind more and more pragmatism (not that the empathy that made him robin ever goes away). (this is partly where i was coming from with the imposter syndrome art) (as examples, i like tim’s fronting in Into the Brighter Night by shoalsea and more innocuous versions of that habit in @silverwhittlingknife’s Two of Six)

so like, to tie this back to fem tim: is he dressing femme bc he wants to or because he knows he can and it’s what’s most useful to him to achieve his goals? does he even know? do the people around him know to ask?

(tim: i can be whatever you need me to be :) his family and friends, shaking him: but what do you want to be??)

i do wanna say that most of the time when i draw a femme tim, i really like reading through the various gender interpretations in the tags so!! please feel free to do with that what you'd like. is my tim flat chested bc he's femme but didn't want to deal with his tits? bc she's transfemme but doesnt feel the need to have tits? bc he's wearing a binder? i don't know! it's up to you :)

also, fundamentally, a lot of it is just that i really like drawing femme styles and i really like tim 👍

(and thank you for the request! i do have thoughts now about fem kon but idk when i’ll be able to get to drawing her bc i’ve got a lot of other thoughts percolating rn)

[days-until-burnout]

May I request a Joel smallishbeans && a skizzleman.. Perhaps... I'm desperate 🦭 ough... Not force tho! :3

desperate? arent we all </3 fun fact, my laptop died literally as i finished writing it lol _____

📧 Day 113 (b) -

Characters - Skizz/Joel Words - 674 Time - 30 mins Content - Modern AU

Skizz exhales until his shoulders drop, tugging his tie loose as he takes a seat in a high stool. The bar is mostly empty, but for once, he is glad for the quieter atmosphere. He places his phone face down on the counter, eyes drawn to the incoming reflection. The lights are blocked by a silhouette, blurry outline but the familiar uniform eases his mind. 

He looks up, blinking quickly, taken aback by the new face. 

The bartender smiles with a raised brow, eyeing him up and down. “What can I getcha? I can get you another server too.”

He huffs a laugh, “Nah, brother, just get me a beer.”

“A beer?” The bartender looks back to the bar, then back, scoffing. “I’m gonna poison it, just so you know.”

Skizz is taken aback, blinking perplexed. He watches him walk away, grabbing a beer mug to fill it. The foam reaches the top and spills, and Skizz cannot draw his eyes away from the hand on the handle. 

When the bartender comes back, placing the mug in between them, Skizz looks at him straight. He is cute, very expressive as his neutral expression shifts to a curious one. His arms casually rest on the counter, inching forward to hold his gaze. 

Suddenly, the tables turn and Skizz loses his ground. 

He smiles, though, already victorious. “I was joking about the poison, you know. Drink you, big guy. No one likes warm beer, and no one likes someone who drinks their beer warm.”

Skizz chuckles. His smile widens, more points for him. 

Leisurely, he takes the mug, sliding it closer but not quite going for a drink yet. “So, what’s your name?”

“You couldn’t afford me, either way.” He smirks, friendly but conceited. Skizz is not sure how to make heads or tails of him. “Not that I’m an option.”

“Humor me.”

He raises a brow, then tilts back his head slightly. He eyes the bar then he is back center of Skizz’s attention. He leans forward again, resting his chin on his perched right hand.

“Buy me a drink?”

Skizz scoffs, “Drinking on the job?”

“Humor me.”

Skizz’s mouth falls open with objection, wanting to wipe the smug smirk from his lips. But the longer he stares, the more he finds them appealing. He finds himself staring at every movement and curve, the subtle glistening of them and the plumpness. 

Skizz does not think of his wallet, so he gestures to the bar with a nod. 

The bartender walks away, pouring himself some whiskey on a glass with ice cubes, grabbing a coke on his way back. He lifts the tab, the fizzing filling the space around them. Skizz’s eyes flicker from his hand to his face, nearly jumping back to find him already staring back. 

“I’m Joel,” he says as he pours the coke over the ice, staring at his drink with fondness. “Just started yesterday. Gem got me the job.”

“Gem? Where d’ya know her from?”

Joel gives him a funny look, then looks back at his glass, gently swirling to mix it. “Doesn’t matter, does it? I thought we were talking about me.”

“Sure, sure,” Skizz rolls his eyes, and finally takes the first sip of his beer. The chill lasts little on his tongue, but he bites a reaction back to not give him any satisfaction. “It’s all about you, Joel, sure, bud.”

“Well, then, what’s your name?  You’re a regular, right? Oh, wait. You’re a sales guy, aren’t you? Are you Skizz, then? Gem’s talked about you.”

“Good things?” he asks on the edge of his glass. 

“If that makes you sleep better at night.”

Joel takes a swing of his drink, and Skizz’s eyes draw to his Adam’s apple. Flicking up to catch Joel’s eyes again, the corners of his lips quirked into yet another smirk. At this rate, Joel is synonymous with smug, and Skizz finds that he does not mind it all too much. 

Which is, obviously, bad. 

Very bad. 

And Joel knows it with certainty.

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SKIZZ DAY :D on other news, ive successfully acquired a mouse, so... yeah, transfer time. though im still posting on tumblr because yes. more work

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[aidedharbor78]

glad that it's seemingly not the end of the world if you miss a day or are late by a day in a drawing challenge thingy (I assume), bc I'm exhausted and my pen has just died unfortunately

so ig I'm just gonna chill for the rest of the night and finish the drawing tmrw

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

Hughhhghhhh ok fine the intrusive thoughts win, I'm just gonna do it. Athelstan headcanons but just the ones that are angst/whump based because some feral part of me needs to Harm Him:

His hands and feet still hurt terribly at times, even years after the wounds there have healed. Cold and damp weather makes it worse.

Sometimes it gets bad enough that he can't hold a pen (or an axe, for that matter) properly, and it becomes hard to walk

But he keeps it to himself, shutting himself away from others if necessary

Tries his best not to look at the scars because if he does even for a short time he starts Remembering Things

He draws to alleviate the stress on his mind, and his drawings - the secret ones he doesn't show to anybody - get quite disturbing

(Ragnar never tells him this, but he does find them one day. And it breaks his heart.)

Ok apparently a common theory about the "sky dragons" that were seen before the Vikings' attack on Lindisfarne was that they were actually northern lights and that made me think ; any time he sees northern lights now, in a climate where they're more common, he has bad dreams. Without fail. He's tried to get over it, and his artist's brain tries to see the beauty in them, but it doesn't help.

Ragnar (and Gyda while they lived on the farm) try to show them to him on winter nights, thinking he'll love it, and he doesn't have the heart to tell them they Freak Him Out

Allergic to bee stings. He finds out when he's watching over the kids one day and Bjorn thinks it would be fun to disturb a wasp nest. He makes a valiant effort to shoo him and Gyda back to the house...and in turn ends up with a very swollen face

A Lot of nightmares. First about the attack at the monastery and later about the crucifixion

And about his family dying. He always *thinks* he's forgotten about that, or that it doesn't affect him anymore, but it always comes back to him and he realizes he was Wrong

(And the fact that he wasn't actually there when it happened almost makes it worse, because it leaves him to just imagine what happened. And he has a very good imagination.)

When he gets one bad enough, he knows he won't be able to sleep at all afterwards, and spends the rest of the night writing, or sketching, or just pacing around. Walking outside helps, but he can only do that when it's not too cold

Gets headaches easily. I headcanon that he's a little nearsighted and doesn't even realize he's straining his eyes (and spending years squinting at tiny print didn't do him any favours)

It's sorta canon that he's somewhat prone to hallucinations, and I like to think it's a thing that happens sometimes when his brain is very very overwhelmed - but he probably keeps it to himself and has it in his head that they're either visions trying to "teach" him something but he can't figure out what, or that there's something Horribly Wrong With Him and he lives in fear of what that might be

Usually it's just weird blobs out of the corner of his eye that won't go away (like migraine aura type stuff) but after the incidents of season 2 he's always on edge of what else he might see

While his wounds were healing in Wessex he spends days slipping in and out of consciousness, not sure if he's dead or alive, with friends or enemies

And he calls out for Ragnar more than once - Ecbert never tells him about this, but definitely keeps it in mind

Dreams about hell, and later Ragnarok. A lot.

Like I've said before he doesn't get sick very often, but when he does it hits him like a truck

It's not uncommon for him to get super high fevers when he's sick, which doesn't help with the already present nightmares At All

Or the potential hallucinations

Had asthma as a little kid and cold weather still irritates his lungs sometimes, prone to chest infections

Hates being seen in any vulnerable state Whatsoever because he's Always Just Chill Always Everything's Fine

But is actually so clingy to a surprising degree once it's out there that he Needs Help & someone's there to help him & he gets to collapse, whoever that person is they are Staying Now

Gets panic attacks after being crucified. Can't stand the sound of things being nailed together (@adhdnightmare This One) it sets his teeth on edge and he wants to run away and hide - he doesn't put two and two together at first until he does and is like oh

Doesn't like to be touched when going through one of these episodes, Ragnar knows he gets them and has learned how to talk him through it without touching him (even though all his instincts are telling him to wrap that lil guy up in the biggest bear hug)

For a short time he can't even look at his own cross necklace without breaking out in a cold sweat, and of course THAT stresses him out big time because what if it's The Devil talking??? What if he's Bad Now??? His religion-based stress is never ending.

Occasionally this anxiety comes back even years down the line, and each time he's like. ah ok this is gonna be a Bad Mental Health Day isn't it.

There's gotta be more somewhere but hm that's all for tonight

@grantairescurls @procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics @levithestripper @starrose17 hi guys it's Me Again

[valentijnsstuff]

I really thought last week was gonna be chill but I overdid it again huh

Monday. Go to therapy, middle aged therapist asked how my date went that I was so nervous for two weeks ago. Tell her it was a huge dissapointment, but that its a funny story to tell. Do work. Text friends. Productive day.

Tuesday my dad comes over for lunch. He fixes some stuff he doesn't like in my house, without me having asked. We go for a walk, talk about jobs. A guy comes over for an intake to be my volunteer. He is a bit posh, but he is gay, ace and funny, and he thinks helping me is a fun way to do volunteer work. Go to queer focused trans support group in the evening. See some of the homies. Do my best to sit and listen, doodle drawings for my next porn comic. End up flirting with handsome transman from Italy.

Wednesday morning I go to my GP. I'm greeted with 'Wow buddy we heard you got into crisis treatment?' (yeh I was suicidal haha) 'You say that so matter-of-factly'. Have a meeting for a big gig in november. Spend the rest of the day chilling in bed, but also finishing work for comic deadline. Go to a transman support group in the evening. Get overwhelmed, bc I've been too productive.

Thursday I feel hungover, partly from taking half a Quetiapine. Try to mentally ready myself for the evening, because I'm giving a drag workshop with other drag artists. We have an interesting group of seniors and young people, everyone is shy but very excited about doing drag. A transmasc I matched on a dating app once is there, we flirt a lil. I go home and stay up way to late to take pictures of my make up.

Friday morning I skip therapy, because I am too hungover from the workshop, and everything before it. Spend the day purposefully aknowledging how miserable my body feels. Have a sleepy date night with poly girl. She cooks, we rewatch hungergames and cuddle. I am a bit put off by her boundless energy, but I regain some of mine as soon as the make out sessions start. Hot queer sex ensues.

Saturday morning, wake up in poly girls bed. Get up with them, but the sleepyness overtakes me and I go back to bed to take nap. They come and cuddle me when I wake up, it's nice and we both express how at ease we feel with eachother. I go home and get ready to chill, bc tonight is the big night in terms of a prestigious job that I have lined up. I give a workshop at a national museum for museum night. Everything goes really well, its a huge success, I get a lot of praise from the people I work with. But trough the rushed nature of the evening, I feel very flighty the whole time, and a bit scared I am going to crash really hard. Still totally worth it.

Wake up from a nightmare sunday morning. Ultimately I feel a lot less hangover than I thought I would. Get myself freshed up and go to poly girls house, because they are having a friend hangover. Immediately get infodumped on, now I do feel hungover. Two more poly people show up. Everyone watches me draw them as furries. We have a big cuddlepuddle, I get kinda sleepy and horny. I ask poly bestie if she'd like some when the others leave (she says yes). I'm a bit cautious, bc past partners never wanted to have sex twice a week. We have a good time, but when I go home, I somehow still feel horny. Spend the whole evening pent up, especially when having a call with the longer distance transman I have been flirting with for a few months.

(Bonus) Monday, sleep out till late, go to therapy. Have a fun session explaining my lore to a younger therapist who is a huge trans ally. I stick around the therapy building to do work, because it's a nice place to sit, with a garden. Have dinner at the house of a newly made poly friends. They are a huge nerd, who keeps telling me they are demi, but then continuesly flirts at me. They open the door with 'my other transmasc friend would definitely have sex with you' (hi buddy good to see you too). We chat about childhood stuff and make pizzas. At some point they propose cuddles and watching show, bc they know I like cuddling. We watch scavengers reign, and I somewhat taken aback how intimate they cuddle, but I act casual. We talk about our definitions of queer sex dynamics, while they are wrapped around my leg with theirs 😳 at some point we tickle fight 😳😳 before I go I mention I think I smell, they push their face into my armpit 😳😳😳 (can it get any gayer) I now have flustered feelings about all this. I dream about having sex with a transman later that night.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Finally working on my DVR OCs I mentioned in the past starting with the recruiter of Gaston! @crazyyanderefangirlfan helped with the name and @jinxthejubilee has an awesome method of personality of the recruiters that I'm gonna try and use so it's easier here

If no one's slick as Gaston, no one's quick like Gaston, and no one's neck's as execrably thick as Gaston's then no one is a better recruiter than Gaston's! Eden, a beauty under the command of the manliest of men of all of history and beyond Gaston, his village's most well known solider and hunter. Eden is, as obvious, a beauty beyond words, some say she puts beauties like Snow White or Aphrodite to shame! Like Gaston, her looks aren't her only main quality of how to handles life as she's very charming and a good actress and very good at tracking and hunting as shown for her knowledge of knowing who or what went into which direction by tasting a piece of a rock or a sniff of the wind. She tends to act in a mix of emotions while attracting a audience while flaunting her looks and praising her master in highest regards, she at times acts helpless and naïve especially around the male audience or male recruiters to gain what she wants, drawing them in like a manipulative siren to the rocky shore, using her charms and flirting to gain information and items she wants or needs but will turn around and be just as snippy and sharp like a dagger if one were to disrespect her or her master.

Like the rest of the townspeople, Eden highly looks up to the man as her protector and savior. The huntsman have saved her at a young age from possible misery from her poverty household as the only daughter so she may of been forced to wed once she got older or worst forced to work the streets at night so she's grateful to him though she admit he's very full of himself, and despite his closeness with LeFou they seem to have a pretty decent relationship though she rarely sees him past him checking up on her from time to time. Through her pleas Gaston managed to teach her to survive in the wild woods which she stayed during the events of the film, teaching the ways and arts of the hunt as well as how to turn heads easily by the time she was able to wander the village some times though she stays in her cabin primary since she has a distrust in the village people due to her believing they don't know Gaston as much as she does!

Eden and LeFou has a very clear sibling rivalry like relationship due to how much the two fight over who knows and cares for Gaston the most, blind to see the have a lot more in common besides Gaston. Honestly, if dare say Gaston wasn't in the picture they're relationship more so be a semi chill sibling bond. LeFou's the one who taught her how to fend for herself minus fluttering her lashes at someone, such as cooking and doing simple living needs

She deeply dislikes Belle. How dare she reject her amazing master in such an embarrassing way! How dare she even get his attention when he doesn't even pay attention to her... And how dare she be so beautiful and friendly and no one hates her truly even though she's different... Belle is who Eden wants to be, beautiful and easily loved no matter what she does or say, being the center of someone's eye, having a happy life with her odd father...

Like many men before him Apple fell for her beauty and charming whims at first, though he looked pass the rose tinted glasses of awe after seeing her viper tongue first hand Sure, he's a bit too serious for her liking but she knows a ally when she sees one. Would like to get pass his uptight attitude about work though He's aware she's just as needy for attention as his Queen so he has great patients for her though he scolds her at times like the older coworker he is

Two peas in the pod, these two her and that Malfie! Sure, they bump heads with the attention seeking and praises but not long since she started did they bond truly. Both sing sweet praises for their masters like gospel, both are arguably the hottest and most prettiest of the lot, both know what it's like to want and demand attention 24/7, they're like platonic soulmates or the other's half in a way swapping beauty tips and stories to spare!

Jack Heart, oooooh boy- Another man who fell enamored towards her at first, going as far to try and take a rose from his Queen's garden when she asked for it and nearly being beheaded when caught. After that Jack and her are on thin ice with him seeing pass her tricks and going out his way to try and ruin her recruiting jobs more than him bugging Apple! In a way people still sense some tension of possible romance still lingering but neither will admit such ridiculous claims!

Like the men before this poor dog was eager to please the beauty before him. Falling deeper of her words of praise, jumping through hoops to appease her, Dalmatia is fully aware of her tricks and ways Though he's wrapped around her finger, he understands he's just a pawn in a little errand or trick for her after Jack began to voice is distrust towards her and tries to find distractions if she so prettily ask for a favor of him with her eyes even going as far as working with Pretty Scar

Though he was enamored as well, Joe got bored of her pretty fast but still will work with her if needed but draws the line of doing any work for her as he has enough on his own. He honestly finds her need of validation from others quite annoying, he can deal with it from Malfie and Pretty Scar but added a third is a no go for him

While men flock Eden, Eden so quickly fell to flock this laid-back pirate, and who can blame! She claims she's getting pointers but as soon as Lady Hook does anything cool or impressive she's with Veil and Farja in the corner fawning in awe. Huh, so that's what the men around her felt. She's impressed by her older coworker's bravery and strong loyalty to her master and desires the same connection and praise from her own one day, maybe she can beg for some gold to wear from the pirate if she sailed any time soon

Such a very studious and serious woman! She does find how she can work, work, work, without anyone doing for her impressive and "sad", they have a somewhat tense yet easily fixable relationship like two high schoolers growing up. With Ms Hades hard work and soon helping Eden, the young woman will soon value what she sadly didn't get from Gaston or LeFou and that's strength in knowledge more than physicals perks. Once they get a much better friendly relationship of opposites maybe she can try and get the fiery beauty some tips and pushes to start being more open on the idea of romance and love and not be jaded.

Oh they do not get along at all! Everyone knows Pretty Scar loves Dalmatia so having someone like Eden get his attention so easily upsets the poor hyena and Eden finds her crying face annoying...makes her feel almost pity. These two are as different as can be even! Her master is a rude narcissist who's only goal is to get what he wants, she constantly tries to shine and be validated as "cute", she... only wants to be included as a family especially to her master and those back home...She didn't get along in her previous families...She wishes her master's happiness even if it costs her sanity and happiness... She's usually alone... She has to do what she must to survive... Okay maybe they're similar in way!

And like with Pretty Scar, both Eden and Veil make a very interesting duo that for sure brings more customers to the shows. Veil is very quiet yet passionate about her master and what he does, similar to Eden though she's not so quiet only when she needs to be, Veil has a strong value due to her upbringing, Eden is the opposite in reasons and life values, While Veil will only be loud and outspoken when she sings her heart out, Eden shines and burst in energy like changing a dress and will never hide behind anyone but instead be open. Due to the reasons above the two would never get along in any other circumstance, Eden would find her dull as Gaston has while Veil would find her annoying and sinful has Frollo taught her. But the two seem to make a good odd-ball friendship like pair with both being the best singers especially when put together, both geek out over Lady Hook and their fun history facts of France, and both eagerly hug the other whenever they get a successful job well done. They're almost like sisters in a way!

Farja, another person who gets along pretty well with her! Both match in energy and care for their masters and plenty of love for travel and shiny things! Sure they're different from each other, but like with Malfie, the two are story tellers who understand each other well. Like two peas-in-a-pod type cousins!

Overall: As she gets close to the gang and sees them as family, she will see what matters most in a person and grow pass the needs of being seen for one person's side. Maybe, just maybe, if she witnessed the crazed obsession of disregard of others for the sake of not handling his rejection Gaston got from Belle she would be disgusted with his display of not being heroic and finally seek her own freedom...or will she remain in that iron cage a hunter put her in...