#loose sketching like this is really relaxing too

[hivvernal]

A mock up character sheet for my interpretation of The Hero in Slay the Princess. (Hope I'm in time for the raffle im cutting it awfully close) Just played the demo and I can't wait for the full release. Below is the first concepts and brainstorming.

[jaggedamethyst]

golden boy | jayce x female reader

1.7k words

content: fawk it, jayce making a damn vibrator with hextech…and suspending my disbelief that they even knew what that was and he legit created it idc!! walk with me girl!!!

18+ minors dni, angst, pathetic! jayce, kinda mean but closed off reader, pining (?), some fluff, smut duh, vibrator used on reader…also jayce is kinda a sarcastic mf here

notes: idk what came over me guys, but I feel like this could end up being longer than just a one shot bc the angst made its way in like usual. also jayce is a smartie pants, leave him alone guys.

update: part two is up now!

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He heard you before he saw you, your light saunter approaching him. Jayce had to immediately curse himself, because while he was rather smart, his reflexes were damn slow. He didn’t even think to cover his sketches before you were already close enough to crane your head over his shoulder.

A hand found his back, rubbing it encouragingly. “What ya workin on?”

Jayce was someone who loved to be affirmed. You both knew that. So before even registering the odd shapes you were looking at in his drawings, you wanted to let him know you were there and that any stress that lingered would soon dissipate. You were confused, then, when he rose quickly. He used his broad shoulders and back to block your view.

He smiled, clearly caught off guard. “Just some new stuff…you know…the mind never stops!” His cheeks soon blossomed with a rosy sheen across them. There was a sympathy in your gaze, but an even larger feeling of intrigue.

Jayce was easy to distract. As much as he loved to work on his creations and improving Hextech, he was also extremely needy. This often left him quite impressionable under your touch. Over the course of your relationship—which you would admit wasn’t actually a thing—you used this to your advantage.

You approached him slowly, an arm outstretched toward his face. He instinctively learned towards the palm of your hand. You intended to at least plant a kiss on his cheek, but he was a lost puppy these days. Just that action alone was enough for his body to relax into you. You had an opening. You slipped your hand behind him under the guise of stabilizing yourself on his workbench—grabbing a handful of the loose pages.

With a squeal you backed up, and spun around. “Wooooo what do we have here!”

“Wait-“ he turned between you and his work, “you tricked me?”

Holding the papers up toward the light to inspect them, you quirked a brow. “All in a days work, babe. Although…I don’t exactly know what I’m looking at here.”

Jayce was exasperated, how humiliating for you to have found these—even more that they weren’t even done. He was a scientist, after all. He needed time to finalize and test every possibility. He didn’t want to fight you for the papers—couldn’t really.

“Its just,” he sighed, “some stuff for you- or um, us?” He didn’t mean to sound like it was a question, a chance. It was definitive. He knew numbers and percentiles the same way he knew you. There was a desire there to be something more than just this. But he was entirely too passive to ever tell you. So he worked tirelessly at the only thing he knew you would show up and stay for. He didn’t mean for us to sound like a question, but it was.

You’d turned your back by then, the best angle of the sun shining towards your back and thus highlighting the drawings. Your intense gaze had faltered, your shoulders slumping. Like any other feeling you’d felt for Jayce in the last two years, you pushed it away—relying on humor as a shield. People are too fickle; you liked your independence and didn’t want to get hurt. Not again.

You ignored that feeling in your stomach that said to not be mean to him again, you knew he didn’t deserve it. You just couldn’t help it. Without acknowledging the weight of his statement, you continued, “what do they do?”

He senses your lack of focus, hastily snatching the pages from over your head. They quickly found their way back into a folder and cast aside.

“Well…its for,” his eyes purposely avoided yours. The ceiling was suddenly really amusing.

“Way to leave a girl hanging,” you scoffed, turning towards the door. “I just wanted to check in, but I will come back when I am wanted I guess.”

You didn’t take him seriously. That wasn’t new, but the feeling of wanting to do something about it was definitely a unique occurrence.

Before he could grasp what he wanted to say, the words flew from his lips. “Sit down.”

You stopped in your tracks, intrigued and slightly turned on by the firmness in his tone. “Scuse me?”

“You should sit…sit down. Over there.” He gestured towards a couch he’d made in his workshop. You complimented him on it once, knowing he’d made it just because he could. That was something you liked about him, undoubtedly. He had the capabilities to do so much more than he could even conceptualize and you wanted that for him. But the hopes for his future, rubs on his back, and longing gazes were too much for you.

Despite this, you were never one turn down a man like him finally standing up to you. You shrugged, “Sure, whatever…I’ll sit.”

“Good.”

The man turned quickly to retrieve one of the items he’d drawn in his sketches. This specific one was made with you in mind. It took so much dedication to perfect, but little effort to actually create, really. He’d think of your time together, the praise that would leave your lips each time he’d even breathe near your clit. The way your body would writhe against his. It was intoxicating. He figured something to make that even more special for you was due. But how could he just keep giving to someone who didn’t want to truly have him.

He wasn’t brainless. As much as he loved to hear it, being a good boy felt demeaning sometimes. He was a man, and he wanted you in a way you refused to see.

He’d show you.

“Take off your clothes.”

Jayce explained to you once that the body had red blood cells, that they carry oxygen. It confused you, now, because you were damn sure weren’t bleeding all over his chair and yet every single breath in your body was gone.

“What?”

“Clothes. Off.”

“In a I’m gonna experiment on you kind of way, or we’re gonna fuck kind of way because-“

“Both.”

You didn’t want to seem too eager, but damn you wished you had less pieces of clothing on right now. As you stripped, you were grateful then for the warmth of the forge. The sudden chill on your skin caused you to shiver. Jayce appeared suddenly, something in hand.

“I am actually not sure what to call this,” he showed you the object in the palm of his hand. It wasn’t very large, or maybe his hands made it seem smaller, you weren’t sure.

“Thats okay,” you leaned back on the couch, “show me.”

He was on you immediately, an eagerness on his lips you’d never felt from him before. You were usually the one in charge. So when he pushed you flat on your back, his clothes still on, you felt the difference. He’d swung his leg over you, now straddling you. You were too distracted by the kisses trailing over you to realize he’d reached between you two.

He made his way around your neck and toward your ear. “Let me know how this feels.”

You gasped, a vibration hitting your body unlike anything you’d felt before. Jayce was skilled in many ways but this was—wow. You met eyes with him, words struggling to form in your throat. Your brain seemed to have been empty, too.

He let the feeling pulse before slightly circling you, teasing you.

“So this, is what I have been working on.” He surveyed the way you gasped underneath him, looking into the distance. “Its not quite done yet, but I had to change some things here and there to make it better. Ya know, make it ergonomic, not too loud, stuff like that.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but all you managed was a frustrated groan. He was pissing you off. How could he be making you feel this good and talking like a fucking nerd right now.

“I also thought about sensation…what you like,” he smirked a bit. He was proud of himself. “Sometimes when you’ve had a particularly hard day, slow and deliberate does the trick, right?”

He continued to press into you, urging an answer from you. It was quite interesting how the tables seemed to turn but he didn’t complain. This is what he wanted—you helpless and confused under him while he ruined you for anyone else. He was tired of hearing how you couldn’t be tied down. Jayce Talis was no idiot, you were holding back.

“Isn’t that right sweet girl?” At the same time he questioned you, he’d raised the speed on you. A buck of your hips immediately after. “You don’t have to answer, I know.”

Sweet girl. He’d never said that before. The undertone of him trying to rile you up while simultaneously being his usual endearing self was too much. Your hands had found your face, a sudden embarrassment looming over you. That didn’t stop him.

“But, because I care about you feeling good, I added another feature.”

You felt the continuous sensation increase sporadically and then back down, chocking out a whine.

“Intuitive right?” He used a free hand to brush the hair from your collarbone, latching his lips there. He spoke into your skin, “Essentially, I used the Hextech to not only control the stimulation but to work at the users command with little effort.” He paused, wanting to see you. “So when I do this,” a surprised yelp from you, “or this, you really feel it.”

He’d never been more proud. You were often one to lead him, and he liked it. But now, with you here helpless, he couldn’t help but urge you on. He continued to ramble, speeding up to a pace he knew left you unraveling.

You couldn’t take it. It took everything in you to get the energy to yank his hair and finally speak, “Jayce-“

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

“Can do,” and with that, he sucked down on your chest. He knew you’d loved that.

The entire ordeal felt like years when in fact, it had only been a few minutes since he started in on you.

“You go ahead and finish, I’ve got you.”

It wasn’t much longer before the heat in you exploded, a series of groans clawing its way from your vocal chords.

He’d continued to coax more from you, he felt he was owed as much.

Eventually sleep overtook you, the man recognizing the familiar lull that creeped up on you.

He spoke, mostly to himself, “we’ll talk later.”

You replied, to his surprise. “Sure thing, golden boy.”

part two

[theelvishfiddler]

AN ARTIST'S GUIDE TO HANDS

No, sorry it's actually not an artist's guide to drawing hands. Those are just warmup studies (which I'll talk about in this post.)

This is a guide to Your Hands and how to take care of them when making art.

No one ever sits down and teaches artists how to take care of their hands. They didn’t even teach me this while I was in art college. This is just what I've learned myself through years of pain and scouring the internet for advice.

This is going to be a long one and geared towards illustrative traditional/digital/pen/pencil artists specifically, but artists of other mediums and crafts should take care of their hands too! Well, we all should take care of our bodies in general, but this is about hands.

(advice is below the read more)

First off I'm not a professional or anyone with actual medical advice. I'm just some guy with chronic hand pain who makes art. This advice is free for you to use or discard.

WARMUPS!

Ever sit down in the morning to draw and wonder why your art is so stiff and looks so much worse than what you were drawing last night? It's because you didn't warm up!

You know how for physical sports they all warmup and do stretches before getting into the actual sport. To prevent injuries and all that? Yeah, it's good to do that for art too.

One way to warmup is to just draw lines. Try to keep them as straight as you can. Going up and down and diagonal. Draw squares. Big squares. Small squares. Circles! You are warming up, keep it loose and relaxed! Basically just scribble away.

(examples. I usually keep going until there is no paper white left. This can double as practice for drawing straight lines without a ruler, which is a great skill to have when freehand city drawing.)

Before hopping right into drawing people you can try doing some quick gesture drawings. Line of Action has timed sessions with a large variety of clothed or nude models. I usually do the 30 min class as it has a nice balance of short and long timed poses. The point isn't to draw nice art, but to warm up. Try to get the basic form down, not the details. I find that doing a full class session can really help my drawings feel more loose and grounded in reality for the rest of the day.

Some examples I found in my folders. I suggest looking into what a line of action (not the site) is and giving it a try with some of the studies!

COOLDOWNS!

For sports it's to return your body back to your everyday baseline after a workout.

Example; you are working on a big project! A masterpiece! It's detailed and cool! You have been focusing on this for hours and drawing so intensely. But you need to stop working for the day.

A cooldown is for winding down out of the go go go mindset. Put away the big project and do a couple small doodles and sketches. You are relaxing your hand and letting it stretch out. Keep the sketches loose. Let the art happen slowly. Don't polish anything, that can happen another day. Just ease yourself out of drawing.

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Cool! Now we get into the meat of this thing.

HAND PAIN

How to avoid it and how to manage it if you already have it.

I love you artists and creatives, I am begging you to please take care of your most important creative tools. I really don't want this to sound like scare tactics like "oooh you better do this or blah blah!" Nope. I just had to learn all this the hard way and I'm extremely passionate about it.

Take this advice or don’t ╮(ﾟ～ﾟ;)╭ I can't tell you what to do, I'm not your dad

Adjustments and Small Solutions

If you are feeling physical discomfort while drawing there are many different solutions to try! Here are some suggestions that may or may not work for you.

Hold your pencil more loosely. Stop gripping that thang so tightly!!! Relax that hand! They make these… squishy pen grip things... I think they are called Adaptive Pencil Grips or Adaptive Writing/Drawing Aids? They stop your hand from being all cramped up by making your drawing tool wider. It's going to take a bit of time to adjust to drawing with it, but it's worth it for those who hold pencils too tightly.

Don't press as heavily. For traditional art, if you find yourself pressing really hard to get darker lines try moving to a softer pencil. Most standard pencils are HB, the B pencils have softer graphite. Experiment until you find the right one for you. For Digital, adjust your pressure settings so you don't have to press as hard to get thicker lines. You should not be pressing so hard all the time, it wears out both your hand and your tablet! It takes a bit of time to adapt to pencil or pressure changes. Try doing some unimportant sketches, they don't have to be good. You are just training your hand and mind to adjust using less pressure.

Draw with your arm and not your wrist! It's small repetitive motions that cause the most strain. You probably hear this one a lot, what does it even mean? It means moving your arm with the motions of your line, and trying not to make too many tiny movements with your just your fingers or wrist. This one is hard! It takes time and conscious thought to change the habit. Tips? Work bigger. Zoom in more. Use bigger sheets of paper.

(Motions exaggerated for a clearer example)

Change the angle of your drawing surface. They make angled tablet holders, angled desks, angled desktop raisers. Experiment, find and angle that is comfortable and the one that causes the least pain. (It's also good to make sure you don't have to hold your head at an uncomfortable angle when drawing. Staring straight down or hunching over a paper flat on the table can cause pain!)

Compression Glove? Wrist brace/tensioners? Some folks use them and I've been thinking of getting one for years now. I can't give advice on this one, because I don't have experience with it. Look into it if you want!

Managing Pain

First things first.

IF YOUR HANDS START TO HURT WHILE YOU ARE DRAWING. STOP! Put the pencil/pen/paintbrush/whatever down. The art will still be there for you to continue tomorrow.

I know from experience that it's extremely hard to pull away when you are hyper focused on an art piece. It's hard to remember all sorts of basic needs like food or bathroom when hyper focused. But you Need to stop when you feel that pain. (Preferably even before the pain…)

Take Breaks! Let your hands rest when you can. Just like a machine, if you don't schedule maintenance, the machine will schedule maintenance for you. Often that means having to wait a few days for it to return to functional. Best to take a day off from heavy usage or take an occasional 30 min break throughout the day to let your hands rest.

Stretching is important! Full body stretches are good; your arms, shoulders, neck, and spine are all connected, but I'm specifically talking about HAND and wrist stretching. There are a lot of stretches and massages for carpal tunnel and arthritis out there. I find they work for hand pain in general. Move into and out of each stretch slowly. Do not push a stretch if it hurts!! Be gentle!!

I am not a qualified professional and I will not be giving out specific stretches (that is beyond my personal comfort level). There are other artists out there who have made helpful stretching info-graphics which are cool, but I will not be because i don't want to be responsible for someone accidentally hurting themself. Ask your doctor for stretches & advice or look some up on your own.

Don't feel bad about forgetting to stretch frequently! Of course it is good to do it regularly and frequently, but I would be a hypocrite if I said that I remember to stretch daily. Setting timers for stop and stretch sessions can work for some people, but also doing stretches whenever you remember is fine! If you are sitting on the toilet you can idly do some hand stretches. On the bus? Laying in bed? At the beach? Do a couple stretches! Even just once a week is better than… nonce a week.

Using Cold or Heat to treat pain. If you really overdid it, put your hands in some cold water or wrap a cloth around an ice pack and apply it to your hand. Cold works best for me, but warmth works for others. This is just pain reduction and reducing inflammation from overuse! This is not a permanent solution.

If your hand hurts a lot! Frequently! Talk to your doctor? Idk mine has never given real advice. Just gently poked my hand and told me there isn't much to be done about it :/ but there are really good doctors out there who will care and give helpful advice!

Again. IF IT HURTS TO CONTINUE DRAWING. STOP DRAWING! This is not a "no pain no gain" type situation. Drawing so much that you hurt yourself isn't noble, it's just… limiting yourself. You only get one set of hands. These things are very handy to have.

Other Advice

Things I couldn't figure out how to fit into the earlier sections.

Your other hand can't handle the strain! Lets say you hurt your drawing hand... the other hand is right there free to use for art. Right? Wrong. Your other hand can't keep up with the demand, it hasn't been trained to the same extent as your dominant hand, it does not have the built up muscle. If you want to use that hand for drawing you are going to have to use it s l o w l y and train it bit by bit over a long period of time. When I tore a tendon in my right hand I decided to just keep drawing with my left and I got Really Good at it. It only took like two months before my left hand hurt too much to move. Then I had 0 functioning hands to pull up my pants. Not fun!!

People who draw on phones. That is extremely impressive! I'm amazed by the things people can create on such a small space. But phone artists are the ones I see most frequently mentioning hand pain. please please please make sure you are taking breaks. Would a stylus work instead of using a finger?

Outside of Drawing. Sometimes it's things outside of drawing that are causing the pain. For me there are multiple sources, but I also have tiny baby hands. Holding a phone too long causes pain. The handheld mode for my Switch causes A Lot of pain. The way my hand rests while typing on my laptop hurts! Playing tense videogames for too long hurts! Find the source of your pain and make some changes. The same things will apply to most; take regular breaks, do some stretches, and find soft things to prop up or rest your arms on.

Change your Artstyle. This one is more of a last resort. You might have to change your art style if you are getting sharp pains every time you draw. I loved drawing tight clean lines and many small fancy details, but drawing like that left me in so much pain at the end of the day. In 2023 I had to take the better part of year off from illustrations just to learn how to sketch and draw more loosely. I had to learn how to be gentle. To stop gripping my pencil so tightly. Learn! Adapt! You might discover a new style that you love even more!

A lot of this stuff gets more complicated in a work setting where you have to draw fast and long in order to get paid. Things like reducing your workload can help, but that can be... financially rough. But outside of that, it’s ok to be a slow artist. Going full steam and hurting yourself is not worth it.

Aaaaaanyway, thats all folks. Today's rant brought to you by me! The guy with chronic hand pain who always forgets to stretch! The guy who got frustrated with a sketch yesterday and decided to push to keep drawing for just one more hour! The guy who woke up this morning and had to spend 2 hours massaging and stretching their hands. The guy who probably shouldn't have typed all of this out because ooww ow ouch

If your hands do hurt, it's going to be ok! You don't need to be a speed demon who draws all the time. It's ok to take your time and take frequent breaks. You are going to do great things! Just be gentle with yourself...

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Lazy day! I really tried to relax and I had so much fun drawing this one based on the awesome ‚Loathsome coworkers‘ comic – credits to @chiliger 🤩 Thank you so much for your friendly permission and I hope you like my appreciation artwork inspired by your work 🙏🏼

I laughed so hard and it absolutely made my day, when I saw the original comic and I wanted so badly celebrate the up-kricked Commander Cody and the flat lazy day Vader✨

It absolutely hit my sense of humor and also my nerve, because it‘s sooo hard for me to relax, to let go of my insecurities and trust in my wrist to draw dynamic lines speedy, easy and free handed. I absolutely need to get more confident, but if I try, I often got the same problem like Cody – I just cramp even more 😂

So, what do you think about it? Let me know!

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Edit: Here‘s my explanation / interpretation of what‘s happening on request: It’s drawing style humor 😄 On a lazy day an artist would just speed sketchy lines on the paper without big effort.

Vader is powerful enough to indulge himself in a lazy day (and so in its style), but imperial Commander Cody is too tense and his trial to relax failed miserably, so he got even more detailed drawn with more effort, shading, shaping and bling 😄

But there is also a crux in lazy looking sketches: If the lines aren’t proper on the first try it doesn’t get well or looses it’s dynamics.

So often the reduced drawing is the one from the most sure hand ✨ (and I‘m still drawing Padawan 🙈)

[py-dreamer]

@furornocturna, @violetjedisylveon

hey! Remember that shadowalkers au wip a while back?

And I mean damn, like what a leap? Amirite?

(Just realized I forgot Mac's pouch, Mei, & Wukong's beads

...oops

Pls forgive me I'm a forgetful klutz and am lazy)

Ok so well this be quite the turnabout from the last sketch um:

I included the shadows on the floor, it is called shadowalkers for a reason, and added the wee faces in them like I did for the first piece

The background was a pain in the ass and I tried a lil something something with the lighting/lens flares. Something similar to the lighting in the piece I did where they're cuddling

Now everyone might say multiply on the layers does miracles but can I just saw 'add glow' and 'glow Dodge' are my new best friends? Srsly they give that damn good zest that it needs

I had so much trouble just doing Mac's face in particular. Like the contrast between the dark scalera and light irises was too much even though I did it before and it worked then-

And like his proportions were way off even though they matched the f*cking sketch which looked fine and they didn't match up with Wukong's at all-

Then his hair looked too big and clunky like a large chunk rather than hair and cause Mk's head was blocking it, I couldn't shade correctly-

AND I WAS STARTING TO BLOODY LOOSE IT I WANTED TO PUNCH THIS LIL BI-

But then I made his head bigger and it all worked out 'u'

Here's the og sketch for comparison:

I will admit though, I am quite happy with how my art style has progressed over time and this just might be one of my best pieces.

Genuinely to any of my old marshiemallows, thanks for sticking around! And I welcome any new marshiemallows joining me on my little art adventure so here's love from a random artist on the internet who appreciates your presence to her wacky ramblings and drawings

Oh and btw, I will start to get more busy so pls relax ur expectations in terms of posting schedules (not that I really had one anyways but regardless-)

That birthday challenge was fun but man did it do a number on me

And especially cause I wanna try to focus more on writing the next chap of mah fic 'When the sun sets forever' on ao3

(Shameless plug but which you should totally check out btw, angsty monkies, time travel, Macaque bullying train, it's so much fun)

Oh! And for my fellow marshiemallows who have frequented the dreamscape a couple of times, not guaranteed and I am a wee noob with absolutely no experience in this very little chance I'll do this and it's mainly to see any interest in it so pls don't expect much-

BUT.

[frogsinflannel]

call me by my real name (call me baby) 9-1-1: bucktommy | rated T | 874 words | prompt: non-sexual intimacy

written for @bucktommyfluffebruary - read below or at ao3

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"Hey.  Can I ask a favor?"  Buck looked up from where he'd been meal-prepping, two neat lines of clear glass containers sitting on the counter in front of him.  Tommy's brows raised and a bemused smile curled up his mouth.  "You doing lunch for us?  What's on the menu this week?"

"Rainbow salad," Buck said, beaming.  He pointed to the piles of chopped vegetables scattered on the two cutting boards.  "We've got, uh, bell pepper for red and yellow. Carrots.  Cucumbers, because I thought, uh, three colors of bell pepper was too much.  Or edamame, for green.  I probably have some other options, too, if you want something else.  And then we've got some riced purple cauliflower, and some strips of grilled chicken."

"Evan."  Buck flushed.  No one else said his name like that, with the same loose-weave softness, cool and easy and comfortable.  Tommy grinned and walked over to him.  He pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.  "Thank you, baby," he said, speaking against the skin.

His voice was warm and his mouth was a little damp and Buck's vibrating, wanting-- Well.  Just wanting.  Anything from Tommy he could get.  "You're welcome," he breathed.

"So."  Tommy leans against the counter, feet crossed at the ankle.  He holds up the wrist with the brace on it.  "About that favor?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course.  What did you need?"

Tommy grimaced and then gestured with his left hand to the bottom half of his face.  "I could probably shave myself even with the brace," he said.  "But I thought maybe I'd ask you to do it."  His expression changed, smile sly and his eyes dark, and Buck felt a little curl of heat in his gut.  "I'm sure you wouldn't mind getting all close and personal, huh?  Lathering me up.  Bet you have a steady hand."  Tommy tilted his head because he's a tease and a flirt - and kind of an asshole, too, because he knew what he's doing to Buck.  Which might be a bad thing, if Buck didn't like it so goddamn much.

"I can...  Uh, I can help, yeah."  He swallowed.  "Of course."

Tommy grinned and bumped his shoulder with his good hand.  "Perfect.  Let's get these lunches put together and then get rid of this shitty almost-beard."

They finished the meal-prep for the week and then Buck followed Tommy into the bathroom.  He pulled out a nice safety razor and some moisturizing shaving cream, then leant back against the skin.  "I'm all yours," he murmured.

"S-so I should..."  Tommy's posture was relaxed, his whole big body so at ease.  He tilted his chin up and Buck sketched out the strong, lovely line of his throat.  His mouth went dry.  "The shaving cream?"

Tommy's eyes closed and his mouth curved up warm and crooked and fond.  "Yes," he said.  "You should the shaving cream."

"Don't tease me," Buck said, but he didn't really mean it.  He grabbed the shaving cream and squeezed out a dollop into his hand.  Tommy's waiting, and it seemed silly to ask for permission, so.  He reached out and spread it smoothly over Tommy's skin.

"Ahh," Tommy said.  His lips parted and Buck's gaze was drawn to the line of his open mouth.  "Thank you, baby.  That feels nice."

Buck cleared his throat. It was almost harder to talk to Tommy like this, with his eyes gently closed and the line of his neck long and bare. “Well?” Tommy’s eyes fluttered under thin lids and he wore a smirk, teasing and still so, so fond. “Am I getting shaved or aren’t I?” “Sorry,” Buck said. “I was just… uh. Just thinking?” “Mmm.” Buck’s hand tightened in the razor and his body swayed forward, leaning into Tommy’s. He was pulled, constantly, like a magnetic in his chest with Tommy as the opposite pole. How did he yearn so much for something, he wondered - something right here. Something he already had. One eye popped open. “Thinking about what?”

“Ha.” He looked down, let out a breath. “It’s… Well. I-I like it. That’s what I was thinking. I like it when you say, uh. When you call me baby.” Tommy’s smirk shifted into something softer.  One big hand landed on Buck’s waist and then slid to the small of his back, tugging him forward. “Yeah? You like it?” He pressed a kiss to the corner of Buck’s mouth. Then he leaned closer, nuzzling into the soft skin under Buck’s ear. “Good. Because that’s what you are, isn’t it?” His voice was whisper soft, a warmth ghosting across Buck’s neck. “Tell me, Evan. Tell me what you are.” He groaned, one hand gripping Tommy’s bicep as the other came up to cup the back of his head. His head tilted back and his got one glimpse of the soft yellow light of his bathroom ceiling as his eyes drifted closed. Tommy’s mouth pressed kisses onto him like promises, moving across his throat from one side to the other. He’d remember. He’d wear it like a necklace, the jeweled presses of Tommy’s rough, perfect mouth. “I am,” he said, voice tight. It hurt to speak, the words were so heavy. It felt like a relief to finally get them out. “I’m your baby.”

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(I wrote half of this in present tense before I realized that I'd started in past. I think I got it all fixed and consistent !!! Also I think Buck would have a dressing or sauce for their rainbow salads but I forget to mention it! It haunts me!)

[fr3sh-tragedies]

Artistic S/O Headcanons

[Inside Out 2] Valentina [Val] Ortiz x Female Reader

Summary: General and romantic headcanons for Val with an artistic female S/O.

Word Count: 1.19k Content + Warnings: None Category: Fluff || Headcanons

[A/N]: This was fun to write! I included general artist stuff like sketching and painting, but I also included Reader being a musical artist and if Reader likes to write.

Enjoy!

Personally, I like to think that Val has an artistic side herself

Whenever she’s not practicing or training for hockey, she’s curled up somewhere sketching or painting whatever comes to mind

I like to think she’s a pretty decent artist too

So when she learns that her S/O is also into art, she’s thrilled

She’ll come to you most of the time for advice or ideas on a piece, especially if you’re at a higher skill level than she is

Sometimes there’ll be days where you’re hanging out alone together and just sitting close to each other while you both draw

If she isn’t in the mood to sketch or paint, or if she just doesn’t have any ideas, she’ll either lean against your shoulder to watch you work, or she’ll settle behind you and pull your back into her chest so she can hold you

When in the latter position, her arms will rest comfortably around your waist without getting in the way and her head will plant itself gently against your shoulder so she can peer over and watch you work

She’ll throw in plenty of compliments here and there about whatever it is you’re working on

If you’re looking for inspiration or encouragement, she’ll provide it for you somehow

If you like to sketch people and she sees that you’ve drawn her, she’ll get uncharacteristically sheepish, telling you that you made her look so good in your style and that she feels honored you chose her as your model

Definitely likes to do that challenge where you trade off drawings every five minutes and add something random to it until it’s a finished piece

I can either see her as having a really loose, relaxed style, or a unique abstract style where she focuses more on the angular sides of things

Regardless of her own style, she 100% likes to doodle you from time to time, especially if you’re nearby and she can use you for reference instead of going based off of memory

If she doesn’t draw or anything, then she’ll happily ask you to give her quick lessons here and there

Though, most of the time she just stares lovingly at you, adoring how passionate you are about your craft and how easily you can explain things to her (even if she’s not necessarily listening)

If you don’t have your sketchbook or anything solid to draw on, she’ll offer you one of her arms and a few pens or markers so you can doodle something random on her skin

She likes the feeling of you holding her arm so still and tracing random patterns or shapes against her skin, and she often gets lost in a daze just watching you draw on her

When you finish, she’ll keep her sleeves rolled up. Partially to let the ink dry, but mainly to show off what you’ve drawn on her

Not sure if she’d be the type to get tattoos, but if she ever did get one, she would go to you immediately to help her design one

If you ever enter your pieces into competitions or shows for school or otherwise, she’s going to be your #1 supporter the entire time. Even if you don’t get first place, she’s cheering you on and offering you every ounce of encouragement she has in her body

You’re always there to cheer her on during her hockey matches, so she likes to return the favor, even if it’s just a small competition

If you ever open commissions, she’s the first one to buy one from you, and she’ll continue to buy one from you at least once or twice a month

She’ll bring it up to her team and gladly show off your work, telling them you’re open for commissions

They all also buy a piece from you each time, wanting to support you almost as much as Val does herself

Her teammates adore you with all of their hearts, and they love how happy you make Val, so they want to return the favor and let you know that they admire and appreciate you

Val absolutely spam-likes your posts if you have an art account. That, and she’ll post each and every one on her story with compliments (as well as lowkey bragging that she has such a creative and talented girlfriend)

Will 100% pose or model for you if you want her to, though she’ll crack plenty of flirty jokes throughout your process, wanting to see you smile as you work

If you’re just wanting to have a chill session where you’re just drawing (separately or together), she’ll put on music in the background, occasionally singing along with it if she knows it

Speaking of music:

If you’re more of a musical artist, she’s absolutely wanting to listen to whatever you make, even if it’s just something as simple as a beat

If you play any instruments or sing, she’s sitting right by your side or holding you from behind as she listens to you play or sing

I can see her having a pretty voice, so if she were to ever sing with you, she’d likely make harmonies or duets sounds great

Definitely listens to any music you make and will support you all the way if you choose to try and make it into a career

There’ll definitely be mini concerts in the kitchen or while listening to music together while cleaning the place, and she always makes sure you know just how beautiful your voice is

She’ll help you come up with lyrics or melodies if you need it

To make sure you know she’s being genuine with her support, she’ll throw in specific things she likes about your art, musical or not, so it doesn’t sound like a vague, generic compliment

She’d compliment how bold your strokes are when painting or sketching, how specific features of a face or item you doodle look stunning, how captivating the color palette you chose is, etc.

She’d also compliment how smooth your voice is if you’re singing, how catchy the melody you came up with is, how the chords you chose match the tone of the song perfectly, and so on and so forth

If you like to write stories, she’s reading each one the moment you tell her she can

Writing a book? She’s there whenever you need help coming up with a scene or a plot point

Typing up a random short story to get the creative juices flowing? She’s listing out potential names for characters and describing things that could catch the reader’s attention

She’ll help you develop your own writing style over time and will celebrate every little victory with you, even if it’s something as simple as finishing a chapter or scene you were struggling with

Overall, she’s an incredibly supportive girlfriend to her artistic S/O, and she absolutely wants everyone to know just how incredibly talented you are. She joins in regardless of how good she is at drawing, painting, sculpting, singing, making music, writing, etc. because she loves making sure you know that she’s just as passionate about your interests as you are

[sepptember]

𝐃𝐄𝐖𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 :: miles morales

pairing :: miles morales x gn!reader.

content warning(s) :: none!

sypnosis :: miles is spending the evening with you, the tv playing in the background. he decides you look pretty on paper. requested here.

word count :: 0.587k

Miles loves rainy days, but he loves them more with you—the soft hum of your tv playing as your fairy lights add a soft warmth to your bedroom, the rain drumming against the window.

You look beautiful, undone for the night, wearing the matching pajamas you insisted on buying the both of you. He loves seeing you relaxed. He loves the calm you bring after a long day that he melts into. He loves you.

And maybe that's what compels him to grab his sketchbook from his backpack, taking out his pencils and markers. He takes in the details of your face, following the edges of your nose, your eyes glowing in the reflection of your lights and the tv. He copies every one of them on the paper. You occupy numerous pages in his sketchbook already—what’s wrong with another?

It's rough at first, a loose sketch of the more vague pieces of you and the window in the background. Miles takes in the different colors, the warmth of the room bouncing off your skin, and the changing colors of the scenes, and he mimics them with his pencils and markers.

Miles steals you from the world. He swiftly curls your image into his fingers and lays you flat on the paper, carefully tucking you away before the world can steal you back. He will have that peaceful picture of you forever, and Miles wants the world to be jealous of that. He wants it to envy him for being able to keep that exact moment of you forever because the world only got it for a second.

The show is a few more episodes in when he finishes—you've changed positions, your head resting on your mountain of stuffed animals and blankets, but he still managed to copy you perfectly.

“Miles,” You say, his eyes moving from his sketchbook and up to you. Your eyes are slightly droopy, your voice just slightly a grumble. “What're you drawing?”

The way you say drawing makes him feel like a kindergartener with crayons. Suddenly, his art has become a scribbled stick figure. “Just a doodle.”

“Can I see?” You ask, and it feels like it'd be illegal to say no—even though he knows you'd completely understand if you did. He hands you the open book with a hint of embarrassment. He's sketched you so many times before but rarely shows them to you. He worries you'll think they're terrible.

You grab it as if it will tear at the seams if you're not delicate, but you beam when you finally see the page. You pull it onto your lap, taking in every little detail, completely mesmerized in a way Miles wasn't expecting.

“Oh my god,” You say, the smile growing, and Miles wants to copy that onto paper, too. “This is amazing, Miles. Really.”

He can't help the way he smiles at your compliment. It's an ego booster, almost. His parents have showered him with comments about his creativity, but they've never affected him much because they're his parents. Yet when you say it, it's something completely different. He values your opinion and cradles every comment you have close to his heart. “Do you have more? Not one of me! Just more art you'd be okay with letting me see.”

“You can flip through all of it. I don't mind.” He says, scooting closer to you. You grin again, and he swears it's the prettiest thing in the world, and he knows it will look just as pretty on paper.

reblogs > likes!! thank you for reading. <3 requests are open!

[live-laugh-legolas]

Hello!! Could you do headcanons of the fellowship + Faramir and what art they like/do as a hobby? Like painting, music, knit, and so on. Thank you!!

I was working on this but it got pushed to the back as I try to prioritize asks so this is perfect!

Hobbies of the fellowship (+Faramir)

Aragorn:

-Whittling

-He has a lot of downtime during his time as a ranger

-And he is surrounded by sticks and stuff and was probably already fiddling with a knife

-He often doesn’t take the little animals he makes with him so he either gives them to kids in a village he is near, or just leaves them around for someone to find

-I can also imagine him keeping a guitar with him so he can play around a fire at night during his travels

-A very humble player but also not shy about playing or singing if asked

Legolas:

-Anything physical really

-Climbing, swimming, gymnastics, etc

-He just needs to be moving

-He also has a habit of taking in orphaned or injured animals to nurse them back to health

-Would just have a squirrel in his pocket like Bob Ross

-His father has had to tell him multiple times that bunnies are not allowed on the dinner table

Gimli:

-He plays the flute

-Don’t ask how I know because no one will ever see him playing

-But he does

-He also enjoys jewelry making

-He’s a dwarf who appreciates a pretty piece of metal work or a perfectly shiny jewel

-I have an uncle who will sharpen knives at family gatherings because he doesn’t really want to talk to anyone (and I can’t blame him) but he also loves glitter and stuff, and that’s loosely how I picture Gimli

Boromir:

-I love that you mentioned knitting because that is exactly what I picture this man doing

-He’s not particularly good, but also not bad

-Mostly just makes scarves to relax

-Faramir has so many scarves and hats

-He definitely donates the extras that aren’t given to his brother

-Side note, he cannot crochet despite trying to

Frodo:

-Learning languages

-We know he has learned elvish to an extent and I think that this is a passion of his

-Loves to teach his friends “swears” that are actually compliments

-He also likes making origami

-Nothing too extravagant, just little cranes and stars maybe

-But he makes so many he doesn’t know what to do with them

-He will hide little cranes all around the shire for other hobbits to find

Sam:

-I mean this one is obvious…

-He loves gardening!

-He feels so accomplished when he gets to watch his plants grow, and eat fresh food from the ground

-Potatoes

-I also think he would secretly enjoy writing poetry

-I’m pretty sure Bilbo taught him how to read and write and he makes sure to put it to use so he doesn’t forget how

-He may not be Shakespeare but it is always sweet and from the heart

Merry:

-Riding

-He loves to take his pony around the shire

-He also likes experimenting with cooking and drink making

-It’s not always good, in fact it often isn’t, but it’s the process to him that matters

-If he were in modern days he would love the movie Ratatouille

Pippin:

-He is a very musical hobbit

-When he’s not stuffing his face he’s playing instruments and singing at the Green Dragon

-I also think he would really love making pottery

-The feel of molding the clay on the wheel really quiets his mind which frankly he really needs from time to time

Gandalf:

-Ok hear me out

-Ik this isn’t technically really a hobby but he likes napping

-He wants to find the most peaceful spot and just close his eyes for a little

-He’s a man who is always on the move so being able to take time to relax is always important to him

-(One of my favorite things to do is take a nap on the couch with my cats and I’m insistent that this is a hobby lol)

*Bonus Faramir:

-I think he likes to draw

-He doesn’t really paint, but he likes to sketch with charcoal and pencils

-He carries around a little sketchbook so he can just sit somewhere and draw

-Boromir loves to see his brothers art because he is so proud of his little brother

[greenygreenland]

Tell Him: Hunter x Reader

-i love omega so ima write about her at 1:29 even though i have school tomorrow

-i write for female reader because that's what I'm most comfortable with (I'm sorry, please don't be offended, I don't mean anything by it!)

Summary: Omega thinks it's time she play matchmaker behind your back.

The warm steam after a nice shower was enough to relax anyone. You finished running a brush through your long hair and made your way out of the 'fresher. Omega sat in the common room, kicking her feet back and forth with that usual bright smile of hers.

It's been nearly a month since you've met her. You can't say it feels like that though. She got on well with you, and she's become a little sister, someone who tended to look up to you and watch your every move. But what made her such a wonderful companions wasn't just her jolly personality. No, it was her perceptiveness. Sometimes, you wanted to curse that trait of hers.

Such as now.

"What are you thinking about?" she inquired. You folded your towel and plopped into the seat next to her with a shrug. "Maybe about what we're going to eat next week. Credits don't come by easily, Omega." She leaned back with a huff, blowing away a loose strand of hair. "Besides credits, economics, whatever, you got to have something else to think about."

"Housing, fuel--"

"Not that!" she cried, throwing her arms up in the air. "I'm talking about..." She motioned to a certain boy down the hall, lips pulled into the most devious smirk she could muster. Hunter stood a little ways away, back turnt and eyes focused on a lone datapad. You were glad he was preoccupied, or else he'd surely hear the conversation.

Omega grinned. "Well?"

You didn't like the look in her eye, or the way she smugly raised her brows. "I don't know what you're talking about." you stated. "I need to go put my stuff away, I'll be back."

"Urgh." She leaned forward as far as she would go over her knees and let out the galaxy's longest sigh. "Come on, you're just lying to yourself! And don't you dare evade the question (Y/n)!"

But you weren't listening. Maker forbid Hunter hear the nonsense Omega spewed. There was no way he'd see you the same way you saw him, so what was the point in trying? It would only ruin your friendship and make everything awkward. You couldn't have that. Especially since you all lived together, there would be no avoiding him if things went sour.

You padded over to your room. Omega shared it with you, and in the small space, you couldn't waste a single plot of land. Boxes lay under your bunk, a mix of Omega's and your own. The walls were spray painted with Clone Force 99's logo. Beside it, tacked to the durasteel wall with adhesive, was a messy sketch on an old piece of flimsi. You can't remember when you drew it.

Omega liked it though, so you kept it there.

A sigh escaped your lips as you hung your towel to dry and threw the pair of dirty clothes into a basket. You wondered what Hunter was up to. He looked so focused on his datapad earlier, scrolling, typing, and doing whatever. Maybe he was figuring out your next stop. Maybe he was just looking at old reports. He had his lips pressed so thinly, and his gaze so focused. With his hair back in the crimson bandana, and a lax stance, he couldn't look more--

You paused. No. There was no way you'd think like that. No, no, no. A groan escaped your lips and you punched the bed with a frustrated groan. "What the kriff! Why can't he just--urgh." You fell to your knees, head hitting the edge of the bed with a low 'thump'.

Hunter was a really sweet guy. He liked to bring you a cup of caf or tea when you stayed up late. Sometimes he brought a small snack too, along with whatever else your heart desired. And not only was he good with weapons, battle tactics, and taking care of his brothers, but helping Omega. Yes. He was actually a really great brother to his tiny, little sister.

Now, about his looks? Oh, you could go on about that for days (just like with his personality). His eyes weren't soft, but they weren't cold either. They were neutral, yet caring and warm like a fire on a cold night. And when he looked at you with those honey hues, he admired more than your appearance. He saw you like how Omega looked at the cool hues of hyperspace. With wonder, awe, and adoration.

The doors swished open and you jolted to your feet. Hunter held up his hands. "Woah, just me." he stated. Your shoulders relaxed and you let out a breath. Hunter made his way inside, brows knitted uncertainly. "Omega said you needed something? Can't say you look like it."

Your heartbeat seemed to steadily rise. You wished it wouldn't because if it were any louder, then Hunger would have heard.

Maybe he already did.

When you were through with this, you'd chew Omega out. How dare that little runt set you up with the boy you love. How dare she remind you how much you'd like to run your hands through his hair. How dare she--

Hunter shifted from foot to foot. "Something wrong?" By the raised brow, you had a feeling he heard your racing heart. Dang that Omega. Dang her. "Nope, nothing's wrong Hunter! I just...uh...was wondering..."

About what? Where we're going next? No, that's stupid. You already knew.

Hunter suspiciously folded his arms across his chest. "If there's something bothering you, it's okay. I'll listen." Your cheeks flared red and the room began to spin a little. "Uhm, uh...where's Omega?"

"Down the hall."

"I'll just as her for 'help'."

Hunter didn't fail to notice the way you clenched your jaw. He had a feeling you wanted to say something else, but thought better of asking. You dipped out of the room and raced towards the little rascal with a frown. "Omega!"

She looked up from her notebook. You'd lent it to her a while back, and she's never given it back since (not that you mind). "What do you think you're doing?" She raised a brow with a smug smile. "Nothing, why? Do you need me for anything?"

You plopped into the seat next to her and snatched the pen from her.

"Hey, that's mine."

You rolled your eyes. "Just wait," you flipped to a new page. "I'll give it back." You scribbled a short sentence. She watched curiously.

Did you tell Hunter anything?

You handed her the pen.

Maybe.

You rolled your eyes.

What do you mean maybe? He's on to me.

Omega snorted.

Duh. That's the point. If you're too scared to say anything, then make sure he knows that you like him.

You made a face.

Why?

It was Omega's turn to roll her eyes.

So he'll confess to you first!

You paused. That actually wasn't a bad idea, but you couldn't say it was a hundred percent fool-proof. What if he got shy? What if he decided being friends was better? What if he didn't like you like you liked him?

"Dang it Omega." you grunted. She peered over your shoulder and grinned. "Hi Hunter!" You followed her gaze just as he awkwardly waved. He was cute like that. You liked those little quirks about him, it was what gave him charm.

"(Y/n) has a question for you!"

You stuck a finger in her side, right under the ribs. She jolted, laughing as you tickled her. "No--I--do--not!"

"Yes!" she cried through tears. "Yes she does!"

Hunter made his way over with a look of bewilderment. "What is it?" He watched as you continued to tickle Omega for her daring stunt. She deserved it. After all she's done to you today, too.

Suddenly, she stiffened. You paused, and she took that moment to shove you over the table. She was strong, way more than you gave her credit. You flew into Hunter, who wrapped his arms around you as he hit the deck with a groan. He was about to get up, but then he tripped over air and threw out his arms on either side of your head to avoid squishing you under him.

"Omega!" you shouted. "Why did you have to do that?"

She slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes all wide and sparkly. "Woah."

"'Woah' yourself. You went too far this--" You looked up, and that was when you realised what had happened. Hunter's eyes met your own. If he didn't hear your racing heart back in your room, then he certainly did now. Your face burned, your body felt warm. Too warm.

"I--uh--sorry."

You shook your head. "No--it's not your fault--I..." Hunter stood and offered a hand. You took it and he pulled you up like you weighed nothing. "Sorry about that," he muttered. You shook it off with a shrug. "No, it's--it's fine." Maker, why was your face still on fire?

"(Y/n) wants to say something!" Omega called. Your cheeks flared even worse, if that was possible. "No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do!" She jumped onto the table. "Just say it! I can't take it anymore!"

Hunter knitted his brows together. "What is it?"

The heat rising rapidly to your face made the room spin again. You covered her cheeks with a groan, leaning against what you thought would be the wall, only for a pair of arms to catch you before you tripped.

Hunter's arms.

Oh, you couldn't take this anymore! Why did he have to catch you with such a tender look on his face? Such a concerned frown that made him look like a puppy?

"I--I uh...sorry...!" you squeaked. "I just...I..."

Hunter still hadn't let you go and it was distracting how his grip had tightened around your waist as you went limp in his arms. He placed you on your feet, a brow raised that was much too attractive for his own good. "Just spit it out already. You've been acting weird lately."

"I like you."

"What?"

"What?" you echoed with wide eyes. "I didn't say anything."

But instead of a sour frown or a distant glance to the side, light flickered in Hunter's honey eyes. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall. You thought you would pass out as he sized you up and down.

"If my hearing weren't so good, I would've doubted what came out of your mouth," he smiled. "I've been wondering when you'd confess. Took longer than I thought."

You turned to Omega and shook her violently back and forth. "You little stinker! You knew this whole time!"

"I--don't--know--what--you--mean!"

You shook her harder, and if it weren't for Hunter splitting you both apart, you would have absolutely shown Omega a thing or two you learned in defense class. She only giggled, as if you weren't about to rip her head off.

"All's well that ends well?" she said with a sheepish grin.

A snarky retort sat on your lips, only to vanish as Hunter's gaze fell upon yours, tender and gentle. "For once, I agree with the kid." He smiled and it was like spring had come early. "Don't you agree, (Y/n)?"

It was hard to formulate a sentence with how red your face burned.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

How would the M6 react to MC being drunk in front of them for the first time? The kind of drunk that changes MC's demeanor, and now they're all giggly and reckless

The Arcana HCs: M6 reacting to a drunk MC

~ I love this request. Also I know some of you are going to read this and wonder what the M6 are like when they get drunk, which is why I'll be reblogging the original creator's response to that question right after I post this! Love you guys - brainrot ~

- to set the scene-

It has been a very, very long Friday and you have never been more ready for the weekend. Unfortunately, by the time you make it back to your living space, you find a little note from your beloved apologizing because they're going to be back later than expected. You sigh, drop your bag onto the table, kick off your shoes and lean back to relax. You had picked up some spiked lemonade on your way back to try with them, but you figure a glass ahead of time wouldn't be too bad. You take a sip and are immediately disappointed by how little alcohol you can taste.

Half an hour and two large glasses later you can feel your head beginning to swim. Surely you aren't drunk, that stuff has next to nothing in it - until you check the label attached to the back and your eyes grow wide at the numbers you read. Just as the humor sets in and you begin to giggle you hear the door open.

"MC? I'm sorry I'm late ..."

Julian

Did he expect to come home to a drunk and giggling MC? No. Is he mad about it? Also no

He can't help it, the first thing he's trying to do is evaluate you. How drunk are you? Will he also be having a few drinks tonight or is he going to be staying sober so you can let loose?

He watches as you follow Malak around the house, trying to mimic his hoarse cawing

Water it is

Come to think of it, this is a fantastic chance to display his theatrical talents. He's always had a knack for comedy

You make one of the best audiences he's had in years. Even the jokes he doesn't deliver as well as he wants to are met with uncontrollable laughter

Will absolutely act out a comedy sketch in one of his stolen wigs, the plot getting increasingly ridiculous as he gets swept away in the moment

Will die of shame the next morning when you start quoting his amphibian-inspired Romeo and Juliette improv around the house:

"Forgive me, father frog, I got the warts from the toad. But how was I to resist him? His croaking was so passionate -"

Asra

When they opened the door and heard your giggles they knew it was a good night

And then he rounded the corner and saw your flushed face and lidded eyes and dopey smile and knew that you were apparently having a really good night

They're just pulling out a chair to pour themselves a drink too when they feel a draft and look up in time to see you marching out the back door

Now he's giggling as he jogs to catch up with you, wondering where on earth drunk you has decided to go at this time of night

The docks, apparently. Their story about Faust in the palace garden maze has inspired you to try the same thing

In the middle of the night

While you are not as sober as you should be to practice life-preserving magic

The problem is that Asra is your best/worst enabler, so if trespassing on the ships to jump off of their masts is what you want to do, then that's what the two of you are doing

Three, if you count Faust

You are absolutely going to get nauseated from all the floating and puke all over him

They had it coming for enabling you, but what they didn't see coming was you pulling them into the ocean for an impromptu bath

Nadia

She's never seen you so drunk before, normally when you drink with her it's at big dinners so you don't even get tipsy

She's wavering on how to respond. Should she partake in whatever delightful brew you've apparently smuggled into the palace?

Or should she dedicate herself to taking care of you instead?

Oh but now you're giggling and collapsing into her lap, asking her about her day -

She's telling you about this one meeting with a certain courtier and now you're interrupting her, arms flung wide as you go on a drunken rant about them

Well. She knew you tended to filter your thoughts in the palace, but she had no idea your opinions were this colorful. Or hilariously stated

Now she's reaching for the bottle of spiked lemonade and pouring you another glass. What other amusing judgments have you been hiding?

Muriel

Will spend the evening taking the most excellent care of you while she prompts you for more rants

Here, lie down in her lap, drink some water, let her give you a massage, and tell her more about your thoughts on the chamberlain's most recent outfit decision, and how it resembled a stoned flamingo

Happy to hear that you're happy, but a little unsure of how to proceed

Were you planning on getting drunk? Did something happen to make you want to get drunk?

Oh, the lemonade was stronger than expected? Ok

Wait no stop trying to climb him. He's not a tree. You're going to bump your head

Oh, now you're wondering outside and loudly singing. And Inanna's going with you because she thinks it's hilarious

He's enjoying this uninhibited side of you but he's concerned for your safety

And for the safety of all the natural wildlife that may encounter you in this state

Wait no don't climb that tree

When did you get so good at climbing trees? He's never even seen you try by yourself before and now you're a good twenty feet up???

Does he climb up after you? How will he convince you to come back down?

"... MC? If you come down, I'll cuddle you."

A moment of silence. Did it work?

All he hears is a faint "catch meee ..." from high above his head before you come hurtling down through the branches

He doesn't know how he survived all the heart attacks you gave him that night

Portia

Immediately inspecting whatever it is that got you so happy. She wants in on your secrets

Spiked lemonade? From that market stall? Haha, no wonder you're plastered

She'll have a little bit, but what she really wants to know is if you'll hear out her crazy ideas for your magic abilities

"MC? Is it possible to do magic while you're drunk?"

She's met with a lopsided grin and an unsteady flash of the funniest looking sparkles she's ever seen

Were those supposed to be ... in the shape of Pepi? Or a sea monster?

Oh, this is going to be so much fun

Takes you out into the garden because she needs to know if Cinderella's pumpkin coach can actually happen (one of her guilty reading pleasures)

You come up with some abomination consisting of several squash, a whole mess of vines, and one terrified rat

The two of you end up going on a joyride through the fields behind the palace, lurching violently in all directions

There is now a rumor of the menacing giggling cryptid that wanders through the fields at dusk, scattering chunks of ravaged gourd

Lucio

Party time? Party time!!

Already loudly praising your drinking habits as he starts gulping straight from the bottle

Maybe he would savor it normally, but you started without him so now he needs to catch up

He makes the same mistake you did, of not reading the label and assuming it was weak, and the bottle is empty in minutes

"You know MC, I'm kinda surprised something that weak got you that smashed ohhhhh wait a minute -"

He just stood up and is now swaying in place, startled by the headrush

And then he hears you snorting with laughter at yourself as you try to tell the worst dad joke he's ever heard

Normally at this point he'd be caught up in the frenzy of an out of control party, what's he supposed to do when it's just the two of you?

Except you told the punchline first, and then the beginning, but now you're kind of backtracking through the middle, and you're breathless with giggles, and he's laughing too

That's it, that's how the rest of the night goes, ruining all of your favorite jokes and laughing until you're nauseated and his mascara is streaming down his cheeks

[yngtort]

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘦

pairing - h.hyj x blckfem reader

Contents - nsfw(mdni), teasing, dirty talk, praising, sexual tension, kissing, flirting, temp play

Premise - after agreeing to be hyunjins model, y/n ends up with more paint than the canvas

A/n : this has been locked away in the deepest darkest depths of my notes so it’s a lil risqué. There’s no actually smut in this but it hints at it <3 Have funnnn

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Y/n was really rethinking her life decisions right now.

If she had known that she’d be laying across a white couch, barely clothed in a button up for hours…she wouldn’t have accepted seungmins offer of being a model.

But if she’s completely honest, the thin layer of clothing wasn’t the thing bothering her. Nor was the aching pain in her bones from posing.

It was the burning gaze of the artist in front of her, hwang hyunjin. He sat behind his canvas, pencil in hand as he sketched away. Y/n thought he was a hell of a man, though she’s not special…because everyone on campus thought so as well.

Hyunjin had a princely look to him, long blonde locks and a lean build. People trip over themselves staring at him, no matter the gender. His beauty was undefeated.

Which is why y/n couldn’t help but feel incredibly insecure having him trace every inch her body with his eyes. She’s never felt so vulnerable and embarrassed in her life. Such a gorgeous person using her as a reference for his art. It seemed taboo, like something that should never happen.

She watched from her position as hyunjin pushed back his blonde locks in frustration. Her breath hitched invariably when he looked up from the canvas at her. What was it? Had she done something wrong? Does she look weird? she could feel her body tense at the thought.

Unexpectedly, hyunjin removed himself from behind the canvas. He took a long stride her way and squatted down towards his model. Y/n gulped as he he did so, nervously scooting back in her spot.

“Y-yes?” She stuttered out, eyes darting around and trying to avoid his gaze.

“May I?” hyunjins asked, gesturing to her shirt. She had no idea what he was requesting of her but she still she nodded. She was way too nervous to reject him, especially at this distance.

Y/n watched as the blondes slender fingers started to pop loose the buttons of the silk. He stopped until her collar bones were exposed and the shirt slipped off her shoulders. The action felt so intimate, like something else other than a simple adjustment of clothing was going on.

He then proceeded to pose her. Moving her as gently as possible, like she was a porcelain doll that could break at any-moment.

Y/n’s skin felt like it was on fire. every place his hands touched seemed to burn with the greed for more.

Hyunjin placed his fingers under her chin, slowly tilting it up. Her eyes fluttered at him, brown orbs glossy and he couldn’t help chuckle.

“I’m going to need you relax, sweetheart.” He smiled, “you can do that for me, right?”

Fuck.

Why did his words have to sound like they belong in the bedroom? Y/n’s imagination was running wild, thinking about the scenario where he’d say that to her while…well, yknow.

Not receiving a response, hyun raised an eyebrow at her. The girl was clearly wrapped in her own world and he couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you thinking about so intensely?” He asked, running his finger against her lips.

That gesture was enough to bring y/n back to reality.

“Am i making you uncomfortable? If so, I can find someone else-”

“No!” Y/n had practically screamed, grabbing on to his wrist. Hyunjins eyes had widened just a bit, enough for her to notice. She let go and cleared her throat.

“I mean, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine..I’m just um…self conscious ” She spluttered, eyes darting around once again.

Hyunjin hummed, “do you want some reassurance?”

“Huh?” She blinked.

“Whatever you’re self conscious about, don’t worry about it. I asked seungmin to convince you to be my model for a reason.”

Confusion painted across her face, “you asked for me?”

The blonde nodded with a smile and took one of her hands into his. “From the day I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful. I had never seen someone as stunning as you. I practically begged seungmin to ask you- I wanted to paint you and share your beauty with the world.”

Y/n was speechless. Never did she ever think she’d be hearing such a praise from hwang hyunjin himself. She almost didn’t believe him, but then she remembered the rumor that hyunjin only drew what he found worthy. He had turned down multiple people who had offered to be his muse….but he looked for her specifically. This was crazy.

“Now, please relax. I’m gonna finish off the sketch and start painting soon.” He told and y/n only nodded, still in shock.

“Good girl.”

-

It wasn’t long until hyunjin had finished the sketch. Before y/n knew it the blonde had started pulling out his paint and mixing it. She was a little less tense than before, but she still froze whenever hyun would look up at her from his canvas.

From the moment I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful.

That phrase kept replaying in her head. She found it funny how many times she’s heard those words, but they were always directed towards hyunjin. She chuckled to herself, grabbing the attention of the artist in question.

“What’s got you giggling over there, hmm?” He questioned, peeking up at her again.

“Oh- no it was nothing..” she quickly shook her head, face heating up.

once again, the artists left the canvas. He had his brush and palettes still in his hand. Y/n watched him curiously.

“Do you mind if i see if this color matches?” He inquired.

She was bewildered, but she still nodded. She was too focused on how quickly the distance began to close as hyunjin came down to eye level.

She watched as the brush was brought to the exposed skin of her thigh. Thats when she started to understand what hyunjin was saying.

the icy cold paint made her whimper. Although she tried to muffle it, it could be heard by the artist.

Hyun looked up at her with concern but her facial expression ignited something in him that made him want do it again. “Ah, not close enough .” He sucked in a breath, even though it was the perfect shade of brown.

Once again hyun started to mix paint together, before going in and with another stroke.

Y/n placed a hand over her mouth, trying not to make any weird noise as the artist continued to paint her thighs. For some reason the temperature of the paint on such a sensitive area was sending electrifying sensations through her body.

It felt so good, but so wrong.

For hyunjin, he was enjoying her reactions a little too much. The way she’d tighten her thighs and desperately try to keep quiet, he found it cute.

“Y/n, is there something wrong?” Hyunjin called out to her. She looked at him with wide eyes, completely embarrassed about the feelings coursing through her. “The paint is cold isn’t it?”

“Y-yea..”

“I’m sorry, beautiful. just a hold on a little more. I’m almost there.”

Again, his words were pillow talk worthy. She could feel her chest burn at them.

The brush hit her again and this time she couldn’t stop the moan from leaving her lips. Her eyes met the gaze of hyunjin and she felt like dissolving right there.

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to-”

“I wanna hear it again.” He said

“What?”

In a blink of an eye, hyunjins paint and brushes was discarded on the floor as he placed himself on top of y/n. She was shocked at the man’s actions.

“Can I kiss you ?”

She stared up at him for a second, seemingly questioning if this was actually happening or if this was a crazy dream, before muttering out a soft yes.

With that hyunjin, crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was tender and passionate, their bodies pressed up against eachother. This was the moment they both have been unconsciously waiting for. All the sexual tension that had built up between them in the past few hours had finally been set free.

They let their desires consume them whole. Stripping each other down until they there was nothing but skin.

-

[whitherwordswither]

00: Wrapped Up For Your Safety

Relax.

It was a simple, singular word. But I felt it reverberate throughout my entire being. It brought with it feelings of comfort and warmth, and as much as it sang soothingly to the soul, it also requested obedience. And I did not want to comply.

My body was immobilized, held down and in place by what felt like a thousand soft wires. Undulating. Squeezing. Massaging every muscle that was in contact. Every nerve screamed out in such uncertainty, fluctuating and unable to choose an appropriate response. Fight, flight, or fold. I wanted to yell, to cry, to curse, to beg. The vines held loose around my mouth, not tight enough to cause any discomfort, but there were enough to muffle my protests. I stared helplessly up in to the bright, shimmering eyes of a creature that by all standard human logic... should not have existed.

One by one more words filtered through the jumbled static of my brain, penetrating the stubborn walls of my own subconscious. And I was letting them in, a betrayer unto myself.

Breathe with me, little human. In. Out. In. Out.

There you go. Just like that. You're safe. No harm will come to you.

Relax. I am here now.

I felt my resolve crumbling, washing away, bathed in the lapping of gentle waves. I was the shore. And this impossible organism was the sea. Endless. Encompassing. My body went limp in the comforting cocoon of foliage. The face above me shifted, the briefest flash of too many teeth, like tiny spines. I blinked, trying to move my head, to shake the sight away like an Etch-a-Sketch. When I looked again that mouth was set in a tender smile. Inviting. I slowly lost myself in those vibrant eyes, pulled inward in to a swirling void of untethered relief.

You've had such a terribly long day and you've earned your rest.

Do not worry. I will not leave your side. You are safe.

Promises of security and well-being whispered through my vessel. I swear I saw a colorful little flower zip passed my peripheral then felt a faint pinprick against my neck. The vines began to unravel from the lower half of my face, my mouth opening to take a breath on instinct despite having been able to breathe perfectly fine. I moved my lips, or felt them moving, articulating words that my vocal cords refused to enunciate. The world started to dim. First the edges, then spreading in until all I could see was the creature's face.

Sleep now, my little darling~

And dream sweetly~

An intense loving warmth engulfed me and I had no will left to push against it. I no longer had the strength... or the want. A languid smile spread across my face as my eyes began to flutter closed. That's right. I could relax. I was safe. Something at the far edges of my dissolving consciousness registered more shifting, movement. My body was being carried and I couldn't have cared less to where. I could finally sleep.

I let the warmth and darkness smother my senses, like a leaf in the draw of a gentle stream.

...

That was the first day I met an Affini face to face. The first day I met Trimixthis. And the first day that my life began to feel like it really had a purpose... even if that purpose was artificially fabricated.

[raccoonfallsharder]

a handful of OCs

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a library of art for my OCs, including ones i haven't drawn yet but plan to! this lil masterlist does or will include art of

jo aka jolie from Window Across the Galaxy ✓

pearl aka madame lizette lavenza from cicatrix ✓

??? from love is blind: andromeda

??? from the mechanics of happiness

sanna orix from cicatrix , giftwrap, & take what you need)

anaya’s wife from cicatrix

jolie from Window Across the Galaxy

jolie is a normal terran girl who is only a badass when her protective instincts are triggered. mostly she just likes to draw pretty things, including that raccoon she saved from yondu udonta's ravager vessel. also she's a mess.

physically she has pale, almost-platinum hair, long and sleek and entirely too-much. she wears it down most of the time, basically giving rocket a coronary every time she gets too near a jet turbine, till eventually he convinces her to keep it in a bun (which it is always halfway falling out of). she has brown eyes and freckles and usually wears leggings, a sports bra, and raggedy oversized sweatshirts with stupid (but often narratively-relevant) sayings on them.

favorite scene from WATG (rocket & jo) ✓ initial jo sketches & concepts ✓ more jolie sketches with more detail ✓ official og jo portrait ✓ lineless jo [COMING SOON]

other peoples' jolie-art

jolie's painting of rocket by @hibataao3 makes me cry every time i look at it

very first portrait of jolie by @raccoonmybeloved ~ so fucking cute i died

sims of jo by @evolvingchaoswitch ~ particularly love her paint-spattered outfit

an absolutely drool-worthy nsfw of rocket & jolie by @lazarel-3000 that permanently has altered my brain chemistry and lives in my mind forever ♡♡♡

adorable jolie sketches by @moonnpiie that truly capture what i mean when i describe jo as having “everywhere-hair.” plus her lil art-glove! (and a really cute rocket)

the cutest jo by @frostedwitch in her chapter xxvii sweatshirt. she is so cute with such shiny eyes and cute freckles and i love her so so so much! ♡♡♡

this shiny-haired jo by @miinsie! i love her hair so much in this one - it almost looks iridescent. i swoon. thank you for taking the time to read and to share this lovely interpretation of jolie with me!

pearl from cicatrix

pearl was lured away from terra as a child and essentially groomed to be the high evolutionary's bride (which mostly means being repeatedly broken down over the years). currently pining after the raccoon who saved her (despite their rough start), enjoying her newfound semi-independence, and learning her strengths. she's gonna be an asskicker eventually

physically, probably one of the only constants in pearl is her gray eyes. she starts out pale with wavy dark brown hair, thin, and with all sorts of rigidity in the way she holds herself. she is usually wearing restrictive or stiff outfits selected for her by the high evolutionary in shades of white, cream, or purple, made from luxurious fabrics. by our current point in the story, she has lilac-blue hair which she wears loose or in a high pony-tail, and a healthy glow with freckles. she’s starting to gain some weight and is visibly more animated and relaxed. while she is usually in leggings and a cardigan, she is always invariably wearing one of rocket’s band t-shirts (bzermikitokolok & the knowheremen os her favorite), which is basically a crop-top on her. spoiler: that girl’s gonna get a tattoo at some point, probably a big ol’ beautiful half-sleeve.

favorite scene from cicatrix ✓ official pearl portrait ✓ pearl & rocket snuggle-sketch ✓

other peoples' pearl-art

art of chapter one. nemotia. by @frostedwitch. this is like. one of the most amazing things i've seen. pearl's eyes are so shiny, the dark background is so ominous, the reflection in the mirror is heartpounding. love this so much it makes me cry.

pearl & rocket painting by @hibatasblog — acrylic on lotus-print fabric, so lovely and evocative it makes me want to cry.

this cute portrait of rocket by @/starriidreams!! a surprise for my birthday and one that makes me truly grin like a maniac whenever i see it!♡

sanna orix from cicatrix, giftwrap, & take what you need

sanna orix is a genderfluxe merchant from a planet called cyxlore in the telladore system. like many cyxlorades, sanna orix recognizes the sybila nix ora, a goddex who watches over the dead and may provide them with simple pleasures to make their time in the afterlife more joyful, comfortable, and sweet. it's impossible to say if this spiritual path influences the cyxlorade culture or vice versa, but relatedly, cyxlorades tend to be a very tactile people who deeply value small and sensual luxuries: fine cloths, good food, beautiful homes and scenery, and more. sanna orix lives these values through their work as a merchant, peddling fine goods (and often, fine advice) to all her customers, whether she is on their home planet or abroad.

physically, sanna orix is bald with smoke-gray eyebrows and lashes. he has large dark eyes and a sort of nacreous, lustrous skin, almost like mother-of-pearl, in shades of gray, peach, and ivory. there is some patterning on her head, face, and body (kind of like a tortoiseshell cat). they were sweeping robes that make it nearly impossible to decipher a body-type.

lineless portrait [COMING SOON] sanna orix & bestie wona beax [COMING SOON] sanna orix selling panties [COMING SOON]

anaya's wife from cicatrix

anaya's wife is the owner of anaya's armoire, a luxury lingerie shoppe on sovereign. she's an extremely skilled domme and while she does have her own name, she doesn't care that we don't know it. she doesn't mind being known primarily by her relationship with her sexy, subby lover ~ and as far as she's concerned, referring to her primarily as anaya's wife in public conversations is only its own form of free advertising.

physically, her skin is a dark bronze (she is sovereign, so that skin is literally metallic-looking). her hair is similarly-colored and swept back in a low chignon. i don’t have much of a body-type in mind but i do know she tends to wear all white, black, or deep purple satin jumpsuits that are impeccably tailored.

lineless portrait of anaya’s wife [COMING SOON] anaya's wife & anaya [COMING SOON]

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Hiiii i just saw your Outsiders/Christine art and HOLY SHIT. When i say my jaw was on the floor it was on the floor. I’m a huge Stephen King fan (I’ve only read his books bc to me his books are good enough. I’m not a huge horror movie watcher girlie but i can do thriller/horror books. I have like 8 of his books, including Christine, on my bookshelf) and once again: HOLY SHIT. I can lowkey see the Outsiders trio as the Christine trio. Now whenever i go to reread the book, i can’t view it the same anymore haha. Another Outsiders/Stepehen King art idea for Halloween: 11/22/63. It’s one of my absolute favorite Stephen King novels. And if you haven’t read it, highly recommend it. It’s so intense and entertaining and i do get lost in that book. Anyways, HOLY SHIT. But i was also wondering if you have any tips for beginner digital artists? Like on layers, line art especially, shading etc.? I really want to get into more digital art but my tradional sketches lowkey look better than my digital ones haha. Whenever i see your stevepop or Outsiders art it just gives me a boost of inspiration. And i love them your honor.

Woah, thanks!! I’ll have to check it out- so far I’ve only read Christine and The Body (because my dad’s obsessed w/ Stand By Me), but I really dug both so I’m looking forward to it!

And as for digital art tips, I guess I’d say to keep things loose! I like to use a modified version of the Shale Brush on procreate for my sketches and lineart because it resembles a pencil, and the rough messiness makes it a whole lot easier for me to just relax and draw the way I do on paper. I don’t shy away from messiness especially in digital art- it makes things flow better in a medium that can get really stiff sometimes.

I like to do my sketches in bright colors, and I tend to assign every subject a certain color so I can tell them apart easily (idk how helpful it is, but it works for me!) Then I lower the opacity and draw on a layer on top like this:

Then I turn off the sketch layer and either fill everything in with base colors, or color it in grayscale w/ this Copic marker brush and varying levels of opacity for my comics.

As for shading, I do a combination of cell shading and painterly shading (picture for the uninitiated lol). Both have their merits, and shadows in real life usually include a bit of both.

For more simple stuff, I take a shade of either purple or sometimes magenta and cell shade everything with this pencil brush on a multiply layer, usually set to 30-ish% opacity depending on the drawing. Then I’ll blend it out a bit to soften some edges, which is what makes it look painterly. Also if you don’t know, “clipping mask” layers are really helpful for shading! You just put the shading layer over the colors and it stops you from going outside of the colors, it can be super helpful. This method is the one I usually use, and the one I’ve been using since I first started about five years ago now.

For the Christine poster specifically though I mostly just kept everything to one layer and color dropped from the reference, altering the colors as I saw fit- and just sort of guessed for Evie because she’s way tanner than Leigh and needed her own colors. The only times I used different layers were for each individual character so that they didn’t mess each other up, and also for the sketches, which I put on top of the colors but lightened the opacity on. Idk that I’d recommend this for a beginner tho, it’s taken me years to get comfortable working like this!

Sketch is set to a multiply layer here too. You can’t see it super well here tbh, because of how dark everything is, but oh well. Here’s a study I did last year with the same method tho! (Also she’s got some similarities to Evie huh?? I guess I have a type lol oops)

Anyhow, that’s probably enough for now lol- but lmk if there’s anything else you wanna know! And obviously this is just how I do things, there’s no hard and fast rules for any of this- I’m making it up as I go along, and you should too!!

[sirtotallynotatimetraveler]

Introducing my Pizza Tower OC: Mel

Main Info:

Mel, full name Carmello Sagebloom. Is a gardener shopkeeper of the produce and plant shop "Mel's Mellow Plants and Produce". He recently moved into town after the whole "Crumbling Tower" incident that was all over the news. He lives across Peppino's Pizza, in which after Peppino and Mel's rough beginnings of clashing differences, were able to have an agreement to become business partners, with Mel supplying Peppino with produce for his pizzas.

Mel and Peppino are pretty good friends(?). Mel helps Peppino mellow out his anxieties and Peppino helps Mel learn that it's okay to let loose and unleash his inner demons sometimes.

Personality:

Mel is a laid-back, tea-drinking, peace-loving, plant-eating hippie. He loves spending the day tending to his plants, drinking chamomile tea, meditating, and listening to soft rock. He loves spreads the message of peace, love, tranquility, and positivity on the daily but he tends to break those beliefs sometimes when he's been pushed too over the edge. He also loves plant puns, and dad jokes in general, making many around him groan, especially Peppino, who hates them (but in a good way).

Mel, is admittedly lonely, as he himself has social anxiety despite his relaxed demeanor. He spends a lot of time talking to his plants and treating them like people or like his children, even to the point of naming many of them (Tabatha, Gregory, Chuck, etc). However, he loves blabbing on about plants and agriculture to those he's close to, loving to inform many on his expanded knowledge on botany facts. He spends hours talking about plants with Peppino, who loves learning about Mel's passion for plants despite knowing nothing about gardening.

(Admittedly small) Sprite and Height comparison:

Mel sketches (including Peppino and Mel being really good friends and not being gay at all) :

Guys I swear they're not gay I swear, they are just really good friends who hold hands and hug sometimes.

I hope to do more stuff on Mel and on other Pizza Tower OCs I'm planning to post about.