#it's always so nice to just draw characters having a break every once in a while

[dariadraws]

@flitwickslittlebrotha hello and happy holidays from your @aftgexchange buddy! all your prompts were super fun so it was genuinely hard to choose which one to make, but in the end i went for Andrew/Kevin slice of life, so please enjoy this little snapshot of a nice, relaxing post-game afternoon. sorry this is a little late but i hope you like it!!

[zsupika]

Love and Deepspace x Reader

> general relationship headcanons

A/N: I've been in the lnd fandom for a few weeks now and I'm so obsessed of this game. Keep in mind these are just some random things that I have in mind when I think of them in a relationship.

>> My requests are open if you have any ideas!

Characters: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel

Xavier

I imagine him as a very caring boyfriend

He'd listen to what you have to say and whenever you have something that troubles you, try and find a solution

His favorite sleeping position has got to be spooning you with him being the big spoon

He just loves to embrace you and know that you're safe in his arms

While laying like that he loves to breath in your scent

And while you're asleep, he plays with your hair and softly glides his fingers along your skin

It calms him down, especially after aonh day of fighting wanderers

He also likes to go on missions together with he

He won't admit it but whenever you get assigned with a different partner than him, he gets so jealous

He just loves to spend time with you

He's more a listener than a talker

Through the entire year he takes notes on the things that you mentioned you wanted to have

When your birthday comes up he buys all those things for you!!

Although he loves to spoil you on valentines day with flowers, chocolate and lots of kisses, he doesn't really see a point in the day specifically

He buys you flowers every once in a while and doesn't understand why there would have to be a whole day dedicated for it

But if you see it as important, he definitely puts up an effort to make you happy and see a smile on your face

He always blushes when you get him something in return!

He prefers to give, more that receive

He also makes sure that you're nicely relaxed after a mission

While you sit on your chair he might come up from behind and give you a soft shoulder massage and some neck kisses to ease your mind and body

I imagine him to smell like lavender and fresh laundry

His favorite drink has to be iced coffee and water

In winter he'll also drink a hit chocolate with you

He loves to add cute toppings and make it delicious

Zayne

As we all know he's a doctor and always very busy

You see him a lot less than you would the other two boys

He appreciates it when you come to the hospital and visit him on his breaks

You'd remind him to relax and take it easy every once in a while

It makes him smile to know that you care for him so much

Him not being able to see you as much makes him sad, so he tries to make the few dates that you go on extra special

He always consideres your wishes and does whatever you desire

You want to stay home with him and watch a movie? Sure, he'd love to. You want to go out to a fancy restaurant? Yeah, he's down.

He has a hard time expressing his emotions with his words, so he's definitely more of a "actions over words" kinda guy

His love language would equal to "acts of service" and "quality time"

His hugs and kisses feel very intimate, because it's his way of expressing his emotions to you

He adores the fact that you understand him so well and that you respect his boundaries

He's a morning person for sure

He likes black coffee

For you he always makes sure that you're healthy

Whenever you get a little sick, he's always worried about you and tries to prevent it with all that he can

It makes you chuckle how much he can get worked up over a little cold

Once you get better he makes sure that you stay healthy and happy

Rafayel

Starting of with a very basic headcanon but I think he'd paint you

But not in the way in which you might think

He wouldn't only paint full on portraits of you but he'd incorporate you into his art in a very different way

He'd draw the landscape of your favorite places

He would use your eye color as the background color of a beautiful still-life

You being around him would inspire him to draw freely without any restrictions

Your laugh would make him move his brush in the same rhythm

Sometimes he'd let you help him with a painting

He also loves to go and search for different ways to create paint with you and look for ingredients

I think even though he's very sassy and bold most of the time, when it comes to intimate moments he'd be rather shy

He blushes a lot!

And definitely has a hard time keeping eye contact with you in those moments

His kisses are more soft and caring than you might think at first

In my eyes he'd be the furthest thing from rough in any intimate situations

He holds you as if you were a fragile piece of glass that could break at any second

He feels like you're the only one who he can let his emotions out on, without feeling judged

Loves sleeping on top of you like a weighted blanket

Slightly snores but not very loud

It's more of a heavier breathing

As we know he's very ticklish

When you two are playfighting you can definitely take advantage of that

He'll be a whining and whimpering mess

Do with that what you want

[soulaires]

hiii can I request for grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji hcs plz I love that man so much 😩 and that trope is such a 🤌

also can I be 🪸anon?!?!?!

THAT’S MY BABY

pairings: grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji kishimoto.

warnings: absolutely shitty pick up lines and horrible attempt at flirting. also sexual innuendos lol

summary: kenji and his intimidating gf

notes: I need this man so bad I’m not even joking. Also yes you can be my coral anon 🫶(you guys can claim any emoji you guys wishes) also kenji is orange while you are purple.

you absolutely hated kenji when you first met him.

he was obnoxiously loud, very annoying, doesn’t read the room, and sarcastic. way too sarcastic.

although his little sarcasm comments really can make you break a character

while you hated him at first sight, you absolutely caught his attention when you arrived at omega point.

he was stars truck that he mad it a goal to impress you, to notice him and maybe, maybe you can possibly like him back.

when in training, he’s really trying so hard to impress you

you noticed him once with a comment saying “nice work, kishimoto.” and he absolutely froze at that moment

he had it imprinted on his mind, treasure the moment on his heart, and blush at the moment every time he remembers it.

he actually like the way you played hard to get, or at least that were you doing instead of genuinely hating his ass

he says random pickup line at you.

and will always try to insert his flirty comments.

are you a map? ‘cause I just got lost in your eyes, princess.

hey, I think I have a low iron cause every time I get up too fast I always end up falling for you.

no pen, no paper…but you still draw my attention.

the sunflowers would mistake you for the sun, all turning to look at you.

hey, what’s the month date today again?

It’s may now. may I finally be yours?

hey, Princess. Do you know the word of the day?

the what???

word of the day. it’s ‘legs’ so, why don’t we go home and spread the word?

no pickup lines today?

nah, don’t have any pick up lines cause I’m not tryna be picked up I’m trynna be pinned down. he smirks

It’s stupid, really.

but sometimes you find yourself blushing and a small smile coming at your lips

and of course, it won’t get unnoticed by him. he always feel proud at himself and a smug smirk is displaying his face

and, you sometimes tease him by flirting back.

“hey, how’s my favorite girl doing?” Kenji said as he enters the gym.

“your favorite girl is doing okay. how about her favorite boy, hmm?” you replied, as your eyes are still focused on the lifts. With the lack of reply, you look at him and there he was, standing frozenly as his cheeks painted tomato red.

“that was smooth.” He finally said after a solid minutes.

“wanna see if my lips are too?” you replied with a smirk.

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“Watch out, sweetheart. You kinda sound like you’re flirting when we argue.” Kenji suddenly said as you guys argue over something stupid, again. You only roll your eyes as a response that make him chuckle.

“Whoa, watch at that attitude, princess, yeah?” he said after he whistled.

“attitude isn’t the only reason my eyes roll back.” you countered with a smirk, staring directly at his eyes.

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“relationship are 50/50, you are a catch, so am I.”

“yeah right, a relationship is 50/50 you give me your last name while I scream your first.”

“WOAHH!?”

when you finally smile at him openly he gets caught off guard like

wow??? you are so beautiful??

He still continues to win you over even when he already has!

he calls you sunshine ironically because you are actually just the grumpy black cat gf

I don’t need protection.

yeah, believe me she doesn’t .

he calls you sweetheart, princess, pretty girl, baby and ma’am

you who glares while kenji just grins

he loves the way you laughed at his stupid jokes

you are laughing. I told a joke and you are laughing. I LOVE YOU.

kenji who looks at you first when he makes sarcastic comments / jokes to see if you are laughing.

My girl not allowed to watch IT cause i'm the only clown she needs in her life

LOVES LOVES the way you glare at everyone but smiles only at him.

like he is your only exception make him wanna just marry you right there

gets jealous when you suddenly a lot less grumpy in warners presence

he scrutinizing the fuck out of him FOR REAL

he will never admit that he's jealous of warner for his pride and ego cus he know warner only doing it to get on too him

but he will pout and will sass you

he will play pranks on someone who flirt with you using his ability to be invisible

It really gets handy

anddd aaron warner is always the victim of it

I mean yes, Warner can sense him BUT not when someone is really keeping him distracted

EHEM juliette EHEM

can't keep his laugh whenever warner come out annoyed at him bc of the pranks

“Remind me again, what did you even like about kishimoto?” Warner asks while kenji just huffed.

you, who is reading a book blatantly says without looking up, “his personality.” you feel someone’s pair of eyes on you

Warner raised his eyebrows, surprised. “Really now?”

“Fuck you mean by that?” Kenji interpreted while warner look at him with disgust on his eyes.

“yeah, i was surprised too.” you replied which cause your boyfriend to gasp dramatically and warner who chuckled.

Kenji grabbed at his chest dramatically, “wow. Betrayed by my own girl?” You laughed at him while you gave him a kiss on his temple while Warner rolled his eyes and left. Kenji who still annoyed at warner ignored it while he sassyingly left.

he ignored you for a solid 1 hour and then he comes at you asking for cuddles

he peppered some kisses on your face and calls it "skincare"

he puts flowers onto your hair

you always dig holes into someone just by glaring, and he'd bend down gently and lean over to whisper, “why don't we like them?”

he follows you like a puppy

whenever you stand up to go somewhere HE FOLLOWS.

WHENEVER YOU GO HE GO.

he worships the ground you walk on

he sees you a gift from God

he loves to be babied by you

but will never admit it

at the end, he is your sunshine to your cloudy mood.

[januaryembrs]

Bugsy and Spencer tea!!

the one with the card counting | Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader

description: Bugsy and Spence quarrel while playing Old Maid

length: 700 wds

set in the trouble almost all my life universe

“Spence, I love you, but if you try card counting in Old Maid one more time, I’m not speaking to you for the rest of the flight,” Bugsy snipped, staring down at the man over their deck of cards, his hazel eyes narrowed and concentrated as he flicked through his hand. The joker card glared down at him from the dead centre, where he’d strategically placed it so she’d be more likely to take it when her turn came, though he’d been unsuccessful so far. 

She didn’t need to see his lips to know he was chewing them in frustration, eyes darting between the pile on the table of already used hands, the rest of the deck they were picking up from, and how many cards she had in her hand. 

“I’m not, and even if I was, it’s just math,” He replied in a defensive tone, knowing she’d already caught him out as he looked up at her, the red back designs fanning over her mouth and nose, though her annoyed expression was still clear as day to him. For a guy who rarely understood what people meant until they spelled it out verbally for him, Bugsy had always just seemed to make sense in his head, “I’m not cheating,”

He said it like someone who was trying to convince himself it was true, his eyes as innocent and none threatening as they would go, though he got that little notch between his brows that said he knew exactly what he was doing and felt bad for lying to her. 

Huffing, she drew her cards to her chest and setting her elbows on the table, Hotch to her left with an amused smile drawing at his lips as he tried to catch some sleep on the way home from a case, though the sound of the two agents bickering gave him some inflight entertainment at least. 

“Oh, really?” She asked, daring him to repeat himself even though saying it the first time had been hard enough, and Spencer simply nodded with a small ‘Mhm’, “Alright, smart guy, if we’re playing it like that then I’m taking this card,” Bugsy said, pulling the ace of spades he had sitting beside the joker with a pointed look on her face, “And the reason I want this one and not the one next to it is because I know that's where you put the old maid,” 

Spencer swallowed, the tip of his nose turning a blush, as he grit his teeth together in annoyance, “I guess the joke is on you, Miss Prentiss. I don’t even have the old maid,” He said, forcing his voice not to quake, and he sounded somewhat believable, at least that’s what he thought until he saw her brow raise, and he knew he was fucked.  

“Yeah? Government names is it?” She asked again, giving him chance to fix his error, only he doubled down with a second nod, his lips pursed. Her finger shot out to point to the joker card, where she could only see the intricate pattern that matched every other in his hand, “So this isn’t the Old Maid?” 

Spencer blinked once, the two of them exchanging a heated look like they were waiting for the smallest of breaks in character, and his breathing even despite the fact it was under duress, his expression abnormally calm as the jet went entirely silent, “Yes,” 

“Bullshit,” He quickly collected his cards to his lap and scrambled to shuffle them well enough that she wouldn’t guess which one was the dead card, his scowl spreading over his face.

“You cheater, you must have seen my cards, there’s no way to count where I put the joker, that is entirely by chance-” Spencer snapped back, flipping them between his long, lithe fingers as Bugsy giggled into her hand. 

“Play nicely, boys and girls,” Rossi chided where he had his nose buried in the newspaper, only glancing up to see Spencer glaring at the girl who sat opposite him with a victorious smirk. 

“Face it, Spencer Reid. You might be good, but I’m better.” Derek bit his lip to stop himself from laughing where he was eavesdropping on their game on the seats behind them, and he thought he might have to take it to his deathbed that he and the younger girl had swapped Spencer's cards out the second he went to the bathroom. Or maybe save it for a rainy day, when he really needed leverage against the stubborn girl and let them squabble in peace. 

Bugsy didn't tell him until a year later, the week before she left for London.

[chosenimagines]

Stuck (Daiki Aomine)

Fandom: (L) Kuroko's Basketball

Summary: After a long school day Akari has to take the elevator -which she is scared off. To make things worse she gets stuck and not alone.

Prompts: -

AU: Satsuki having an adopted sister the same age as her

Tropes: -

OC: Reader named Akari Momoi

Warning: Passion & Making out (I guess?) and Panic Attack !!!

Language: English

Request: -

Word count: ~2.6k

A/N: This is my first one shot for KnB and my first one shot for a character like Daiki so please be nice to me

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Home. The only clear thought I could still form after this long, grueling day. However, I didn't need any other thought.

Today had been one of the worst days I've had in a long time. Probably the worst.

But luckily for me, I was finally able to draw a line under today. I just had to get out of this building. But I couldn't escape as quickly as I had hoped during my lunch break. To make matters worse, I had twisted my ankle due to an unfortunate encounter and could not take the stairs as usual. Instead, I was forced to ride the damn elevator...

The thing about me and elevators was that I was terrified if I even walked past one. But I had no memory of why I was afraid. It had always been that way and had never really bothered me. My fear hadn't affected me once in my entire life. There was always the possibility for me to move through the stairwell in every building. Only today I was forced to get into an elevator.

With shaky fingers, I pressed the button and crossed my arms in front of my chest as soon as it lit up. My heartbeat sped up with every passing second. Each breath was shorter than the previous one. I began to bob up and down. From my toes over the balls of my feet to my heels and back to my toes.

I had a new thought that filled my brain in a continuous loop. Why, why, why, why, why...

A moment that felt like a small eternity passed until the metal doors opened. Although my legs wanted to fail me and my muscles became more and more tense, I managed to enter this machine straight out of hell.

I kept my eyes down, clinging to the thought of home. I had longed for this all day. I wasn't far from it so I need to keep my compsure!

Nevertheless, my heart, my head and my body were flooded with panic. I only had to get through one minute in here and then I made it. Only sixty seconds and I was liberated from this day. But only if I didn't die the next minute because of heart failure or lack of oxygen!

Just before the doors closed, a hand slid into the gap and the doors pushed apart again. As soon as the elevator doors had fully reopened, a tall, muscular figure filled the metal frame. I didn't have to look up to know who I had in front of me. For a moment I pressed my lips together.

I could still see the school corridor by a five centimetre wide gap. In a second, this construction would start moving and I was never more scared.

But there was nothing to worry about, because thousands of people rode elevators every day. Nothing happened to them. Therefore, the probability was high that nothing would happen to me either. But my thoughts circled around all kinds of scenarios! One worse than the other.

Only the appearance and the aura that surrounded him revealed his identity. Daiki Aomine. The person who had broken my sister's heart. The person who gave Satsuki the feeling that he didn't care about their friendship. The person who had left me with the shards and tears. The man who had broken my heart without even suspecting anything about it.

The day Daiki had changed and no longer showed up for practice was the day everything had changed.

Just the memory, of the look in Satsuki's eyes, made my heart contract every single time. That's why I sat in the stands at every practice and studied, because on that gray day, Satsuki had asked for it while we stood in front of the Teiko school. I probably served as a distraction. My presence against Daiki's absence. It didn't bother me if I could ease her pain over her best friend's change, I would always do it for my sister.

For a second, I let my gaze slide to his face. It was just as always. This expression had become a habit in the last two years. Cold, arrogant and remarkably bored. A shame for such an attractive face and a formerly sunny souled person...

My panic caught up with me and suddenly Daiki was completely forgotten. I lowered my eyes and began to stare at the velvety floor again.

Why did the doors close so slowly?

Did it take just as long before?

Was this a sign that something was wrong with this elevator?

Shouldn't I rather get out and try to walk through the stairwell ignoring the pain?

Why on earth hadn't I walked down the stairs anyway?!

My right leg suddenly bounced up and down. With every panicking thought, the wobble became stronger. It became more and more violent until you could see the trembling in every part of my body.

My white hair slipped forward, covering my face. A few strands stuck to my sweaty cheeks.

I lost all control over my body and was willing to give it up voluntarily. I had difficulty suppressing my reaction to my major fear. So what was the smartest thing to do? Regain control and suppress my emotions or let my panic run wild?

Why didn't it move anymore?

I didn't come to a conclusion, because my streak of bad luck continued. With a violent jerk, the elevator stopped. I lost my balance and fell onto the ground. The pain in my ankle intensified and tears filled my eyes.

But the pain quickly faded into the background when the elevator didn't start moving again. The light bulb lost its luminosity and bathed the elevator in dim light. With that, my self-control threatened to disappear into thin air.

What had happened to the light?

Will we crash?

Was the elevator really defective?

How could I get out of here?

Why did I step foot into this stupid elevator?

"Are you okay?" Daiki's deep, bored voice penetrated through my constantly moving thoughts. I jerked my head back. His navy blue eyes were directed at me. They didn't let me out of their sight, not even for a second. My jaw muscles loosened for the blink of an eye. But unfortunately that was all.

My panic grew as I couldn't find a solution. Of course not, because there could be no solution if you didn't know or understand the problem. Still, my eyes moved incessantly, looking for what wasn't there.

After a heavy swallow, I nodded. "Everything is fine," I muttered to myself as I lowered my head again. I couldn't maintain the eye contact. It was too intense for me and in panic mode I hated keeping eye contact.

In addition, my pupils were looking for a solution to this problem in an uncoordinated way, with me reaching for the metal bar above me and pulling myself onto my healthy foot.

Suddenly, Daiki's fingers slid under my chin and gripped it gently. He then pushed it up and moved closer to me. I felt the heat of his body. He was standing close in front of me, that his rather athletic physique prevented me from continuing to look around. Now I was forced to look into Daiki's eyes, in which something had changed.

"You're not okay," he contradicted me. His thumb stroked my chin. "You're shaking."

"This might be a bad time to tell you that I am scared of elevators," I mumbled. Meanwhile, I put my still trembling hands on his chest and firmly pushed him away from me to free myself from him. As soon as I had distance from him, I began to walk up and down in the cramped space.

Pain shot from my ankle to my knee. It intensified my limp and made it visible. But that didn't stop me! I had to move in order to be able to control my panic attack somehow. So I limped from wall to wall. Nevertheless, it didn't do me any good. My heart was racing and I was still short of breath, which was worsened by my sprained ankle.

I couldn't believe that I had took an elevator despite my fear. Something I had avoided all my life! Then I got stuck in the elevator in which, to make matters worse, the light didn't work properly. To top it all off, Daiki Aomine was here with me - of all the people at To oh High School.

I had to get out of here! Right. Now.

I didn't know how to survive this situation. A persistent panic attack combined with shooting pain in my foot and there was no light at the end of the tunnel.

I kept my statement. Today was one of the worst days ever!

"God, here!" Daiki grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to his side. I stumbled over to him, flinching. My foot hurt so badly.

"Just hold my hand. We are going to be fine," he sighed.

Without saying another word, Daiki slid his fingers between mine and interlaced them. It distracted me. But only for the fraction of a second...

"You don't know!" I snapped at the blue-haired man. Involuntarily, my free hand ran through my hair and the strands that had stuck to my face lined up again in place.

"This devilish machine doesn't move anymore and if there's another jolt now, then the probability of us dying is damn high. The school is fucking empty and no one knows that we are here. So how are we supposed to get out of here, Daiki? The elevator could crash at any moment! Or we could run out of air if we have to wait here for too long-"

All my worries fell silent. But that's not all! All thoughts fell silent. Everything fell silent. Every cell of my body had found a new focus and they too fell silent in order to be able to concentrate. To be able to concentrate on Daiki. He took my breath away as he mixed the air he breathed with mine.

How did I got here you asked? Out of the sudden, Daiki had let go of my hand, stood up in front of me and placed both hands on my waist. After a second, filled with an intensely blazing gaze by these navy blue eyes, he pulled me close to him and put his lips on mine.

But it was not a soft or gentle kiss. This kiss was like Daiki Aomine, the ace of the court. Passionate, intense, strong and above all mesmerizing...

There was only one small detail that didn't suit Daiki. The desperation he put into that kiss.

Without letting our lips part for even a second, Daiki pushed me further and further back. As soon as my back brushed against the side wall of the elevator, he broke away from me. I moved my face after his, hoping to feel him on my lips again, but his lips were no longer on mine.

Nevertheless, I could feel his longing, his hunger. This wasn't enough for him! And it wasn't for me either. He had awaken something in me that I saw burning in his eyes.

His lips were so close in front of mine. Close enough to seduce me and far enough away that I couldn't reach them. Suddenly he came closer and brushed my lips.

"Jump," Daiki murmured against my mouth. Being drunk on him, I followed the instruction and jumped, launching off one foot.

It took Daiki no effort to catch me. He put my legs around his waist and he again pressed himself against my lips and body.

My fingers had a minf of on their own, ruffled his hair and pulled it gently.

Daiki kissed me dizzy while he let out a soft moan. Despite the dizziness and the unfamiliar tingling on my skin, I didn't want Daiki to ever stop. That was my only wish. Especially when he kissed me just like this...

But today I really was out of luck and didn't get anything I asked for. Again Daiki broke away from me. Immediately I longed for him. Panting, he looked into my eyes. I returned his gaze, breathing just as heavily.

His eyes captivated me. There was something in them that I hadn't been allowed to see for the last two years. Love and his gaze was soft. The shadow of the Daiki I had loved. The Daiki I used to admire.

"I won't let anything happen to you, Akari. Not in this fucking elevator. Not anywhere. I swear," he murmured.

My hands slowly slid from the back of his head down to the back of his neck, where I interlaced my fingers.

"Why?" I wanted to know.

For years, he had hardly paid any attention to me. For him, basketball, his friends from the Generation of Miracles and Satsuki were the only important thing in his life. He had never seen me. Really seen me. Our last real conversation was an eternity ago and the reason for it was a school project. We didn't have a close relationship back then and we certainly didn't have one now.

I fell in love from afar and stayed there. Far away from him. For Satsuki and for myself.

"Because I have loved you since the moment you stumbled into my arms. The first time you entered that stupid gym at Teiko with Momoi. You were laughing so loud that every boy looked at you. But you didn't even notice it and your foot hit one of the boys' bags. You fell right into my arms and that's the moment you never left my head. Funny, enough, you filled just as a large space as basketball, which I never wanted to admit. I never wanted it to be true, so I ignored it until I just saw your panic-filled eyes and the only thing I wanted is to hold you in my arms. To keep you there so nobody could hurt you or take you away from me," Daiki gushed out.

At the same time, our eyes widened in disbelief. It was obvious by the look on his face that he hadn't intended to say anything about this. I on the other hand couldn't believe what he was saying.

"You hurt Satsuki...", it blurted out of me. "I can't love you. Not like this."

"You love me?", I echoed. Still stunned.

But I knew that Daiki wasn't lying or retracting words. He stood by every word that left his lips and always did.

"I do," he replied. He was so serious and I recognized today's Daiki again.

"I hurt Satsuki? You love me?" Daiki frowned. With a puzzled look on his face, his index finger ran along the contours of my face.

I lowered my gaze. I couldn't bear to look him in the eye. I missed the memory of him, before the Generation of Miracles were ruined by the coach at Teiko, and I missed the moment just a seconde ago far too much for that.

"Does it bother her so much that I don't come to practice?" he wanted to know. His thumb stroked my chin. I was tempted to melt away, but that wasn't the right moment.

"Yes. You hurt Satsuki. Deeply," I murmured.

Again, Daiki's fingers slid under my chin and pushed it up. Now I had to look into those endless dark blue eyes.

Those beautiful, stubborn, dark blue eyes...

"If you really believe that, then I can't help you," I scoffed.

"It's what came along with me missing practice, isn't it?", Daiki concluded. I nodded.

"You should talk to her, Daiki," I said.

"I will."

The tips of our noses brushed against each other for a split second. I hitched my breath.

"Could you do me a favour?" he asked and I was completely taken in by him again. It was like a curse...

"Sure," I assured him, but I wasn't really focused on his words. His proximity completely threw me off my game.

"Say my name again," Daiki whispered. His breath hit my lips and sent a shiver down my face directly to my spine. "It sounds so pretty coming from your beautiful lips."

As if to underline his words, he gently ran his thumb over my lower lip and pulled it down slightly.

A soft sigh escaped me. "Daiki..."

"That's all I wanted it to hear, baby."

Suddenly the elevator started moving again. In a panic, I pressed myself even closer to Daiki and hid my face in the crook of his neck. I had expected everything but that.

But Daiki didn't let himself be disturbed. "Everything is okay, baby. Nothing bad is going to happen. We are almost out of here. I'll protect you. And I promise you to fix everything. I want you to be mine..."

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[mr-archaeoptryx]

I finished their designs :3

Anyways not too sure what I want to call this AU but I've kinda settled on "The Blocks".

More about it undercut if you care idk:

I don’t want to say much about them because I want to write fanfic about this and I don’t want to spoil it so sorry if this sounds barebones or is confusing :(

Some quick before things: This AU is in a world where all of humanity has been forced into a highly structured society. Basically everyone was kidnapped and forced into cryosleep except for people part of this secret organization who’ve begun to create this super structured world

Cities are just numbered and under each city are the “Blocks”, 4 per city, 1 a daycare, the other three for people 18+. Blocks all have 100 members (people who have been awoken from cryosleep) and have a strict ruleset, if a member breaks a rule, they’re killed. The last remaining member is allowed to leave and live in the “new world”. Daycares don’t do that (kill members (kids)) they just teach them to follow the new rules. They also get their education there so once they’ve graduated they’re allowed to leave.

(⚾Scout) Jeremy, Block Master Assistant (Block 3)

He’s the main character or something. His one goal is to be a Block Master because his dad works as the admin for the blocks and would always come home talking about it and he just thought it was the coolest thing.

(🇺🇸Soldier) Block Master Doe (Block 2)

Think the most like patriotic, pro-american (but not for america), drill sergeant- so he’s basically the same person. For every AU I make where Soldier is included he’s always the same person because I just love him so much.

(🔥Pyro) Moe/Puff, Block Daycare Attendant (Block 1)

They’re mute :3 They help Heavy in the daycare and their pyromaniac thing isn’t there, they’re just insane. They see the whole world as Pyroland but not everything has to be on fire for it, they’re just like that. Also Moe is their name but Puff is what they let all the kids call them because they're always wearing a puffy jacket

(💣Demo) Tavish, Block Master Assistant (Block 2)

He’s very laid back, he might genuinely let people get away with offenses as long as Doe didn’t see it, he’s mostly there to keep Doe in check and also because I’m a boots and bombs shipper and they’re gay :3

(🧸Heavy) Mikhail, Block Daycare Teacher (Block 1)

Leader of Block 1/the daycare. Block 1 leaders are really nice because they’re whole job is to just teach/watch over kids so he’s just genuinely wholesome :) He tries to get the other Block Masters (Ludwig & Doe) to be better but he’s given up on Doe and Ludwig might be too far gone

(🔧Engie) Dell, Block Maintenance Overseer

There are teams of people who maintain the blocks (he’s one of them), He works with the Admin and Block Masters to keep Blocks up to date. Currently he’s a bit busy because Block 4 had some accident that no one is allowed to know about and it’s not working but everything is totally fine guys 👍

(🫀Medic) Block Master Ludwig (Block 3)

The Knife from Camp Belica in Wolfenstein: The New Order, him fr fr.

(🐊Sniper) Mundy, City 16 - Block 3 Member (32)

Member of Block 3, member number 32. He really couldn’t care less.

(🚬Spy) Jacques, City 16 Blocks Admin

I could’ve just used TF2’s administrator but I have another idea for her and then I also wouldn’t’ve known what to do with Mr. Spy. He’s like the mayor of City 16 but he mostly looks over the Blocks, not the whole thing.

If anyone wants to send asks about this I'd be happy to answer. Also I guess asks for characters are fine, I think if I get any for those I might draw the character to go with it to kinda show their designs a little more. Idk I am just really excited about this AU and want to share it <3

[zer0brainc3lls]

maze runner characters in an aussie highschool!! in class addition

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honestly if he's by himself he 100% keeps to himself, not because he's shy but simply because he cant be bothered. but if he's with his friends... its a whole different story 😭 he would be the type to throw footballs to his friends but he's not a dickhead and if it did break something or hit someone he would apologies ofc, also falls off his chair at least once a month from leaning back on it. 💀

hes sorta similar to thomas, hes by no means shy like AT ALL. if kids were to pick on him he would say something back without hesitation. he chooses to keep to himself because he doesnt like most of the kids in his classes, he mainly only talks his friends. he wouldnt chuck footballs though because 1. he thinks it dumb and 2. could break something or hurt someone but if his friends are he will laugh along. also always telling off thomas for leaning back on his chair and have witnessed him fall back and even the desk going with him SO MANY TIMES.

this man? absolute MENANCE. he's quite popular and in class doesn't keep to himself since he knows everyone, he very liked by his peers and 100% is on some kind of sports program and wants to pursue it. in class he writes on white boards, going on his phone, drawing dicks on his friends workbooks, chucking pens/rubbers at his friends or just across the room and constantly gets told off for shouting but despite being an absolute menace he's very nice and wouldn't dream of picking on someone and always sticks up for loner kids and he also leans back on his chair.. and when thomas and minho share a desk they have fallen back at the same time WHILE HOLDING ONTO THE DESK at least two times

gally is popular but not as much as minho, he mainly sticks with the boys he knows from whatever sports program hes in (cmon hes a sport kinda guy) he 100% does wood technology and its the only class besides pe he takes seriously. but even in classes he doesnt care about he still makes an effort to follow the rules unlike his friends, but one rule he doesnt follow is starting fights. like this man is starting at least 2 fights a term and is always on a red card/suspension warning because of it.

she is not popular by any means, kids DONT fuck with her though. she's respected because the kids in her class know she will throw hands if people are rude to her and she's overall respectful when she speaks to others. she doesn't try super hard in class but she doesn't slack off either. her assignments and homework are always turns in on time despite if the quality is very good. when shes with her friends shes a little more lively and social but still gets her work done she never fails classes.

this girl? straight As. she craves academic validation from all her teachers and she is very upset if she gets anything below a 90% never speaks in class even if her friends are there, maybe a sentence or two while doing work but she wont do anything till her work is done. she stays after class and asks questions, is never late you get the deal. she's always telling off Minho and Thomas for messing around in class and distracting her but shes by no means a snitch.

his bag is fulllll of food/lollys, every class to this man is a business opportunity. he'll be sliding kids food across tables or under tables and hes making BANK. everyone in the school loves him for it cause he charges cheaper then the canteen. he still passes his classes and he is NEVER. EVER rude to his teachers or peers. hes the king of politeness and manners. the teachers know about his business but they dont snitch cause he doesnt disrupt class and they like him

[wanderfan2000]

My obsession with The Lonely Planet The TRUE Story.

A story that I wanted to tell my friend, @theallseeingspacegoods and maybe all of you guys out there will find this entertaining too.  It all started back in the summer of 2014. 

I remembered being so hyped for the new Wander Over Yonder episodes premiering in June. Plus, I even remember the adorable artwork that fellow WOY blogger, @wanderin-over-yonder made for the new episodes that were going to air that summer. I fell in love with the amazing drawings she created for them: The Nice Guy\The Time Bomb, The Tourist, The Day\The Night. But there was one picture I couldn’t get enough of. Surely enough, this drawing would lead to me becoming obsessed with the newest episode of Wander, scheduled to release on June 17th, 2014 and that was…

The Lonely Planet.

Seriously, the second this picture showed up onto the social media page, I instantly became excited to watch this particular episode. In fact, the official synopsis of it got me more excited: “A lonely, sentient planet named Janet becomes obsessed with Wander and wants to keep him all to herself.” 

Not to mention, during the end credits of The Night, we got our first look at Janet, thanks to a little WOY Disney XD promo song, singing about all the places Wander has traveled and Janet was one of them. Needless to say, I couldn’t wait to watch this episode when it aired. When the day finally arrived, I never been so pumped in my entire life. 

The Lonely Planet\The Brainstorm aired on June 17th, 2014. (A date that would remain with me forever.), I watched both of them and I loved them. After they were over, I remember drawing a picture of Wander captured by Janet for the first time in Autodesk Sketchbook Pro: 

(My first digital drawing of The Lonely Planet.) 

Little did I know that this obsession I was having with this episode was about to become a whole lot bigger…

Flash forward to June 18th, 2014, I was looking on Google, trying to find screenshots of The Lonely Planet, then I discovered this screenshot of Wander all frightened when Janet’s plant vines were reaching towards him. It suddenly lead me to this RP blog called janet the planet. The moment I encountered it, there was NO going back! I became obsessed with the old RP blog and went on it every chance I got. In fact, if it wasn’t for this RP blog, I never would have had discovered the new world of Tumblr and encountered the amazing people in the WOY community. But other then discovering a new website, I was completely obsessed with The Lonely Planet, Janet herself, her obsession with Wander and I was ready to draw just about ALL the fan art I could have of them! 

As my final years in middle school began back in August, there was no doubt my obsession with Janet and Wander was in full swing, so much so, that I drew my first drawings with the characters, (in the form of 2D redraws):

(My various redraws of The Lonely Planet P1.) 

(My various redraws of The Lonely Planet P2.) 

Middle school also lead to me drawing conversations of Wander and Janet. I’ll tell you guys, I drew a LOT of conversations between the characters, and I literally mean A LOT!! Basically, I drew and drew tons and tons of fan art of Wander and Janet together. I didn’t quite know that I was making them a couple…. 

But aside from middle school, high school was where my Lonely Planet drawing skyrocketed as I drew Wander visiting Janet and the planet literally keeps Wander trapped forever on her planet, she keeps him trapped throughout Monday and Thursday, but on Friday’s she would let him go and enjoy his weekend, only to get trapped once again the next week and the cycle starts all over again. 

In fact, during the breaks and holidays, Janet tries her extra hardest to keep Wander with her at ALL times by any means necessary. Because during this time, I kinda made Maurice explore the galaxy on his own but he always return to Janet to tell her about the amazing sights he saw. I dunno, I guess I was just so obsessed with Janet and Wander, I kinda forgot about Maurice. But I draw him with Janet a bunch nowadays. 

As for my digital art of the characters, I drew them NON-STOP! One of my favorite drawings to draw was the screenshot of Janet vowing that she and Wander are together forever until the end of time:

(My first MS Paint drawing of Wander and Janet.) 

Plus, I been drawing this redraw for a long time now.

Another thing about my obsession with this episode is that it introduced me to the “obsessed fangirl” and “Yanderes” topics. (Yes I know, no shocker there.) I found myself becoming obsessed with different obsessive characters from various movies and TV shows, pretty much everything I knew about these characters, I became obsessed. NTM, I can literally recite The Lonely Planet, the ENTIRE EPISODE by heart! Plus, I can do a spot-on Janet impression as well. 

I dunno what was it about this episode I became absolutely obsessed with and the obsession still continues to this very day, minus the fact, I’ve been trying to post about it less now because when I joined Tumblr in 2019, I talked about The Lonely Planet LITERALLY 24.7. I told other Wander fans about my obsession with it too, even to the point I asked them to draw fanart for me of it…it lead to something shocking during March of this year, but I won’t get into any details about it. (Besides, I can’t stand to lose any more friendships like I’ve already had.) 

To make a long story short, The Lonely Planet is my favorite episode of Wander Over Yonder. Don’t get me wrong, there’s a lot of other episodes out there that are amazing and I love them too. But this one will always have a special place in my heart! 

Thanks for reading! Keep clam and Wander on! 

[heartfullofleeches]

I'm fixating over a character I haven't properly introduced so - Marshmallow Milk Hcs

🌌 The youngest of the hybrids and the owner of the only candy store in town, Marlow is a gentle cow with their head in the clouds and sight set on the stars, speaking of dreams of course. Marlow sleeps the day and night away, relying on the trust of strangers to run their shop. They'll come back every now and to check up on friends and spend time with their dear Coco. While they do love the drink, you're what completes them. They wouldn't give up a moment with you for anything in the world. Not even the perfect dream where the two of you are happily married and ruining the shop together. They hope one day that dream can become a reality.

🌌 Marlow is a different breed to their fellow hybrids. Rather than being made of flesh and blood, their body is almost entirely made of marshmallow fluff. It's the perfect topping for a nice cup of hot chocolate or a fresh cake. There was a slight mix up in production as they're missing their right leg, but they had a prosthetic made for them by that nice cow who runs the junk yard. Marshmallow tends to misplace it as odd as that may seem. They get so absent-minded they'd have trouble keeping track of their things even if they were glued to their own two hands. Once, their leg ended up on at your front door without them. How strange is that? Oh wait - they fell asleep in the brush. Since you're waking them, maybe you can help them find other things they lost. They'd ask you to find their heart but that's already in your hands.

🌌 Coco is their go to nickname, but they also call you squish/squishy. It's fun to poke your cheeks and sizes. So soft and squishy just like a marshmallow

🌌 Marlow has a vocal habit of drawing out their words and has a lisps after drinking warm beverages due to the state of their body. "Gooood Morning, Coco~" "Did you have a good night's sweep?" "I wuuuuv you." "Don't go."

🌌They have difficulty telling dreams from reality. It's hard not to with how often they doze off and how vivid their dreams feel. Just like week they had a dream about that tourist visiting town asking you out on a date. The knife in their heart when you said yes felt so real they woke right up and ran over to your house. You informed them that tourist apparently left that afternoon and had done no such thing. Silly Marlow. They wished you a good night and went back home to fall asleep after a nice bath. Their hands were so sticky for some reason

🌌To call Marlow a sleepwalker is an understatement. They can whip up an entire bath or fudge squares and hold an hour long conversation before anyone realizes they're snoring between each word. It's even harder to tell when they're awake or not as they never open their eyes. Their sleep walking has resulted in some odd behaviors such as breaking into your home to leave the treats they sleep bake for on your pillows, following you around stopping only once they're in your bed, and accident confessions. Good thing they're just sleeping though. Marlow doesn't remember a single thing they've done while sleep walking, but sometimes they'll mention still being tired afterwards.

🌌Overall, if you're looking for a low maintenance partner who loves naps and baking Marlow is your best choice. Take a break from the troubles of life and lay on the floor with them, watching the ceiling of glow in the dark stares at you waste the day away in each other's arms. If you have trouble sleeping just take a bite of the sweets they make for that very reason. Marlow's dream pops sell out quick, but they keep one in their pocket for you whenever you're feeling down or have too much energy for your own good. This way, you might even see each other while you're sleeping. They're always watching - one way or another.

[fetishfairytales2]

Mall Madness, Pt. 2 (Story)

Mall Madness, Pt. 2: Fun in the Food Court

(Princess Heather: I’ll be telling the rest of this story. Connor is over tonight and Brandi’s hands…and mouth, are full with “Daddy Time.” 😈)

Ashleigh and I had a blast playing dress-up for Brandi, trying on outfit after outfit and teasing her relentlessly. We even made out a few times just to spice things up! The poor little sissy just couldn't handle it. I rolled my eyes dramatically, ignoring his suffering. "Ugh sissy, you're just not making this fun for us. None of these outfits are cute enough, clearly!" And seriously, by this point, he was a total mess, begging for mercy and leaking precum everywhere. Ashleigh and I just laughed. “I guess we’ll just have to try again at Adult World tomorrow. I know how much you love all their sexy leather outfits Brandi,” I winked.

Ashleigh laughed; “aww, it looks like Brandi is a little fussy. Do you think he needs a diapee change?” I looked down at my watch as we walked out of the fitting room; “Let's see, what time is it?” Before I could let Ashleigh in on the next part of our day, I realized we were being watched again by our new friend. “Oh, hi Kylie!” I waved, it was cute how almost nervous she looked. “Oh, were you waiting for us?” She kind of stared at her feet; “I was about to take my lunch break and…” I smiled at Ashleigh, I knew this girl would be fun! “Perfect timing, we were just about to go feed Brandi in the food court. You should totally join us!”

“Does he like, enjoy this?” Kylie finally, walking all the way to the food court with us totally silent. “Oh girl,” I laughed as I reached into the diaper bag; “you have so much to learn!” I pulled out the cute pink baby bowl and spoon I brought for Brandi. It had little cartoon characters on it too! “Who cares what this sissy wants? She's constantly gagged, she can't even speak up for herself.” I held up the bowl; “I mean look at this; she probably hates every minute of being fed in public, but it won’t stop me from doing it! When she's not gagged, she's begging for mercy or for me to let her cum. But I don't care, I own her and she's going to act like she loves it. 

"Come on, Brandi," I said with a smug grin as I snatched the pacifier out of her mouth. "Don't be afraid to tell Ms. Kylie how much you enjoy being a sissy. We all know it's true." It was always the highlight of my day, seeing Brandi's resistance crushed. "I wuv being a sissy baby for Mommy," she tried to say with the lisp she's required to speak with. 

"Such a good little girl," I praised, rummaging through the diaper bag again. "Looks like it's time for some num-nums for our sissy. Is her tummy grumbling?" Brandi’s eyes got so wide when she realized what was happening. “No! Please no!” She shrieked, drawing almost the whole room’s attention. “Not here! Please Heather!” 

I hit Brandi so hard that she started crying and made even more of a scene. "Please!" She begged, trying to escape from our scheduled "lunch." This was shaping up to be even more fun than I anticipated. "Brandi, you know the rules. You only refer to me as Mommy," I reminded her, slapping her once more. "And how dare you embarrass me in public like this? Now all these nice people are staring at us. Do you know how embarrassed I am to have a disobedient sissy like you?" I scolded. "Well, you know what they say, sissy. If you humiliate me, I'll humiliate you even worse..."

I huffed, in mock anger; "alright, sissy-kins, listen up. You're already stuck in your stroller," I seethed sitting back down, "so you better start eating your lunch like a good little girl. And I already have a punishment in mind for your little temper tantrum, so don't even think about making it worse." Kylie, bless her heart, was nervous again. She asked what he was having for lunch, and Ashleigh and I just laughed. "You'll see," Ash said gently, "don't worry, it's lots of fun for Brandi,” I laughed as I finally reveal three used condoms.

Kylie erupted in laughter as she finally caught on. "There's no way!" She cackled, her eyes glued to the sight of me squeezing the first condom into the bowl. "Just you wait..." Ashleigh chimed in, joining in on the laughter. "He's not going to..." I nodded, completing the task of emptying the condom's contents. "Yep, all of it. These are my boyfriend's condoms!" Kylie could not contain herself, continuing to laugh as she watched me scoop up the cum with a spoon.

"What a pathetic loser!" She squealed, completely entertained by the humiliating act. "Open up, sissy.” I cooed, “here comes the airplane!"

"He really lets you do this?!” Kylie asked in amazement and disgust. “I keep telling you girl, I do whatever I want!” I said with a sly smile as I watched Brandi reluctantly swallow the spoonful of cum. "I don't care how Brandi feels about anything." I grabbed another spoonful and held it up to her lips. "Open up, princess." Brandi pouted and shook her head, but I pinched her nose shut until she had no choice but to open her mouth.

"There we go, good girl," I cooed as she finally swallowed. "Isn’t that yummy?" I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Looks like we'll just have to take it slow and make sure her tummy doesn't get upset."

Just to torment Brandi more, I made sure to give her smaller spoonfuls, just to prolong the humiliation. "Do you want to feed her?" I asked Kylie with a cheeky grin, offering her the bowl and spoon. "Oh, um..." she stammered, clearly unsure. "Just be your badass self, babe. Boys respect girls who know how to ruin their lives," I said with a wink as I slid the bowl towards her. "Yeah," Ashleigh chimed in. "Just tell her 'open wide! Here comes Daddy!'" 

“Eww!” Kylie giggled as she watched Brandi eat more cum. “She probably swallows more than I do!” We were all having a good time, laughing and taunting the sissy as we watched her obediently eat all three condoms worth of cum like a good little slut. “Too bad sissy,” I winked; “I’m sure you’re still hungry! Maybe after we clean you up and punish you, we’ll find someone who can refill your bowl!” Kylie was excited now; “how are you going to punish him?”

I stood up and dragged Brandi and his stroller to the men's bathroom with a wicked giggle. "She’ll have to wait and see," I taunted as we entered. Quickly locking the door behind us, I freed Brandi from his restraints and dumped him unceremoniously on the floor in front of the urinal. "Stay right there, loser!" I shouted, pressing my shoe down on his head. "How dare you embarrass me in public like that!" I demanded, shoving his face towards the grimy tile. "Stick your tongue out and clean up this piss, now!"

“Worthless sissy slut!” I screamed, making her cry when I pushed her face down onto that gross, dirty floor. "Ugh, seriously? You can't even lick up piss properly, you pathetic sissy!" I yelled and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over to the urinal. "Since you can't clean the floor, maybe you can clean this..." I forced her face into the urinal and flushed. "Suck it up, sissy!"

Ashleigh and I exchanged worried glances as there was a loud knock at the door. “I got it…” Kylie smiled. She marched over to the door and let in a cute college jock. She introduced him as her boyfriend, Brad, and explained that he was here to help us. And then, to my surprise, she revealed that she had promised him a blowjob if he followed our instructions without asking any questions. God I was so proud!

"Brad, can you get the little sissy something to drink? She looks so thirsty." I couldn't help but laugh as Brad unzipped his pants and approached the trembling sissy. "Right next to his tongue," Ashleigh added, not even trying to hide how excited she was to watch this. "Don't miss a single drop, slut," I hissed in Brandi's ear. It was hilarious to see the sissy having to lap up the stranger's piss from the urinal walls.

"Make sure you get it all," I scoffed, forcibly pushing Brandi's head into the urinal. "Don't waste good piss." I looked over to see Kylie, who was watching her boyfriend's cock grow stuff while she was stroking it. "Great news, sissy!" she squealed in an exaggerated baby voice. "Brad said he'll fill your baba with his man milk so you can have a nice treat on the way home. A whole bottle, can you believe it?!"

Kylie was totally getting in on it. "We just have to work together to make sure he cums sissy”, she winked. I mean, who knew she had it in her! She lowered her head onto Brad's cock, but made sure to keep eye contact with Brandi the whole time. Meanwhile, I was holding onto Brandi’s hair and shoulders, forcing him to watch as Kylie worked her magic and made Brad moan.

"I'm going to give my real man boyfriend a proper blowjob as a thank you for pissing in your mouth!" Kylie said with a seductive voice while she worked over her boyfriend’s dick. She looked like an absolute pornstar. That girl knew how to suck a dick! "Afterwards, you can very nicely ask Mr. Brad if you may worship his cock."

Kylie was going to town on that cock like a champ, really getting Brad all worked up. Ashleigh and I just shared a look as we saw Brad's whole body shaking. Wow, she went from shy to blowing her boyfriend in front of us! "Uh oh," Kylie teased, wiping her mouth and smirking at poor Brandi. "Looks like I made him cum already. Guess it's up to you to get him hard again, sweetie. And trust me, you'll have to work extra hard after that! But don't worry, I have a trick up my sleeve... a little rough deep throat session always does the trick after about ten minutes."

“Better get to work, sissy,” I laughed, dragging him into the center of the room. “I think Ms. Kylie and I are going to become close friends. I don’t want you to disappoint her!!”

The end.

[brotrustmeicanwrite]

How do you balance maintaining a consistent writing routine?

Oh boi if only I could actually do that. Ok here we go~

Writing Creating Consistently

Creating consistently is one of the biggest challenges for any creative out there, not just writers. But despite so many people experiencing the same exact problem there is no universal solution. And the reason for that is simple: every person is different and the reason behind their struggles are just as diverse as humanity itself. For some it’s just difficulty keeping a habit alive, for others it’s circumstances of life and for people like me it can even just be their neuro-type.

But it’s not like there’s nothing you can do. So, here are two ideas to try to write more consistently, for both the organised and the chaotic:

Journaling +

This idea works best for those who don’t struggle too much to keep a habit alive or those who already journal or do something similar regularly anyway. Basically all you do is add a daily writing task to your routine. It can be anything like writing a short paragraph, working on character details or even just researching something. What exactly you do doesn’t matter as long as you’re doing something. But the most important thing to keep in mind is to keep the task tiny.

Once we start doing something, more often than not, much more will follow naturally. But if we make the task too big, we risk ending up dreading it. For that reason, your daily task should be something easy that can be done in no more than 5 minutes. That way you’ll get the satisfaction of doing something almost every day and don’t disappoint and demotivate yourself with piled up days of being unable to fullfill your goals.

Tiny Book

This technique works best for the more chaotic (and/or audhd) type and is the one I personally use for both writing and art. The basic idea of this technique is to simply always have something on you to catch your random bursts of inspiration throughout the day. For most people this will probably be their smartphone and maybe one of those cheap mini pens with the rubber stylus at the end. If you don’t like the notes app or just writing stuff down in a text document (or a hundred separate ones) here’s some apps that I use(d in the past):

Obsidian - very similar to a notes app, except you can link documents and build your own little Wikipedia. Including the clickable links within text and all.

Concepts - gives you an infinite canvas to take notes and draw stuff like mind maps. You’ll need a stylus for this one if you don’t want to write with your fingers. There are in app purchases but you really don’t need them and I’m using the free version with no problems too.

Campfire Blaze - (also as website) is specifically built to plan and share your writing projects. It has a lot of pre built functions to plan characters, maps, lore, magic systems etc.

Story Plotter - very similar to campfire except the focus is on structuring your story. A lot of people swear by it but I personally can’t give much more details because it just isn’t my style of program.

If you’re more of the traditional type though, get yourself a small notebook to always (and I mean always) carry around. Preferably a durable one that fits in your pocket and has a loop for a pencil. Also I recommend using a short technical pencil with an eraser at the end to avoid having to carry that and a sharpener around. Remember, we want the most comfortable quick and easy access so it doesn’t become a hassle to always have access to your materials.

On that note,

Why oh why, IKEA, did you stop making those cute but sturdy notebooks? That’s it, we’re breaking up. Søstrene Grene, you’re my new paper supply girlfriend. You may be more dainty and delicate, less sturdy than Ikea, but at least you’re there for me.

Ok but seriously, tip for the artists: søstrene grene has those teeny tiny blank books with really nice paper (easy 100+ pages) that fit into even a women’s front pocket and are perfect for quick thumbnailing. Just make sure to enforce the binging by putting some washi tape ore sum around the edges and glue it down on the backing bc they fall apart easily.

Anyway

Happy writing creating <3

[kaycode1999]

Hello, if matchups are still open, I'd like to request one for MHA. Pronouns - she/her Sexuality - Heterosexual Gender - Female Personality - I'm reserved, patient, humorous. Also, quiet, sensitive, and a hopeless romantic (basically, I have an idealistic and optimistic view of love). Occasionally, I feel insecure or overthink.

I'm a mix between introvert and extrovert (though, I'm mostly an introvert). To strangers, I seem aloof or shy. My friends describe me as trustworthy and kind. Characters not to match me with - Minors (I'm an adult), girls. MBTI - ISTJ Enneagram - 9w1 Aesthetic - Fairycore, bloomcore Hobbies - writing, reading, drawing, listening to music, playing video games, paper crafts Likes - art, music, books, nature, animals, plushies, stars, ice skating My type - Someone patient and a good listener. Confident, kind-hearted also loyal. Speaks their mind and is protective but not controlling Love languages - acts of service, quality time Random fact about me - I have one dog.

I match you with

Keigo Takami/ Hawks

Your personality works really well with him

The romance thing is new to him, I don't picture he does a lot of dating with how busy the commission keeps him. And lets be honest he didn't exactly have the best model of a loving relationship growing up. He only knew he never wanted to be anything like his father, or his mother for that matter

Because of this he's very unsure at the beginning of your relationship. He worries constantly that he's doing the wrong thing or he will always have to ask before he touches you at all. Give him some time and lots of reassurance and he’ll get the hang of it and become more comfortable

I think through making sure he is nothing like his father he actually ends up kind of on the hopeless romantic side as well, he is always only loving and doting

If you're feeling insecure or having problems with overthinking I don't think you'll even need to tell him, he's already gonna know and he’ll go out of his way to compliment you or at the very least make sure you know how much he loves you and how beautiful he thinks you are

He is a bit of a mix between extrovert and introvert too. He gets along well with people clearly, but he also needs a break from everything sometimes. After all the commission puts him through he just needs a safe quiet place to unwind and be by himself

When he still has his wings he will take you flying around the city *unless you hate it then he won't make you do that*

As I said he needs a place to relax sometimes, so he enjoys going on a walk around the park with you either in a more secluded part of a closed-off part that he got special access to

If you like looking at the stars he will definitely set up a nice picnic under the stars for the two of you

He will also use his fame to get you two special access to the skating rink when its closed so you don't have to worry about other people being around

He will probably beat you at video games, sorry☹️😂😂 but he's very gracious about it. He might even let you beat him every once in a while

He will love your dog and the dog will also love him

Honestly, he just enjoys spending time with you it doesn't really matter what you're doing

[swollenbabyfat]

so maybe this is too out there of a question but you seem to draw a lot so i was wondering.... how? asking from a place where I used to draw a ton but had a burnout from it that i don't think i ever really recovered from, now im barely drawing and i feel like my skills are decaying but i just can't get myself to draw, and when i do i can't make anything i like and i just get frustrated ): i want to draw, i still have that urge in me to draw but i just. can't. do you have any advice? if not you can just ignore this ask.

Hmm....I will try my best to give a few ideas to help! But ultimately, I don't have a lot of interest outside of drawing to be honest (to the point I can argue in the past it's been unhealthy), I think a lot of it has to do with being autistic and it being my special interest, and I've always had a pretty high stamina from it, so I'm kind of bad to be compared to in a way I think ^^;

A few things though

-I have projects I work on, even if loosely, basically at all times. I consider my characters stories projects, and do a lot of work surrounding them outside of art that fuels the art - such as making mood boards, writing and talking about them, making playlist, stuff like that.

-If I feel burnt out in one area of art, i.e. character illustrations, I try to do something different, such as background focused work, or doing something outside of what I would normally do, like collage.

-I'm a really big advocate for studies to get out of burn out, and it's most likely what I will do to get out of one myself. Switching mindsets keeps things from getting monotonous, and can put your brain into a different gear which makes it easier to be creative in what you want it to be. Timed figure drawings can also be fun once you break through the "oh god I'm shit at this" feelings when you first start doing them.

-Drawing for others can be really nice sometimes, whether it be through art trades or drawing shit for your loved ones. I tend to do the latter one the most when I feel burnt out from my own work, and like to talk about their oc's a lot anyways, so it's fun to get to know their characters more through art. I use to also do art parties with my friends and do things like switching canvases every ten minutes, all working on one prompt but doing our own thing, stuff like that. In a similar vein, sometimes asking your friends for prompts can be helpful, think of it as an assignment of sorts if that works for you!

-Figure out WHAT you want to draw before you sit down and draw it. There's a lot of different ways to do this, a lot of time if I feel stuck unable to do work I'll look for visual references and make a mood board, or think about themes I've been wanting to explore and ponder on that for some times, a lot of times pieces will sit in my head for a month or so before I actually tackle them. Sometimes I'll go to my inspiration blog and hit the random button a few times and take the images I get from that and try to build something with it. If you feel stuck on a certain part of a piece, break it down further by doing a study of what's getting you stuck (if it has to do with form, I suggest tracing said thing and then practice drawing it yourself afterwards).

Overall, please don't beat yourself up, artist go through cycles of growth and slumber and sometimes you just have to rest, especially if you have outside factors making it hard for you to focus on drawing. It takes a lot for art skills to degrade and even if it were to be the case there's a lot of beauty in picking back up a skill, and sometimes you can even learn it better the second time.

I hope any of this was helpful, I'm rooting for you!

[st4rstudent]

tips on how to draw cogs?

truth be told, I haven't drawn many cogs (mainly just one or two), but I will try to answer this as generally as I can!

This is a long post so I'll post this under the cut.

my biggest tip, as well as for anything, is to break down the shapes. If you try to look at everything at once it becomes really easy to overwhelm yourself. Examples will be drawn sketchy, but hopefully the point gets across.

Our first test subject is mouthpiece which I've never actually drawn before [marketable plushies post doesnt count]. as you can see, I tried to break down a lot of the shapes into much more simpler ones. A lot of cogs seem to share some very obvious shapes, probably because a lot of them are object-related (normal cogs included- first that comes to mind are pencil pushers).

You can do this with really ANY character. Here's our second test subject DOPA for another example.

now these are mainly references from the pictures themselves, which are great as a starting point. my other big tip is just to practice. you don't have to do big full pieces every day, but even just little doodles will help you. i think its very rare for anyone do to super good their first time and this goes with anything, even if you're a highly skilled artist.

you've probably also noticed but I've left out details in my examples, such as the little dots on mouthpiece's eye borders. If you feel that adding all the small details would overcrowd your drawing or just not help it, then I think it's fine to leave them out (of course there are always exceptions to this but as a general rule, its ok).

along with removing details, i think adding details also cannot hurt [to an extent]. if there's something you think would look nice then add it. who cares its your drawing have fun. As an example I'll use prethinker. I always add the little line in the middle, which his model doesn't have. But this is also based off of the 1.3 promotional art as well. Another example could be that when I draw misty, I add a line that connects their eyebrows to their eye. idk just feels more robotic to me and i like it

and again as you notice, my drawings are not model accurate. your style is most likely not going to be exactly like the game and that's completely fine. adjust to your liking, interpret as you will. enjoy the process of creation.

And finally, I'll add my little tip for metal coloring. One thing about metal is that usually the lightest highlight is next to the darkest shadow

The gif goes as base -> shadow 1 -> shadow 2 -> highlight 1 -> highlight 2 -> cleanup + extra

I like to add a few light marks to indicate scratches. although if you wanted more depth, you'd take the darkest shadow and lightest highlight and put them together like this

often the metallic parts are not the focus of my works so I leave it without. As for the random black marks on the lineart, that just also gives it more depth.

And finally, look at other peoples art. Look at the way they draw and pick out bits and pieces of what you like and try to interpret that in your own style.

ok I think that's all. Hopefully this helped!

[kozachenko]

Artist's Note:

I had an idea for this drawing that I really wanted to draw, so here is a Keiki that is just not having a good time. If I were to work on this piece for any longer period of time I think I would also be frustrated as shit. Boy, do I love overworking myself! :,D

I think I've finally started to kick my old habit of drawing characters with a deadface expression, and thank god for that. I've also decided to take a departure from my usual art style and stuck with a more muted and desaturated colour palette, to fit the mood.

Also, I used a reference picture of myself in this kind of pose so that I could get an idea for the anatomy. Overall there's some stuff I would improve with this piece, but as mentioned before I think I'm just gonna start trying to give myself more breaks with my drawings.

(also, this post in comparison to the previous post about Keiki I made gives me worse tonal whiplash than putting my playlist on shuffle, but it's always nice to try something different every once in a while)

[tujhse-raabta]

ooh!! do elaborate

okay okay okay so. OKAY.

you know tony stark? and you know how howard stark neglected him in favour of looking for a dead man.

you know morgan stark. you know how tony tried so hard to honour Peter's memory with her.

do we ever think? that maybe he wondered whether morgan lives with an eternal sense of being less? do we wonder whether he stares at his crow's feet in the mirror and tries desperately to highlight the differences between him and his dad, assure himself that he isn't neglecting his child in favour of a lost love?

that got me thinking. so many howard stark, tony stark parallels...... my favourite thing in the world is writing abused children grow up and try to not be like their abusers. because it's real. it's a struggle. it's a fear that never leaves, because each time you look in the mirror, you see eyes that looked at you once with disdain, and never stopped looking.

that spiralled into a character study ish thing that spans across Tony's life, probably a oneshot, highlighting all the ways he's 'just like his dad'

also uh. snapshot of it bcs i wanna !

You are four, and the world calls you the next Howard Stark.

The word 'genius' is thrown at you more than your own name is. You know what it means, of course. You are one, and you do it all in hopes that maybe your father would, for once, deign to look at more than pictures of the Arctic.

You've never thought it was a bad thing, to be like the man who runs the world.

Except - today, you go with your mama to meet her friends. The party is nice, you think, abstractly, even if there is nothing you can taste and appreciate. The women coo over you, ruffle your hair and touch you everywhere, as if you are a specimen and not a living breathing child.

It doesn't seem wrong to you. After all, mama doesn't do anything to stop it. They manhandle you as if you're a toy, ordering you to 'show your genius' as if you're a well trained monkey.

You revel in it. It's either that, or break silently every time the world looks at you and holds out its hands, asking for more and more and more while you still walk with hesitant steps.

You make them smile. You make them laugh. You bask in their glee and their pride, and as grating as it is, it soothes you too.

Except maybe you step too far, that day. Maybe you walk the tightrope between Stark and Carbonell and slip, like a toddling child instead of the trained circus ape.

(you are a toddling child)

You don't know what you built in minutes with deft hands. You do know that for the entirety of the day, the women around you say that you are 'all Stark' as if it doesn't break your mama's heart.

She doesn't look at you for the rest of the day. At night, you walk over to her and ask her to sing you to sleep, as she has always done. It is the one moment of the day where Maria Stark is truly your mama, instead of the stunning socialite, and it is when she bids you away from the conscious world.

That night? She grabs you by the chin with fingers too harsh, nails digging like claws, and spits 'entitled' at you as if it's a slur. The stink of wine rests heavy and settles into your lungs.

Angry tears start running down her face, as yours contorts in pain and hurt. "You don't get to be hurt." she insists. "You will always have everything. You will be the next man to run the world. You will be just like him. You don't get to sob when the people you trample over to reach there don't take it quietly, Ho- An-" she hiccups.

You stand still, her red nails painted scarlet with the blood they draw from your chin, till Jarvis enters with a shout and disentangles you from her grip. They scream at each other in front of you. You stand still.

Jarvis leads you to your bed, silent assurances that "She will apologize in the morning, young Sir, don't you worry. Now look up, let me bandage that up, please."

You look up. You don't say a word. Your eyes dry.

Jarvis stays for long, holding onto you and cradling your head. He leaves when you've tricked him into thinking you're asleep.

You are not. You don't sleep that night, the emptiness of the room echoing harshly as the absence of 'mia caras' claw a hole in your little heart.

She doesn't apologize, the next morning. She doesn't look at you, for the next few years. The next time you look into her eyes is at her funeral, wide and glazed and unseeing. Till then, the only version of them you remember is brown swimming with resentment and darkness.

You are four. The world calls you the next Howard Stark.

You cannot be, for surely the man who runs the world does not sob into his pillow every night, aching to hear an Italian lullaby that will never repeat.