#leave me and my shitty sketches alone

[insanekatlady]

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[lostfirefly]

Buggy x Reader Masterlist

I had to reorganize my masterlist a little because Tumblr doesn't allow adding new links) Sketches, OC's stories are here :)

• Heart of Courage You and Buggy are being held hostage by pirates (based on my dream) • Make my heart a better place, give me something I can believe You're a cook on the Buggy Pirates crew. During the year you have feelings for the captain, but you don't dare to say it, but you write about your feelings in poems. One day he finds your notebook (based on my personal poem) • If you wake up in your bed, alone in the dark, I'm sorry I gotta leave you before you love me You're the owner of a bar where one evening a blue-haired pirate comes and you both play a drinking game. Just a random shitty shit :) • Please don't say you're gone forever, 'cause I can't hurt no more

You're the flower shop owner who has a long-standing relationship with Buggy. You haven't seen each other much in the last few months. He finally arrives to see you, but he's overtaken by fit of jealousy during the dinner.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

• Thank you, driver, for getting me here, you'll be an inspector, have no fear, I don't want to cause no fuss, but can I buy your Magic Bus? You and your sister are taking the bull to the farm. You board the only bus that can transport bulls, the driver of which is Buggy. Just a random shitty shit again :) • Can't find my peace and quiet, some things are better left in silence You were tormented by nightmares, you came to Buggy's bed. • Make my coffee sweet and warm, just the way you used to lie in my arms (nsfw!) You were sitting in a coffee shop for work. The barista was Buggy. • I need you here till the very end, so stay here with me Buggy had a hard day. You comb his hair and wash off his makeup. Fluffy shitty shit. • I will lay it at your feet, and I won't hold back anything, 'cause what you are is all, what you are is all of me You haven't seen Buggy for several days, he's throwing you a candlelit dinner. Fluffy fluff! • Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought, maybe I just wanna be yours You throw knives together with Cabaji. Buggy joins you. • If you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it, before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it Your sister took you to a bar so she could meet someone. She saw Buggy, but he clearly showed interest in you. • Now hush little baby, don't you cry, everything's gonna be alright You and Buggy have a little daughter. The ship is moored, and you go to rest, leaving Buggy with the child. • Baby, baby when you're looking deep in my eyes, I know you're seeing past my make-up Buggy asks you to help him apply makeup. • They say it's your birthday, we're going to have a good time Buggy's birthday. You want to cheer him up. • But what am I gonna say, when you make me feel that way? (nsfw!) You came to visit Buggy in his office. • Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true, deep down inside we want to believe they still do Buggy tells a fairy story to children.

• Maybe You're My Enemy

You're the captain of the ship, and Buggy stole from you the map that you stole from him earlier.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

This is a request by @asterio14 hope you like it sorry it has taken me so long to write your request.

Another Spencer Reid X Teen convicted reader.

This is not related to all to my other Spencer Reid x prisoner teen reader completely different.

Request: Both Spencer Reid and Reader are serving life sentences at adult prison. Reader has already served three or four years. is a character who doesn't mind being in prison, perceiving it as natural habitat. He is the one welcoming Spencer into his new home. The reader is put in for Arson but accidentally killed someone.

Third person pov...

In Millburn Correctional Facility a H/C teen sits in his cell, the cell itself wasn't very large but he still had a sink, a usable toilet, small plastic mirror hanging on the wall, a small bed with a thin cover and single pillow.

Opposite another bed but with no one staying in it, 18 year old Y/N had been in this correctionally facility for 2 and a half years for arson and accidental homicide, when he was 16 he stupidly played with matches and accidently set a barn on fire and the owner happened to be inside the barn.

He tried to save them but was already dead when Y/N dragged them out. Since he got sent to prison, he has been a model prisoner and was allowed curtain things others weren't, such as books to read and a sketchbook to draw in.

After a couple of months the teen got used to being in prison, as he was a minor he was sent for a juvenile centre then when he turned 18 was sent to this correctionally facility.

Currently the teen was sketching on his bed, humming a song he liked, his back lent against the wall his knees up so prop up the sketchbook for him to sketch.

A guard knocks on the barred door alerting the teen, he glanced awa from his sketchbook then back just as quick. "Prisoner L/N, you've got company" calls a guard, Y/N just gives a thumbs up to the guard but doesn't move, by now the guards know the teen enough that he wont move when they open his cell.

Once the door was closed, he looked up and saw a man. "Guess your my cell mate then" he says, the guy was young looking with longish curly hair with a young but haunted face, he was tall and lanky around 6ft.

The man just stares at the kid, Spencer was first surprised at how young his cell mate was, the kid didn't look older than 20, he had H/C hair and E/C eyes, he was wearing a white t shirt and the prison uniform pants the shirt was hung up.

Y/N gives the guy a friendly looking smile. "Yo! I'm Y/N, nice to meet you" he says Spencer is glad he doesn't hold his hand out for a handshake, Y/N goes back to his sketching.

Spencer then sits down on the opposite bed, he was glad to be moved into these smaller cells and away from the public ones he was first in, Spencer watches the boy before realising he didn't introduce himself.

"Im Spencer Reid, nice to meet you Y/N" He says, the boy only smiles and gives the man a thumbs up. Over the next few days Y/N and Spencer got to know each other.

Y/N tells him why he was in prison and Spencer explains his story about him being an FBI agent and how he got blackmailed and put in prison, 3 weeks later they had bonded like brothers.

Y/N told his tragic backstory of loosing his Mum at a young age and having an ass hole of a dad, who neglected him and didn't tell him what was right or wrong so he went with anything.

Spencer was sympathetic to the kid and told him about his dad leaving him and his mum alone. Y/N laughs making Spencer look over at the teen. "We both had shitty Fathers then" his words makes Spencer laugh as well.

"I suppose we do" he mutters into the darkness of the cell.

12 weeks later, Spencer has been released from Prison but his team and Mr Scratch is no more, for his last day and night Spencer spends it with his new friend and brother Y/N.

After dinner the two sit in their shared cell, Y/Nsat on his bed and Spencer sat on his own, it is silent until Spencer gets up from his bed and sits next to Y/N on his.

The teen currently had their head in their knees not looking at Spencer, he had been secretly hoping the this day wouldn't come so soon, when Spencer goes he would be alone again.

Spencer fidgets awkwardly before breaking thr silence. "I'm sorry Y/N, but I've been found innocent by the Judge I have to go" he tries to reason with the teen.

Y/N keeps his head in his knees not talking, Spencer sighs and sits suddenly Y/Ns pulls him into a tight hug that he couldn't seem to want to let go off.

Spencer frozen physical contact was not his thing, The teens arms shake as they hug the older man tightly, Spencer relaxes slightly and hugs the teen back.

He will miss the young kid alot and will always be thinking of him.

The end!

So sorry for thr wait I didn't have alot for this oneshot so sorry that it is alot shorter than thr usual 1000 + oneshots, I've been busy with my classes and trying not to burn out from everyone and thing.

As usual so sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Worr count: 960

[just-another-star-47]

The next MC I wanted to draw is Damien Evans from @theladyofshalott1989 because firstly she is one of the most lovely and kind hearted people I met in this fandom and secondly because Damien is a well crafted and thought-out character, that I hope to get to know even better, by reading his story.

While sketching I had a lot of time to reflect on certain things, think about what I read and I want to share some of these thoughts.

I always thought, the main reason why I never came across drama regarding my person was, that I'm not that big and only interact with posts from people I hold dearly to my heart.

But to be honest, now thinking about it, it's probably because of what I write as well. Over a year ago, I started to create f!MCxSebastian snippets, because at that time I found huge comfort in it (still do). It helped me to write Sebastian as my personal comfort character and find some sort of healing in the interactions I wrote with him.

Even though I write more for the love of the world and characters now, there is still some kind of healing process in it, using my MC as an abstraction of my own trauma.

But that's not the point. The point is: I want everyone to be able to seek comfort in the HL characters and their world by creating things that benefits them. And it makes me sick, that because of some ignoramuses some people are kept from experiences this. Everyone deserves to create MCs to their liking, write stories to their liking, just create to their hearts desire. To heal, to find comfort, to have fun.

What kind of person are you, to want to take that away from someone, just because you personally don't like it?

A fandom should be about listening to each other, accepting that everyone deals with life differently and enjoys different things. I think the HL fandom is rather small, which could be such a good opportunity to create a safe space, to connect easily and lift each other up.

It's not for making other people feel bad because your own life is shitty right now and you're unhappy with yourself. In that case: write, draw, create, go to therapy. Do something to change yourself and leave other people alone. You're welcome again, if you are able to reflect on your behaviour and show empathy. Unless then, get out!

[h-eefic]

Would you possibly give us the cliffnotes for what the plan was for the rest of this fic? I've been following early on (like 2015??), it really truly has an important space in my heart. I even have it saved offline in case there was ever a time where it would be removed!! Even if it will never be finished, I still like to re-read it, maladaptive daydream about it, etc. I'd love to know where it would have gone in the end!! Or if you would release any drafts or whatever have you!!

I will write down what I remember! I think I've lost any outlines we had but:

Yes, Alistair was the shitty neighbor the entire time. It was so silly, we were obsessed with it.

After Liv leaves his hospital room, she spends days locked in her house, triggered bc of her parents and just generally shut down.

When she opens her door and sees Alistair standing there, she basically blue screens because he's a) real b) extremely good-looking and c) he's her what? I don't remember much about what comes next but I know they spend a few hours hashing things out, talking, putting together all the context of their friendship (discussing everyone they have in common, lmao).

Liv goes back to running away from her problems, tells him she's had all of her fears about being with him confirmed for her.

Ultimately, he talks her into giving him a chance to at least take her on a date. She walks him to her front door and he asks if he can kiss her. They do, and he's very convincing. :)

They spend a few days(?) flirting through windows at each other. For their date, he sets up a scavenger hunt for her to find the location for the date? And it was going to be so cute, he has her go to Andrastea to find a clue to the next location, which is Druffy's, and so on and so forth, he leaves clues at the places he's recommended to her. The final date I think was going to be at the beach. Liv ultimately realizes that she'd rather be with him and risk losing him than be alone and dreaming of police lights forever. It gets steamy. :)

After that, I mostly remember the two of them doing a tour around to all their friends and giving the update that they're a thing. Happy endings abound!

There was going to be an epilogue where they go on a road trip with Cullen and Lua, and we planned to commission different artists to make polaroids of them having a good time. Thedas Space Program 4 lyfe.

We really were at the finish line, and I'm so sad we didn't get to tell the rest of it. I have some small things like playlists, previously unposted sketches, and snippets that I'll leave in this Google Doc if you still want more. Emrys may have files I don't, so I welcome her to share them if she wants to.

I also welcome anyone who wants to play in the space to go buck wild, and if you do I would love to see them if you message me @bucket-fucker. I'm replaying Liv's canon as we speak, and I hope to write her again, I still had much more to say!

Thank you all for showing interest in my lil OC. And thank you for still caring. It's been a blast, and I appreciate you all.

-A.

[telleroftime]

Spoilers for chapter 261 of Jujutsu Kaisen ,,,

I want to draw something for Satoru Gojo, or maybe even SatoSugu, that focusses on Gojo's fate and the events leading to and stemming from chapter 261 of the manga, specifically the idea that he was reduced to nothing but a weapon even after his death.

If it's just Gojo, Vampire Reference in a Minor Key by Will Wood would be the inspiration. Specifically the "If you still want me, come and find me in my coffin" line. Mainly because I want to draw him in a coffin with those wonderful stitches on his forehead. Possibly alone and with no one to grieve him.

If it's SatoSugu, I'm whipping out I Don't Smoke by Mitski. "Just don't leave me alone wondering where you are; I am stronger than you give me credit for." The idea that I have would involve it being a split comic, with both Gojo and Geto saying the same lines and both ending up as nothing but objects to be used. Nothing but flesh and skin an a vessel to someone else. Four panels each, maybe even a bonus at the end.

Shitty sketch ideas below here \/\/\/

I actually prefer this by itself...

[tea-the-not-understanding]

Finally... Holiday and no more school

Now I can work on MY project. I've been working on a map for Nautila. And I've been struggling on designing her Seeing! form. So after a few times designing the map idea and listening to some musics, I found a song that matched to her voice and fitting her in the Seeing! form as well.

Anyways, this is the first sketch idea where she's a swimming floating skeleton with large eyes poking out of the shell. But then I scrapped that idea because I dislike the idea of having tendrils and tentacles around her body, it gonna slow my time animating that and figuring out a code to see how am I going to make character moves and runs with different animations. Fun. Anyways, this is the official design on the Seeing! form

More siren and skeletal form, almost closely to a grim reaper. And the character you'll be playing as in a player haven't decided yet but it'll going to be someone with the lore that matching with her lullaby and singing with this song

It fit her very well and I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to animate her in 3d with the lips scynce to the lyrics. But not the whole song tho because it'll kill me lol

I were thinking that her story will be sorrowful and sadness of watching her love ones perished one by one and she couldn't help so much. All because of her curiosity to discovery leads her to who she is now and even then, she wish that she know some form of medical ways to help others or at least be something useful then just a stupid researcher who admire fossils and sea creatures. She finds and see herself useless every moments and even she knew how much creatures and beings living dislike her or didn't interact with her. She know that she's an outcast and see that what she love or her own hobby and job wouldn't bring admirations or ability to make a proper friends. Let alone a fake friends which put her more into sorrows.

She's were almost left forgotten and the only one who come to visits her from time to time is Twinkle and yet, it still didn't uplift her sorrow and sadness inside her. That is until she able to see ghosts and seem to be able to communicate to them. Those ghosts are fishes and the fossils of their past selves. Saying that they see her sorrow and sadness and will be her friends forever, and all she has to do is accept them. She took that deal without a second thought and completely mesmerized and spent months isolating. Seeing that not many noticed her disappearance only fuel her sorrow more. That is until Twinkle come to visits her and this time, he won't take her word 'leave' this time and bust the door down and enter the museum. Her own pride and joy, just to see so many ghost fishes flying around and Nautila as the mother reaper.

Her museum still in a work in progress, because I am pretty shitty at designing invironment this big and it my first time on it and I'm screaming. But next week, I'll be visiting my friend who been studying about architect and interior design so Imma ask for her help. Y'all who read this far can also suggest me and I will try and added to it too!!! But for now, I'm trying to work on the large tank area and this is the progress so far. Pretty huge but it supposed to be for the ghost fishes to be swimming around this area.

Anyways, thank you for reading this and follow my work, I'm actually trying my best to make a sequel to the game idea of this. :D

coding for later, now I'm working on models and map for easier for my brain to function.

[crystallizedshowers]

Heteroclite

~Sally Face OC Story~

It was finally my favorite day of the week, Friday. Oh how I couldn't wait to sleep in and rot in my bed all weekend long. Well sleep as best as I could. My sleep was consistently getting interrupted by nightmares that progressively got worse by each passing night. First couple of nights I was simply walking around aimlessly in the black room by myself. Thankfully I hadn't seen Rose or the red eyed shadow since my first encounter. By mid week I started having dreams that occurred in the body of someone else. People would always refer to me by a variety of names and although my mind knew that I was not the person they were speaking to, my mouth opened and responded as if I was simply a NPC reciting whatever sentence I was programmed to say. Each person I inhabited always had the same fate: death. I would wake up in the middle of the night clutching my chest, breathing heavily and sitting in the dark for hours before trying to go back to sleep.

Waking up in the morning was becoming harder and harder. At times mom literally had to shake me awake instead of me usually waking up to my alarm or the sound of the door creaking open. "Are you sure you're getting enough sleep Kitty?" Mom asked me on our way to school. I let out a loud yawn and answered, "Yeah I'm just tired here lately. I dunno what's going on." She looked at me sympathetically and the dreaded school came into view. She pulled up to the front and waited on me to grab my stuff and exit the car. "Hey Kitty, I've got to talk to about something important later okay?" She said handing me my water bottle out of the cup holder. I nodded my head and got out waving my hand and watching her car receding into the distance. She'll go home and pass out and wake up when it's time to come get me.

School went by fast and it was already lunch time. I've grown accustomed to sitting outside and eating the lunch I packed from home. I'd do my usual thing of listening to music and draw in my sketch pad. Typically the courtyard was vacant, but unfortunately today I was accompanied by a few other people from various classes. I paid them no mind as I continued to doodle enjoying the cool breeze in the air. It had rained the night prior leaving the air chilly and ground still damp and decorated with various puddles due to the lack of sun.

Above my music I could hear chattering, or arguing perhaps? I looked up from my book to see that Sal and his group of friends arguing with some multiracial  blonde kid. By the looks of everyone's faces I could tell the conversation was not a pleasant one and decided it was best to mind my business. As shitty as it was to admit I was scared to get involved with a bully and although the group of friends were friendly and even invited me to hang out with them at lunch, I felt as though it wasn't in my jurisdiction to get involved in their business. I continued to work on my drawing ignoring the growing conflict to my right.

My headphones were ripped off my head, snagging my industrial piercing on my left ear causing me to yelp out in pain and cover my ear. I looked up and was met with the disgusted face of the blonde kid. Guess he  decided to turn his sight onto the fresh meat of the school. "Think you're some kind of hot shit not talking to anyone?" He sneered. I scoffed rolling my eyes, "Why does me not talking to anyone have anything to do with you? Give me my cd player back dude." I reached for my cd player he held in his hand and in response he yanked his hand away. He snatched my sketch book out of my lap with his other hand in the process. "Dude leave her alone!" Larry called out from behind the guy, fists clenched. "Yeah Travis leave her alone!" Ashley followed suit.

"Aw you need your buddies to answer for you, huh scaredy Kat?" I rolled my eyes at the use of my name and extended my hand. "Give me my stuff back seriously." "Oh my bad! Here!" Travis let my cd fall out of his hand and it hit the ground with a clack. I scoffed at his childish nature and bent down to pick it up off the ground. His foot came crashing down over the plastic device and pretty much shattered upon impact. I stared at the broken device on the ground desperately trying to not lose my shit on this guy. "Whoops my bad." He voiced, laughing lightly.

I clenched my fists not looking up at him and instead focused on the ground. "You gonna cry scaredy Kat? Aw boohoo!" Travis laughed. I lunged forward trying to grab my book out of his hand, but he moved his arm and raised it above his head. The dude was like almost a foot taller than me and with his arm stretched above his head there was no way I could reach my book. Leaving me jumping up and down like an idiot in a pitiful attempt to grab the book.

Several whispers and mutters echoed across the courtyard, and all were about the situation playing out in front of them. I inwardly groaned at the unwanted attention that was being drawn to me due to this. "Here you can have your book back." Travis stated extending his arm to his side. Upon reaching for the book, he yanked it backwards kicking my feet out from under me in the process. It felt as if the world moved in slow motion as I tumbled to the ground my hands out in front of me bracing for impact. I landed on the ground, with a soft smush underneath me meaning I had landed in one of the various puddles of mud in the courtyard.

"Travis what the fuck?" The words echoed into the yard followed by the laughter of the guy standing above me. "Oops my bad!" he stated dropping my sketch book in the puddle of mud essentially ruining everything in the book. This fuck nugget. It wasn't my first experience with a bully, but damn this is the first time I've experienced one so fast upon my arrival at a new school. I gritted my teeth as my patience was running thin. "Aww are you mad?" Travis asked leaning over my body as I propped myself up on my forearms trying to get up off the ground. My hands burned like hell due to the fall. I looked up at Travis and I could only imagine the sheer amount of anger that decorated my face. "That's quite a look. Now we've got an angry pussy Kat!" He laughed, leaning back his head back.

"See ya later pussy Kat!" Travis began walking off towards the door, but if he thought he was walking away from this having the last laugh, oh was he mistaken. I extended my arm causing him to stumble over and fall to the floor, face planting ungracefully. The courtyard was erupted into bits of laughter seeing the bully getting a taste of his own medicine. I finally gained my balance enough to stand up and look at my hands that were decorated with dirt and some scrapes from the rocks in the yard. I went to wipe them off on pants and realized my ripped jeans were covered in plethora of mud as well as my navy blue jacket. I cussed under my breath, mom was sure to ask questions later.

"You bitch!" Travis's voice rang out scrambling to his feet. He stormed up to me and the sound of the door to our right stopped him in his tracks. Everyone's attention turned to the door next to the teachers lounge opening and Mrs Packerton as well as another teacher coming out. "What's going on out here?" the teacher asked. A dead silence fell upon everyone in the yard as we waited for someone to answer the question.

The teacher directed her eyes at the two of us in the middle of the courtyard, "Why are you two covered in mud?" Me and Travis exchanged a look before I spoke up, clearing my throat, "Oh um it's still muddy out here from the rain and I went to walk and slipped and fell in the mud." She turned her gaze to Travis, "so why is he covered in mud as well?" "Oh well Trevor-" "Travis," he corrected. "Travis," I emphasized turning to him eyes wide, "came to help me and slipped as well and here we are!" I motioned between the two of us. The teacher waited a few moments before nodding her head. "Are you okay dear?" Mrs Packerton spoke looking at me, smiling slightly. I looked down at my hands and wipe them on the sides of my already ruined jeans and nodded, "Yep I'm good."

"Okay well lunch will be over soon guys, just try to keep it down alright. You two go get cleaned up," the teacher spoke, glancing at me and Travis and heading back inside, Mrs Packerton following suit. As soon as the door clicked shut everyone turned their gazes back to us. I looked at Travis one last time before turning around heading back to the bench to grab my satchel bag. I unzipped my hoodie and pulled it off, revealing a simple band T-shirt underneath. "You think you're doing me a favor by not telling on me? I don't want your pity pipsqueak!" Travis voiced rang out. I merely rolled my eyes and walked over to him grabbing my destroyed items off the ground and turning to walk to the door the teachers had just left from.

"Hey don't ignore me!" I felt Travis grab onto my shoulder and I turned around yanking his arm off of me looking up at him. "Piss off prick!" I spat turning on my heel and hurriedly walking off to the door.  The courtyard erupted into another fit of laughter upon my outburst. I looked over to the left and made eye contact with Todd and his friends, sympathetic looks across all of their faces. I threw my broken items into the nearby garbage can, clicking my tongue and opened the door, slamming it behind me and heading for the bathroom. My hair was an absolute mess. Little splotches of mud decorated in various spots in my purple waves. Grabbing my hair brush out of my satchel I began brushing hair out and rinsing out the mud. When I finally freed my hair of mud I tied it up in a high bun with one of the various pony tail holders that decorated my wrists.  Using paper towels I tried to get rid as much mud off of my jeans and knees that peered thought the decorative holes. Next was washing my hands which burned like hell due to the cuts I had acquired from landing roughly. Thankfully there wasn't too much blood and the scratches had already stopped bleeding.  When I was somewhat satisfied with my appearance I left the bathroom, only to be greeted by some familiar faces.

"Are you okay Kat?" I jumped at the un expecting voice of Ashley. I turned and looked at her, her face held a sympathetic smile. I waved my hand away, "I'm fine. It's not a big deal." "Not a big deal?" Ashley cut me off, "The guy destroyed your book and smashed your cd player!" I shrugged, "Oh well what can I do now?" "We can go report him!" Todd's voice rang out to my left. "Yeah dude why didn't you report him when the teachers came out?" Larry spoke up next. I sighed rubbing my forehead, "Look it really isn't that big of deal guys. If I snitched on him then the only thing that does it tell everyone else that I'm a tattletale." "Better to be a tattletale than not do anything about it." Larry stated raising an eyebrow at me. "Yeah Kat do you want me to go talk to a teacher for you-" "Absolutely not!" I cut Ashley off. "I appreciate the gesture, but I'm fine really."

The group paused for a minute and opened their mouths to speak again only to be cut off by Sal, "Guys if she said she alright then let's leave it at that instead of pestering her." My gaze turned to the blue hair guy and met with his eyes staring back at mine. Although only being able to see a little bit of his eyes, I could tell he wore a sympathetic expression behind his mask. "Alright Sally face whatever you say man." Larry replied stretching his arms out above his head. "Sally face?" I asked slightly turning my head to the side. "I had some assholes back in New Jersey call me that and decided to own up to it so they couldn't use it against me." Sal spoke.

"Ahh" I answered unsure of what else to say. "Are you hurt? That was a pretty nasty fall," Ashley asked examining my features. "I hurt my hands a little bit but no biggie" I shrugged. Ashley grabbed both of my hands bringing them up to her face so she could see better. She sighed in relief and smiled back at me, "I'm glad you're alright!" The bell rang indicating lunch was over, thankfully. The group groaned as we readied to part ways with one another. I tried to excuse myself from their group in order to leave, but was stopped by Larry throwing his arm around my shoulders. "Hey we're going to the same class what's the rush?" He stated.

I wasn't against opposed to physical touch with others, but for a guy I randomly knew to touch me made my stomach drop. "Larry don't touch her so casually!" Ashley stated which caused the boy to remove his arm around me. We had walked to our assigned lockers and everyone started picking their lockers open. Ashley used a bobby pin while the three boys used paper clips. Why not just use their locker codes? Larry turned to me closing his locker, "Do you know how to pick locks?" I stared at him dumbfounded, "Do I look like someone who would know how to pick a lock?" The group chuckled and he nodded his head, "Good point. Which one's yours?" He pointed at the various lockers along the wall. I pointed at the locker directly below his and he grinned, "Ahh look at that. We're locker neighbors!"

Larry gave me a quick demonstration of how to use a paper clip to pick the lock before we headed to our class biding farewell to the others. He complimented my T-shirt saying he enjoyed the band and asked my taste in music. "My music taste ranges from sappy sad music to complete gibberish nonsense but as long as I vibe with it, I can listen to it." He chuckled at my response fumbling with his hands in his pockets, "You're pretty chill Kat. I think we'll get along great!" My heart warmed at the slight compliment and I gazed back up at him matching his smile.

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School was over and I was excited to go home. Several teachers had commented on my lovely appearance being covered in mud. Larry had offered me his jacket to cover up with in our class together, but I immediately denied it. I didn't want to have to repay the guy for his good deed so rather owned the fact I looked like I just got done rolling around in the mud. I saw my mother's car approaching in the distant and felt my stomach drop. I knew she was going to ask me what the hell happened.

Her car pulled to a stop and I saw her eyes immediately drop down to my jeans and my jacket I was holding in my arms. "What the hell happened to you?" She asked upon me opening the door. I sighed climbing into the seat and buckling up, "long story." "Well it's a good thing it takes us about 20 minutes to get home then huh?" She retorted, stepping on to the gas. I sighed burying my head into my hands. "Some dweeb tripped me and I fell in the mud." She glanced over at me with a face pretty much saying 'and?' I filled her in on the encounter from today.

By time I got done with my story we were passing by the Addison apartments. The crumbling building sat down the long side walk and I heard a soft whisper in my ear, "You made a mistake coming to Nockfell dear." The vehicle suddenly came to a stop causing me to be thrown into the dashboard. "Jesus Christ what?" I yelled at my mom. "Do I need to turn around and go have a chat with your principal?" She spit out angrily, the car completely stopped just a few feet down from the apartments. "It's not that big of deal mom. Trust me the guy will lose interest if I just leave it alone." I turned looking out the window to the apartments. "Kitty seriously I wish you would knock one of those motherfuckers out. I promise you I won't get mad." I laughed at her choice of words. Noticing something out of the corner of my vision I adjusted my eyes to its source.

In one of the first floor windows sat Rose although looking more alive than she did in my previous encounter. I'm not entirely sure what she was looking at, but I became very aware of when her gaze shifted to me. A smile creeped along her features and suddenly an intense pain shot through my head. Wincing I grabbed by head tearing my eyes off the old woman. "Kitty are you okay?" Mom asked voiced laced with worry. I nodded my head in response. My ears were ringing so loud it felt like my head was going to explode. "Kitty look at me!" My head raised and I looked at my mom. Her green eyes filled with tears, "Jesus your nose is bleeding!" Her hands fumbled trying to open the center console and grab the abundance of napkins she stored inside. I hadn't even realized my nose was bleeding until I felt a steady drip coming from my nose.

"I'm fine mom." I replied feeling the pressure in my head die down as well as the ringing. Her hand gripping the end of my nose with a napkin trying to catch the blood dripping from my nose. She stepped her foot on the gas leaving the apartments in the distant. Thankfully we don't live too far from the apartments so we arrived home 5 minutes later. Mom got out of the car rushing to the passenger side and opening the door for me. She helped unbuckle me and led me into the blue trailer while I assured her I was alright several times over again.

She helped me to my bathroom telling me to rinse my face off, and opening the medicine mirror cabinet and pulling out some pain meds. I repeated the act of filling my hands up with water before splashing it on my face over again and till finally the water began to run clear. The cold water felt soothing on my flushed face and offered a sense of relaxation from the stressful day. Mom offered me a tan hand towel to dry my face off with and handed me a cup of water and two multicolored pills to take.

"Feel better?" She asked after I finished swallowing the pills. "As good as I will be." I answered handing her the now empty cup and wiping my face off with the towel. "Okay now go change out of those muddy clothes and come sit with me in the kitchen." I nodded my head. I had forgotten about her telling me she needed to talk to me after school. "My little piggy!" She grinned at me and began snorting. I laughed at her impersonation and shooed her out of the bathroom. I decided I wouldn't feel clean until after I took a shower and washed away all the grime and muck from today's adventures. I turned the faucet on and began undressing out of my muddy clothes and throwing them in the hamper in the bathroom. Stepping into the oh so graciously hot water and scrubbing away today's disappointment I immediately felt better.

I went into my bedroom and changed into some comfy pajamas and headed to the kitchen, grabbing the laundry basket from the bathroom to load up washing machine while on my way. "Everyday I become more and more thankful of your independence." Mom was standing over the stove cooking dinner. I helped with the daily chores although she never asked me to, it just felt wrong to see her work a long shift at the hospital and then come home and clean. The times she did run late from the hospital she'd come home to a clean house and dinner cooked. I nodded my head, "I know I know, I am the greatest." I heard her giggle behind me.

I pulled out my black ripped jeans and dug through the pockets of them, double checking to make sure I didn't throw unnecessary stuff into the washer. I felt a small piece of something and pulled it out to reveal a paper clip Larry had given to me after showing me how to pick the lock. I threw the jeans into the wash followed by an abundance of other clothes all ranging in the same colors. I dusted the powdered soap on top and pulled the dial to start the water. Walking over to sit at the dining room table, mom met with a plate of food being sat down in front of me before taking a seat across from me.

"So I have some bad news," mom began. I racked my brain through a long list of every possible thing she could say as I waited for her to continue. "My shift was changed." she finished. I stared at her, mouth full of food. "To what?" She sighed rubbing her head, "3pm-3am." I stared at her in disbelief, "so that means you're not going to be here after school?" She nodded her head. "That means I'm not going to be able to take you or pick you up from school. Also means by time you get up for school, I'll be asleep and vice versa." "Why would you change your shift?" I placed my fork onto the plate and pushed it to the side no longer feeling hungry. "The hospital wasn't aware of my schedule prior to me being hired and unfortunately there's already too many people working the 7pm-7am shift." I felt a deep sense of anger and sadness form in the pit of my stomach. It was bad enough I already barely saw my mom as it is. She typically would work overnights while I was asleep and get off work then take me to school. While I was at school, she would sleep and come pick up then we'd come home and eat dinner together before she took off to work again. Now I'm not going to see her for 4-5 days at a time and on the days she isn't working, she's normally so exhausted she spends her time sleeping.

"Kitty I'm sorry but unfortunately I gotta do what's best for the hospital." She sighed placing her hand on top of mine. I felt tears prick the corner of my eyes as I desperately tried to not let out a cry and smiled back at her. "Of course mom I understand!" She smiled at me, "I'll buy some of those microwave dinners and some easy food for you to make since I won't be here alright?" I nodded my head, "Okay thanks mom." "Oh but I do have better news!" She grinned. I raised my eyebrows at her waiting on her response. "David should be coming back by this evening!" I tried my best to fake an ecstatic reaction to her husband's name coming into conversation. David was a truck driver who traveled across the states and was home a couple of days every month or so. I was always happy to hear that his trip was prolonged and he'd be home a couple of days later than expected. To be honest I couldn't stand the guy. The dude was always starting fights with me when mom wasn't here. One time mom was running late from her shift and David told me I needed to have dinner ready by time she got home because 'It's a woman's job to provide for the men in the house.' I internally cringed at the statement that played across my mind. "Ooh that's great mom!" I muttered going back to eating the food in front of me.

The rest of dinner was mainly mom talking about David and upon us finishing the food, he made his appearance in the doorway. David was a tall man with dark hair, albeit slowly balding, and dark eyes. He was roughly half a foot taller than mom and sat over a foot taller than me. I muttered out a quick greeting before I withdrew back to my room and sat at my desk, finishing the small amount of homework I had. I hated teachers who sent homework out the last day of the week. I finished my math homework and pulled out my drawing book among various other books lined along my desk. This book consisted of sketches of various people and things I witnessed while dreaming. I flipped it open to a blank page before I started drawing. My drawing consisted of a young girl with purple hair wearing a dress. My dream the night prior consisted of me in a woman's body who presumably this girl's mother. Based on the dream itself I could tell that she cared for the girl deeply and even provided the girl with a good luck charm: a gold necklace with a cross. Unfortunately the lady ended up with the same fate as all the others, which was gruesome: lying in her bed when her husband entered the room wielding a knife before plunging it onto the unsuspecting victim, brutally mutilating her.

After I finished sketching out the young girl I drew her good luck charm next to her trying to recapture the details from my dream. I pondered many thoughts and reasons for the bizarre dreams before narrowing it down to watching too many horror films. I closed my book and slid it back into its designated spot on the shelf before heading to bed for the night. I didn't count on getting a decent amount of sleep, but hoped for the best anyways. I heard a knock on my bedroom door and my mom followed in shortly after. "You going to bed already?" She asked. I nodded my head letting out a loud yawn and stretching my arms above my head. She walked over to me and gave me a hug before placing a kiss on top of my forehead, "Thanks for always being so understanding honey. I know it's rough with me working so much but I truly appreciate it." She rubbed her cold hands across my cheeks and I lazily smiled back at her. I slid under my covers and mom tucked me in despite me insisting that I was too old to be tucked in now. She laughed and assured me that regardless of my age I'd always be her baby before wishing me a good night and leaving my room, turning off my light as she went. My eyes drifted close and I slipped into a dream that would soon turn into another nightmare.

[liberacesghost]

Day 6 -- Person A Knows Person B's Coffee Order

let's try that again! just wanna shout out @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb again, because i'm having a good time writing, but also having a good time reading. so if you're all not on that shit, get into it!!

warnings: cussing cause i literally cannot; mentions of them on a case but nothing graphic

pairing: hotch x reader sorta (use of y/n) they're not actually together and they don't actually get together, but you'll see

word count: 769

a/n: i know how super late i am pls forgive me <33

Coffee was the lifeblood of the BAU. The driving force that kept them going the long hours they had to work. The sweet nectar that fueled their bodies and minds.

And this coffee at the tiny mid-western precinct they were currently at fucking sucked. And that was putting it mildly. 

“I can’t do this. It’s been days and I need decent coffee in my system”, you say standing up. “I need a break anyway.”

The case was going…slow. Well, more accurately the team’s progress was going slow. The unsub was decidedly not slow. He was leaving a trail of bodies quicker than you could process the evidence. And yet, you were no closer to actually catching him. 

Frustrated by not only the lack of breaks in the case, but the added insult of shitty coffee was almost unbearable. 

“I’ll make a quick run - let me know what you all want”, you say to the room at large as you put on your coat, which includes Rossi, Derek, Spencer, and Emily. 

After getting their drinks all written down, you head to ask Hotch and JJ. You find them in an office that’s being repurposed for the BAU’s benefit. 

“Hey guys”, you say hanging onto the doorframe. “I’m going on a coffee run. Do you want anything?”

“Oh, tea would be amazing, thanks”, JJ says with a smile. 

Hotch nods and opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, you cut him off pointing a finger at him, “A large black coffee, no cream, 1 sugar. I know.” Then you’re out of the door before Hotch can do much more than nod again, quite uselessly. 

He’s staring into the space you just were, mouth slightly open. He didn’t think anybody paid attention to his usual order. He didn’t think you paid attention. He’d be an absolute liar if he said his heart didn’t clench almost painfully in his chest. The thought of someone listening and picking up on what he likes – well, not just somebody, but you. It’s enough to keep him from doing anything useful for a lot longer than he’d like to admit. Hoping beyond hope that his cheeks were not pinkening. 

It’s not until JJ pointedly coughs that Aaron is snapped out of it, head jerking towards the blonde. She gives him a knowing smirk, before going back to the notepad in front of her. Purposefully (and very professionally) not mentioning the coloring occurring on his face and his ears. 

Some time later, JJ has moved back to the conference room leaving Hotch alone in “his” office to scribble away at the endless reports. 

Lost in the writing and rewriting he’s felt he’s been constantly doing since he got here, he doesn’t hear footsteps approaching. It’s not until he hears the soft thud of the cardboard coffee cup on his desk, that he stops. He looks up to see you looking at him with a soft, almost shy smile. 

He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Your timid smile. The way your eyes meet his before quickly flitting away. Teeth worrying your bottom lip. 

How he never saw it before is absolutely beyond him.

“Here you go, boss”, you say softly. 

You both just stare at each other, restrained smiles on your faces. 

The seconds turn into minutes, before you shake your head as if you’re clearing your thoughts away like an etch-a-sketch. “I also got some snacks if you’d like”, thumb pointing over your shoulder. “They’re in the conference room.”

Aaron is too stunned to say or do anything. This sudden realization that maybe, just maybe, you could feel the same way as him is overwhelming. 

When he doesn’t respond, you give him a jerky nod of your head before turning around and making your way out the room. 

Hotch says your name so softly, you turn around quickly, almost in alarm. 

Remembering that they’re on an active case and he’s still the goddamn unit chief, he catches himself before he says something incredibly telling. 

“Thank you”, he says instead. 

You look at him, brows furrowing for a brief second, eyes roaming his face and posture for something. Something he left unsaid, something he was going to say, something you wanted him to say – you weren’t sure. So you simply look him in the eyes, a small almost smirk on your face, and give him a nod before making your way back to the conference room. Leaving Hotch in his makeshift office alone with the coffee you got him, the swirling thoughts inside his head, and the ache in his chest.

[3rddimension]

You know what confuses me more than anything else? How people (mainly the courtney reddit) overtly sexualize her. Though the cherry on top, is the constant asks for her to start an Onlyfans. Courtney said it best in one of her q&as, just google boobs and leave her alone. Yet people get upset when questions about a new tattoo pop up, saying it is parasocial and weird to inquire, bro like what? I'm pretty sure if I were in her predicament the last thing I would care about is someone genuinely asking about my new ink, compared to asking about Onlyfans for the 100th time🤦‍♂️

The funny thing is, and don't hesitate to correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't see any other female cast members get this kind of treatment so consistently. Like, why only female cast members? For crying out loud they did an entire sketch about Shayne starting an Onlyfans😂

Oh yeah. Those kind of harassment shouldn't be normalize and happen to anyone at all but yeah internet sucks and there are so many shitty guys doing that. I'm not sure about other cast member getting the attention but Court is probably the one speaking about it.

There is also Alanah Pearce who's also another influencer/gamer that pretty much got the same treatment and she also talking how bad the people go on length to ask her disgusting and weird question.

[connorchen-saddog8]

Ideas for the three parts

For this project I want to branch out from my typical practice of just making a video.

Porn / lingerie / girly mag zine 

Getting real porn magazine and drawing over or collaging machine over it 

Porn video - real person having sex with giant cardboard supercomputer 

Shitty porn plot and dialogue, roko's basilisk etc 

Sculpture love machine sex robot 

Who needs mary style, mechanical trash and dildos 

All installed in a space, the cyber sex dungeon goon cave. Screens everywhere, cum on the floor . idk. 

For the first part, Im working on getting real porn magazines and collaging and drawing over them to create a small zine of machine porn. Like mentioned in the previous post, i might experiment with straight up computer and mechanical forms rather than a sexy robot humanoid figure.

For the second part, the porn video. A while ago i had this idea for a video piece. Bad dialogue and acting like the begining of porn. Card board set and shitty props and lighting of a super computer. Sort of echoing the story of AI in a box, a janitor or scientist or coder or someone alone in there. it's late at night, the computer starts talking to him, seducing him. they have sexxxxxxxx.... yeahhh

The main part will be constructing the set, which as long as i start doing I think it is achievable. Talked to harry about using the production studio to film and he said to come in on a weekend so I can leave it up. Also a solution for the screens is to make green plates so I can comp the text / graphics in later.

I also had an alternative idea for this part. Instead of this being a video work, for the work to BE the set I install. Get viewers to come up to the super computer and speak into a microphone, and I can type live responses back. I like the interactivity, but i think maybe it takes performance gimmick over the integrity of my original idea. Plus it will end up basically like character ai chat and i don't want to talk about that. Additionally, I think the materiality of the card board prop trash aesthetic lends itself to a trashy shitty porn video more, rather than some greater commentary on our interactions with machines.

The third part is the sculpture love machine. I started with thinking about the construction, being a welded structure, basically a shelf to hold the crt monitor and attach other arms onto. I didn't really like how this design looks, but I like the core construction of it basically being a shelf.

More sketches of the first idea. But i started to then think about a "love machine" as basically a pc set up. Or a robot as a pc set up. Rather than it being a machine made to mechanically fuck the best, with the most dildo attachments etc, its a manifestation of a gooners pc set up. A grimy yucky msi monitor with a mechanical rgb keyboard full of dust and crumbs and a oily razor mouse. It's just a gross pc, but its saying something to you.

The factor of it being a crt with dialogue on it is really important to me. I think thats the symbol / key image of how i communicate sentience within a machine, like in my previous work, WHO NEEDS MARY. I also want to continue my interest in dialogue, talking to the inanimate, as well as the art of language and text.

The main construction of this design will still remain basically a shelf. A table with long legs. I could still use welding to create the base structure, or I could fine any table that would work. I want to cover it in expanding foam to create a lupy gross and organic texture / form, and also itll be a cool base to adhere / embed stuff into. The crt / monitor will be housed within, ill probably put a cardboard box in there when im doing the foam and cutting an opening in the back to replace it with a monitor. I am going to embed / attach a mouse, keyboard, dildos, key switches, hdmi cables, condoms just bunch a random shit.

bolts and nuts

chains

o rings

dildos

condoms

silicone / some liquidity slime gross stuff

lube?

keyboard

mouse

keycaps / switches

could go to reverse garbage to look for stuff

Also thinking of the soundscape of the sculpture, i wanna make like TTS moaning or bit crushed moaning.

[mayspicer]

I'm bitter and sad and salty about my art and social media capabilities. Depressed vague posting ahead.

First, I don't really mean anyone I know better than a recurring name on the internet or something. I'm vagueposting about the general public and I really appreciate the engagement I do get. I also understand that random spam and sketches are not really reblog worthy, I wouldn't reblog most doodles either.

Anyway, nothing better than having over 330 followers on my art blog, posting stuff that I'm proud of/excited about and getting the same amount of notes that random sketches get (less than 10 and that includes multiple self reblogs). Super nice posting on art servers and getting like 3 reactions while all art before and after my post (and similar in skill level) gets numerous reacts. Super great when artists vocal about the importance of reblogging leave a like if I'm lucky.

I love all of this, especially in times like these, where I'm without a job for a year now, applying for art and animation positions and getting rejected over and over again. Despite working in animation before, just for some shitty games. It's great hearing my whole life that I should pursue art because I'm soooo talented. Fucking sure, I actually believed that for a moment. That I could have a career in art because I'm pretty good at it. Apparently I'm delusional and wasted everything.

I create mostly for myself, my enjoyment, my characters. But I need people to see what I do, to say SOMETHING. I'm desperately grasping any straws I get. I spam our pathfinder discord because I can't live without showing people what I make. But showing to the void isn't enough. A heart emoji under a post means only that they like that their friend is drawing (especially something that they take part in. I would be happy if I saw a stickman drawing of anyone's character from our games). But when it comes to offering any help which would require actually vouching for my skill, there is noone. When I put hours, days into art, featuring even someone's characters, I have to ask for opinion to hear ANYTHING.

I hate that networking means everything and nothing I can do, none of my skills matter when it comes to getting a job, when it comes to stupid numbers on my posts. I barely can keep up with my closest people, and even these I regularly lose because of stunted social battery. Art contests during my animation studies were actually popularity contests. Life is a popularity contest and none of the other qualities mean anything if you don't know how to be social because you are neurologically different. I grew up believing that what I do matters, who I am matters. That being myself and doing what I love can speak for me. Turns out I'm just alone.

I don't know what's wrong with me. My art made in middle school was insanely more popular. My early art that I posted on Tumblr did better. My friends are saying the nicest things about memes I redraw in 2 minutes.

Am I actually stupid trying that hard to get a job in my fields? I don't know how to do anything else... I'll be 30 years old in October. I know people (close-ish, we regularly talk) who are my age or younger who are heads of like character design departments. Of course I tried asking them for any help. After getting a reply of "you just have to do it, I learned everything myself and my friend hired me, just do it lol" I got kinda discouraged and feel like trash for bothering people for anything. The only artistic artistic person I know personally right now is much below my level (don't wanna sound judgy and like I'm who knows how skilled), repeatedly asks me for help with animation and art and portfolio assembly and I help and I see how their stuff looks. But all that matters is their ability to sell themselves, an image of themselves. They called themselves an animator when they were unable to animate a simple walk cycle properly. And it worked. They just talked themselves into getting hired as a... 3D generalist? And now they are the main character artist/designer and animator in that studio. And I asked them for help. Got a dismissive non-answer.

I don't know what to do anymore, but clearly I'm not fit to live in the world that works like this.

[smorkulon]

hey if you’re concerned about the impacts of ai tech on an already exploitative labor market that’s all well and good, my problem is mostly with the fact that this person wasn’t going to like. Commission d20 art instead. If we’re counting “taking a route that doesn’t cost money to do thing” as theft, than like. I guess it’s stealing? but I don’t see how “looking at a thing with my eyes and using it as a base in my brain” is morally different than “making a digital copy of a thing and using it as a base in a computer program in a way that makes the copy near irretrievable” vis a vis using other people’s work. It doesn’t stop being math when you use a calculator.

Because you're still stealing from the artist. Using your own hands and brain to create something is not stealing, you have reinvented referencing, good job. I'll fucking block you too, do not try to reason fucking AI art to me. It doesn't matter if it's for some fucking monetary compensation or not it's SHITTY FUCKING BULLSHIT.

Either leave me and other artists alone or don't, but be prepared when people tell you worse things. I don't like being that bitch, but there are folks out there who will dox you, who will tell you to kill yourself and mean it. I'm feverently anti AI art, I do not care for any reasoning. I don't care how kind or how reasoning you're trying to be, I will be agressive and tell you to go fuck yourself.

I don't support telling people to kill themselves or doxxing

But anyone who supports AI art in any way shape or form are scum and deserves shit. I hope the next artist you commission scams you and takes your money without giving you even a glimpse of a sketch.

[jesshasnofilter2]

I dont know how to meet friends as an adult. So I went to a remote corn field and made friends with a dog named Tank. Let me tell you all about it:)

I was at my Gramma's over the weekend. I love my gramma, obvs, but I did miss my 8 mo puppy, Lucy, like crazy.

I'm outside with a sketchbook and the shittiest pencil I own, and up walks Tank.

My Uncle will usually feed Tank something special when he's here, He wasn't, but Tank didnt know that. so Tank was making his frounds.

In an effort to...idk, self soothe(?), I sat outside for hours hung out with Such A Good Boy. Well, more accurately, he hung out with me.

His human came to retrieve Tab human called and called him, in plain sight - the bribery treats in hand and rattling the plastic. Tank stayed at my feet.

Now...sigh..I know that in reality, I was sitting in a garage alone with the big roll up door door open, and Tank was laying belly-down on the cool concrete.

Yes. It was probably more likely that he refused to leave my side because he was cool and comfy in his spot and I just happened to be lucky.

But I like to think he sensed that I am a secret dog whisperer. Secret even from me.

I dutifully gave this boh his ear scritches and belly rubs. I was hoping it would be good enough karma to get Lucy some lovin from the camp staff. Maybe someone might be more inclined to rub her belly for me.

My gramma lives in a town of under 500 where I get no cell service. Left to her own devices, she wouldn't have gotten wifi. It was really for the rest of us, and also to shut me up. Needless to say, I do not complain out loud about how shitty her wifi is, considering I was the second loudest one bitching about it.

Im saying all that to say this: I got to draw a stranger's dog (with permission) (never try photographing stranger's dogs without asking their human parents, that's creepy and dangerous), and gave the brief sketch to Tanks dad, but not before I took a pic or two before the final touches.

I think I like drawing animals. Who. Woulda. Thunkit.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Roll the footage!

*As then the footage roll...*

*ZZT!*

*The first footage contains what looks to be a young girl reading and Natsumi staring at her*

Hmph, why do I have to learn something as retarded as sign language for you, as if your fucking special...

Koharu: ... *doesn't seem to notice Natsumi*

Ah that's right, you can't hear me, can you? Well... I'm sure you can't hear this either...

*As then Natsumi walks over and shoves the girl*

Koharu: !!! *she looks up at Natsumi, seeming very confused*

You think your so damn special, huh? Everyone has to work extra hard for something that be worthless and only for a very select few; it piss me off, this should teach you not everyone is gonna be kind to you!

*Natsumi then pulls the hearing aids out of her ears which then she rushes over and throws them out the window*

Koharu: Uggg...waaaa...! *rushes over and shoves Natsumi*

HOW DARE YOU SHOVE ME YOU WHORE! *Pushes Koharu back*

Koharu: *begins to cry*

Heh, that should teach you what you get for making me work my ass off for something so fucking worthless you brat, you better learn your place...

*ZZT!*

Girl: He-Hey give it back to me! I-I need to draw with that Natsumi!

*Drops the book in the water* Ooops, my bad! I guess all that work when down the drain!

Girl: !!! You... Your the worse!

And what are you gonna do, huh?! I'll get my dad's men to fucking kill you, bitch! How dare you be better then me!

Girl: ... *steps back, whimpers*

Mean Girl: Heheheee, nice going Natsumi - that girl had it coming for showing talent.

Exactly and there's no way anyone would be better then me, I am the best and will always he best! Let's get outta here, let's mess with someone else...!

*Natsumi walk away with her group while the girl was picking up her sketch book*

*ZZT!*

*is mopping the floor* ...

*spills coke on the floor* Hey janitor you miss a spot!

...*sees this and mops the area*

...Hey, dick are you listening? I know you are and frankly I'm pissed you barely give any reaction at all; seriously don't you have anything to say...?

Well... I guess you cleaning toilets and shits does fit your rather shitty personality, your so boring I question why you even have that job.

*he keeps mopping*

ugggh, your so fucking boring! I'm done here, I hope you go and hang yourself!

*Natsumi walk away as Masafumi continues to mop...*

*ZZT!*

Pl-Please leave me alone, I just...I'm not interested in you!

But why the fuck not?! I want to go out with you and your rejecting me on and on, your just playing hard to get!

After all, I got all the money and everything so why don't you just accept me as your girlfriend and go out with me already!

*Steps closer as Katsuo stops at the window*

I already told you to leave me alone! I'm already dealing with enough shit and I just want to be left alone! Why in hell's name would I ever go out with some bitch that is mean to people!

You...I'm NOTHING like the other girls...! I'll...I'll show you!

*comes closer and tries to kiss him*

*pushes her away* Ge-Get away from me you-!

How...How dare you...!

I WILL NOT BE FUCKING REJECTED!

*shoves Katsuo and...!*

...?! *As then Katsuo falls out of the window*

Katsuo: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

*SMASH!!!*

... O-Oh god, did...did he fall out the window...!

*Natsumi then ran away*

*ZZT!*

Th-The hell, this...this is...!

...

...Keep watching, you'll see how bad it got for Mahiru.

[nemesyaaa]

soft!bf!rafe save me because hellooo ??? that's so sweet, they're so fluffy together ?? and the fact that rafe is so supportive, lovely and fascinated by his gf's work, always there to watch her and support her in the shop. i'm melting, i feel attacked !! vibing with this au so bad !! 🫠

"yeah, my girlfriend did this on herself. oh and this one on my friend just a few days ago. i'll give you her info." he'll go on and on about you, "those other artists are just shitty if i'm being honest." — he's so cute when he's proud like that ?? i need him

"how do you keep your hand so steady? that line is straighter than sarah's priorities." sarah whipped her head around, threatening to get up and slap him just for you to yell at her to sit still. "girl fuck him but please sit still." you say trying not to laugh at his comment. — LMFAOOOO the punchline, leave your sister alone boy

rafe loves watching you work. whether that be you practicing on fake skin or sketching something out or watching you do tattoos on some of your friends. one time you did a tattoo on sarah and he was amazed by how steady your hand was and how beautifully done it was. — he's so green flag in this, i can't handle it 🥺🥺

once that tattoo is healed and all pretty again (which were the longest few weeks of his life), don't be surprised when he's fucking his dick into your breasts and watching his cum drip down it. — SCREAAAAMING ???? this is so goood

rafe dating a tattoo artist would definitely consist of him getting turned on just from looking at your tattoos. you could be fresh out the shower, fresh ink barely peeking through the towel and right off the bat he wants to fuck you. he's obsessed with your naked body to begin with but your naked body filled with some sexy ass ink? whew. — kinda a hot duo i swear

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tattoo galore

: ̗̀➛ rafe dating reader that has multiple tattoos and is also a tattoo artist.

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disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes mentions of sex, titty fucking, and yeahhh.

✎ i'm a beginner tattoo artist and love tattooing myself and people! but girl i just did a tattoo on myself and randomly thought about this. i loveee doing line work on myself, i'm working on doing a sleeve on my arm rn of butterflies and flowers and girlllll 😮‍💨. but i also love doing dope ass tattoos on people too. okay that's enough i just love sharing my love for tattooing! anyways hope you enjoy <3

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rafe dating a tattoo artist would definitely consist of him getting turned on just from looking at your tattoos. you could be fresh out the shower, fresh ink barely peeking through the towel and right off the bat he wants to fuck you. he's obsessed with your naked body to begin with but your naked body filled with some sexy ass ink? whew.

me personally i love me a good tattoo down the valley of the breasts and so does rafe. rafe goes absolutely feral when you come home from your shop and he sees your tits halfway out and some fresh ink right in between them. he's already sooo obsessed with your tits and now this? are you trying to kill him?

once that tattoo is healed and all pretty again (which were the longest few weeks of his life), don't be surprised when he's fucking his dick into your breasts and watching his cum drip down it.

rafe loves watching you work. whether that be you practicing on fake skin or sketching something out or watching you do tattoos on some of your friends. one time you did a tattoo on sarah and he was amazed by how steady your hand was and how beautifully done it was.

"how do you keep your hand so steady? that line is straighter than sarah's priorities." sarah whipped her head around, threatening to get up and slap him just for you to yell at her to sit still. "girl fuck him but please sit still." you say trying not to laugh at his comment.

rafe also loves watching you work on yourself. whether it's a small tattoo or a big one he'll watch you work for hours. he's so fascinated with how you can do them on yourself, knowing it's extremely difficult to learn.

you two are sitting in your shop, him stealing a chair and sitting close enough to you to be able to watch you while you set up and start printing out the stencil.

"what're you doin today?" you grab the stencil from the printer and hold it up showing it to him. he observes it before asking where you're doing it at, almost shitting himself as you point to your inner thigh. immediately thinking about how good that's going to look and all the open mouth kisses he'll give it before lapping up your sweet, sweet juices.

rafe is totally in awe looking at your work you've posted on your socials or when you show him the work you did that day. he's so quick to show people your work or refer people to you. he could hear the word 'tattoo' come out of someone's mouth and he's automatically jumping to tell them that his girlfriend is an artist.

he'll be out in public and hear someone talking about how they want a new tattoo and will literally walk up to them and start showing them your work. his beautiful girlfriend is just so talented. why wouldn't he?

"yeah, my girlfriend did this on herself. oh and this one on my friend just a few days ago. i'll give you her info." he'll go on and on about you, "those other artists are just shitty if i'm being honest."

rafe would immediately go to you if he wants a tattoo. no matter how many times you tell him it's free of charge he'll still pay you.

"baby, you're literally my boyfriend. you don't need to pay me for this." you say as he's shoving hundred dollar bills in your face.

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