#just trying to figure out how to draw her

[foolsmask]

When I was a sophomore (10th grade, 3 years from graduation) a special education class was integrated into my English Lit class to expose those students to a more..."typical"(?)...learning environment.

The Special Ed. teacher handled things like the grammar and spelling, and the other teacher did the reading and discussion stuff. One day we were doing sentences and correcting spelling and grammar. 10 of them. We were told to work for 20 minutes. I finished in like 10 to 12 minutes. With my extra time, I got out my sketchbook that I always had with me and quietly started drawing as I did whenever I had time. The Special Ed. teacher got BIG MAD. Told me there was no way I was done with all 10. I assured her I was. I got sent I to the hall and was forced to leave my stuff in the class. I was brought back in and made to stand in front of class at the projector and show my work. I had all of her corrections and three others. She said I was wrong, but I argued that I was right.

This got me sent to the principals office. I had never been sent to the office for discipline so I kind was freaking out. Once there I explained what happened and that teacher was called down. She told a story of me being insubordinate and rude and refusing to do my work. The principal asked to be shown the assignment, and confirmed that while not 100% wrong, her sentences were not as accurate as my corrections made them. Then she complained about me having my sketchbook out. The principal asked why a student with free time couldn't quietly do a personal activity if that student put it away when the class returned. She said I was setting a bad example for her special needs students. Again the principal asked how is that disruptive if the other students are doing their work? I'm just sitting there, pencil in hand with paper in front of me. The whole time I'm just sitting there trying to figure out what I've done wrong since drawing was what I did in every class with free time. She wanted me out of "her class" but the principal was like "why would you kick a student out of his own classroom for doing his work?" Ans that was the last day the classes were integrated...which felt wrong, but I was glad to be free of that teacher.

when i was a kid i got a 90% on my kindergarten "what are your favorite things?" test because for the question "what is your favorite animal?" i wrote down "puma" and it got marked wrong because my teacher said a puma isnt even an animal its a kind of shoe

[yeagersss]

Sukuna after his defeat at Shinjuku — He ends up as your... pet... blob?

Like the last thing he remembers is proudly declaring to Yuuji's foolish requests of starting over that he's a curse and then he remembers just drifting away to what he believed would be an eternal slumber for him.

But then he's confused because suddenly it's dark, he's confined into a tight space and he could hear... muffled voices of someone singing...?

You had just moved into your new place, your grandfather's old home in the outskirts of a small town. A quiet and peaceful place especially far away from loud and terribly dangerous city that Tokyo had become.

You were an aspiring artist and you believed that you will draw so much inspiration from your new home.

You opened one of your boxes while humming a soft tune and jumped when you saw... something??? in it. A weird... blob looking—maybe it's some weird deformed one eyed frog? How did it end up in your box??

Sukuna squinted his eye at the sudden brightness and glared up at you. This is not... the afterlife, right? What the hell is this??

You curiously lifted your hand to touch the weird blob frog and then suddenly... it spoke.

"Touch me and I will slice your finger off, stupid woman."

Needless to say you screamed and flipped the entire box over. Before scrambling to the far side of the room.

Poor Sukuna is now buried helplessly under some books and other shit and that's when he realized he was still in that... weak and disgusting form Yuuji had reduced him to.

As he was wiggling out of the pile while thinking about the fact that this is probably hell, you are in the far corner, holding a pair of kitchen tongs and tense up when you see him before shouting "What the HELL are you???"

And before he could open his mouth to even threaten you further or maybe even cut you up, he gets pounced by a fluffy white... Cat.

"What the—get off of me! Unhand me this instant!! WOMAN, control your creature or I will end it's life!!" Sukuna demands as he wiggles away from the cat.

And Sukuna did try to end the cat's life. He really did but to his horror his cursed energy, that used to be as vast as the fucking ocean, was so, so low that he only managed a tiny shallow cut of the cat's paw that it dismissed with a swift lick.

Still you got your cat, Luna, away before that thing could hurt her.

And that is how the King of Curses comes into your life. You don't know that though because to you he's some weird mutated and helpless frog. You had considered tossing him outside but you kinda felt bad for the little guy. (he's so small. Like he can fit in your palm! Even if he does threaten you to die, he would be helpless outside.)

And Sukuna, on the other hand, had went from trying and failing to kill you (and your damn cat) to throwing every creative death threat he can think of to downright ignoring you as he stayed slumped on the floor with his eye closed, trying to tap into his depleted cursed energy. Anything to maybe help him gain his form back or atleast legs so he could walk but luck wasn't in his side at all.

He had stayed like that for a good two days. By that time you were done moving in and organising your stuff. For a second, you thought he was dead but a quick poke with a spatula confirmed he was very much alive when he suddenly threatened to eat your liver.

So anyway Sukuna is stubborn af. He refuses to acknowledged your presence and just stays on the floor meditating or spaced out, trying to figure out a way to get out of this predicament or wait until he has enough CE to actually do something.

But then you bring him food. You realized he hasn't eaten a thing ever since you found him.

"Here. I'm not sure what you eat but with the way you talk about eating my heart or whatever so I'm guessing it's meat." You say as you place a plate of cooked steak in front of him.

For a moment, his pride does not let him touch the food. But then you come back and see the plate completely empty, you smile.

"Can I atleast pick you up and place you by the window? I know you get bored sitting on the floor all day." You ask one day.

Sukuna doesn't say anything and simply glares at you before giving a simple "hmph".

You take that as a yes and carefully scoop him up before placing him on the window sill. The view of the beautiful countryside is incredible and you're sure the little guy will appreciate it.

And Sukuna does, somewhat. After being exposed to the bustling and overwhelming atmosphere of the modern world, he's glad this world still has... some places that remind him of his own era.

You gently place a plate of food next to him and this time, instead of eating when you go away, he eats it while you're still here. He slithers closer to the plate and using his tiny paws, he holds the meat down before taking a large bite.

He glares when you stifle a laugh.

"... What should I call you?" You ask.

Sukuna frowns at that question. It's the first time someone has asked for his own name. He doesn't have one, obviously since all his life, others were the ones who labelled him: demon, monster, god, the Fallen One, the Honored One, the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna.

"How does Poupou sound?" You suggested with a grin to which his blood red eye looked at you with nothing but pure hatred.

"Sukuna. Call me that one more time and I will feast on your eyes, you useless woman."

... Sukuna it is then.

[daylighted]

oh em gee i was about to go to sleep but i was js thinking about how baby!reader and sam would also be really close i think

and so maybe one night like during a hunt sam finds baby just like upset cause she’s trying to figure out what a lore book or whatever says and she’s frustrated 1. cause she can’t read it and 2. she doesn’t understand why her eyes are suddenly wet and why she’s feeling this way cause she’s never felt this before

and so sam just like teaches her how to read a little maybe and just helps her understand what she’s feeling and why

IDKKK I JS THOUGHT THAT WAS SO CUTIE

(also trust i know baby is a badass i’m just leaving this thought here (LOVEE YOU AND YOUR WRiTING<3333))

STOP THIS MADE ME GO 🥺 LITERALLY OH MY GOD. i hope i can get this to u before u fall asleep so it can be... ironically ... like a bedtime story :')

and i agree baby is a lil badass so so much and part of that is bc girl feels all of her things SO unapologetically :') !!! so i love this and have been meaning to think more on sam n baby's dynamic too so it is PERFECT.

they were always looking at those books, splayed out on whatever shoddy surface the motel room had. sometimes they had tables shoved into corners, or desks pressed so tightly against a wall that the wallpaper cracked behind it, the little space clearly not equipped for every bit of furniture the owners wanted to cram inside of it.

either way, you'd become aware of the winchesters habits, and that was one of them. a worn and faded leather book beneath one of their big hands, skimming the lines like they'd seen what was in the pages a million times, enough to know where in the book to flip to when they wanted something in particular.

dean went on a food and coffee run after begrudgingly admitting to the fact that this one was going to take all night, and sam decided to jump in the shower while he was gone, leaving you at the desk squished between the wall and the tv stand, one of the books open under your hand.

it was nothing special. inky lines and rough sketches across every page, some things crossed out and others underlined. you'd flipped through the entirety of the book to make sure that this really was all there was to it, and sure enough, there wasn't a deviation. every page had scribbly shapes on it, and every other page a scribbled drawing, and it didn't make any sense.

dean sometimes held the book up on its edge, nose pressed in close like he was trying to read in between what was on the pages, so you tried that, too. you were waiting for something big to happen. that was another thing about the winchesters; looking at one of these leathery things full of paper always led to pieces of whatever case to click together.

nothing clicked. nothing made sense. this was another thing that they shared, something programmed into them that was left out when it came to the making of you, and it was devastating.

you try to breathe in, but your chest catches on it, lips parted as you gasp on it. your throat is tight. your eyes have water in them. all of this at once surely must have meant you were dying, right? you'd breathed normally up until now, and your throat didn't feel like it was closing until now, and your eyes weren't supposed to have water coming out of them, streaming down your cheeks in little rivers, pooling on the desk's warbled surface.

you get up, the catch in your chest only getting worse, banging on the room's bathroom door. sam's shower had stopped running a few minutes ago, so you knew he was in there, either half dressed or holding a plastic thing in his mouth with something foamy on his lips. they did that a lot. helped you do it, too, even though you didn't remember the word for it. how were you supposed to think right now? you were dying.

"sammy?" you ask, and your voice even sounds weaker. you hit the door harder, a little whimper in your throat, terror clawing at the lump like it was trying to break through it. "sammy..."

the door tugs open, sam's tall figure looming over you, a look of concern written into his features. "what's wrong?" it clicks a second after the words leave his mouth, concern half giving way to something sympathetic. "baby."

you keep wiping at your eyes but it keeps coming. "there's something in my throat. and my eyes—" you rub your palms into your eyes, trying to shove the rivers back into the sockets. "they're leaking. they're leaking, they're—"

sam melts further, stepping forward to wrap his arms around you. he's as warm as the bathroom air, slipping through the gapped door he stood in. "you're crying," he says slowly, gently, palm rubbing down your spine, soothing the choke in your voice, "that's alright. nothing's wrong. people cry, sometimes."

that was reassuring, but how were you supposed to get it under control? sure, you weren't dying, but you were a little out of your league, here.

your lack of answer seems to prompt sam to continue, his chin resting on the crown of your head. "what were you doing?" he asks, taking a step backwards to be able to see your face better. "before you started crying. so i can try and fix it, or help, or anything you need."

you point behind you, to the misplaced desk and the stupid leather thing full of useless pages. "i tried to look at it. like you and dean do."

sam nods in understanding, the concern now fully crumbled through and leaving that sympathetic, glimmery look in his eyes.

"it didn't make any sense. i don't know what is in there. it's all just lines and shapes and..." you throw your hands up in frustration, and what do you know? the tears have stopped, and the very familiar feeling of unwarranted fury sits on your tongue. "it is stupid. that thing is unhappy."

the corner of sam's lips quirk. "it can be unhappy." he steps around you, hand on your elbow to easily brush past you. "it's a book. one of dad's. details about the things we hunt on cases."

"books are unhappy."

there was no getting through to you right now, but sam always tried. dean sometimes just got frustrated along with you, but sam always managed to maintain the gentleness that came with trying to teach you the comings and goings of humanity.

he picks the book up and flips through the pages, and you almost see red, knowing that, in that moment, he was doing the exact thing you couldn't. but then he lifts a hand, motioning you to come closer with his finger. "it's unhappy, but it's not gonna bite," sam says, dropping his hand to tug the chair back for you to sit down. you do, though not without the stubborn reluctance. "look at the line at the top."

"no." a puff of angry breath leaves your mouth along with the words. "i already know i do not see what you and dean see. i do not want to start doing the crying again."

sam laughs this time, finger dropping to the line in reference. "it's a sentence. everything on this page is sentences, made up of words that you read." his nail traces the beginning of the page. "that word? wendigo."

your eye is twitching. "i cannot do the read either." you shove his finger out of the way, lifting the book close up to your face. "it looks like loopies and droopies."

"the loopy is a w," he cages you in from behind, one arm on your right side holding him up, the other's index finger back at the word. "words are made of letters. letters are... yeah, for the most part, loopies and droopies."

it sounds silly in sam's mouth, but, whatever. it made sense to you. "the word i told you? wendigo?" he traces beneath the word as he goes, "w-e-n-d-i-g-o."

you stare at it, each piece of the word and then all at once, mouthing the letters to yourself. very fun first word to learn, but that was only one on the whole page, and that was not enough for you. you wanted to understand everything. you hold the book close to your face, again like dean, as you scan over every sentence and word and letter.

sam is patient behind you, and quiet, as he lets you study. you slam the book down, the spine colliding with the wood echoing in the little room. you point at a word in the middle of the page. "when."

forget the loopy in the middle. you saw wen and knew it.

sam pats your shoulder. "yeah, that says when," he reaches up to the desk to close the book, pushing it closer to the rest of books in their pile, "not a very good starting place for learning to read, so we'll do something else later, how about that?"

he pushes it away, so you grab it, palm flat and possessive over the hardcover. "i want this one. i know two words in it already."

"baby, there are words in that book that even i don't know how to say," sam says, giving you that look that he always tends to when, and you quote, you're being a little too bossy. "we'll start with the hotel keycard. or the tv guide. very much easier, and not as scary of a topic."

"but—"

"you are already overwhelmed." his voice is so gentle. him and dean have this way of bottling up all of your intense feelings and condensing them into something more manageable for all three of you. "i don't think you want to cry again tonight, so we're starting slow. with how you're learning, it won't take long until you're up there with me and dean, reading easy and naturally."

your eyes roll. his brighten with amusement. "i just don't want to feel so different and wrong." you meet his gaze, and the amusement has tampered, replaced with a sadness that must be reflected in your own. "you and dean do things all the time that i can't. i want to."

"we'll get you there." sam's words are a solid promise, hand coming up to ruffle the mess of your hair. "but in the meantime, no more crying. you shouldn't want to be like me and dean. you're fine just like this."

even you knew that sounded cheesy. you're about to tell him as such, but he holds up a finger. "we know all of this as easily as we do because we grew up too fast, and too afraid. you don't ever need to be upset that you didn't go through all that we did." he lifts your hand off of the book, using that gentle grip to yank you out of the seat and away from your dried tears on the desktop. "but it's normal. normal to cry, normal to get upset over things you can't do. baby, if you're worried about not fitting in with us because you don't feel human enough, that just makes you even more like us than you think."

you might have asked him about that part, but it seemed a little too invasive. you had some limitations to the endless array of questions you bombarded them both with. instead, you move to stand in front of the tv, staring at it, trying to will it on.

"take it to the tv guide." you nod toward it, eyes narrowing still in your efforts to peer pressure it on. "i want to learn to read the show dean watches."

sam grabs a little rectangle off of the stand, shaking his head. "no. no, you really don't."

notes. tagging everyone in this one bc i am classifying it as an official part^tm in the babyverse hope u dont mind.

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[captain039]

PART 9 The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

I LIVE

Previous part <-

Dearest reader, though the city may not see I do. Something is amiss with our duke and the wallflower lady. Has something happened? Is it a true love match leading to a happy marriage? Or is there something scandalous amidst our fine city?

It’s all maddening the fleeting touches, the long looks and the taste of his lips ever present in your mind. You hear people talk, whispers, and rumours that make your jaw clench and shift into the shadows. You can’t do this anymore, on the verge of ruin, you need a husband, the duke won’t marry you, he isn’t one for marriage, he’s one for corruption and taking. Your mama is yelling at you, the rumours reaching her, her face red with anger, your cheek sore from where she slapped it. The rumours though not entirely untruthful have been wrong, some range from you sneaking out in the middle of the night to see him to your visits with the councilwoman actually a coverup to spend time with the duke doing things no one dares to say. It’s like a numbness when you don’t see him at balls like he’s disappeared off the planet without a care for your wellbeing and the rumours surrounding you. An older lords have been sent to your home, your mama saying she will pay them well. They examine you like livestock, check your teeth, and your body, and ask about your purity, it’s diminishing, and humiliating. You have no one to blame but yourself, falling into scandal with a duke has its repercussions. You figure him being so well in society he’s made it smooth over so his image doesn’t look back, disappearing from balls so he isn’t seen like a coward.

You stand like a prized cow, you’re checked over by an older lord you don’t remember the name of. He feels your hips and squeezes them making you bite your inner cheek. Anytime you show discomfort your mother scoffs as if the rumours of you engaging so heavily with the duke were true. It was one time his hands were on you, twice his lips were, hardly anything like this, he hasn’t even touched your hips before.

“Aye, promised price?” The lord asks and your mother nods. You feel yourself die a little, your heart clenching.

“I’ll marry her” he nods. Your heart falls you don’t show it though the disgusting churn in your stomach. Once the lord leaves you go to your room, you throw up in the toilet tears down your face. Two weeks you haven’t seen the duke, it makes you angry, makes you hate him for everything he did, makes you hate yourself for ever falling into his trap.

A week later after the engagement agreement, things are being prepared, a swift marriage to get you out of society and into the security of a man’s home, no matter how old or disgusting the gentleman may be. You sit in the drawing room your mind blank as you stare at the book page you’re trying to read. You hear a knock, listen to the doorman greet whoever it is before you hear shuffling steps. You frown a bit, hardly the sound of the old lord's steps. You freeze when you see him, weak, hunched over, pale. Your mama looks just as shocked as she greets the duke with fake smiles and fake niceness.

“Move,” he says to your mother's voice hoarse. Your mother stutters before moving out of the way and he walks over to you. He’s slower, his limp more pronounced.

“Get out” he snaps at your mother and she flinches but leaves. You stare at him and he stares at you. His eyes are dull, he has deep eye bags, his cheekbones a little hollower, and his hair messy but not in the normal tamed way. His suit is crinkled and he smells like the hospital. You don’t know what to say, he looks weaker, what happened to him? No words come out as you swallow.

“I am engaged” isn’t what you wanted to say but it comes out anyway. Something flashes in his eyes and you watch his hand grip his cane tighter.

“Mrs Medarda told me,” he says his jaw clenched.

“It is better this way” You nod though the words feel like bile.

“Better?” He frowns.

“Yes, the rumours will die down and I will have a husband, I will be content” You speak in a monotone, there’s no emotion, like a voice on repeat.

“Content” he murmurs.

“You shouldn’t be here Duke Viktor” your papa’s voice comes from the door. You look at him noticing his angry look.

“Haven’t you ruined her enough?!” He spits and you flinch. Viktor frowns his back still to your father.

“Like how you ruin your name already by going to the black rose brothel every Friday night?” Viktor’s words are venom and you gasp hand covering your mouth. Your papa stutters and his cheeks go red and you stare at him confused, he doesn’t deny it.

“Or how about the gambling problem that has left you in debt?” Viktor spits again.

“How dare you-“ Viktor cuts your papa off turning around shakily.

“You’ve sold your daughter to a man older than you, how do you plan to pay him? Is she expected to pop out a few heirs for him huh?!” Viktor’s voice raises.

“You ruined her in the first place!” Your father yells.

“I did” Viktor murmurs and you feel tears in your eyes as he looks back at you.

“And I left her alone when she needed me most” he adds his honeyed eyes locked on yours.

“I let rumours rot her name while I was-“ he stops his jaw clenching again. You take a small step forward hands shaking tears rolling slowly down your face.

“My illness flared up, I was in a coma for a week” he explains and now it makes sense for his disappearance. You wish he would’ve said something, or Councilman Talis said something, Mel even.

“I was unable to stop the rumours from spiralling and protect you, and for that I am sorry” He speaks quietly, softly, so strange from what he usually talks like.

“I won’t let you marry that man” he says his eyes narrowing again.

“Then you will marry her!” Your papa snaps and you flinch.

“I will” his words make you freeze, you stare at him trying to find the lie and deceit but find none.

“Duke-“ you trail off swallowing. He walks closer a shaky pale band coming up to wipe your tears.

“I will marry you,” he says whispered.

[melonkittii]

thank you for all the love on this drawing :D have some progress shots under the cut here:

the sketch was really fun, the hands were actually a picture of my own hands i used as reference :D im no stranger to drawing ribcages but i put a lot of work into making it look passable. im kinda sad i lost the eye patterns on the painting frame tbh

the flat colours were actually really challenging ToT it was mostly lucretia's blue outfit while the rest of the colour palette was very red-heavy, i couldn't balance the contrast very well T_T also you can see i kept moving her eyes around lol i decided eventually that her averting her eyes gave the best effect

the first colour pass i honestly really liked but i ended up adding a lot of darker shadows just to help with that blue contrast on her outfit TvT so the final product works out a little more smoothly. the post-effects on making lup glitchy was really fun to figure out, my drawing program doesnt have an easy function to chromatically abberate so i had to do it by hand by copying the layers and fiddling with it for a long time LOL

if you were wondering about any of the symbolism in this, i was mostly trying to get at the way lucretia erases lup from everyone else except her, keeping her to herself in a very literal way - once lup is gone, she expects everyone except herself to have forgotten her, so she takes a bad sort of pleasure in keeping those memories completely to herself. toxic yuri and all that <3

the red strings are what she's puppeting but she's also tangled in them herself, unable to figure out how to undo the mess she put the both of them in. you can interpret it how you want though !!

finally time to post my full art for @taz-balance-zine hehehe >:3

remember you can download the full zine for free HERE !! it was a wonderful project to work on

[delight-angelsbliss]

What would sonic be like with a fem reader who's super artsy and tends to keep to herself? Like prefers solitude but sonics the exception and such:3

Warnings: non existent to my knowledge, just like my father figure

Precis: Sonic with a quiet reader who only talks to him

Notes: anon do u know that one pic of two humans with signals going to each other's brains? That's us!! Ngl this request reminds me of the time in the psychiatric hospital when I had a new roommate who had selective mutism and she would talk with me a lot and I'd talk for her when she didn't even if the staff didn't like it cuz they didn't know it that well I talked with her mom cuz she was unhappy there and the mom did take her out when I told her abt how bad the rating of this place was and she was impressed that I built trust with her daughter

Sonic has had his fair share of quiet people, some changing, some staying the way they are. Sonic doesn't understand the appeal but wouldn't judge anyone for being quiet, his loud demeanor is enough to lead a conversation and he's okay with that! He notices you attitude and demeanor slowly cracking with him, becoming louder, laughing more openly and overral becoming more talkative with him. He loves every second of it. Knowing he's built trust with you is enough for him, but he'll still try his best to introduce you to new people. We all know how Sonic is, so it's not surprising when he introduces you to new people, trying to figure out if you're only talkative with him or others too

When Sonic realizes you're only open with him, he finally realizes it would be best to stop forcing you to talk with others. That's also the time when he finds out about your love for art, whether it was sketching or music, he was so fascinated with your love for art. We all know Sonic isn't very skilled with artst projects(in the nicest way possible). He is decent, but nowhere near as good as you and he knows it to be true, so he tries to draw with you more! It's a nice way to hangout while being silent, even if he's itching to spill everything about his day to you

Slowly but surely, sonic adapts to your quiet nature and let's you freely enjoy it without pressing to socialize. He apologizes for all the times he has made you uncomfortable and promises to be better, stating he finally understands that you're just quiet and shouldn't be belittled for it. He doesn't mind any type of quiet hang out. He also loves it when you ramble on and on about your current interest, your day and about anything really. He likes it when you talk, he likes hearing your voice. He'll lovingly look at you as you ramble, when you notice and quiet down, he'll reassure you it's fine to talk. To him these moments will always be the most cherished

[monstatron]

BEAST OF THE MOUNTAIN

( maryth is a butch woman, she/he! )

i’ve been itching to draw a werewolf! been recently brainstorming revamping an old werewolf story i created for my class a few years ago, and now my character maryth is the primary main of the story!

i won’t be digging into any deep lore on this post though. i just really wanted to draw maryth being snarly >:D i’ll make her a ref in due time…

the speedpaint for this piece can be found here!

a brief about maryth's story under the cut!

OKAY SO .

maryth got exiled from her pack for a plethora of reasons, none of which were of her own doing. she ended up abandoning the typical way of life of a werewolf and instead took on the humble life of a human as best she could. she lives in an isolated cabin in the mountains and seldom visits the town; if she does it's to exchange produce. she's got no company other than her chickens and goats, and she's one damn grumpy, stoic old lady. gruff and rough around the edges, not willing to let anyone in. (except for maybe her best friend who is a vampire)

though, one day everything changes. something begins to kill her animals, and she spends days trying to figure it out. one day she encounters the culprit in the act and its not who she was expecting at all. its a young werewolf, her name is fynn. fynns been alone as long as she could remember, and much like maryth, she has a "i don't need anybody" kind of attitude. maryth runs fynn off, not caring if she's a child. in her eyes that's a pest. until fynn keeps coming back again, and again, and again, until maryth gets fed up.

"will you stop killing my damn animals if i cook you one decent meal?" "hmm… how about two, old lady?" "i'm not old. and fine. just stop fucking with my animals, you little rat."

and thus maryth accidentally adopted a feral child

i rly love the "old grumpy character meets a feral kid and adopts them" trope, and i've been wanting to write my own take on that trope for a while now. this idea originally began as a plot for a school assignment, and i think of it fondly sometimes. i'll probably work on it a bit here and there whenever i get an itch for werewolf stuff

[currentlyobsessingggg]

Lottienat x reader

Summary/background: ok so I imagine this as pretty soon, maybe a year or so, after the girls get rescued and the reader has helped Lottie slowly recover instead of her going to Switzerland while Natalie has just pushed them away. They were all dating in the wilderness but things changed when they got rescued. They’ve tried to help Nat in quiet ways but this time, she catches them and has a little breakdown :)

Tw: angst, natalies psychotic break, nat being lowkey mean to Lottie about her mental health

Wc: 1275

“What. The. Fuck.”

Natalie’s standing in the doorway: her breathing is erratic, her fists are closed, and her knuckles are white. To her right sits a shattered beer bottle that had slipped from her grip and created a puddle of the malty liquid on the washed floor. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold (and the alcohol), her hair is stringy, and she stinks of whiskey and cigarettes.

Shit

“No seriously, what the fuck. You fucking break into my house when I’m not home and and.. “ she stops, blinking and trying to process what she’s seeing. “Are you fucking cleaning?”

The trailer is clean. It’s nothing like how she left it. The counters aren’t sticky with old spirits, the sink it’s overflowing with crusted over dishes, and a pile of freshly bought groceries sit by the fridge. You can see Natalie’s eyes burn with something you can’t name, something more than just anger.

“Nat,” you say, trying to keep your voice even but she's already gearing up for a fight.

She falls forward, her boots crunching on the glass of the broken bottle and her jaw tightening as she notices Lottie enter the room. “Oh and Lottie’s here too?,” she snarls, throwing her arms up. “What, so you’re done going batshit now? Decided to play house instead.”

You step between the two girls as Lottie flinches and casts her gaze down in guilt.

“Enough,” You snap at Nat. “Lottie’s been working hard to get better. You don’t get to talk to her like that.” You know it’s a little far, but Natalie had done virtually nothing to help her situation since you’d been rescued.

“I never asked you to fix me, or save me, or whatever it is you’re doing right now” Nat bites “Either of you.” Lottie folds in on herself even more, more than you had thought possible from the girl. You grimace.

“You don’t have to,” you shoot back “But we’re at least not going to let you fucking rot away and drink yourself to death in this dump.”

Natalie laughs a short bitter laugh before turning to look between you and Lottie. Her chest rises and falls, in anger, and her fists are clenched at her sides. And then, almost too soft to hear, she mutters. “Get out.”

“Please Nat,” Lottie says, stepping quickly towards her. But Nat was already unraveling, a crazed look overtaking her features and bleeding into her eyes.

“Out,” she screams, lurching forward across the glass, crunching once again beneath her feet. “OUT OUT OUT.” She shreds her voice raw and tears spring from her eyes, unforgivingly. She grabs at her hair as her knees give out and she sinks to the floor. “Just fucking go,” she sobs, bent over in wracking despair. Her voice strained and she’s gasping as though she’s drowning as she sinks to the floor.

You and Lottie exchange stunned looks before turning back to the crumpled figure. For a moment you’re all suspended in time, unsure of what to do. Lottie’s instincts kick in first and she rushes towards Nat. She drops to the floor, practically wrestling her into an embrace.

“Get off me,” Nat chokes, her face wet and red from the tears as she struggles weekly.

“No,” Lottie responds gently, embracing her tighter. It’s a harrowing scene and, if you hadn’t seen far worse, you might have been rattled.

Natalie thrashes one final time before going limp in Lotties arms, drawing in ragged, empty breaths. Her body trembles and past her psychosis, she seems afraid.

You walk towards them carefully, trying not to burst whatever bubble they’re living in and lower yourself to your knees. Lottie pulls you into them. Before you can think, your eyes burn with tears and you’re hit with memories. The wilderness flashes before your eyes, bleeding into everything you had tried to separate. You remember the sick life you lived out there. You remember the fear of losing them both, and the twisted joy of having them.

You remember being rescued. The way they tried to take Lot away, to lock her up in Switzerland, like stripping you of everything was the only solution. You remember Natalie shutting you out, removing you from her life bit by bit. You remember the first time you came to clean Nats trailer. You had watched her return, wasted, and pass out in the kitchen. By morning, she had no idea how the trailer had gotten so clean.

”I’m sorry,” Nat whispers. You and Lottie instinctively hold her tighter.

“It’s ok,” You say back.

Nat doesn’t respond but a fresh round of sobs hit her. You sit there for a while, until Lot turns to you.

“Should we..” she starts and you nod. Together, you bring Natalie to her feet.

The bathroom is cramped and dimly lit. Lottie turns on the shower and the space floods with steam. You peel Natalie’s pungent clothes from her body and move her into the stream of water. Her movements are withdrawn and obedient. She stares toward some far point.

“Nat ,” you ask. “You with me?”

Her eyes flicker to yours. They’re bloodshot and tired. After a beat she nods.

You wash her hair, scrub the grime from her skin, and let her brush her teeth with a new toothbrush brush. When she’s clean and dressed in new clothes, you drag her to the kitchen. Lottie pours her a glass of water and begins to heat up the soup you had left in the fridge. You go to the doorway to sweep up the broken beer bottle.

Nat drinks 3 cups of water and eats 2 bowls of soup before you help her to her bedroom. She collapses onto the mattress and hums softly into the smell of detergent. She rolls over onto her side. You smile. She almost looks like the Natalie you spent so many years getting to know, learning to love. You and Lottie turn to leave the room.

“Wait,” you hear from behind you. You turn around and she is facing you, her expression unreadable.

“Just, don’t leave,” she mumbles.

“We weren’t going to,” Lottie says gently.

“No, I mean..stay. Here,” she says, her skin flushing red. Understanding settles in.

“Of course Nat,” you responded, barely able to hide my own embarrassment.

Moments later you’re all huddled comfortably in Natalie’s childhood bed, you and Lottie on either side of her. The silence is awkward. It’d been a while since you’d held each other like this.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, burying herself deeper in Lotties shoulder.

“Natalie,” you sigh. “It’s ok.”

“No no no, it’s not.” She closes her eyes, takes a breath, and adjusts to look at you both. “I just.. everything feels so horrible and I have no idea how to fix it. Having you guys be here and be so loving while I’m so awful just.. made it worse I guess. Digging a bigger hole seemed easier than climbing out.”

“You never have to explain yourself with us. You should know that by now,” Lottie says, a far off look in her eyes. Her implications make me shudder for a moment before you refocus on Nat.

“But thank you.” You add. “That makes sense.”

“I love you. Both of you.” Nat says, almost without thinking as she closes her eyes.

Lotties hand flys to yours, gripping it tightly and you smile.

“I love you too, Nat,” you murmur.

“Always,” Lottie says with enthusiasm and you almost roll your eyes in affection.

Natalie sighs and you feel the tension in her body finally melt away and her breathing even out. You allow your eyes to slip closed.

[haedia]

Kiore Aldwir (my canon Rook): She has a ton of pics of their family cat, Fritter. If Fritter joins them at the Lighthouse, then there's tons of pics of Fritter with the Veilguard sons -- especially him and Assan doing cat (and cat + bird) things together.

More sobering and bittersweet, Kiore has a lot of candid shots of Lace and Varric while on their journey. It's only later that they realize that (probably) Lace took several candid shots of Kiore and Varric at various times as well: them trying to figure out a map, the Free March countryside behind them; them sitting together, probably swapping stories, if their shared smiles are anything to go off of; Varric clearly having a Bad Time playing cards with Kiore while they smirk at him.

Nera Aldwir (cousin of Kiore and supporting character to that story): Nera has a lot of city photography, both day and night, but she clearly prefers night time shots. Especially when the city is foggy or wet from rain or something like that. She also has a bunch of candid city life shots and pics of stray animals she comes across on her travels.

She also has several hidden folders in her photos app that contain pictures ranging from tastefully risqué to aggressively explicit. They were all taken with consent, of course. She just loves having reminders of her times spent with her favorite situationships (such as Elek and Illario).

Leandra Ingellvar: Leandra is really into astronomy and she no doubt figures out a way to do astronomy photography that isn't ass on her phone, for when she's stargazing and doesn't want to lug her actual equipment around. She also has some of the most stunning Nevarran countryside sunrise and sunset photos. She also likes to do nail art so she has a bunch of shots documenting her various designs she's given herself.

Vitali de Riva (unknowingly twin sibling to Lucius Mercar): they love their city, so most of their pics are of Treviso. Vitali has so many pictures of the skyline of Treviso at night, moonlit or just illuminated by the light cast by the city itself. They sometimes climb the spires of the palaces to get ever more abstracted shots of the city.

They like to play with distance and perspective to show Treviso from angles you otherwise never see. This also means they get right at the waters edge at the canals to take shots looking up at extreme angles and yes, they've lost multiple phones in the canals as a result (they tend to get emotional about Treviso when they're very drunk and so a lot of the water's edge shots happen then because their friends know better then to let them be alone when they get that way. If left to their own devices, Vitali would try to climb to take "beautiful pictures to show the world how beautiful Treviso is. Does she even know how beautiful she is??" "Vitali, Treviso is a city, I don't think she cares" "That makes it sadder!!" "C'mon, let's go home befeyou lose another phone in the canals" "... Okay.")

Lucius Mercar (unknowingly twin sibling to Vitali): Lucius takes more videos than photos, I think. Videos of street musicians; the dock cats lounging in the sun during a rare break in the drizzle; of boats navigating the harbor and of goods being unloaded at the docks. Lucius is an artist of some degree so they use these captured moments for inspiration for their drawings. They sometimes do dreamy to timelapse videos of the docks or the markets, where the figures walking through kind of meld into ghostly shapes. These videos become haunting to them later when Minrathous is devastated by the dragon.

what kind of photos would be on your rook's camera roll?

[sailormarijuanera]

𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱 (𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼)

𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚? He wasn’t even that close. He sat in the chair in front of you, legs spread out in front of him, shoulders back, and arms resting on the chairs beside him. You guessed he was just shy of six feet, but the way he carried himself made him seem much larger and closer.

You had a lot to do, even while in the waiting lobby to meet with a prospective client at their firm. Despite your almost constant shuffling between papers, files, and your tablet, you still managed to sneak a glance at him now and again. Every time you did, your eyes met and you felt a surge of embarrassment. You weren’t a fan. After the third time, you decided to stop trying. Hot guys weren’t fun if they were so aware. Truthfully, it was the most unattractive thing about him: how cocky he was. It didn’t leave you impressed or wanting more, it left you rolling your eyes. After getting off the elevator, the panic had subsided quickly enough; strangers consoled each other briefly before going their separate ways. No one tried to comfort you, of course, not with the mysterious figure looming behind you. Protection? More like a talisman to ward off energy, good and evil alike. You didn’t mind that part, in all honesty. You didn’t have much energy for socializing today. There was too much to do anyway, as always. You were scanning the stipulation sent by your dutiful assistant when you registered movement out of your top peripheral. It wasn’t overt, he didn’t seem to be drawing attention to himself. That might have annoyed you more, but you were trying not to think about it at all. Push him out of your mind, that was the ideal business relationship. One where no one thought about - Wow his arms are huge- Fuck, no! Your eyes snapped back to the screen on your lap. 

By the grace of the sweetest angel among the clouds, just then, the receptionist called your name and kindly gestured toward the meeting room. Your saving grace, you gave her a bright smile and quickly gathered your things. The meeting with the potential buyer had started not ten minutes ago, and Toji had already hijacked it. You did what you could to keep her on track, but there was no getting between her and her newfound love. Toji was eating it up, of course, calling her pet names and complimenting her on all the success she’d achieved. Like, really complimenting that part. 

Well, you got the contract. 

You had the decency to wait until you were out of the building to speak. “You are wildly unprofessional,” you whispered angrily. “She said she’s gonna work with you right? What’s-” 

You didn’t let him finish the question, “What’s what? Hm?” You stepped in front of him, cutting off his access to the sidewalk, all but shoving your briefcase into his chest. His hands shot up and grabbed the dark brown leather, effectively holding the thing in place so firmly you let go rather than give him a chance to pull you in. “That was the biggest buyer of this quarter, if I hadn’t gotten that contract, my ability to do my job would have been questioned. I could have lost it, do you understand?” All right, perhaps that was laying it on a little thick, but still. He had no right to intrude the way he did, especially when he was meant to be on duty. “I was just trying to help,” he said. His tone was far too casual for your liking and it did nothing to improve your mood.

 “Just give me some space,” you told him. He shrugged in what you deemed agreement and you turned to continue heading toward the parking garage. The transportation for the day was a bit annoying, as you lived in a city where walking wasn’t an option and Toji didn’t own a car. With everything that you were learning about him, that bit became less and less shocking. Fleeting thoughts danced around your mind, there was always too much to think about, until the ding! of the elevator door brought them to a screeching halt. There was no way you were getting on another elevator today. This resolution elicited something that was somewhere in between a sigh and a groan, but on you marched toward the stairs. You’re such a trooper. Lest you be left alone with your own thoughts, you plucked your phone from the purse that hung at your wrist. Emails, meeting notes, confirmations, scheduling, all the usual fun stuff to sort through. Before the heavy door could close behind you, you caught the low sounds of shuffled footsteps. After checking, you didn’t see anyone, or Toji as you suspected he might be following you after all. “Fuck off,” you said to the void, which left you satisfied enough. You began climbing the stairs, your heels clacking against the concrete steps was the only sound reverberating around you. You kept going on your way. There was a sound again. Not exactly the same, it was more muffled, but the effects were stronger yet. An uneasiness began creeping into your chest; something was not right. It wasn’t a feeling that could be easily brushed off, it was settling in the pit of your stomach. To make matters worse, Toji parked your car on the other side of the garage. Your pace quickened, and you were sure you heard another pair of footsteps. Someone was on the same floor, but you didn’t even want to risk turning around. You exhaled and continued walking. 

Finally, your car was in sight, in all its glory. You just needed to get past this wall, then the space would be open. No other cars to hide behind, no way to sneak up on you, just get passed this wall but try to stay focused but don’t look too aware, stay looking at your phone but don't get distracted by what’s on your screen, you’re almost there- 

Something slammed into your chest and knocked the wind out of you. It pushed down on your chest, forcing you back until somehow you fell against the stupid, traitorous wall. Without a moment to recover, pressure exploded across your lips, your chin, your jaw. Then came the numbness, then the warmth of the blood spilling. The pain would come later, but shock seemed to occupy that space right now. 

“Please,” you mumbled the word through a mouthful of blood. When you looked up, the face staring down at you was half-hazardly masked, but the eyes were not. They were a startling, disturbing blue, full of such visible hatred that you were thankful to still be alive. His entire head could have been covered, but that would still have meant nothing if you could see those eyes. Unmistakable and burned into your memory from the day he burst into your office with his first threat. He had something tied around the lower half of his face, but nothing to disguise the ash blonde hair on his head “Take. Purse-” you gasped, realizing it was hard to inhale properly. He backhanded you across the face. 

Your mouth filled up again, copper invaded your senses and your head began to spin. 

“Stupid bitch,” you heard. The voice was familiar. “You thought you could get away from? Stop me?” As he spoke, his hands tightly gripped your shoulders and shook until you felt the back of your head hit the wall.

The pain shot through your entire skull right before your vision began to blur. “N-No,” was all you could manage. 

“No? Your favorite word, right? I’ll show-” He didn’t finish his sentence and because it was still difficult to focus, you weren’t sure if that was good or bad. More sounds followed; blows landing, metal clanging against the cement floor, and then something heavy was dragged away from you. Fear had taken hold of every part of your mind and now crawled its way down, infecting your muscles and limbs. Nothing worked, not so much as a twitch. The haunting silence of the parking garage should have made noises that much more obvious, but you couldn’t hear a peep. So, when a hand all but slammed down onto your shoulder, you let out a scream that was both fear-ridden and cathartic. “Please, no!” you screeched.  “Jesus, it’s me,” came the voice. Somehow, just as annoyed as always. “Let’s get you out of here.” 

[tazuransi]

mothra is real and my friend

[ghost-byte-art]

ylfa snotball

[umblrspectrum]

how do lighting and shading work

[fafameow]

could you draw ribbon please?

sure!

Ribbon is a character I actually don't draw a lot, I think I quickly drew her like three times before so I never took the time to properly make art centered around her. She's adorable that's for sure and I wanted to draw her dynamic with Adeleine (a character i also draw rarely lol), together they make a great duo (thanks star allies for that hehe)

Thank you for your request ^^

[four-pointed-leaf]

why me?

[leapdayowo]

These two are the most fun to draw characters from the amazing digital circus :3 I really enjoyed the third and fourth episodes of the series, so I’m hoping to do more art of these two plus Zooble and Gangle (and gummigoo!)