#last time I drew him I had to redraw his face like four times

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I wonder if anybody can guess what scene I am redrawing here

[bloominglifedyinglife]

So I talked about this in a previous post with @jess-the-vampire​ but I’m working on a TOH au of my own.

It mostly takes place in the present time, but the basis is that when Caleb and Philip arrived in the Boiling Isles their parents went with them.

The parents end up taking on the role of villain that Philip had in canon, but none of these four die in any final confrontation.

I’m not that brave.

I did some redraws of the pictures I had posted last time.

So here’s Nicholas Wittebane!

He has the same kind of curse as Philip, but his is more severe because he uses the consuming palisman method. Please don’t judge me on how I drew his beard, it was a sketching accident at first, and when I actually noticed it, I re-sketched it with the beard and I fell in love. I can’t draw him without his beard like that now.

His wife, Abigail Wittebane, it seems I’m intent on making the forelocks a common genetic on both sides of the family.

Her marks are a scar from an injury, not a curse. She wasn’t careful when tending to her husband while he was dealing with his curse, and well.... Let’s just say she was more careful from then on.

And some new pictures.

Here’s Caleb Wittebane-Clawthorne. I made him a bit more scruffy in the hair as well as give him more age in his face. He is not cursed, so most of his physical aging comes from stress. His scar is a result of a fight with his parents.

And of course, what kind of person would I be if I didn’t have Philip done as well.

Instead of the scar being a result of his curse, his scar is a result of a fight he had with his parents. His recovery gave Caleb a heart attack because he nearly died several times due to the severity, and they couldn’t get to a healer right away. His curse is “handled”, so his curse isn’t visible. The lines on this one might look different compared to the others because this was the first one I did with my new drawing tablet and I was still getting used to how to handle it.

And of course, the main star of my au, and the first sketch I had actually done, Hunter Redferne!!!

Hunter grew up and was raised in the Human Realm, but he was in an orphanage, so he wasn’t exactly happy with where he was. His last name was given by his caretakers because when he was found he was wrapped in a red blanket, with dried ferns caught in the folds. As I said in a previous post, Hunter WILL have magic, but still has to do it differently because the ‘natural way’ doesn’t work for him. Like how Luz uses glyphs because she can’t do spell circles.

I have a couple of rough sketches that I had before I ended up with these designs, unfortunately, I only still have the ones for Hunter because the other ones met an untimely end in the kitchen sink (don’t ask, please). I love Hunter’s original design, but I love braids, and I figure Hunter raised in the Human Realm would probably grow his hair out and put it up. I also wanted my Hunter to be a little more distinctive from others as well as show how him growing in a different environment would affect his physical appearance. I will work on getting full body designs out soon.

I do have a reason for his facial scar, but that’s if people get interested on later posts.

I’m not sure on what to call this AU yet, but I will take suggestions.

Not that anyone will read this.

[riisinaakka-draws]

part 2/6

2nd part of my old Black Sails scraps and doodles from 2016–2021. Not in any particular order.

This time the drawings are short comics that were abandoned for a reason or another, mostly because I lost the interest or felt like there was too much to redraw compared to the satisfaction of finishing something else more interesting. There’s also some talk about rigid mindset and how overthinking can lead to stagnation.

Contains early silverflint moments, specks of dust, rackham's glasses are found, jealous-Billy spying, desk-Flint gets caught, "squint-squint", a quiet moment and its bird dilemma etc.

And please do not steal and repost elsewhere. But if you do get inspired, feel free to make your own interpretations!

Long-ish post under the cut!

“What are you thinking about?”

“Specks of dust.”

“Liar.”

The idea was to show how much they and their relationship had changed. This was around 2016 when the season 3 began and I was still re-learning to draw with a tablet. Another art from the same time period (and idea) is this art: The Dynamic Duet. 

And for some reason I was really stuck up thinking that I’d have to first do the sketch, then the clean line art, then planes underneath, then shadows etc. and I have always struggled with that kind of approach! Mainly because I hate doing clean line work, lol. And I was a fool for trying to start with a white canvas! It’s so much harder to find values and plan things, or at least in my opinion..

“Rackham’s glasses are found”

To celebrate their new pirate alliance, they share the four lenses of Rackham’s sunglasses as they were also found at the time (because I wanted it to resurface and they could be made into jewellery you know...). This was right after the episode where Anne fights and hurts her hands (here wearing protecting mittens from Max even though she’s not trusted at the moment). Uh, this doesn’t spark joy interest me much and it’s quite stiff and would recuire a lot of redrawing faces, so - discarded!  

I somewhat like the idea still (them having something to share, although it’s on Jack’s detriment). I tried to find a stylished comical easier doodlier? way to draw them and draw clean lines etc, but it just wasn’t for me. Also here too, the background is blank and too bright. Later I started to think things as scenes and draw everything at the same time instead of adding the bg later or trying to show everything (and everyone) at the same time.

Here’s also Billy in the same story:

He’s spying on them and since it’s so bright he’s wearing his diy “sunglasses” and being envious to the others. *cough* uhhh...Idk? Also people were shipping Ben Gunn (and cheese) with Billy, so that bled into this too... Charles’ spirit is riding the “big white bird” that was mentioned in Teach’ story and in this case it’s a pelican.

As you can see, I also wasn’t using the brushes that I use nowadays. A hard (or soft) round brushes with no change in opacity just aren’t for me. For example, in traditional art, I struggle with markers and copics, but really enjoy charcoals and watercolours. I prefer ragged edges, layering and thus blending things into each other (and leaving the viewer to fill in the gaps) instead of having stark or definite things. I also struggle with vector drawings, although I have decided to finally start learning to use them...somedayyyy.

Also, I wasn’t paying attention to anatomy, like, at all LMAO. I was just so happy to be able to put something on the canvas.

This is one of my first ink drawings, but I cannot find the original anymore. Again, I like the idea, but not how things look art-wise. And I was so adamant, that I have to get everything right in the traditional drawing and not fix anything later on on photoshop because then it would be cheating. And thus, I was never able to move on or finish this properly the way I liked it (idiot).

BUT! It was a good practise to just draw and test things on paper and gain confidense on drawing things in overall (as I was still getting back into art). To get over the fear of blank paper you know, and try to find my style whatever it would start to form into.

Oh, yeah, Desk Flint.

Desk Flint was a thing for a while (still is, lol). Another drawing from that time is this Slingshot Pirate (2016). And Desk Flint keeps repeating in many later works too. The point is mainly “Flint sitting behind his desk and people interrupt him and I don’t have to draw him fully”

Well, anyway... moving on.

Here’s a plan that has been stuck for years. It’s name is “Squint-squint.” Left is the sketch (with another sketch underneath because the expressions were clearer in the old one). On the right is the continued piece with colour scheme but I cropped the eyes panel and faces out (it was so ugly for some reason) but if I ever continue/finish this, it will be redrawn there in the middle.)

Left. “On that moment their eyes were literally open(ed).”

Right. “After squinting on the shore for days, they had actually forgotten how pretty the other idiot’s eyes were.”

I still like it, quite a lot, but my perfectionist ass only sees too much “boring” things to draw and get right, so it hasn’t been a priority for a long time and other works have kept me occupied and more interested in them.

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“Quiet Moment.” 2018 (a wordless comic happening after the events of Charles Town)

I’m going to explain after these pictures, but see how big the difference is when you start to look at references and plan things together (the space, “camera” movement, background etc). I also started to colour with coarser brushes:

I drew this around early 2018. A lot of improvement! Still quite a lot of negative space (empty white backgrounds), but it fits this work. A few things tell where we are (the ship’s cabin and the balcony). Changing distances and how things are cropped/framed make things more moving and focused (and less to draw, lol). Colours and brush strokes are softer, more layered and so on.

But guess why it’s still a wip!

I couldn’t decide what bird is flying over there.

Yeap! At first it was an albatross (doesn’t go to Bahamas?). Then a seagull (but which seagull? there’s so many subspecies! Is the ship at sea or at the harbour? what birds are there on the open water/ close to the shore?? oh noo...) So, yeah, wayyyy too much over-thinking.

At some point I ended up with white-tailed-tropic-bird which was a plus! because it sounds like the bosun’s whistle, but at that point I was so tangled and frustrated and still had so much to finish with this that I left it be. Also Flint’s face looks different in every frame so I would’ve had to change some parts, lol. And then I forgot it for a couple of years! And then I had learned to draw a bit differently and again saw too much things to do, so it’s quite hard to take on this again, especially when there are so many other interesting wips waiting...

But I still really like the feeling of it! And the colour scheme. So I might just limit the things I’m allowed to fix and then post it as it own someday. I mean, it’s 90% finished, but the last reach just feels like miles.

And that’s what usually happens with my wips. They reach a certain point and it suddenly becomes really hard to finish or get back into.

But every time I learn things and then use the information in another work! :D

Final note for this post (altough this has been said hundreds of times): use references and look how things go and try to see the structure and form beneath things. And think where it is happening and how the light and surroundings affects the characters and/or spaces. And maybe think what you’re trying to convey with the art, what idea? what emotions? what purpose? or like, what are you trying to learn with the piece? and so on...

Thanks for checking this out, I hope you had fun <3

[until-theend-oftheline]

Scary World

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 

Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, Covid-19 quarantine, adult conversations, pregnancy worries 

Squares Filled: Intimacy for @marvelfluffbingo​ 

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: This is part of my LLL universe - it takes place March 2020 and Y/N is pregnant with their third child. 

It can also be read as a one shot just as always.  

Betaed by: none - all mistakes are mine

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Being cooped inside the apartment most of the time was hard. Sebastian had never been happier that you had insisted on getting a place with an outside space. The four balconies on each corner of the apartment had never been put to use as much as they were these days. 

Still, the kids were claiming on the walls after being on lock down for almost two weeks now. At first it had been nice. Everyone was home and together. The kids loved having both their parents around with absolutely nothing to do other than playing with them, cooking together and cuddling on the couch at night. After two weeks the novelty wore off and boredom set in. Isabella and Alexander had never really been whiny kids but they seemed easier to tears these days. Sebastian felt an unease in his entire body from the lack of physical regime he was usually keeping. He still worked out as well as he could, but he was itching for a run. 

You had seemed fine at first but these past few days you had started to draw into yourself in a way Sebastian hadn’t seen you do since Isabella had just been born. You were still very much pregnant, so Sebastian knew it was another postpartum depression, but he worried. Finding time to talk to you was difficult too with the little ones being around all the time, especially since you had been starting to redraw to the bedroom claiming you were tired and needed to sleep as soon as they were in bed. The past two mornings you had also been up and out of bed when Sebastian woke up. 

Sebastian hoped he would get to talk to you tonight even if he had to play a little dirty to get time with you. 

“I’m tired. I’m heading in,” you stated as soon as the two of you exited the kids’ room and Sebastian instantly stretched his arms over his head yawning, sending you a small smile. 

“That sounds like a great idea. I’m beat,” Sebastian answered, making your eyes widen a little. 

“Really? I thought you…” You started, but Sebastian just shook his head. 

“Narh. I’m tired. Let’s go to bed,” Sebastian smiled, trying his best to calm your mind. He wasn’t sure what was going on in there but he would be damned if he wasn’t going to find out. 

Getting ready for bed was done in quite, even if Sebastian could practically see the wheels turning inside your head. You were carrying something, and whatever it was he didn’t want you to do it alone. The only trouble was his own anxiety. It had gotten better over the years. He suspected it had everything to do with you and the kids, but when things were off between the two of you he still struggled. He did at times anyway, but you always saw. Talking things out with you somehow always made everything better. Now when the thought he could be losing you entered his head his mind was reeling and he was fighting to keep himself under control. 

You crawled into bed keeping on your own side as you laid down, trying to get comfortable. Sebastian sat against the headboard watching you, trying to stop the movie playing inside his head where you told him that this time had made you realise you no longer loved him and it was time to go your separate ways. He tried so hard to control it but he couldn’t. The rational conversation he had wanted to have with you, asking you about your mental health and what he could do to help you went out the window the moment the words fell from his mouth. 

“Are you thinking about leaving me?” Sebastian asked and he wanted to kick himself when your head whipped around and your eyes met his. You struggled due to your 7 month huge pregnant belly but managed to push yourself back into a seating position. Shook and concern were written all over your face as you looked at him. 

“What? No,” you insisted and Sebastian drew a sigh of relief. Relief was quickly replaced by shame though as he saw your face softed. 

“Why would you think that?” you reached out taking his hand and Sebastian instantly gave it a small squeeze. 

“I… I don’t know. I wanted to talk to you tonight and suddenly I started thinking that maybe all this time being stuck inside the apartment with me had made you realise…” Sebastian started, but you stopped him placing your free hand against his cheek before he could finish. 

“I love you Sebastian Stan. So much more than you know. Yeah I’m going stir crazy and I’m scared half the time but it has nothing to do with you or how I feel about you,” you insisted. 

Sebastian frowned, “you’re scared?” 

You looked down, nodding and Sebastian could tell you were struggling holding back the tears. 

“Come here.”

Sebastian quickly shifted, pulling you to sit between his legs resting your back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek and neck. 

“Don’t shut me out, honey. If you’re scared of something you have to talk to me about it. Please?” Sebastian gently pushed, as the tears started to silently fall down your cheeks. You turned a little burying your face against his arm, allowing him to just hold you and calm you for a while. Sebastian kept pressing small kisses to your skin wherever he could reach and running his hand up and down your arm, gently rocking you. 

“What if all of this isn’t over in a few weeks?” You muttered. “I’m fine staying in here with you and the kids. What about when I have to go for my check up in a few days? What if the world is still like this when she is born? What if I get sick when I’m still pregnant or she gets sick at the hospital? What will happen to her?”

Sebastian tightened his hold around you as you talked. It wasn’t like any of those thoughts hadn’t crossed his mind but he also knew the chances were slim. He could reason with himself and keep his own mind in check using facts and statistics, but he also knew from experience those wouldn’t work on you right now. Everything was emotions when you were pregnant and he should have foreseen this. He was pissed at himself that he hadn’t but none of that mattered right now, all that mattered was you. 

“We’ll go by car to the check up. We won’t go until last minute so we won’t have to spend too long in the waiting room,” Sebastian suggested and he started to feel you relax. All you needed was to talk this out and be taken seriously. Sebastian knew you better than he knew himself. “As for the birth. Honey, we still have time. We’ll figure it out. If you feel safer doing it at home and away from the hospital we’ll do that. We’ll talk to Dr. Mcknight about it. You’ll be fine and our daughter will be perfect and healthy just like the other two monkeys next door,” Sebastian smiled, when you giggled against his arm. You are relaxing more now. 

“We’ll figure it out. I promise. Even if we have to stay inside the apartment for a year or two,” Sebastian teased, causing you to groan. 

“Don’t say that,” you complained, looking up at him with a pout Sebastian could help but lean in and kiss away. 

“I could do that though. It wouldn’t be easy, but as long as I have you with me there’s nothing I couldn’t get through,” Sebastian smiled, when you lovingly rolled your eyes at him. 

“Okay that was sappy even for you, Seba” you laughed, squealing when Sebastian started tickling you.

You struggled to get away but all you achieved was somehow getting stuck with Sebastian hovering above you, with a cheeky smile on his face. 

“If you don’t like sappy, I could just make you forget for a while instead,” Sebastian teased wiggling his eyebrows at you, causing you to laugh. 

You reached up, running your fingers through his hair with a small smile on your lips as you pulled him down towards you. 

“Yes please.”

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[elecman108]

Man, I forgot to post 90% of my art here for the past while. I’m gonna do an art dump in this post under the cut. Enjoy the bonk emoji if you don’t click the read more, and man am I dumb and forgetful lmao.

Includes: OCs getting names, a Sonic impression, a D&D map, homosexual energies, a sheep floating in the astral sea, a birthday drawing I already posted, Hex Maniac Ender, D&D Characters, D&D Characters as Miis in Miitopia, Little Hater Axel, local Demon in the consciousness of my D&D character yelling at him, illegal plants, a necromancer being cute, an actual event that happened in a D&D game two days ago, and Mermay drawing.

That’s everything in here as a TL;DR, I guess. Enjoy your day!

I’m gonna try and sort of have them in chronological order, oldest first, but I may end up putting them in the wrong order. If I do... Whoops, I guess?

[04/14/21] - This isn’t really new art, but I started to work on giving the four OCs of mine without a full name full names... I have not finished this bit, though. So Hunter and Akira have full names, and Warlock and Assassin only have temporary names. This may end up like Seven where I put in their names as a temporary name (7th OC I’d made at that time) and it just kind of... sticks. Lmao.

[04/20/21] - Alone on a Friday Night? God, you’re pathetic. I didn’t colour this one because it was a half-attempt at a meme image I still like it, though, so I might end up colouring it. It’s gonna appear again whenever I do my “unfinished drawings art dump” at some point probably in... June? I know I said I’d post them last month but forget it, lmao, it’ll happen eventually.

[04/20/21] - A D&D Map! This was to help me visualize the layout of my D&D character’s ship he used to be on. Also for my DM if they ever put us aboard the ship. The little fella in the corner is just there to vibe. This map is made of free to use assets from This Website, so while I’m gonna say DONT USE MY MAP WITHOUT PERMISSION, feel free to make your own!

[04/26/21] - Lesbian Day of Visibility drawing of yours truly, the disapointment! That’s... really all I have to say about this, honestly. It was just for that one day and that was it, lmao. I mean, I accidentally lined it in dark pink, so.. .That’s different, I guess?

[04/30/21] - Do Astral Seas dream of Ensorcled Sheep? Does the City know what Sheepleb is going to do? What crimes he may commit? Who knows! This was fan art of Critical Role ep. 134 if I remember correctly, right at the end when they jumped into the portal into the astral sea and Caleb was a sheep. Using my knowledge of the German language, I knew the word for “shit”, and had to use it.

[05/07/21] - This was already posted, but it’s going in here to dilinuate that it was drawn at this point. Also, aside from playing Miitopia, this is all I have to show for myself until the 12th.

[05/12/21] - Hex Maniac Ender challenges you to a Pokemon Battle! WIll you win against my team? My sis, who loves fairy types, pointed out to me that there’s a fairy girl and hex maniac duo, so I’d be the hex maniac. I spent... Over a week drawing this, because I basically had to redraw the Hex Maniac art from scratch in a higher quality size, and then draw myself over it. So... You can excuse the low-effort background for once. It was basically this, and then my birthday doodle from May 1st to May 12th, and then I took a break to draw up several D&D characters quickly for fullbody references.

[05/12/21] - Remember this art I made several months ago? I finally added my other two completed characters! I have three more named but without character sheet D&D characters, so for now this is just Kara, Axel, Golden Shadow, Kau, Cecillia, and Miri. Kress, Tempest, and Melia will have to wait until I make character sheets for them to be posted, and... For when I probably make more D&D characters. I have at least 9 additional, incomplete character ideas floating around, so... I’m never gonna be done this art, huh?

[05/12/21] - Speaking of D&D characters, did you know I’ve been making them as Miis in Miitopia? So here is their finished full body art next to their Miitopia self! Some of them look a little off (Golden Shadow, Cecillia) because of limitations of the editor and shading issues, some of them look a little off (Kau, Kress) because this is a human face canvas that I’m using to make a non-human face, and some of them (Melia, Axel) look REALLY GOOD. Common traits among my D&D characters include green eyes and tall. You wanna know why? Because I am tall and... despite having red eyes, I do have green eyes under the coloured contacts.

[05/15/21] - More D&D stuff! This is based around my D&D group’s current Rime of the Frostmaiden campaign where our Goliath Fighter, Nioh, ends up getting a little bit of hate for being cocky, and our little (well over 6′) hater, Axel, is just a man full of irritation. These are the tallest two characters of the group at the moment. Someone send help. Nioh belongs to one of the other D&D players, Axel (and his stupid additude) belongs to me.

[05/15/21] - This is what me playing D&D feels like. Me, the demon entity trapped inside the head of my D&D character, yelling at them to do things while the dice decide that they’re gonna get bopped a hundred times by a yeti and somehow still survive. This is also a reference to our first or second game where I just ran off like sixty feet to one side of the battle map to fight a Crag Cat and was just in Gay Baby Jail until like two turns later when I could run back to the others. I also drew him not in his winter gear even though this is a bit from when we were atop Kelvin’s Carin in an icy cave, so maybe that’s why he’s at low HP.

[05/15/21] - Melia has good gardening tips, such as Use A Mars Mii Trap To Hide A Body Because They Are Endangered And It Is Illegal To Dig Them Up. I love her a lot, because she’s the youngest of four, all four sisters based around the different seasons. She’s based around Autumn, so she’s all orange and yellow and brown and is so cute. Also she’s Chaotic Neutral, as if she didn’t need to be mildly more threatening.

[05/15/21] - Cecillia is my Tiefling gal who lived in a very northern town plagued by cold weather and snow, and Axel is my Pirate guy who spent most of his time further south on the high seas and warmer weather. So, naturally... I’ll use the guy more acclimatized to the hotter weather in the campaign where we spend 99% of it in the snow. She uses Tarot Cards as her spell focus, and I decided to sneak my other D&D characters onto her Tarot cards so naturally, Axel is The Hanged Man, given his backstory and personality. She’s a very cheerful and friendly Tiefling Necromancer of the Hexblade, so she’d for sure take care of those around her to ensure their success. Especially if they’re on her Tarot Cards, and their spirit comes to her aid when she asks for them.

[05/16/21] - Content Warning; Ryma thinks too much into local stupid moron’s lack of knowing how to answer a question and thinks too much into the reputation of Pirates. Poor Axel, man doesn’t know how to socialize with people who aren’t pirates and is used to being hostile towards everyone, so when he’s asked a question that his answer to is “uhh... no?”, he panics and ends up making a mistake that leads him to think that Ryma can read his mind. Ryma belongs to another of the D&D players. I guess me drawing all those spicy Cow Costumed OCs earlier just brought me to drawing Axel being a bottom in this, huh?

[05/16/21] - It’s Mermay, which means more OC drawings! Here’s Theo after drinking some potion that turned him into a mermaid, and Seven, tiredly, collecting his stupid boyfriend so that Lailah can fix the fact he’s turned into a mermaid. Mer!Theo is based around his sword’s colours of indigo-purple with red accents, which looks a little weird since Theo is the Blue one of the group, but... it looks cool, I guess. Seven’s just the same outfit as always, just no gloves this time.

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And that’s it for the art dump! This was, frankly, MASSIVE. I’ll try and remember to upload both on Twitter and Tumblr at the same time, but... Ah... I have been drawing a fair bit. Just mostly sketches and linework that I haven’t finished and may not actually finish. If they’re not completed, I’ll dump them all into something at the end of the month or whatever. Maybe you’ll get the old sketch of the Axel face in panel 3 because in the sketch phase it was an Ahegao face, in the clean sketch it was a lip bite, and in the linework and final it’s just horny face. lmao.

Top ten things I have to remember for drawing: AXEL HAS A SCAR AND GREEN EYES. I remember his eye colour now, but if you look at his fullbody ref, he’s got brown eyes. And, naturally, I keep forgetting to put in his scar. He has more, but most of them are located in areas covered by his clothes. So if I ever draw him shirtless I guess I’ll have to place them somewhere.

Also maybe finish the reference sheets I have left to finish so I can post more of them, since I have two “Pets” completed (Roko and Mona’s nameless pet), but I have to do up Hunter, Warlock, Assassin, Akira, Myuut, and Stella. I’m betting when I do complete two more, it’ll be Hunter and Akira. Those two are the most fun to draw, at least.

[touchingoldmagic]

Day 22 - Screencap Redraw

Day 22 of the 30 Day Ghostbusters Challenge!

Author’s Notes: Well I had to think outside the box for this one. I decided to redo a scene I liked and put a bit of my own spin on it. Spoilers for one of the last levels of the 2009 video game.

The dark.

"Stop, please."

Stop what?

A prickling sensation across his chest, then a sharp pinch, like a needle just above his heart. He gasped. "Hurts."

Your pain is needed.

The piercing sensation became a jet of agony, joining with a myriad of other aches across his body. He felt like his fingernails were being pulled, his arms separated from his shoulder blades, his neck forced back to an unnatural angle.

The pain at least brought with it a clarity of thought. He felt more connected to his body now, realized he could try to move but was restrained. Not bound or tied up, but somehow completely held immobile over his entire body. Including his face. He now realized he had not been speaking out loud, but something had been answering his disjointed thoughts regardless.

This was very unnerving.

His blindness and inability to move were creating a sensation not unlike sensory deprivation. The pain and his emotional reaction were making concentration difficult. To combat the effects, he attempted to reminded himself of the equations he had been working on at HQ before this incident started. Ray and the Rookie had, as far as he was aware, evaded capture. There was no need to panic. Yet.

His mental catalog was interrupted by a faint sound on the edge of his hearing. As it was the only focal point he currently had, it wasn't difficult to bring his focus to bear on it. The sound terminated, then came again. A few beats later, he heard it again, louder. It had the regular cyclical pulse of machinery but was not being deployed in a continuous or patterned fashion. Most likely, therefore, a machine wielded by a human being. From there his scattered thoughts easily leaped to the obvious: it was a machine he knew very well.

It was an immense effort to speak. His thoughts were becoming more cohesive, and he knew his radio was still on. Whether or not it could broadcast inside his confinement was uncertain, but the only way to test the theory was to speak.

It was very disconcerting that it took several seconds to remember how to try.

Finally he was able to cough. He felt his throat constrict, heard the sound. He took a shuddering breath and forced the words out, "I can hear my equipment, and it appears to be getting louder. I believe you're approaching my location." His words echoed slightly and he still couldn't see anything, giving the impression that he was at the bottom of a very deep, very small hole.

Then there was nothing to do but wait in the dark. The elation wore off surprisingly quickly.

A crack of brilliance suddenly split the universe like a shaft of lightning, then widened. Squeezing his eyes shut against the glare did little to help; he could feel tears of pain slide down his cheeks as his eyes struggled to adjust to the brightness. Before he could get control of himself, he was ejected from the tomb that held him. He slumped forward, tried to catch himself but lost his balance. His knees hit the metal floor hard enough to jar his patellas.

"Egon! You okay?" Winston's voice hovered over him. He still couldn't see, but he could hear the sound of one other body moving, to his immediate left. That wasn't good. There should have been four. Wait, Ray was on the ship. Only three, then. Where was Peter?

Waving off Winston's offered hand, Egon pushed himself up to his feet on his own, bracing his hands on his thighs. He squinted until his eyesight adjusted and their dim surroundings came into focus. They were still underground. Automatically he checked his pack; it seemed unharmed from his incarceration. Then he squinted at what he had just fallen out of.

It was some sort of combination of biological and mechanical. It appeared like an alien version of an Egyptian sarcophagus. A machine created by the will of the damned.

Their Rookie employee stood next to him, hand still raised in front of the machine as if he had just released Egon from its insides. He shook his head at the machine with an expression of disgust.

"I believe they were designed to drain the soul of a person in order to feed a larger infernal device," Egon croaked. He vaguely remembered a voice, maddeningly calm, speaking to him.

"Sounds cheerful," Winston deadpanned. The Rookie raised an eyebrow at him, causing the ex-marine to shrug. "Someone's gotta fill the sarcasm quota until we find Peter."

Egon straightened, drew a full breath into his body and was encouraged when the movement didn't bring any new pain. "Yes, we should hurry," he said.

"Peter has already rescued himself, thank you," a voice announced from ahead and above them. Relieved, Egon craned his neck and saw his last teammate coming down a metal scaffolding from another level. The architecture here was truly astounding.

"Take your time, no need to hurry," Peter snorted at them. "My soul sucker was running low on juice." He tipped the end of his thrower over his shoulder, back the way he had come. "Or something."

"Well they don't run very well if you've got no soul to suck out," Winston pointed out.

"Ha ha." Peter tipped an imaginary hat at Winston in acknowledgment of the verbal hit.

"Gentlemen, if we could finish this and go home, please," Egon directed. Next to him, the Rookie nodded his head eagerly.

"Right," Peter agreed. He hefted his thrower. "Let's get out of this cesspit and back to the cesspit we know and love."

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control [jeremy h. x squipped!reader] pt.6

hey gamers, remember when i was a writer?

i anticipate one more part to this fic before i wrap it up completely, and maybe i wont take four months to write this one-

warnings: none, to be honest? theres like. some angsty conversation but its not much or super heavy.

            The next morning, Jeremy Heere woke up to a foggy mind and new weight on his chest and side. He blinked in the light of day peeking through the blinds, drew in a deep breath, and realize this was definitely not his bedroom. At first he froze, looking to his side - where you had curled up close to him, peacefully sleeping. Then he remembered everything, all within an instant, and it was like the storm that had been brewing inside of him suddenly ceased.

           Okay. Okay. This was fine. Jeremy pressed himself back into the bed, shutting his eyes - you were probably just cold, and since he was there, you just - you must have gravitated his way. It made sense. It made complete sense, actually - you were definitely still somewhat sick, so being cold made sense for you. With you curled up close to him, he couldn’t move without the risk of waking you up. So he stayed still, eyes shut as he listened to the soft sound of your breathing, acutely aware of how warm you were beside him. Why was he so... tuned into that? You were asleep. You were alive. Yet it was almost as if that was a foreign concept as he observed how warm you were, flush against his side, and how peaceful you looked when he stole a glance towards you.

           So he laid back and shut his eyes, and tried to fall back asleep for a little longer and not think about the way that his arm had slightly draped over you-

           Luckily, that didn’t last long. He felt you stir awake, before the weight of you on his chest was gone and he was left yearning for that little bit of warmth. He listened to you stifle a yawn. 

           “Shit.” Your voice was quiet. “Hey, uh, Jer?” You reached out, gently shaking him. “C’mon, dude-”

           He feigned waking up as well as he could, and thankfully it seemed to fool you. “Mm?” He hummed as he looked up at you. You were bathed in the pretty sunlight of morning and that caught his attention more than it should.

           “Does your dad know you’re here?” You asked.

           He sat forward slowly, shifting into a more comfortable position. “I’m pretty sure he knows I’m Heere, [y/n]-”

           Immediately, you jabbed him with your elbow. “That was fucking terrible, Jeremy.”

           He smiled a little, the remnants of sleep having taken hold of him. He stifled a yawn, “no, uh, I didn’t - I didn’t really say anything-”

           “Then... you should go home.” You froze for a moment, looking toward your bedroom door, “fuck, my parents don’t know you’re here and, uh,” you looked back at him, “they’re... gonna question why I have a guy in my room.”

           He watched you crawl off of your bed, standing and stretching for a moment before heading towards your door. You held a finger up, slowly cracking your door open to peek out into the hallway, before quickly slipping through and shutting the door behind you. He stifled a yawn as he, too, climbed out of the bed with nothing but a fatigue in his bones and a weird light in his chest - and he paused as he caught sight of a Gameboy color sitting on your desk, the faded grape color having caught his eye in its contrast to your desk. He took a small step over, picking it up and pulling the game cartridge from it - and he smiled at the chubby, determined Pikachu that met him. You’d changed - that much was certain - but... there were little pieces of you still scattered about. While he never knew you to be a flower person (after all - he had caught a glimpse of dried sunflowers sitting on your desk, and a sticky note next to them to figure out where to put them that looked faded from light), or someone who... who used people, you were still you in lovely little ways that made him crack a smile and made him wonder just how many things weren’t you before? How many things exactly had been scripted out for you to follow? His stomach twisted at the thought. 

           Then he stumbled across your sketchbook, and did an act that he felt in his bones would be utter betrayal to you: he opened it. He hadn’t seen your art in so long, and his curiosity would have eaten him up if he hadn’t at least peeked at what you had been up to. Besides... you had to have improved, right? He knew that. He knew art was a huge part of your life and who you are, and he just-

           He recognized your art. Not in the sense of it hasn’t changed, because it had drastically changed from the shitty anime style with too-pointy features and stiff poses (not that he saw anything really wrong with that - you were young, you were practicing, and even if you hadn’t improved you were in love with what you were doing). He’d seen these sketches before, posted online from an artist he followed who had actually posted not too long ago an apology for their absence. The timing was too right, the details too exact. He snapped it shut quickly the moment he heard the doorknob jiggle, turning to face you immediately as he pushed it back onto the desk behind him.

           You stared at him upon opening the door, his panicked expression definitely giving him away. “Uh... you alright?”

           “Yes!” Jeremy had said it too quickly, too suddenly, and you raised a brow before he continued, “I’m, uh, I’m fine - are your parents-”

           “... Gone,” you said, leaving your door open as you walked towards him, “are you sure you’re alright?”

           “I just. I, uh. Please don’t be mad.” Jeremy stepped aside, looking back towards your sketchbook, “I, uh, peeked.”

           “You looked?” you said, more confused than angry - and he was thankful for that. “Okay?”

           “You aren’t mad?”

           “I mean... you didn’t, like, destroy anything, right?” You flipped open the sketchbook, only to pause as you realized which one he had looked into - because you had been keeping two sketchbooks, one for on-the-go that was smaller and fit into your bag and another that you often left at home unless you were going on a long trip or had any other excuse to carry it with you. The one that you used for the pieces you planned, or the ones you sketched with the intent of posting them online.

           “I, uh... why, uh, why didn’t you tell us?”

           “Us?” You raised a brow, shutting the book as you turned away from it. “Oh. Michael. Look, Jeremy, I... considered it, but... I dunno, there’s a reason I use an alias online-”

           He turned shades of red before you, averting his gaze as he understood  -mentally kicking himself for a stupid question. “That’s fine! I just - I’m, uh, surprised. You’ve... you’ve really improved, you know?”

           He had caught a glimpse of your smile as you ran your fingers down the textures cover of your sketchbook. “Drawing every day does that,” you admitted with a casual shrug, before shaking your head to dismiss any further thoughts and you looked back up at him, “c’mon. I’ll walk you home.”

          Jeremy swore he knew too much about you.

          The thought hadn’t occurred to him until one day during lunch, where you were sitting next to Michael and talking about dumb things that made you laugh - and he noticed how there was a small wrinkle in your nose when you laughed or smiled hard enough. But you laughed at the same jokes, and, fuck, was it possible to have missed someone’s laugh? 

          But there was Christine. He liked Christine. He knew he liked Christine. Besides - you seem so close to Rich, how are you two not dating? He was always so touchy with you, an arm around your waist casually and he knew so many facts about you.

          But then again, Jeremy also knew a lot about you. He knew your favorite candy hadn’t changed (Sour Patch Kids, specifically the watermelon ones), and that you loved the peach-mango slushies from Wawa (and the lemon bars, and the sourdough melts with pepperoni). He knew you loved art so much, and he loved watching you draw and the way you furrowed your brow in frustration while paying such close attention to every little action you took whil eerasing and redrawing different parts over and over. He knew you painted your nails black without a care, and he remembered the day you had offered to paint his nails and Michael’s too (and Michael had been the one to take you up on that offer, Jeremy too nervous and flustered to say yes - how would he even explain that to his dad?).

          Then there was the way you always joked alongside him. Michael was used to his lame puns and stupid jokes, usually elbowing him playfully at the first painfully bad pun before meeting the rest with a groan feigned with annoyance - but you? You laughed at him, and you made shitty puns back, and you made him smile. There was something so beautiful in your smile, and god - you were like sunshine to him. Even when you were tormented by the bullshit you’d gone through, you still had the kind of presence who lit up a room and you were still the kind of person whose presence he sort of hungrily drank in because you were so warm and loving and so, so damn nerdy that you felt like home. 

          And one day it was just you and him and Michael. Michael left the room, door left open as he meandered through the Heere household with expertise - and you lit up at something. And you nudged him, pointing over forwards the faded planet stickers still stuck to his bedroom door. And he smiled: you remembered them. He couldn’t believe that you would remember such a little detail like that, but... it made him feel important, in the weirdest way, and maybe he was greedy for chasing that feeling but it was so good that he was willing to accept another religion’s deadly sin if it meant he’d feel important.

          And he finds himself listening to Spotify on lazy afternoons after classes, and he hears you in some songs. So he sort of smiled at that after the first few times it had happened, and made a new playlist with your name as the title - with the intention of finding some image to throw into onto it later. Michael caught him adding music to it one day, and he sorta laughed at it before nudging him.

          “So where’s my playlist, Jer?”

          Jeremy laughed it off.

          And then it clicked in Michael’s mind as he looked at him, taking in the sight of the faint flush to the scrawny boy’s face as he went back to what he had been doing without much of a second thought and that stupid dreamy look in his eye that Michael had seen so many times before. “You like [y/n], don’t you?”

          “What? No!” he immediately said, spinning his chair and pushing away as he looked at Michael. Then the guilt set in quick, regret pooling deep in his stomach with a nasty poison to it all. That’s when he first started to sort-of realize that you were more than a friend in his mind. But he finished your playlist that night anyway (at least - finished enough, even if he would add more tasty jams for you to enjoy at a later date) and he sent it to you. 

          The heart emojis you sent back made him smile.

          The sticky summer heat enveloped you as you took a slow, cautious step onto the front porch. Even at night, you felt as if you’d completely melt if you stayed outside for too long. But you needed this moment to yourself, to breathe and stand outside in the quiet. To pretend that Michael wasn’t snoring inside. Besides - it’d just be a few minutes. You sank down onto the porch swing that was definitely relatively new considering Michael absolutely didn’t have this a few years ago. You’d remember if he did. It swayed underneath your weight, and you shut your eyes for a moment and breathe. And it was just you. 

          Then the door creaked open, and you opened your eyes to see Jeremy standing halfway in the doorway, leaning out to look at you. At first he acted as if he were going to speak - but he stepped out, shutting the door behind him as he approached you.

          He stopped at the edge of the swing, curling his fingers around the chain at his end. He stood there nervously, fiddling with the metal absentmindedly before he finally took in a deep breath to calm his nerves.“Are you okay?” He asked, voice quiet and laced with the dwindling remnants of sleep. 

          You nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine.” And you were. Tired, sure, but you were okay and you’d trade anything to just be okay forever.

          Jeremy sat down next to you, absentmindedly rocking the swing back and forth. “Are you sure?”

          “Yeah,” you nodded, “I just forgot how loudly Michael snores.”

          He raised a brow at that. “How did you forget?”

          You shrugged. “It’s been a while-”

          “Yeah,” he said, “but - what’s your secret, [y/n]?” He smiled at you, “I’d do anything to forget that.”

          You couldn’t help but crack a smile in return. But you didn’t respond, instead looking back out.

          So Jeremy spoke again. “Can... Can I ask you something?”

          “You just did,” you said without a second thought, before looking to him, “but yeah, sure.”

          “You, uh, you don’t have to answer or anything, since, I, uh, I know how bad it was but...” He paused for a beat, taking in another breath to calm himself. “What was it like?”

          You understood. “It’s like...” You started, pressing your lips together as you searched for the words. “It’s just a constant voice in the back of your head. Like - y’know how it feels to second guess yourself sometimes?” He nodded. You continued, “it’s - it’s sorta like that, but instead of being hard on yourself for that, you have something else making the decision to give you shit for it every fucking moment.” You wrapped your fingers around your other wrist, acutely aware of the electrical scars that now reside there, “I don’t want to go back to that.”

          “I’m sorry-” He started. Then he went wide-eyed, “wait, fuck, you did this for me, right?”

          “Not entirely,” you shrugged. “I mean... Rich said it’d make me cool. That people would like me, and... then, after I took it, it said it’d help make you like me.” You paused, “ugh, god, that sounds so fucking stupid when I think about it.” 

          “It’s not,” he said, a little too quickly, “I mean - I think it makes sense, since... I dunno, we all want to be liked, I guess?”

          You blurted out your thoughts, “it wanted to... to get to you, too.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment. “Sorry, it - it just said you were, uh, the perfect candidate.” You forced a bitter laugh past your lips, “I wonder what the criteria for that is.” But you turned gentle, voice soft. “I, uh, I said no. You didn’t deserve... that. You deserve to be yourself, Jeremy.”

          For the longest time, he was quiet. But he finally looked over at you for a moment, “what if it had been me?”

          “What?”

          “What if... y’know... it had been me instead of you?”

          “I... I don’t know.” You pressed your lips together into a thin, tight line as you mulled the thought over. “I don’t think we’d be sitting here right now.” Nervously, you scratched at the back of your neck. “And I think you’d be a huge dick, to be honest.”

          “What!?” He turned back to you, “why?”

          Your laugh was light, airy, forced. “Just a feeling.” A smile ghosted over your lips as you looked away. “You still like Christine, right?”

          That caught him off guard. “Uh - yeah, I mean - I do, but - it’s, uh, it’s complicated.” He frowned.

          “Oh,” you smiled, genuine this time, and turned back to him. “Another crush? That’s... actually really valid.”

         “What about you?” He asked, and he ignored the hope that rose and quaked in fear inside of his chest.

         You merely shrugged. “I don’t know. I... haven’t really thought about how I feel in a while. But... I think I like someone.” You paused to laugh the thought off, “god, I feel like a kid saying it like that, but...”

         And then you paused again. 

         “Oh my god.” You looked at Jeremy, “we’re seniors.”

         In time, he wouldn’t remember the conversation exactly. He remembered the vague outline - college, majors, high school, and for a moment sex, before the air felt awkward (in... a weird way that felt good and weird at the same time, and he couldn’t exactly define why). You stood up, stretching as you turned to head back inside, and you said something to him that he didn’t remember because, if he was honest, he was lost in the way you looked in the light of the moon and stars and it made him feel like a big fucking sap. He followed you inside after a moment, laughing off the spaced-out behavior, and descended into the depth of Michael’s basement with a hope that he would get some good sleep - and if he couldn’t, he hoped at least you would. One of you should at least make it through the night with this sleeping dragon nearby.

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Batfam Hairstyle Chart by Fade31415

Well I drew my four favorite Batfam with their hairstyles throughout the years. I tried to put a little bit of explanation in the pic, but just in case: the first hairstyle is just my best attempt at drawing what he looks like in the new teen titans 1980s comics. his face looks a little softer here cuz he's an adult, but still very young like 18 or 19 or something.

the next 3 hairstyles (the ponytail and bun are the long haired one, but up) are my attempt at modernizing the mullet. Presumably due to the sliding time scale of comics, Dick never actually had a mullet, since that was very 90s specific. But I wanted to keep the long hair theme so I just let him have grown his hair out, which is hopefully not time specific (though obviously I think how common it is changes w/ time). then there's the one he had for like... a very long time. Just slightly long like he's spending a couple months between hair cuts. Then his grayson hair (to the best of my ability) and his rebirth hair. Not gonna lie. I'm not a fan of how I drew his rebirth hair. i'm not sure if I drew it wrong (I referenced the better than batman vol 1 cover) or if it just looks like a hairstyle someone slightly younger than he is would have (IIRC in Rebirth he's canonically 25 or 26? in my timeline he's 31. I asked my twin and they said they assumed someone who's 18-22 would wear this hairstyle)

I skipped all batgirl hairstyles because to the best of my knowledge, people just draw barbara with long hair most of the time. This was only significant because her hair is regrowing after she gets it cut off for the start of 1990s Birds of Prey comics (and my favorite option is the short haired first one  but they always draw her with long hair why!!)

next cassandra cain: full disclosure. I have no clue whether these were intended to be three different hairstyles or if it was just art evolution (the first two I referenced how Damion Scott draws her in Batgirl 2000. she changes it from the clunkier looking first one to the second one at some point and starts wearing lipstick). the second I referenced how she appears as black bat. I have no clue if she's supposed to have canonically changed her hair style or if its just how each artist draws hair at that length but. I interpreted them as different styles cuz they cover like 3 or 4 years of continuity she’s allowed to change her hair in there.

she also gets lipstick for the second pic cuz IIRC she started wearing lipstick there (and it was compared to the previous image by the same artist where she didn’t have any, so it wasn’t just a case of “all female characters have lipstick.”) I think it also kind of fits because she’s sort of finding herself out there? but obviously I decided she eventually decides to stop wearing it day-to-day for the third image

Final is Damian. he was hard cuz I had to redraw his FACE since he is a kid and still growing.

baby one is as he appears in batman and robin (2009 and 2011). I reffed more of the 2011 hairstyle cuz I ref patrick gleason's art for most of my damian stuff. the second two hairstyles are the same length (one is just slicked back) and how he appeared in Robin son of batman but got that was hard to draw I have no clue if it came across right. the last one is Rebirth. I referenced more how patrick gleason drew him when he appeared in superman, rather than hwo he appears in supersons, because to be honest, i don't care for the art in supersons.

EXTREMELY LONG IMAGE DESCRIPTION UNDER CUT

[image: a hairstyle chart for four DC characters. The first is Dick Grayson. first we see how he appeared in the new teen titans. he has short-ish hair that’s parted to his right. the next image has long hair (it goes past his shoulders and we can’t see where it ends, cuz this is only a neck up picture). next to that he has his long hair pupled up in a pony tail with two strands hanging down, then his hair pulled up into a bun. these three are labelled: “Down, Ponytail as Nightwing, and Bun as Civilian” and then “Modernized ‘mullet’ kept long hair made it something someone might wear when it’s not the 90s.”

the next picture shows him with hair that goes down past his ears and nose and parted in the middle, and then a little longer in the back, down past the nape of his neck. it is labelled “post haircut nightwing and batman hair” the third image shows him with pretty short hair thats combed back except for two strands. this is labelled “Grayson hair.” and the last shows him with short hair in a sort of oval or sleek shape? it’s hard to describe. maybe it’s slightly layered. this is labelled “rebirth hair”.

the next image shows Barbara Gordon. in each she’s wearing yellow lensed glasses. her first hairstyle is labelled “90s oracle” and it goes past her ears in the front and past the nape of her neck in the back. the next hairstyle looks like she’s been growing the previous one out. it would go about to her collarbones.  it’s labelled “Mid 2000s oracle.” the next hairstyle is very long and we can’t see where ends, because we only see her head. the hairstyle next to this one has the same length, but is pulled up in a messy loose bun. these are labelled “2009 when steph is batgirl”.

the next three images are all cass with shoulder length hair, but how it’s styled is different. the first is has a kind of blocky rectangular shape on her bangs, which go past her the bottom of her nose. this is labelled “first batgirl hairstyle.” her second batgirl hairstyle looks sleeker and kind of has a round silhouette from the outside, and her bangs have now been combed into the rest of her hair so we can’t see them anymore. she’s wearing purple lipstick here (but in no other images). the final image (labelled “Black bat hair”) is kind of sleek like the second one, but her hair flips out at the ends, giving her a more convex silhouette.

the last character is damian. because he’s a kid, his face looks slightly different for each hairstyle. as a 10 year old his face is very round and he has prominent cheeks and his hair is very short (probably each strand is half an inch to an inch in length) and combed forward. this is labelled “batman and robin 2009-2011″ the next two hairstyles are when he’s 11 or 12, his cheeks are slightly less chubby. his hair is combed forward in the first one, like it was in the previous one, but is now longer, probably 3 inches in length or so? this is labelled “as robin.” there is a picture of him at the same age but with his hair combed back, and this is labelled “as a civilian.” the final image shows Damian when he’s 12 or 13. he has hair that’s about 2 or so inches long and combed back, and the sides are cropped very close and shaved around the ears. end image]

[goldngguk]

red // 05

part one of trilogy series

warnings // fluffy cuteness, jealous kookie

word count // 2.3k

trilogy masterlist

Don't do it. It won't end well, you know that. You can't let this happen. But then again, maybe there's no point in trying. Maybe this is all inevitable. Maybe you don't have a choice. Do we ever?

She was startled awake to the sound of loud vibrations against her bedside table. The wood trembled from the sensations of her phone as it received a new message. She groaned, rolling over and stretching for the device.

She laid her head against her pillow trying to recall what her dream had been about. It didn't really even feel like a dream. It was more like the voice in her head speaking to her through the darkness. But what was it talking about? Too exhausted to think or get up, she set her phone down only to watch it vibrate again when a new message popped up.

《???:》 Y/n?

She blinked at the unknown number for a few seconds before remembering who it was. She had given him her number at the café the day before during their conversation. She immediately added the number to a new contact.

Jungkook sat on a couch in his dorm room pleading with himself not to sound so cringeworthy. Forcing a conversation with her was something he did not want to do, especially if it was about something as unimportant as her obviously messed up sleep schedule.

He chuckled at the message causing Yoongi to look up from the burrito of blankets he had wrapped himself with. "What's so funny?"

Jungkook glanced up at his older roommate before shaking his head. "It's nothing, hyung. Go back to your nap."

"It's okay. I should be getting up now anyway. They'll call us down soon." Yoongi rolled out of bed and Jungkook's eyes went back to his phone.

-

After showering and finishing her hair and makeup, Y/n headed for the filming room.

"Hey, Y/n!"

Jimin jogged up beside her. "How are you today?"

"I'm good, thanks. I'm ready to get to work."

Jimin giggled. "Me too. I don't like to sit for too long." Y/n smiled and the two walked together to meet the group.

"Oh, look who's late," Jungkook said when Jimin entered the room.

"I am not late!"

"Everyone else is already here though," he smirked. Hobi laughed and punched him in the arm.

"You haven't even started yet! Besides, Y/n came with me!"

Jungkook's eyes flickered towards hers as she followed Jimin into the room. He felt his stomach drop. Why is she with him? Were they together? What were they doing? He watched the questions consume his mind. I don't like it.

Y/n took a seat next to him, immediately making his negative thoughts disappear. "Hi," she smiled.

"Hello." He tried to choke back the next sentence, but it seemed he couldn't help himself; it just slipped out. "You look pretty."

"Oh, thanks," she replied before turning her attention towards the staff who would be directing the episode.

Jungkook nodded and looked down to play with his thumbs. I can't believe I just said that. It seemed like all of his confidence from the night before flew right out the window when he saw her come in with Jimin. Of course, he wouldn't be a problem for Jungkook; the golden maknae who could do anything. At least he hoped not. He really hoped not.

The staff finished putting the set together and began to record. The first episode of the second season (ep. 21) of Run would be a relaxed episode, saving the more intense games and plots for later. Today would be a board game competition. “You will split up into two teams of six and play two out of three games. The third game will be all vs. all. If the winner of the third game is from the losing team of the first two games, the team can avoid the punishment picked by the staff.” The members nodded and began to decide their teams. The first group included Jimin, Yoongi, Taehyung, Hayden, Hobi, and Maya. The opposing team was made up of Jin, Mason, Namjoon, Y/n, Jungkook, and Cyrus. “Now that the teams are made, we will discuss the first game. It's water beads. There is a piece of filter paper placed on a hollow stand. Each of you will drop a bead or a drop of water onto the paper. The person to make the beads break and fall through the paper is the loser.”

Each team took turns adding beads until the overconfident Kim Seokjin decided to push his luck and dump a straw full of water onto the paper. Needless to say, the paper broke and Jin's team lost the first game. “Well that didn't go as planned,” he shook his head as Jungkook slapped his shoulder.

The second game was a test for the BTS members to see how many English words they could memorize on a card in ten seconds without the help of Culture. Jin recited five of his six words, while Namjoon got all of his. “Dog, dinosaur, duck, jello, jam, jerk, cracker, crocodile…”

Jimin snickered before attempting to mock him. “Crocodoll,” he said with a roll of his tongue. Hobi joined his fun, giggling, “Crocodiiiile.”

Jungkook went last. He looked up in thought before remembering his words. “Stream, strong, streamer, rabbit, ring, rocket. Was that it? I think that's all I have.” Everyone praised him for his memory and dialect.

“That was really good, Jungkook!” Y/n said, patting him on the back. His cheeks turned rosey and he smiled back at her. After watching the other team crash and burn, it was decided that Jungkook's team was the winner of the second game.

The third game which would be played individually was Uno. Within a few times around the circle, Y/n was the first to go out. She jumped from her spot and took a seat on the couch behind them. Taehyung seemed to not fully understand the concept of the game. “Tae,” Joon said, slapping him on the knee. “You didn't say uno. You have to draw four cards.” This went on for a while until the members made a game out of it.

“Okay guys, he gets it. You have to let him say it when he lays his card down.” Without even realizing how it happened, Taehyung went out and got second place. Hobi was right behind him.

After a few more rounds, Y/n laid her hand on Jungkook's shoulder and discreetly held up a 1 until he realized. “UNO!” He gasped. “Uno, uno, uno, uno!” He flung his final card across the room causing everyone to bust out in a fit of laughter. Only a minute later did he play the card and get fourth place.

“You would have lost if I hadn't told you,” she giggled as Jungkook held up his hand for a high five.

“They didn't even notice!” They both laughed as they watched the game continue until it was just Jimin and Yoongi left. In order to save time, the boys decided they would draw cards. Whoever held the highest card would be the last winner. Jimin drew a green eight while Yoongi played a red reverse.

“What is that worth? Did we even establish this card?”

Jimin waved his hand at him. “It's okay, hyung. I'll allow it. You can redraw.”

“Awww,” Y/n cooed. “Jimin, that's so sweet.”

Jungkook's gaze shot between Jimin and Y/n. Sweet? What is that supposed to mean? Does she like him? He could feel his face heat up for the hundredth time that week and his fists clenched into balls-- not that Jimin was any threat to him. He couldn't possibly be.

Yoongi drew a draw 4 card, making Jimin the loser despite his good sportsmanship. “That's okay, Chim. You're still the best sport here.” At this point, Jungkook's blood was boiling. Jimin was stealing all of her attention. He needed to do something, anything that would bring her back to him. He noticed the way she leaned on the couch, exposing her hand on the cushion next to him. He slowly crept his hand closer until his fingers feathered over hers. She immediately looked up at him, but she didn't withdraw due to the considerable amount of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. What is he doing?

He mentally celebrated his success before pulling his hand away. Jimin who?

The twelvesome wrapped the shoot and the staff declared dinner would be ready soon. The punishment for Jimin's team was to clean up afterward.

“Hey, Y/n. C'mere for a sec.”

Hayden and Maya were still standing in the middle of the room. She turned in her heels dramatically and made her way to them.

“Yeah?”

“So, Maya's been filling me in on a few things-”

“Oh good god, Maya what did you tell him?” She asked her sternly.

“Just what he needs to know. I'll be going now.” She winked at Y/n and left the room with a swing in her step.

“I swear that girl gets on my nerves sometimes.”

“Don't change the subject. As your very best friend, I demand to know what's going on between you and Jungkook.”

“Hayden, nothing is going on between us! We literally met three days ago, and you know Maya! She's always trying to hook me up with random people. This is no different.”

Hayden nodded his head, staring at her suspiciously. “So you would tell me if something was going on?”

“Of course! What about me do you not know?”

“Okay, Y/n. I believe you. I just think Jungkook might have an eye for you.”

“Good grief.”

“That's all I'm saying. He's showing signs and I think we've all noticed.”

“Kay Sherlock, I'll be sure to keep you posted. Can we go eat now? I'm starving.”

“Yeah yeah, let's eat. But seriously-”

“Hayden!”

-

After an uneventful dinner, everyone turned in for the night. When arriving at their dorm, Y/n shoved Maya inside and kicked the door shut behind her. “Why would you talk to Hayden? We talked about this. It's nothing and I don't understand why you keep insisting that it is.”

“I'm sorry, Y/nickname. I didn't think you'd be that pressed about it.” Y/n followed her into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

“I'm not pressed, Maya. I'm tired. You always do this. Every time I interact with a male that isn't in our band, you blow it out of proportion. I don't want a boyfriend. If I did, I would have one. But I don't. I thought that after everything I went through with Luke that you would understand that.”

“I know. You're right. I just get so excited when you loosen up. You work so hard all the time and I care about your feelings. I want you to be happy.” Exiting the bathroom, the two sat on their mattresses to face each other. Maya looked into Y/n's eyes, reading her like an open book. “I know you're lonely,” she spoke softly.

“I'm not lonely, My. I have the greatest friends in the world to share my life with. And I know you care.”

“That's not what I meant,” she said tilting her head endearingly.

“I know what you meant. But I don't have time for that kind of thing. In our career, you have to decide what you want; love or success. You can't have both. Between the touring, the practice and recording, red carpets and events, press following around every corner; it can be too much for some people to understand.”

“I think there's someone who understands that perfectly.”

“Which only means double the time apart.”

“So celebrities and normal people alike are both no-nos.”

“Now you're getting it.”

“Okay! Okay, I'll leave you alone. Just- at least think about it. I really think having a little fun could be good for you right now.”

“If it will make you feel better, then fine. I will. Now go to sleep.” The girls each climbed into their beds-Maya almost immediately drifting off. Before Y/n could shut her eyes, she heard her phone vibrating.

a.n. // DO NOT PAY ATTENTION TO THE TIMES IN THE TEXTS. THEY ARE NOT CORRESPONDENT TO THE STORY. Oooh, who's Luke? And what does he have to do with you?

taglist // @darkdragonskies @kalisica

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Yugioh S2 Ep 10: We Finally Found Tea

Well, lets turn on some Yugioh and see what Hellish Nightmare is drawn on a children’s card today

Fair reminder, my 9 year old nephew is terrified of Little Witch Academia and made me turn it off after 3 episodes.

And is that demonic flesh thing with the red eyes ever a contrasting aesthetic to what comes directly after it--four sweet children with cute matching outfits

Anyways, Mokuba has allowed the fight between Joey and Roba to continue, despite the fact that if Roba somehow won at this point, Mokuba would not have allowed it. The outcome seems pretty fixed and can only really go one way, but this is almost nearly always the case when Joey gets in a duel.

Like, I can make a list--but then I’d have to remember sooo many details about S1 but when was the last time Joey had a duel that wasn’t completely one sided/a sham? Rex? Like was it just Rex? I mean dueling Yugi kiiiiind of but like...Yugi’s a card wizard so even then it’s like...this is just Joey’s life I guess.

But, this show will do whatever it can to make us forget that all of this with Mokuba Just happened and Just went down and that there’s really no real threat to Joey. And so it does that by holding Joey accountable for the ultimate Joey guilt if he loses, which is making his sister feel...sad?

Listen I’m happy shes soon to not be blind anymore but like I think we gotta stop using Blind Sister as some sort of Joey motivation, like...she’s fine. I have a really hard time believing that she will truly be so upset if her brother loses a card game that her brother already knows will absolutely kill him if he ends up in the final 2.

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And Tea’s still lost, but at least now she has some company

And then just whips this out of her purse, to my utter disbelief.

She has been lost for 3 episodes! The girl has a PHONE and she has been lost for 3 episodes? And like, sure, maybe the boys haven’t been given the hand me down family phone yet, but like...they do have her number, right? Like at any point any of her friends could have called her? What does she use that for, if not to keep tabs on her three (four) friends that are constantly about to die?

As Joey is trying to ignore Rex, who is standing in for Yugi, (as Yugi is standing about 300 feet above him because for some reason he is convinced this will help Joey more than by just saying “you can do it” on the sidelines) Serenity tells Tristan straight up everyone needs to stop using her as a plot device.

Her explanation is a little weird but I’ll take it.

I spent about 2 more hours looking for this shirt IRL. No dice.

As Joey decides that he’s going to concede (which would have been actually really great it he conceded and forced Mokuba to run down from the roof and be like “all y’all are going to card jail because you cheated and Joey isn’t even supposed to be in this tourney OMG”) Tea and Grandpa run over to give him some inspiring message about how his sister is beside him or something?

It’s amazing at how easily Joey forgets his sister. Should really wear her picture in a necklace around his neck like the Kaiba’s do. Hell, maybe that’s why the Kaiba’s still do it, now that their brains have been shuffled more than cards.

So Pharaoh stepped out this game because he wanted to see Joey win on his own and without the support of his friends, only to prove that Joey absolutely cannot win on his own because he needed Tea and Grandpa to show up anyway.

The Hell is your face Grandpa?

And because we haven’t seen Yugi in a few episodes, it’s been a while since we’ve seen a complete meltdown. So lets see Esper Roba completely melt down on stage and suffer virtually no consequences for it.

And normally I’d be talking about how there’s just no consequences for that, huh? But instead, I want to fixate on something else, because look who I found entirely by accident:

I am so floored!

Like why would you REDRAW this background????

It’s really lucky that I capped these two at almost the same position--I would have never realized this otherwise, but what’s super fascinating from an artist standpoint is that instead of just using the same cel of people on both episodes (which is really normal in shows like this because crowd scenes are hell to draw) they ... traced over it? But slightly different?

Like the guys next to him are the same models but shifted a little. I’m pretty sure the tube top girl is also there on the left edge?

I mean this explains why that guy has a suit case in an arcade if he’s just a generic crowd boy they pulled from another episode but like...whhhhyyyyy?

Like maybe perhaps one of these was zoomed in and they had to redraw it at a different ratio? We’re still using cels at this point I believe, I don’t think the show was totally digital yet.

But, if you have to redraw the whole thing anyway, why not just shuffle them? Or like change even the color of their clothes and hair? Was this just given to an intern, like “OK kid, draw me a crowd scene, youknow, one like this?” and then when the intern drew the exact same scene and they were like “oops! Well...maybe no one will notice?”

That’s super weird. I’m going to be looking for suitcase guy for the rest of this season now.

Next week, on Yugioh:

Does Rex ever get to re-enter the tourney since Mokuba knew that Roba’s been cheating this entire time or is everyone going to just ignore that because they hate Rex so much? Will Yugi ever play a game or is Pharaoh just going to be our permanent showman now because Yugi’s tired or whatever? Is Joey seriously not going to just...visit his sister himself, seriously? Take an hour Joey.

And hey, if you just got here and want to see my Yugioh Recaps from the beginning in chrono order, click here for the link

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Black Butterflies

Pairing: Y/N/Tattoo-Artist!Calum

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 1.700+

Summary: Trying to entertain a four year old can be hard at times when nothing seems to be right. But when Calum comes home and saves the day by drawing butterflies on his daughter just like real tattoos it seems to save the whole day

“No, mom you’re doing it wrong!” 

Your eyes widened in surprise when the red crayon was ripped away from your hands. Stubbornness was close to a middle name when it came to your little four year old. 

“You’re supposed to make circles, not squares!” For her age, she did in fact have strong opinions already, something you assumed she had gotten from her father. 

“But I’m trying my best. It’s just hard to satisfy your wishes, sweety.” You tried to reason with her but it was no excuse. When she was in this mood it was hard to step through. 

The living room was crowded in different kinds of paintings and drawings. There were various kinds of crayons, paint pencils and also erasers. You were having a nice day as the weather outside was nice but still too cold to experience.

The doors to the terrace were open letting in the fresh air and you were enjoying that small bit of sunlight that was spreading out from the white clouds. 

“I want it to be big! Like the ones flying outside of the garden right now!” She expressed excitedly but still with a bit of frustration in her tone.

She hated when you didn’t understand what she was trying to explain. It came with the new vocabulary she was learning every single day. You had good days and sometimes you had bad days. 

“But I think it looks exactly alike.” You explained and looked down at the paper in front of you. 

The drawing was nice according to you. Trying to draw butterflies was something you had done since you were little but they were never really that artsy. You drew the typical ones that everyone seemed to have ease with drawing. 

“No mom yours looks like a poop!” She disagreed and ran towards the terrace door.

“Look,” She exclaimed and pointed outside, “Just like the ones down by the bushes. I want them to look just exactly like those!”

You sighed softly and looked down at the paper. The effort wasn’t enough and you had barely gotten the chance to finish the butterfly before she had grabbed the pen out of your hand and ruined it completely with weird doodles. 

She was running around and making flying motions with her arms. Butterflies were one of her favorite animals so she couldn’t avoid the frustration when you weren’t doing it right.

“Here, let me try again.” You suggested and leaned over to take a piece of paper.

You knew she was moody today it wasn’t a surprise. She hadn’t been sleeping well because of the sudden change of heat. It was messing with her sleeping schedule that’s for sure.

“And I promise it will look better than the last one.” You added and unlocked your phone.

It if looked that horrible you would just try out and find a picture. It could be easier to sketch out something but she clearly didn’t understand that you weren’t much of an artist. 

“Okay.” She replied and seemed to calm down. She took a seat next to you on the carpet and carefully watched you grab a lilac color, wanting to do something simple.

It was with a shaky hand you tried your best to draw one. You knew that it wouldn’t take much to get her frustrated again and you didn’t want to deal with that right now. 

“No mom you’re doing it wrong again! I don’t like that.” 

You had barely gotten the chance to finish the drawing before the paper was ripped out of your hands. She was just as frustrated as before and teared the drawing apart.

“Honey what is making you upset it’s just a drawing?” You sighed and tried to reason with her but it was no use. 

She was stamping her foot and ran around the living room again frustrated. You normally knew how to handle this well but since you also had lack of sleep your temper was starting to boil as well.

You leaned your back against the couch and closed your eyes just for a second. It was hard coming up with activities when she was being like this, maybe she just needed a nap. 

“Hey honey.” 

It was a huge sigh of relief that came from your mouth once the front door opened. The sound of Calum’s voice was sweet music to your eyes and one ticket out of this stubborn situation. 

“Hey you...” You mumbled and leaned your chin on top of the cushion.

The faint sound of keys landing on the top of the counter was one of your favorite things ever. It meant that no matter how horrible the day had been it could only get better from now. 

You looked over your shoulder to see your daughter race right through the living room, her feet padding against the beige carpet. 

A faint hello came from the kitchen, you assumed they had collided. She had this thing where she would be running almost at the speed of light and right into Calum’s knees.

You sat and considered whether to clean this or not. Just being Calum himself seemed to distract her enough to push away everything else and it did in fact look like a big mess in the living room.

Leaning over to grab the pencils and crayons wanting to collect them into a pile Calum stepped inside with her in his arms. 

“Do we have a drawing factory going on?” He asked with wide eyes, seeing how his living room had turned into something from a camp movie. 

Leaning down to place her down to the floor you watched her run around the couch to get to you and fell down onto her bum.

“We tried out a few drawings. Doesn’t seem to be enough activity for her.” You mumbled and caressed some hair from her face that had fallen out from her ponytails. 

“What did you draw?” Calum asked interested and shrugged off his sweatshirt. 

You looked up when he was hovering right above you on the couch, a quick kiss being placed on your lips as a little hello. 

“Nothing good.” She sighed and looked down at the scattered papers. She didn’t have anything good she thought she could show to him and a frown came to his face.

“What about this one?” Calum glanced down at the paper that had been torn in half and grabbed it from the floor.

“Not acceptable.” You shrugged your shoulder and looked up at him. He could tell by your face expression that it had been a rough day and no matter what you did everything seemed to be wrong.

“Honey, what’s wrong with this? Mommy made it beautiful?” He asked but earned just you had gotten, a small groan followed by a groan.

“I don’t like it.” She shook her head, the ponytails wiggling with her. 

You fell back to the couch again with a defeated face but here again Calum seemed to save the day. At first he was trying to understand what was going on and he was being optimistic.

“You want it to be like this one?” He asked and pointed down at his sleeve. It was hard to see because of the many other tattoos surrounding the small thing but if you looked closely the butterfly was there. 

She didn’t say anything but you could tell that was she was thinking. She wanted it to be just exactly like Calum’s if not even better and that was hard to satisfy on paper.

“Come here.” He encouraged softly and she hurried to stand in front of him on the couch. 

She was having a both curious but unconvinced look on her face. You could tell that she was interested, everything Calum did seemed to inspire her. Hell, they even looked more like each other than you did. 

“Sometimes drawings have to be done differently. Sometimes papers aren’t just good enough and you gotta take it to the next level.”

She took a seat next to him on the couch and watched him slowly. He took a pen out from his pants pocket and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt. 

“Calum I don’t think-,”

“Don’t worry.” He gently responded and smiled, “It’s the one I use at the shop, it’s not sensitive to the skin.”

You fell back to the couch again with a small smile. You just had to make sure it wouldn’t be something that would make her skin itchy but so far she seemed to interested she wouldn’t mind.

She watched Calum slowly use his pen on her skin. Sketching out not just one but three different kinds of butterflies. They were also mixed into a few flowers and leaves just to make it look more artistic. 

She had never been this quiet before for such a long time but she was afraid that she would ruin his art work.

It was something you could tell they were both enjoying. Calum did this for living, he loved using his talents on someone’s skin and normally it would be something to have for the rest of their lives. 

You could just imagine already how she most probably didn’t want to go to the showers because she would be afraid that it would wash away.

But that was the good thing. Calum could always redraw it. He could always do something new on her and something different every single day because his talent was endless and never seemed to stop.

He was inspired every single day and especially with the two most amazing girls in his life. 

“Is this somehow satisfying for the princess?” He asked when he was done, watching her brown eyes go wide when she saw the result.

She was completely speechless and it was worth everything. Her face showed all the emotions at once and you folded your hands together happily by the sight of her. 

“Mommy, look! Look!” She excitedly jumped down from the couch and basically attacked you to the floor.

“I’ve got tattoos like daddy!” 

You giggled softly by her reaction and took a look as she requested. She almost knocked her arm into your face but it was alright because the happy smile on her face was worth everything. 

“You sure do. Maybe someday they can turn into something real.” You explained and she looked over at Calum.

“Only if daddy will do it!” She exclaimed and pointed at him with wide eyes.

“I wouldn’t allow anyone else to do it.” Calum winked and leaned back in the couch.

This was his favorite sight coming home to every single day after a long shift at the tattoo salon. 

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Cocoon - Drawing Update

That took longer than I would’ve like, but I finally have Tikki, Wayzz, and Nooroo (who I’m going to redraw because it’s late and labcoats suck). So, like Duusu and Trixx before, we’re going to do a read more cut and provide some information under each picture.

I had to agree with a friend on this on, Tikki is mad cute with a bob cut hairstyle and she does have freckles. Anyway, before events in Metamorphosis, she was basically your high school/college/university cheerful girl always smile and willing to do volunteer work. In fact, that’s what she was doing before everything went down. Planning to do pre-med, going to be a pediatrician, and then everything goes crazy. She hasn’t contacted her parents in ages, and she’s been meaning to tell them she’s alive, but... Hawkmoth and being a Mutant kind of complicate things.

In the after picture, she does look a lot more bug-like, but you have to keep in mind the mutant patterning has been burned and scarred onto her skin. She wears dresses to keep the irritation down. Also, if you want to know her height, she stands between Marinette and Adrien so she’s on the shorter side especially besides Plagg. Of the other Mutants in the story, she knows Master Fu, Wayzz, Duusu, Trixx, and Marinette. Presently, she lives in solitude with Plagg far outside of Paris.

Wayzz... had a debate over hairstyles and ended up going with longer hair because of his cowlick antennae thing. His face is meant to be a little rounder, but between sketch and final draft, my pencil fought back. Thanks pencil... 

ANYWAY, Wayzz wears some of Master Fu’s old clothes since hand-me-downs and that sort of thing doesn’t bother him. Also, he... doesn’t get shopping for clothes in Paris sometimes and would probably end up in Hawaiian shirts too. He helps around the parlor and takes clients whenever Master Fu goes off somewhere on other business, but something to note about Wayzz is he doesn’t really have any tells towards being a Mutant. Normally, they’re not supposed to, but there can be moments where his other form came come out such as being surprised and thinking he must defend himself.

Wayzz is a little stiff when it comes to social interactions, but that’s because he lacked them after his mutations besides with Master Fu. He’s getting better, but more time is needed. Height wise, he’s as tall as Trixx, and of the mutants in the story, he knows Marinette, Adrien, Plagg, Tikki, Trixx, Duusu, and Nooroo (word of mouth). Presently, he lives with Master Fu.

I drew a headshot of Nooroo before for Inktober and he does still look like a thinner Dr. Stiles, but I got what I wanted mostly. He’s not doing very well having to work for Hawkmoth and actually hasn’t been outside of the Apatura facility in... a while (yeah, that’s putting it mildly). He was a pretty cautious labtech that tried to keep to himself normally given his Mutant powers, but someone found him...

... Trixx, it was actually Trixx during those earlier years, and she baffled him because she liked being a Mutant with all her fox features. She didn’t make fun of him really either when he told her why and just said ‘to each their own’ more or less, but did suggest maybe learning more about his powers... and also why not stay with me so you’re not being a hermit in a laboratory Mr. Butterfly. But then Hawkmoth flummoxed everything, and his life is suffering.

He knows most of the mutants in the story more or less, but hasn’t met Wayzz or Master Fu personally. Duusu, Tikki, and Plagg were all brief encounters while Adrien, Marinette, and Lila... well, yeah. On a height chart, he stands with Duusu, and he’s currently not living anywhere specific because aforementioned reasons.

Well, that’s all for now. I gotta get Plagg drawn up and get this Primal design just right. Also, those last four chapters ain’t writing themselves. Later!