#maybe part of it is how rough the sketch is i dont know..........

[shreddeddescent]

the way this is the best raph ive drawn and i dont think i can ever top it makes me furious

[moshieee]

Ew, essays :[

I miss the old days of kindergarten when we attempted to color butterflies and ate erasers and glue

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I hated kindergarten

Essays may suck but at least now I'm not the weird kid in the corner wishing I had friends

However yes I absolutely despise essays with all my being... in fact!

Achievement unlocked: you somehow found a topic moshie hates enough and on a bad day to start them ranting in the tags...

Warning there are curse words, poor spelling, and caps locks

Sorry in advance

[lindalofbroome]

original sketches

DELTORA FASHION CONCEPT ART V2

hello i have finally coloured some rough sketches of some deltoran fashions, a redraw of some really old sketches from ages ago.

im a pretty amateur concept artists and i hate designing clothes so truly was a challenge for me hahah BUT it has given me plenty of time to think of headcanons. im not sure what i've already posted about or not so im just gonna go ahead and rant

these characters were originally just models for me to draw the clothes on, so i didn't need to draw a new person every time; although in some of my earliest sketches of different people groups i did a bunch of people. but naturally these characters have developed a little and some of them are my beloved adin-era OCs <3

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⬜ JALIS

since the jalis are reknowned for their warrior prowess and their signature gold armour, i thought it'd be neat that even if when they're not wearing the full set, they are always wearing their arm guards. it's a sense of pride and identity, they probably receive them as a rite of passage into adulthood. not every jalis is a knight, but they value a heart of courage and great feats and they all have them, and would wear them always (or at least special occasions if one prefers not).

i headcanon that jasmine was gifted her own set of arm guards as an expression of their respect and admiration of her. her relationship with glock grew so much and was cut off, but she earned her "heart of a jalis" and we didnt get to see much of jasmine and gers together, but theres plenty of time post-DQ3. i think my jasmine and the jalis thoughts should be a separate post though, otherwise this post will never end 😂

i dont imagine that the jalis had special party clothes, i think they just turn up in their usual clothes and get drunk and dance their hearts out maybe start a brawl thats none of my business

i cant remember why i've been giving them this geometric sort of pattern tbh. i think i drew someone at some point and wanted it to look different to mcbride's design but im not sure if i like it or not. the plus is that i can make diamond motifs though!!

i also cant really remember how my brown skin gold hair came to be 🤔🤔 wait backtracking i think what happened is that i decided to draw del people as black latinx inspired, so it wasn't that big a step to make jalis also dark skinned since they're both in the south (deltora geography is weird tho so like it's not that deep) and then i think i made them blonde as i "why not??" situation but tHEN i thought maybe it's connected to their jalis gold?

my headcanon is that their armour is made of a unique metal that can only be found in diamond territory, it's super hard, tough, and light etc. so maybe whatever is In The Ground is also in them and their blood and shows in their hair????

🥳 fun fact 🥳 wasn't until i had to draw steven and glock side by side that i had realised what i'd done?? i.e. steven canonically has brown skin gold hair too¹. which now forces me to think about whether it should be a coincidence (like it is) or shall i headcanon that steven and nevets' father was jalis² 🤔 ¹ pretty sure it's about the dichotomy, to show contrast but connection between the brothers. i have many steven and nevets thoughts but that should also be another post ² i am.

🟩 DREAD GNOMES

these characters are adin-era, so unfortunately this would be when the gnomes still hunt the kin. whats weird is that i realised that i was picturing the caramelly brown fabric that this gnome is wearing was the kin pelt and not the big furry parts?? i usually picture the kin as more like velvetty. idk what the thicker fur parts would be though?? literally any other animal i guess 😅 i dont know it doesn't make sense and it's only occurring to me right now i shall have to think about it lmao

anyway made them green because why not. maybe they come in different colours idk. this gnome is pre-gellick so does go out in the sun, gellick-era gnomes would be waaaaay more paler they probably looked white. this could be similar to the jalis and like theres something in the grounddd

gla-thon claims that the dread gnomes knew that lesser gems had weaker but the same powers of the great talisman gems (sots), but im not sure if they knew it before adin. would be interesting if they did 🤔 and how they figured it out?? (side note but now im wondering about how withick knew what to write about the gems??) would imply that if they got the great emerald than they could deduce there are others surely. unless they thought it was a freak accident/miracle. anyway we know they love gems and gold etc etc so they obviously decorate themselves with heaps of jewellery

triangle motifs in homage to their mountain 💚

i gave them a sort of war paint ritual. i'm not sure if they all do the same markings, but this one was specifically to symbolise a bow and arrow (arrow going up the nose). you can see it a bit better here lol. i also decided that sometimes they wear it for purely cosmetic purposes. im not sure what the substance is exactly though. i think in my head i was imagining something similar to kohl, but maybe not.

🥳 fun fact 🥳 bre-tak and az-zure are lesbians (i make the rules)

🟦 MERE

oooooh baby this is my guy my babygirl my everything

okay so i think this headcanon developed recently when i last drew sky of rithmere and i thought that mere superstition encouraged them to wear their charms in random spots to avoid them cancelling each other out. it could be construed to be they were inspired by the night sky and the pattern of the stars perhaps. this led them to prefer asymmetrical fashions, mostly prominent in the armour i put badr in

🥳 fun fact 🥳 badr means "full moon" 👀

i think i originally decided the mere had leather armour just to give them something different iirc but the mere characters we see are usually the lithe, speedy, crafty type, so maybe light, mobile armour does work for them lol. anyway the main reason is that i had the image of studded leather, and i was like ohohoho STARS

i generally think of them with muted colours but sometimes they have a bold blue for their prized garmants. like zillah and co, the leaders of rithmere in adin's time were described with bright blue and starry cloaks. (i checked the wiki just to check zillah's name lol and apparently it's actually canon they have leather armour?? so not sure why i thought otherwise) anyway i do currently have minecraft brain but i did vaguely remember that people made ultramarine pigment from grinding lapis lazuli into a powder and im not sure if thats something the mere would do or if there's some strong blue dyes they can get from plants or something native to their territory 🤔

actually im liking that idea now? it would be incredibly time-consuming and labour-intensive but that would add to its value?? real world lapis lazuli has a horrible yield rate of 1kg lapis to 30g of pigment apparently, but it's a strong pigment (unless i misunderstand). alternative name for ultramarine is "permanent blue" apparently so. anyway ultramarine irl is more of a paint pigment, but in roddaverse maybe the mere make a lucky blue dye to use on cloaks and scarfs and shawls etc for good fortune?? me frantically checking that i put badr and luisa's wedding garb in bold blue lmAO oh i did but it's a little muted. they mix in oils and stuff to make the paint, so it doesnt seem like a stretch that they can mix different ingredients or ratio to make a cloth dye (to my very amateur understanding).

so im imagining now that they have a special (probably secret within the mere) process to create bright blue thread speckled with white (also gold to me. im pro deltora lapis with gold) and weave it into their beautiful starry night fabric. the amount of labour and the use of their prized lapis lazuli makes it very special, and maybe some people think it's the lapis that makes the fabric lucky or maybe some people think it's the work of love and time that makes it lucky, maybe both.

🥳 fun fact 🥳 i forgot that "bless your lucky stars" is like a real saying until recently lol

a starry cloak is probably something only the really rich could afford, but i think that they are more like heirlooms and states of office? im not sure if these pieces are things that one would purchase or something they would receive. bit hard to imagine people doing it for free but maybe it's one of those staple things that they revere and everyone else works to support them as well etc like the cooks in noradz are prized. idk. but yeah like a poorer family couldn't get a new one, but they would have one that has been in their family for generations you know? and i think that there would be something about like. idk youre meeting up with your doctor or something and youre nervous and you put on your family's best clothes (the most lucky ones) and maybe youre cynical about the whole good fortune stuff but there's something comforting about wearing the cloak your mother wore and your grandmother and your great grandmother wore, who also had to do such things. something something gives you the confidence to make your own luck because youre no longer pessimistic and allowing avoidable mistakes to happen

this means that the mere giving adin a cloak was a REALLY big deal because they definitely dont just go throwing those around and they would probably only give it to an outsider in trade for a steeeeeeeeeeeep price. which of course means that there would be knock offs with bad quality dye. lmao thats perfect actually. like 10000% there would be merchants in rithmere trying to sell cheaper versions to people that are expensive but still affordable to the average person. some would be different shades of blue, but the more crafty might have dyes that are strong but not lasting.

oh also i headcanon that palace fashion was a conglomerate of aspects from all the tribes but this should be it's own post i think. but i just remembered that i put gold thread in badr's braids in the formal wear sketch. i did that to tie in with the veins/flecks of gold (technically pyrite) in irl lapis lazuli. as such, people at del palace were inspired to weave gold into their hair too.

also gives me another thing to ship badr and luisa lmao. badr can wear some gold and luisa can wear some blue as a treat for me <3 moon and stars ocs beloved

🟨 DEL

alright. okay so del is definitely very white western patriarchal coded (most just a bias of living in that type of society i reckon) but it sucks and i'm passionate about making del NOT that. i think i've said this a million times now but this should be it's own post too, but most succinctly del is a very vibrant, curious, and daring sort of culture (e.g. their recklessness, exploration, trading). they were already marrying non-deltorans before adin (i imagine that some might have dared to marry outside of del, but it would have been way more politically complex so it was rarer and often kept quiet and rural). people of del were moving to other countries (like dorne) and people were probably moving to del, so del is definitely a big mix of different people and languages and superstitions and stuff.

but anyway i wanted to set a sort of base for before that. i've had art on the wip pile for YEARS about this and i'd flesh this out properly when it's done lol (hopefully we see that day) but since the topaz has the power to summon spirits, i really wanted to develop an aspect of del culture around that? i was inspired by Día De Los Muertos (Day of the Dead) and i still want to do some more in depth research and explore it more properly, but i like the idea that del will celebrate their lost loved ones life, coming together to remember, if they were lucky the got to see and even talk to their spirits. maybe pre-talisman they did know about topaz properties and they had a big deposit of gems that they would wheel out for the festival and the huge pile under the full moon would be enough to allow the spirits and people to interact? anyway this is a longwinded explanation of why my sketches of del fashion could be latinx inspired.

circle motifs in homage to the moon. the trim decoration on luisa's scabbards are based on moon phases :D

i also arbitrarily decided that del people love swishy clothes. they're all about the drama of cloaks and twirling in sundresses etc it's fun. not sure if i will actually follow through with that lol or maybe that can just be luisa.

🥳 fun fact 🥳 i think hearing luisa laugh would heal me

there's no particular reason for why i've been drawing a lot of del people as black, other than maybe spite lol. i think i drew jasmine and that got the ball rolling. del is a blank enough slate that they can be anything. im tired of white people being the front runners asldkjfhalsdf. bUT again del is multicultural, so there isn't a particular look for anyone in del. being del is more a state of mind and being part of community i think. you move to del and you participate in their society in one way or another and boom youre del now they adopted you.

🌈 PLAINS

hiran attire inspired by french aristocratic fashion. i cant remember who posted about it but pretty sure this was something that circulated around the fandom at least a little bit at some point.

added some subtle rainbow to harlow's outfits because he's the strong silent type. but i suppose there are so much more gaudier and extravagant outfits.

i was going to say this was just hira fashion and not like, rural plains fashion but i guess this is the same for all of them. it's just like a general direction for what someone might wear.

the swirly patterns?? i dont know. i drew them when i did adin's pre-battle speech as the last supper but i dont think there's a particular reason. i remember that i was trying to do something unique because lief recognises the cup in the city of rats as the same/similar to the one in noradz, so there had to be something to be recognisable lol but i probably just did it this way because it's relatively easy to doodle, just takes a bit of time.

🥳 fun fact 🥳 harlow was a cook before the shadow invasion. out of desperation, he and many others had to train to defend hira. he's big with natural balance and reflexes so he excelled and is a pretty adept warrior, but he will always think of himself as a cook first, warrior second.

now the armour!! freshest headcanon piping hot. yesterday when i was colouring i was sitting there like wow you look like a tin can man and you are so boring. we went from pretty colours to blank. im almost certain the hiran soldiers were described as silver with white plumes, so i was planning on doing that but they had intricate details on their armour because they are Extra, so it has the swirly patterns you can see on harlow's coat.

but then suddenly i was like. what if. pearlescent.

and honestly i loved it so much i didnt care i was setting myself up for some difficult work ahead lmao. but my general idea was that they're armour looked like it was silver, but if the light catches it at the right angle it exposes the rainbow in it. most of these headcanons i've had baking for at least a year, but this is very new so i dont any hard details yet. kira mentioned enamel or ceramic and lowkey interested in having a look into that so that theres another armour material. maybe it's gonna be like special jalis gold and special plains silver. maybe something else. i also just remembered bismuth exists (same boat as gold as very heavy and soft) but i think maybe it's too loud, i think im liking the more subtle pearlescent thing aLTHOUGH it's a good metallic rainbow reference 👀 maybe there is an esteemed plains warrior with a rainbow sword

ANYWAY pearlescent armour really hit my heart because oh my god once upon a time the plains had a shore and they could visit the sea,,,, lowkey ocean vibes without an ocean [screaming crying cat spinning in a void.gif]

🥳 fun fact 🥳 i have NO idea what food harlow has made. i think i had ratatouille on the brain at the time????

🟥 RALADS

⚠ PROPAGANDA ALERT ⚠

ruby territory best territory. ruby symbol of happiness. warns of danger AND antidote to poison. double helpful. ralads are so sweet and so smart. architectural and engineering marvels. living in harmony with the land and beasts. D'OR!!! manus and nanion friendship underrated and so special to me. horse girls. AND. broome. god theres so much i could say about broome that i cant say anything. anyway you guys know im normal about broome yes of course. separate post etc etc

i think technically this is a headcanon but it's not that big a stretch surely but as above i always picture ralads as in harmony with nature. never take more than they need, know how to work with not against, theyre not the main attraction but an equal part of the bigger picture.. this isn't even about how smart they are with engineering and their perfectly round houses with bricks that are cut perfectly. im thinking about their knowledge of their world is so strong and wide and diverse. they have the most vibrant and potent dyes and pigments around, they have the most colourful fabrics and clothes around. the plains has many colours but it can't compete, and they have different styles. i think that the hirans would trade for the dyes though (maybe undercutting pre-adin, maybe more equal post-unification). i think that they would also have a pretty decent blue dye but it is still inferior to mere lapis lazuli blue. it is probably a dye that could be used for a mid range mere garment?

maybe it's the anime fault but i do usually imagine ralads as barefoot but i also drew iris with construction tools and just the idea of ralads walking around a construction site barefoot was not fun to me. but it could be a hobbit tough soles situation. anyway i drew some shoes so i had a vague reference if i wanted to draw ralad shoes.

obviously had a problem drawing warrior attire for a non-war race. but i thought what if i leaned into the stories the hirans tell about how the scouts and soldiers they send into the ralad wilds never returned and were often found dead with broken bones or whatnot. definitely big watching but never seen vibes imo. so i decked iris out in some camouflage lol

🥳 fun fact 🥳 im sure the ralads can whistle and whatnot to make birdcall signals, but i thought it was fun for iris to be able to make birdcalls with her flute

HEY ALSO headcanon about ralad hair. i was making some dragon art from a doran pov that i was going to save for that but i cant wait now. but we know from Tales that the ralads had a good relationship with the ruby dragons, could even summon them (unless im misremembering and it was more like a premeditated calling) but i was thinking about how they nest with .. human? hair. and i was thinking what if they grow out their hair? and then they offer it to a dragon when they are ready? i dont know if there's a nesting season for dragons but it could be something like that? ralad-dragon ceremony and party time. this isn't a rite of passage type of thing, just something that they like to do. not everyone does it probably, but most do it once, some people do it several or many times in their lifetime. it's an honour, but not really a sacrifice to them. it's part of the world balance and theyre willing to serve the dragons as the dragons serve them as they water the plants and the plants feed them and they feed beasts and beasts feed them.

also dont remember why i did the hair so bright and orangey??? genuinely perplexed lmao. probably was leaning into irl ginger but like THEYRE BLUE so i could probably make them actual red. not sure if this is also like a "theres something in the ground" situation also that makes their hair red but maybe 😂😂

side note but it's lowkey so wild to me that rodda was like yeah these guys are blue-grey with red hair, and then everyone else is like an average person, BUT the mountain people are short. like they're all just some guy basically???

it does make return to del so so funny because fallow is like AYO look at these MONSTERS they are UGLY and WEIRD

but i guess thats part of the motivation to give the deltora tribes some basic unique traits.

🟪 TORANS

okay so toran robes as inspired by japanese fashion is definitely something that's floated around the fandom for ages. i can't remember if it was before or after seeing posts about it that i started my first concept sketches but i think it probably had a hand in helping me visualise what rodda was talking about when she described their robes as butterfly wings when they speed-travelled. like yeah big deep sleeves and floor trailing hems WOULD probably look like colourful butterfly wings in the wind,,

🥳 fun fact 🥳 azami be always hungry. if only she knew someone who liked to cook 🤔

i don't have much to say design-wise, kinda just did various doodling. they would probably be second in extravagance to the plains, but it's a different sort of detail? they are probably a bit more refined and elegant than the hirans who are probably more bold in their designs. torans grow to be vain and selfish (it's already started by adin's time) so they probably have a high value on the beauty of their belongings, and it probably began with imagery of beasts and plants and dragons in amethyst territory, "true" pictures. but as time went on it probably distorted a bit and became idealised and/or fantastical etc.

OKAY SO my brain bluescreened just now for a moment trying to figure out how a people who use magic to make life easier, were also the ones known for their weaving, a manual hands-on task (lief's cloak is praised as being worthy of toran looms, implying high grade; pretty sure this was supposed to be a hint that his mother is not who he thinks she is also). some conclusions are 1) they weave with magic (sad, horrible), 2) they weave as a past-time, for fun etc (okay) but i took it to a third option

for a long time ive been thinking about toran magic as like, a balance and an energy thing (because i like that stuff lol) they cannot create something from nothing, only change things. they couldnt summon a fire, but they could change a piece of wood to fire and start a campfire, or those more advanced could even change the air into fire. but honestly it's left me a bit unsatisfied. like how does that explain the tora-del highway? hELL tora itself? what happened to the marble that got carved away? also how can that mountain have been so perfect there was no cracks or seams?? or did they carve those bits out lol. questions for another day.

anyway i was thinking about how hobbies are good for you, you dont have to be good at something but it's good to do stuff for fun and when you do crafts you get a cool thing at the end of it that you made. but it's also like skills you can develop? and i wondered what if weaving is a starter skill that they learn, some of them at least. maybe there are different activities, and they do the one that speaks to them the most. there were other types of artisans in tora, just not as talked about (i guess they're robes are pretty iconic so it's easy for people to go wow robes wow weavers who made fabric for the robes so soft) like i distinctly remember barda remarking about how tora was untouched and why bandits wouldn't have stolen the carved box that ended up holding the auto-reply letters from the palace.

so what im thinking is that maybe this builds a foundation to help torans visualise and perform their magic?

it actually solves a problem ive had in my headcanons i feel like ive got seven eyes open rn 😂😂 but in relation to del culture and traditions, i've been thinking about there being a physical and spiritual realm of course, and maybe it's the comfort of threes but it felt like something was missing.

i dont know what to call it yet, but im thinking the third thing is like the glue, it connects all things, it's in everything. it's like a third realm but also more of like a medium maybe? kind of sappy but we can just call this the magical realm for now. i actually used to think of toran magic as being like a subset of the greater deltora magic, but now im thinking it's more like torans are more receptive to the magic realm, as del are to the spiritual, and the ralads to the physical; theyre the experts in these things, which is why unified deltora is important 😂; likewise dread gnomes specialise in gems, jalis in combat, mere in cunning, plains in hope perhaps? literally never thought about it quite like this so maybe i will process it different later and designate different specialties.

so when the torans are young, they learn a craft and these skills help them sort of "tap into" the magical realm. so in the case i first thought of, when a toran weaver starts to see and interact with the magical realm, the easiest way for them to engage with it would be to think of it as weaving. they might see the magical realm as threads that connect everything, and weave things together to get what they want. a potter might see it as a malleable mass and sculpt what they want. a carpenter might see it as something to carve, something to break and put together.

the magical realm is not a concrete thing at all, up to interpretation, perhaps a unique experience to anyone who could glimpse in; don't strictly have to be toran, but they are perhaps naturally receptive to it or it could even be entirely a knowledge thing and that they are taught about it more; someone like verity who had her eyes opened to this realm, and learned to interact with it on instinct. does open questions to what the hell is up with the plains lmao but i think thats another post.

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sorry about all the "i'll tell you in another post" i was attempting to stay on track 😂😂 also there's a 90% chance im gonna forget to come back and write about them so if anyone is dying to know feel free to send me an ask or something???

also if you want to know more about these OCs let me know 👀 i can find an ask game or something maybe. it's a case of i know a lot but will forget it all if asked to speak freely, i need specific questions. i have also developed the first four a bit more, but the last three are not without character so they can still be included. maybe it will be a group effort and they will have Background.

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

May I have Thomas Hewitt or Bubba Sawyer giving their S/O breast massages after breastfeeding their baby (Slashers and their S/O's baby) You can add other slashers if you like. Even I'm starting to like the Sinclairs

Bodacious boob brimming ask bro!

Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, and Lester Sinclair, AFAB! Reader, gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous reader, fluff, some suggestive content, headcanons, mentions of breastfeeding, boob massaging, not really NSFW but I still tagged it since I go into some light detail

Thomas Hewitt

you rarely breastfed your baby directly

instead you opted to pump then store the milk for later

while you didn't mind Luda Mae or Thomas watching you breastfeed your baby, Hoyt and Monty were another thing

So you pumped, stored, bottled, then fed your baby like that

But the silicone flange on your pump cracked then tore rendering the device useless until you can get new ones

So you opted to do things the old fashioned way

You never realized how spoiled you were with that fancy pump until you actually had to have your baby drink directly from the tap

It wasn't an unbearable pain but man did you prefer the pump

Afterwards it felt like your breasts were twice as sore than usual

And lucky you with your big bear of a man to come to your rescue

Thomas held you in his lap with your back to his chest and took handfuls of your breasts

He softly rolled your boobs in his hand trying to be careful not to get too rough with your poor sore body

And while you were getting relief from your previous feeding session, Thomas was starting to use your breasts as stress balls

There is just something about how soft and squishy your chest is that really helps him relax

Honestly, he turns massaging your breasts into a daily thing

It's less of a sexual thing with Thomas and more of loving way to destress with you

Bo Sinclair

He can't keep it in his pants

However, it surprised you that he mind your breastfeeding

It wasn't sexual to him, you're the parent of his child doing your part in taking care of it

"Now don't you go drinkin' 'em dry," Bo teased one day, "gotta save some for your pops."

A teasing comment once every blue moon was all that came from him

If you're really tired, he'll hold your guys' baby for you while the little thing suckles

Now when you asked for him to rub your breasts?

Bo went and took it the wrong way

He immediately went for your nipples and became confused when you hissed and pulled away

"Not like that!" you whined grabbing his calloused hands, palm down, to press to your sore breasts

Bo is still turned on by this but will gladly massage your breasts

You don't have to ask him twice

"My baby's all spent and sore?" he'd coo in a low voice as his hands worked wonders in easing the tension in your tits

Having Bo massage you would most likely turn into sex

He just can't help himself with your beautiful body that gave birth to his kid relaxing under his hands

Maybe if you weren't so irresistible, Bo would be less horny

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent suggested that you pump in private or breastfeed in private since he doesn't know how Bo will react

The last thing he wants is some sleazy comment being slung at you by his brother

But Vincent was delightfully surprised when Bo didn't say anything

Sure he glanced to see if he could see some titty but other than that he didn't care

"Glad I dont have to worry 'bout accidentally drinkin' your breastmilk," Bo joked when he learned how you'd rather breastfeed than pump

Vincent on the other hand

He was pretty pumped, pun intended, to drink from you

Massaging your breasts? He's already on it

Long fingers gently rolling the fat of your chest against his palms

Holding and lifting them a little so you could get some relief from their weight

A teasing swipe over your nipple that has you sending a playful warning glance at him

Sit on his lap while he sketches and he'll use your boob like a stress ball with his free hand

Vincent is so gently with your sore breasts you'd honestly fallen asleep one time while he massaged and played with them

Lester Sinclair

Lester gets slightly flushed when he sees you breastfeed

it's less him getting turned on by the act but more that your titty is out

And boy does he love your boobs

He'd help you pump if that's easier

While he does get a little flustered while you're breastfeeding, he still loves to cuddle up to you and your baby while it feeds

Lester would run his hand along the back of the baby's head just in awe at what you two had created

He's at your beck and call whenever you're breastfeeding

Lester has 100% hand fed you while you breastfed your baby

Now when the baby has its post-meal nap, you don't even have to ask twice

His hands are on your breasts the second you put your baby down

It's 50/50 whether Lester turns the massage sexual

Sometimes he just likes reviling in the trust you have for him and how much he loves you as his hands work on your sore boobs

Lester massages your breasts to he's worship the body that birthed his child

The course skin on his hands dragging over your shirt covered breasts as they work out your soreness

He absolutely melts when you lean into him while he's rubbing your boobs

The relaxed look on your face makes him want to cry and hold you until you realize how much he absolutely adores you

Other times, Lester likes to try to get you riled up during the massage

A quick kiss to your neck, a little jiggle, oops did he rub your nipple?

Honestly, he's tried your breastmilk out of curiosity more than any sort of kink

Lester isn't one to actively seek our your breastmilk but he does love sucking your titties and he isn't disappointed when he gets a little snack in the process

[scourgefrontiers]

just watched a video on how to avoid burnout and finish your series projects and some of the points made me cross my arms like a stubborn child bc damn i really do need to do those things LOL

the main two points that made me go grrrr were "if you dread doing a certain part of the thing (lines, colors, shading, backgrounds, etc) then literally hire someone to do them for you" and "set a timer so you Stop Working after a certain amount of time b/c your ass doesnt need to be working for 8 hours straight on a project even if youre in 'the zone'"

the first one got me bc like. i SHOULD be letting people help me. im doing all this shit by myself and it does kill me sometimes but i have this awful complex where i just HAVE to do everything myself or else it doesnt feel like its completely my work anymore. its rough out here

the second one got me bc i KNOW it would help. it would let me cool down and not work as much and be excited for when im able to come back and work on stuff. but man it is SO HARD to get me to NOT do everything in one sitting unless my energy doesnt allow for it anyway..thats why im so damn fast. i just KEEP GOING like the fucking energizer bunny

i hate that burnout has such a hold on me and makes it to where i work a lot at once and then dont work for like..weeks, sometimes months at a time. hell at one point it was years. which sucked. but i want to try and solve my burnout problem :(

the video also suggested to do what the creator did--work in phases. i SORT OF do this, but not in the same way, so maybe i should try their way, where they outline the whole chapter, then sketch the whole chapter, then line the whole chapter, then color the whole chapter, and etc in phases like that. they said its inevitable that your art style is going to change throughout your project (mine certainly has) but this way its at least consistent per episode/chapter lol. which i think i really need. i guess my problem with this technique is like...i post when i finish pages, not in bulk. at least for mirrors and doppelganger ii. so idk if thatll necessarily..work for me??? UNLESS i just do it and stagger the page postings. i could probably do that

honestly. maybe my stimulant therapy will fix everything anyway. but in the meantime im gonna try to reel it in myself

[baconcolacan]

Since I’m still stuck at work and cant do anything, I thought it would be fun to post my drawing process for my semi-serious style, using the latest fanart I did with Edd and Edu but only featuring Edd :3c Maybe one day I’ll make a speedpaint but thats not today. If you’re curious, one by one below the line + me talking about the process (as best I can)

1. Preliminary sketch. These are my roughs, this is the start after I had my brainstorm and planning phase. I’ve found all my references and did the pose myself as well so I know what it feels like and if its bodily possible. 2. Clean sketch. This is where I loosely put in all the nitty-gritty, where the folds are, details of the hair, etc etc. I change the pencil colour so I can differentiate certain parts. 3. Line art. Like it says on the tin, but for my semi-serious style I tend to avoid lining folds because I prefer to paint them in this style. 4. Grey out. I need this layer so that I don’t get blinded/confused when I lay down the colours,

5. Flats. So all the colours needed, usually when I draw backgrounds they would also depend on the lighting, so I would colorize them if needed, but for standalones I just put in the basic colours. 6. Soft shadows. I tend to use multiply layers for this step, but sometimes I also do normal layers, in case I feel as though the colour should be more relative to its surroundings since multiply wont let me do that. It all depends on how I want the shadows to feel on the piece, but when I’m lazy I just do multiply (lol). Soft shadows also include the colour on the planes of the face, so = yellow for forehead, red for middle, blue for the lower part aka jaw area. Of course also the reds on the skin in other areas like elbows and knees, but since Edd is fully clothed, its just the tip and inner part of his ear, and the tips of his fingers. 7. Hard shadows and minor highlights. For my style, I gear more towards a watercolour style kind of shading, so I follow that principle when I decide where to put and how to render my shadows. Typically I have at minimum 4 layers for this type of hard shadow shading. The minor highlights here are just the lights in the pupil, and a soft large airbrush going over the spaces where shadows cant reach. 8. Missing details and overlay highlights. Near the end I put in all the little details I missed, so in here its Edd’s 5 o’clock shadow, and some scuffs and scrapes on his clothing and shoes. The overlay highlights are super subtle but make the drawing feel a bit more alive, for me at least, these highlights are the ones on the “bumps” of the clothing folds, and the hair highlights.

9. Hard highlights and atmospheric lights. The finale! This is where I just put in the brighter, harder, highlights in places they should be, and then clip a Luminosity/Overlay layer on top of the entire drawing, using a large soft brush I go over the drawing to put a bit more brightness into it. And there! Thats how I render in my semi-serious artstyle. But...eh, dont be fooled, I know this step by step makes it look like I would jump around all the parts of the drawing and render things equally, sadly thats far from the truth. My perfectionism flares up badly and it often leads to me obsessing over a singular part before moving on, so the process would look more like this:

yeah......

[namelessmewmew]

Old Art Archive Part 2.

Original captions under the cut.

Mentally and physically [my back is not doing great at all] I am not doing well and wanted to try to draw something really simple today so here is a pikachu oc I just made, probs will change their design a bit later but I do like their colours very much at least

Sylveon + Swirlix [Regular and Shiny] fusion/hybrid oc. Yeah I’m going to make alot of sylveon fusions/hybrid in the next bit just because sylveon is really cool. Uh dont have anything else to say.

Not so great attempt at a top down perspective [i think that is what it is called] + another test to try to get used to the rough lineart tool agaiI'm not sure but I think I have seen designs very similar to this?, Curly hair + big sweaters for tired/always sleepy characters is just a common thing right? Idk, but except some more chronically tired characters from me soon. I dont know what else to put here.n. Do think it looks nice other than the perspective.

For once going to ramble on for a bit I have had Ultra for quite a while [Since I was like 5 I think? Alot of the ocs currently in my gallery are like at most a few years old]. I don't have any previous drawings of her anymore [and some of her designs where never actually draw]. Originally she was a Super Mario oc, a Paragoomba with Rainbow wings, then a Flutterbie [Original species, a bunny butterfly basically, this design was never actually drawn] and now a human. Its not visible here but she has bunny ears on the hood of the hoodie, also I swapped the butterfly on her outfit for a rabbit to make more sense with the hoodie but also, so that I go with a butterfly theme for her husband [he doesn't currently have a name, his old name was literally just darkness, so I don't know what to go with now, maybe Violet? As their story is called Ultra Violet] Although I haven't talked much about the general lore about my original stuff, I redesigned her wand specifically to make more lore sense. Now that I think of it, basically all my human characters have wands but I haven't designed any of them other than hers yet. Wands come in all shapes and sizes and styles in my lore, but I trying to make at least one consistent part, being one big jem and a few small ones. The title might need make being an attack [think magical girl attack].

Drew the cat, then decided to be experimental [for me at least]  with the shading and shadow. Came up with a story for it while drawing it, I wont share it here yet as I want to make sure it makes sense and that I write it correctly but what I will say now is that purple cat [they are currently unnamed, I need to think of something] has had a very bad day and now had just lost their umbrella during a rainstorm. [I actually find rainstorms to be the most relaxing type of weather and so does this purple cat [at least] usually but just not in this situation]. Really like how this came out despite how rough the whole thing is.

I think my previous post actually might me get alot of frustration out my system [I haven't being so well home life wise but I feel weirdly better after that drawing with the purple cat]. So here is a 100% better and happier looking drawing. Another new design/character, I really need more black cat characters. Everyone should have more black cat characters because black cats very cool.

Took a really old sketch lying around in my wip folder and decided to try to remember where I originally wanted  go with the design. They are based on a Super Mushroom and Invincibility star [as well as a tiny bit on Mario himself,when I get to designing an outfit for them, it will likely be at least slightly mario themed]. Yeahs thats it.

Just a little thing with Cass, because I think I should draw my already existing characters instead of new ones, or very now and then at least, lol. Also love just how round and soft he looks, just like an actual small kitty :]

Random Autumn themed pony?? I guess?? Will probably tweak their colours later. Its nearly spring here not autumn lol.

Don't really have anything to say, uh a experimental piece I guess? Not really a vent just a piece I have had in my mind for a while.

warm-up doodles I guess, might make that middle doodle into an actual piece later today or tomorrow.

Background maybe clashes a bit to much to the rest but eh I felt like drawing some mountains. A experimental piece when it comes to the pose and perspective but  I really like how this came out and also really like the hair detail I did : D

Wanted to make a red and pink bunny so here is a random design,  probably going to them some markings because their design is a bit plain now. Really like how their eyes look : D. Im a bit surprised I don't have many bunny characters because I think they are very neat, especially albino bunnies [which this character is based on].

Character was designed by https://artfight.net/~Caskix as an artfight attack. Changed her design a little bit but overall like her design alot still. [Also golly heck, I used to be able to draw furries decently but cant really anymore , so going try to figure out how to draw them better again.]

Redesign of an unsold adopt. Might make a neater drawing/some extra stuff and sell them later [will probably be ota] or might keep them, not sure right now.

Redesign of Peaches [Might change their name but not exactly sure].  Saturated their colours a bit more and changed their markings a bit and I like their design even more now.  Also like how this came out in general, have been feeling off about my lineart lately so might do some more lineless or sketchy stuff.

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Gotta vent rq but like GOD I want to draw I love doodling I love my silly little sketches I miss drawing the yakoozies and magical girls but like I need a laptop replacement which i WILL be getting but it won't be for weeks. So i have a sketchbook. That should be nice right? I mean i only started digital art in like 2020, maybe late 2019, should be fine?

NO, i was so HYPE for my first ever Surface BECAUSE i Am Not Good With Pen And Paper! And i say that as someone who has been drawing since she was like 4, yknow? I remember drawing in my sketchbooks, I remember my Creepypasta OCs from when i was 14. I remember thinking how one day I'd be REALLY good at drawing, noticing my progress and looking forward to more. Turns out though, i can get proportions right in the first go. And for some reason i never have a decent eraser, so trying again and again is just frustrating and ruins the paper or still leaves those ugly indents and smudges.

Like on a computer, you can SELECT specific parts of the drawing and CHANGE THE SIZE!! you can use LAYERS!!! You can sketch and then linework til your hearts content, and yeah it fucks me off, but it's somehow reassuring thay i can just delete the layer, delete the whole thing and start again simple as. I can zoom in, i can press the Undo button. I can draw until it looks nice. Cant do that with paper.

"Oh but sketchbooks are MEANT to be for your ugly stuff" I DONT CARE. I DONT WANT UGLY STUFF. I WANT TO BE ABLE TO DRAW MY OCS AND MY FAVE CHARACTERS AT LEAST SOMEWHAT COMPETENTLY FROM THE GET GO. Like jesus you'd think I'd know what koi boi and his skinny twink boyfriend look like by now but NOPE. it frustrates me PERSONALLY because i like a silly little sketch, i can have it be a lil rough, a lil simple. But it needs to be Recognisble and Nice Enough. Fuck this.

[that1notetaker]

NOW YOU'VE DONE IT AAAAAAAAAAAA. YEAH, YEAAAAAAAH!!! UNITED FRONT!!!! YOU GET IT!!!! HICCUP'S SUIT IS FULL OF MECHANISMS AND GADJETS AND THINGS THAT HAVE PURPOSE AND WORK AND!!! YEAAAHHH!!!! Look, I can totally make a--a tutorial of what Ive got so far? i dont know, i dont know what im doing more than half the time, but that way you can follow my disaster/learning process until fruition of some kind. Its going to be quick, im about to go to bed. The original sketches that gave me the spark and dragged me down:

Putting some thoughts into paper, a list of measuring places on the head and an envolope with down-scale prototypes I hand sown into the paper because I wanted it to be fancy:

My first and second attempt at making a 2d idea into a 3d pattern with no actual knowledge of how to do it + the third attempt that worked a little better after watching some videos and using a half inflated ball that only did 50% of the job right as a model:

The ball: I drew a vague idea on it, then covered it with kitchen transparent film and duck tape, and made the third attempt at doing a pattern.

A cheap head mold I made by ducktaping my face. I couldn't see while I was doing it BECAUSE I HAD DUCKTAPE ON MY FACE and I could barely breathe:

It was actually pretty useful. It looks a little weird but it does the trick. More sketches as I advanced with the mask and realised I could actually learn how to the whole thing it if I put some brains and effort into it:

Slow build of the Third attempt: Using the head mold plus my measurements I added a layer of transparent film, then drew with a marker the places where each part was supposed to go through and cover.

Once that was done, I covered it with a tape that had a paper texture to it, so the form of the mask stayed more or less solid to hold and move around. I kept adding layers until everything was as I wanted, although it took many tries. At this point I cut out all three parts and worked to join them as separate pieces instead of one entire mold. I stuck them together just using tape, so If I needed to change anything I just had to remove or cut the tape holding the oieces toguether. Eventually the mask gained more consistency and shape. (ps: the picture below by the right wasn't like I wanted. The top and middle parts didn't align, so I worked it out) Then I mixed flour and water to paper maché the mask to make it strong and durable.

Its not finished yet, but I went ahead, added some paint that hopefully looks rough and wasted and maybe like leather--annnnd....yeah! Tomorrow I'll post how I've been doing the armor so far!

A week ago I started drawing Hiccup's mask for fun, then spent the next few days learning measurements and designing patterns and experimenting with materials and i guess I'm doing the whole body suit now. I forgot tumblr existed. I forgot a lot of things existed.

[ventrios]

ｖｉｂｅ　ｃｈｅｃｋ　価め永

[moxfirefly]

Ssssooooo I'm gonna keep the "only one bed" trope train and ask for it with maybe Heisenberg? I know you're obsessed with him dont even deny it uwu

*vibrates excitedly* oh BOY!!!!! Thank you Dia, you always gimme the prompts my little heart wants. Shout out to @akumaalert I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to include Karl’s powers being on the fritz due to, sensations, and that wouldn’t be possible if it weren’t for your brilliance!

I’m going off the friggin rails here so,

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

There was a voice in the back of your head that sounded too much like your mother.

It kept yelling at you that this was unsavory, that this wasn’t modest of you and your teachings. Who were you to lie with a man? A man you weren’t bound to, a Lord on top of it. All those sinful talks in the big black book circled your mind like vultures.

But he had offered, no?

It was pouring out after all, a big bad storm complete with thunder and gusts of wind that would’ve blown you away probably.

The nature of this friendship? Complicated, very very complicated. You had racked your brain over it as you had buttoned up one of his shirts and climbed into his bed just as another clap of thunder sounded. It made you scurry, somewhat not as elegantly as you may have liked but nevertheless it didn’t stop him from laughing at you.

For such a large factory it only housed one bedroom which just so happened to be his own. He had every intention of sleeping somewhere else, some way, but you had insisted that it wasn’t fair. The storm wasn’t his fault or your own, the living accommodations weren’t either.

So here you were.

In bed with Karl Heisenberg.

Falling a sleep had proven quite difficult, the insistent slide of pencil on paper, the storm and its monstrous sounds. There was a distant revving of something you couldn’t quite name.

You turned to face Heisenberg with every intention of passing the time.

Or at least to help yourself to ogling him.

Your mother voice rang again.

Unsavory, so unsavory.

But he was there, shirtless, sturdy, muscle in his arms and missing those damned shades for once. Whatever he was scribbling had his undivided attention, as you snuck a glance you saw drawings instead of words.

He could draw?

Rather good too.

“What is that?” You tried to lift your gaze but a large hand fell on the page to obscure your snooping. “Nothing, just ideas” He flipped the page, the white of it begging for ink.

“My apologies… I didn’t know you could draw though” He could still see curiosity adorned in your gaze, a noticeable silence falling as your stared up at him. You wanted something, that’s all he could tell.

“…What do you want me to draw?” He huffed out, even if you excitedly sat up in bed and rested against the headboard with a big smile. “Hmm, surprise me or maybe draw me?” You chuckled but went quiet when you watched him scoot down to the end of the bed onto his side. He flipped open the note book again and squinted at you.

“How opposed are you to taking your clothes off?” He smirked and in turn you rolled your eyes.

“Depends, let’s see how well you draw me first” You shot back with every intent of dishing out what he was. Heisenberg chuckled before picking up the pen to start on the newest blank page. “You better keep your mouth shut about this, don’t want villagers lining up to get my works of art” His movements seemed almost mechanical, eyes occasionally lifting to meet you as he did. “There’s enough pictures of your mother in everyone’s homes, hm?” You watched his eyes roll again but he remained silent, he stole another glance at you, eyes roaming your chest now.

Something about that made your skin warm, a nice blush found itself onto your cheeks.

“You draw everyone woman you get into bed?” You asked rather quietly, the small pin prick of jealousy manifesting in your fingertips.

“No, much to your surprise I don’t have all the women of this village in here for sleepovers” His gaze fell to your now exposed legs and the urge to cover them increased but he was quick to tap the end of his pen on your approaching hands. “Stop moving,” He returned to the notebook with a concentrated chew on the inside of his cheeks. The strands of silvery hair fell in front of his eyes and you wished that maybe you too possessed the ability to draw and capture him.

He was handsome.

Those pesky sinful thoughts found you again and with that came the urge to do something about it.

“You better fucking like it, this is reserved for projects after all” He let the pen rest on the bed and flipped the note book towards you.

Your eyes went wide.

It was a sketch, not polished but there in the scribbly lines of black was your face and your body. The messy details perfectly representing you. Your drawn eyes stood out to you, the slight fall of his shirt on your shoulder stood out to you, the way he took more time to detail your legs stood out to you.

“Is that stunned silence? It’s shit isn’t it?” He glared at the page, eyeing up all its faults but you were quick to move and shake your head. “It’s not shit! I’m just- Karl this is beautiful, you’re talented” You observed the image again, a small crinkle at the corners of your mouth.

“I’d ask to keep it but-“ He took the notebook back, not relenting even as you pouted. “Nope, I like this, all I usually have on here is ugly inventions” And corpses, he obviously left that out. He continued to admire the drawing before he grinned, letting hazel eyes fall on you from above the notebook. “Well?” He simply asked and you knew.

“Might come back here for the nude study if you’re going to make me look this nice” You shamelessly flirted back. Heisenberg laughed, a true sound with not ill intentions. “Well I’m sure arrangements can be made” He closed the note book but his eyes soon found your own, close enough that he could smell the oils that had touched your skin this evening. With a bite to your lower lip and a steadying beat of your heart you leaned in close to him. Heisenberg’s lips pursed momentarily, the anticipation of your lips coming down on his own making something electric pulse inside of him.

But you stopped, an inch away from his lips.

His brows furrowed at being denied and that fact that you found that so endearing made you muffle a laugh between your tight lip smile.

Of course, he had to make you shudder, rub his knuckles across your cheek and dig his fingers into he back of your head. “What, pup?” His voice was barely a whisper, the sounds vibrating against your bottom lip and chin. The gentle nudge to close the distance left you breathless.

His lips were surprisingly soft, the scar noticeable against your lips but the bumpy tissue only served to make you melt against him. It was short, several gentle touches that made you shiver as you felt his nails scratch into your scalp.

Pressing your forehead to his own you sighed, want was there and he could feel it, taste it against your lips, feel it in the shiver on your flesh. A small zap hit your skin and the small yelp that escaped you only served to make him chuckle. “Did you just- was that electricity?” Your skin felt prickly suddenly, he only grinned more like a mad dog. Heisenberg wrapped an arm around your waist and yanked you beneath him, the series of shrieks you let out only making him laugh more. “You can be such a beast” They way your hands landed on his bare chest to smack him was short lived.

Some retaliation was to be had. So you scratched your nails down his body before landing on his waist. The tremble of his arms as he held himself above you made you smile. With a gentle nudge of your knee you trapped him in between your legs, pulling him down onto you by his waist. He huffed, hair falling and obscuring his heated gaze. It was instinct, to wrap your arms around him and feel his so warm and soft and strong against you. The scratchiness of his beard was felt at your neck, along with that his teeth meeting warm skin.

He sucked a bruise onto your neck with a roll of his hips.

“Do you want me?” He grumbled against your pulse, tongue soothing the bruise.

You nodded, digging your nails into his waist before dragging them up his back.

“No, no, pup” He nosed your ear, teeth finding your lobe with a gentle tug. “I need to hear it, use your words” It was almost a purr, enough to goosebump your skin and lift your hips.

“Want you, want you so much, please…” You exposed your neck more for him, felt his lips find your throat. “Good pup” His hands found the neck of the shirt and with one fluid motion you heard and felt all the buttons pop off. He pulled it apart to reveal your chest, he hummed at the sight before him. “Now I should draw this some day” His grin made your cheeks flush again, even more so when he pressed his face against your chest, a rub of his cheek scratching your soft skin.

Lips pressed, tongue drawing patterns as you muffled a whine and grabbed his hair and gave it a gentle tug. “Ka-oh god!” A particular hard bite at your ribs made you grip silver locks with more intention. He groaned at the rough handling of his hair, the strain on his neck as you tugged hard enough that he could see your pupils blown wide for him.

When Heisenberg leaned back, allowed space between both your heated skins, you ached.

Visibly ached.

You followed those talented scarred hands to the front of his trousers, watched as he unbuttoned them slowly. But you couldn’t stay away too long, fingers itched to feel him, to touch every part of him and find out what made him tick. You unrolled what was left of your his shirt and tossed it somewhere off the bed. When he saw your hands go between your legs he palmed himself at the sight of it.

“You want your hand, mhm? Or would you much rather prefer my cock?” He emphasized with a tight squeeze of his hardened length and wordless you replied by removing your hand and reaching for him once more. Ever the asshole, he gripped your hand away and raised his brows, he wanted those verbal answers.

Bastard.

“Your cock, please” Intertwining your fingers with his own you gently brought him back down to you for a long and sensual kiss. Against those lips you whispered, “Inside, want you inside now” just as another clap of thunder hit.

There were more clothes gone, scattered across the room unwanted and unneeded. Heisenberg had every intention of feeling you come apart around him when he entered you slowly. Each hiccuped whine shooting your arms more tightly around him, pressing him down closer to you. The heat he was already exuding was making you break out in a sweat, you felt his hands slide beneath you with a groan the further his slid into you.

He was buried to the hilt, tight heat so perfect he growl against the bruised flesh of your neck. “Fucking good little pup, taking me so good” His filthy words fell against your ear, short but pronounced thrusts making you dig your nails onto his back. “Yesss, don’t be afraid, don’t break so easily baby” Heisenberg leaned his head as far as he could to catch your gaze in all its lust blown glory. He kissed you again, more ferocity, more purpose, all tongues and teeth and demanding bites. The heels of your feet rested at his back side encouraging him deep into you with every thrust he delivered.

Being at the end of the bed doing this felt weirdly interesting, each thrust he gave you made the bed creak, lean away from the wall just a bit, it’s increasing squeak joining the chorus of the storm.

When you dragged your nails down his back, right towards his rear and gripped and moaned loud enough to have him shake, you saw something lift from the corner of your eye. You eyes squinted at the spoon suddenly mid air, you weren’t unaware of his gifts but why was he-

You train of thought was lost to you when he angled his thrusts just the right way to hit your sweetest of spots, every possible question was being tried and language had fallen at the bottom of your list of abilities. You arched into him, neck on display for his teeth to once again find, that tight hold on his rear remained and he seemed to really enjoy it by the sounds and sensations of his heated grunts. “Puppyyy, such a good pup, could stay buried in this hole all week” Oh you would let him, you wanted him in fact, why go back to the village, you’d rather put your days on this bed.

No matter how many dangerous items kept floating about, no matter how his skin felt almost electric as he thrusted into you more feverishly, this is what you wanted.

You wanted him.

“Then do it, oh god just do it please!” He hooked his arms beneath your knees and locked you beneath him either every intention of making your moans louder than the rain. Heisenberg unceremoniously pounded you, every hit making your toes curl and your voice choke up. “Gonna fuck a mess into you, you want it? Mhm?” Dangerous dangerous dangerous!

But you did.

Whimpered a series of broken yes yes yes, at his ear. The bruising hold proved necessarily, you felt your legs shake and stiffen all at once, heard several things sort of just go pop! It dawned on you that it had been the lights but that couldn’t have been the storm-

Your orgasm snuck up on you, quite literally hit you smack in the gut with Heisenberg at his tail end as well, it must’ve been seconds apart from one another. He moaned right against your ear, hips drilling into you with every intention of making you lose your god damn mind. Several objects clattered around you, startling you and in the process making you hold onto him.

His amused chuckle came out in breathless pants, the now darkened room only having a lone candle as the source of light. He gave your hip a gentle tap, “It’s okay, just shit that happens” He sounded somewhat sheepish as you both still panted. You reached up and cupped his sweaty cheek, fingers mapping a crias crossed scar. Here in the dimly lit room he still managed to be the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

You wanted him again.

Wanted all the madness that came with him.

You pulled him down again to show him just that as you kissed him.

[soupbabe]

Heard you wanted to be spammed with requests-

So uh- Idk if you do platonic headcanons but- maybe platonic Stardust crusaders with a pillar crusader? Doesn't matter what,,, gender the bby pillar person is,,, just,,, sweet pillar babe who's tall af- and totally acts like a doofus at times---

You dont have to do this tho uvu

Stardust Crusaders + Pillarman! Reader HCs

It says Pillar*man* in title, but reader will be gender neutral, I think that's just the species (?) name! Also I like doing platonic requests so I don't mind doing this at all ! <3

Joseph Joestar

He met you around the time he met Santana

You were stuck in the same Pillar as the youngest pillarman, also playing the role of a guard dog before you were turned into stone

The main difference between you and your (uh forced adopted?) brother is that your face broke out in a huge smile and giggles filled the room when he booped your nose and told you to be happy

You were loyal to Kars, but throughout the time in Battle Tendency that decreased due to the realization that he never cared about you and did abandon you without thought

Joseph was there to comfort you through it and you helped in defeating Kars in return

After BT, you were sent to be studied at the Speedwagon Foundation and years later they were able to replicate the red stone of Aja for you

Ultimate Y/N ! Ultimate Y/N !

Sunburn no more

You became a nature deity, similar to Kars

First thing you did when the study was done was prank Joseph into thinking that the Ultimate Lifeform came back

Although it didn't work all too well, your forced down smile and stifled giggles definitely wasn't a sign of Kars, despite the mighty wings you sprouted

You lived with Suzi Q and Joseph for the majority of your new life and you adored being apart of their lives

Also they did make you babysit Holly numerous times even though you had no idea what a human baby looked like until now

Should've learned their lesson when one time you were caught making a rough sketch of what would have been a traditional pillarman tattoo on a 10 year old Holly, claiming that it's needed for her to grow up big and strong like you

Although you weren't a stand user, you had experience fighting ancient supernatural beings stronger than some stand users and you were a deity among men. Joseph didn't wait to take you with him when he found out that Dio was making a return

When Holly got sick and it was clear the crusaders had to go to Egypt, you didn't hesitate to sign up. It was a rare time that you were serious and your loyalty to your aged best friend shined through. You loved his family and you saw Holly grow up, of course you'd be there for him

Throughout SDC, you mostly just laughed at him (mostly during the fight with Mariah) and cracked jokes with him to ease tense situations

Also that bit at the end of the show where he pretended that Dio possessed his body?? He got that from you and you both laughed while Jotaro gave you both a glare

Iggy

Oh my god you barked back.

Y'all gossip with each other in dog, you're a nature deity, of course you can understand him perfectly

Added bonus of your powers is that he naturally relaxes with you

Sleepy gremlin

Jotaro Kujo

It took him a while to warm up to you

You were raised by Kars and Esidisi, dealing people who come off as cold and have occasional outbursts of anger come natural to you

He first doesn't think of you as anything when he first saw you

It wasn't until you sized him up, easily towering over the 6'5" teen, his eyes widened in astonishment a little

He has no problems with you, you're respectful to his mother and you respect his privacy for the most part

You're real bonding moment was when you made a lame, but fairfly obscure, fish pun when beating up the stand user of Dark Blue Moon

You both talked about marine life, he was genuinely interested in your experiences with ancient marine species and types of life before evolution made them what they were today

Although he doesn't like the happy go lucky types of people (they remind him of his annoying fangirls) you'll be the exception

A moment you both really became friends was in the Steely Dan fight

You shot your hand up in excitement, offering to aid in beating the hell out of the cocky bastard that mistreated Jotaro and Joseph

It was a good moment for you both to have light hearted banter and you ended the fight with a smile and a high five

Although persuading Joot to do the high five went more like: "Jotaro please" "No." "Pleassseeeeeee" "*sigh* Leave me alone after this."

I thank that you can't see stands. I can only imagine the endless lighthearted fights you and Star Platinum would have, you both giving each other proud smiles of how strong your friend has become

Noriaki Kakyoin

You gave a welcoming and cheerful aura when he woke up at the Kujo household

Out of all Crusaders, I do like to think that you would think of Kakyoin as more of a little brother

Probably because you miss Santana a bit tbh, red hair and a more reserved personality?? Easy for that to happen

Although you do make sure to keep that distinction between the two separate beings, gotta be healthy bby

You were one to always encourage him to get more out of his shell and be the friend he deserved

He would encourage you to speak about Pillarman society/culture when you both roomed together

One time you pranked him by giving him a handful cherries and giving him a tiny jumpscare when the cherries actually did turn back into your hand

Sometimes you both make fun of Polnareff together </3

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

,,,,big tall gentle giant? Oh my god he would've melted for you at first

He flirted with you first thing after the fight with Avdol, only to be immediately shut down with your laughter

It's not the first time someone hit on you, but his attempt was so cheesy and bad that it was funny

Don't worry he didn't keep on flirting with you though, it was clear that you weren't interested

That and you told him that you were over 1000 years old

You both were outgoing so it wasn't a big surprise that you two got along so well

He actually enjoys your tales of past fights and how it was like not being able to be in the sun for the longest time

That and he asked for hair care tips, your hair is very beautiful to him and to keep it as such even when you were turned to stone? Impressive

You both are dumbasses together, but you're the one to save his ass all the time

Especially during the first fight with Hol Horse, guns can't kill you and even then your skin can create a harsh shell to soften the blow

You just laughed it off, said that it tickled, and encouraged Polnareff to chase after the (now) frightened cowboy

You and Polnareff also have a lot in common too and you both are able to be for each other when it comes to Polnareff's grief over his sister and you technically being the only pillarman alive

Omg Y/N I can't believe you have yourself an emotional support himbo I'm jealous

You're also a wingman/wingwoman for him, years and years of experience (and using Joseph in his younger years as a "what not to do" reference) led you to being the perfect helper in getting whoever Polnareff wants

Muhammad Avdol

He's read about the Pillarmen, but he never thought that they were actually real

So when he met you he was flabbergasted

You and Avdol's friendship is like him unintentionally parenting a 7 foot 5 year old on one of those kid leashes

He knows that almost nothing can cause you great harm, but he still worries

Because of that his favorite form of hanging out with you involves chatting over tea or showing you foods you might not be aware of

In all honesty, it's greatly appreciated since your diet switched from vampires and humans to absorbing like 2-3 raw cows every other week. Your "palate" is not as expansive as you may think

While in India, you were able to buy some Henna and Avdol was very open to you giving him a mock Pillar tattoo

He wore it with pride and was very greatful

Sometimes when he gets homesick you make your arm into a chicken, and although it isn't the real thing, he appreciates it

You also show him ancient Pillar rituals too and it's his favorite thing to listen to

In return, you bother him to show you how to read tarot and tell him about (in your words) "occult business~"

You balance each other out and Avdol cherishes you greatly

When the mission to Egypt was over, he did name a chicken after you btw

[a-romantic--aromantic]

Hi there! I was reading your post for the aro-picnic at pride (sorry I’m sure how else to refer to the post) and wanted to tell you that I think that sounds like such an amazing idea! You’d be making a safe place and slacking conversation that has never happened at pride. I went to two large pride celebrations this year in two different cities in the US and I was the only one I saw sporting anything to do with being aro-spec. And including the other a-spec identities is even better because we’re all a safe place for each other. Honestly, if I would’ve seen a booth like what you’re imagining at a pride event that I went to the I probably would’ve felt so much safer and freer to be myself. A-specs deserve pride just as much as everyone. I’m so sorry someone was treating you like that in the comments section , that was so uncalled for by them. After reading that I just wanted to reach out and tell you how much hope you inspired in me for future pride events. The aspec community is only growing and I have every confidence that wonderful people like you can help us achieve the recognition, celebration , and visibility that we deserve. You’re doing great! I believe in you and your projects!

hdjdkdhjd thank you so much. yeah the idea is in the works, and im lucky enough that an aspec organization walks in the parade every year- but thats not sensory friendly for me and doesnt have resources really for actually teaching people or meeting other people like you? im hoping that i can have little info sheets and a physical aspec + aplatonic pride flag, since i know that no one really has gotten to see that irl. i think itd be really cool.

in case youre curious, heres a rough draft of what a tabling would look like.

[ID: a concept sketch of the setup of a table at a festival. it includes various aro, aplatonic, and ace flags, as well as the new aspec flag. it shows placement of rings, stickers, keychains, ribbon, chairs, and flags. There is text to represent signs. 1. What do black and white rings represent? 2. Aspec symbols and what they mean 3. About the artists. /END ID]

and a picnic draft (which i will get approval for but yes, you can just hang out with your friends on the lawn at the festival and do crafts 🙄 )

[ID: a concept sketch of the setup of some items and 3 people sitting on a blanket. it shows placement of ribbons, stickers, and beads. off to the side there is text that reads “literally just pride flags stitched together” with a small sketch of 9 aro flags sewn into a grid, with an arrow pointed towards the blanket. /END ID]

im ngl i dont care much about including aces but i do LOVE @untitled-google-docs-document flag (featured in the table image!!!) enough that it is genuinely one of my reasons for considering expanding it to aspec in general instead of my original Aro Vision. the other one being I Want To Support Aplatonics And Rep Apls So Bad.

i hope this feeds your curiosity and excitement for me maybe doing this idea. i’m still in planning stages and reaching out to the event coordinators about if a meetup with friends/other aros like this would be okay, and figuring out the requirements to apply for a table. it appears i just need to fill out an application Dec. 1st (or after) but I’m still just waiting to hear back. This has been living in my brain for years as the picnic concept, but im starting to think that a table may be more fun/useful.

i dont plan on partnering with aurea, other than to perhaps add it to their calendar, though i may reach out to taaap as they are located in dc and march in the parade. im not sure yet because a big part of this is just doing crafts and getting aros together, and i dont particularly know if i want a big organization like that involved, and im hesitant after knowing some of their volunteers from when i was first building this community.

there are some local aspec groups and groups at the colleges nearby, and some people ive known outside of that, who may be willing to work together as a “group” if we need to to qualify for a table. mostly for that one i care about cost. i want these crafts and merch to be free because i dont have the ability to go sell and it feels wrong, but donations to make this possible/ to donate to taaap or aurea may be accepted? but mostly im just doing this because i want to.

i hope that getting to see more is exciting for you like it is for me! i cant wait to actually make it happen.

[churomo]

u don't have to answer this if u dont know but how do u think of things to draw or like. how do u decide posing and stuff? does that even make sense.. idk I'm sorry lol

ngl most of the time i just go with the flow because a good amount of the art i make is just, like — stress relief or unplanned stuff i doodle on a whim (but heres what i have in mind when i actually think abt what i’m doing !! lmao)

every time i draw something the thing that helps me think (and sometimes makes motivates me to draw in the first place) is color ! idk if it’s because the coloring process is just my favorite part but when i’m working on something that takes more effort i like to think of the color palette i’m going to use beforehand (hell with some of my older art when i was IN THE ZONE so to speak i sorta just blotted some random colored shapes on a canvas as my “rough sketch” and went from there ahah)

and ig the best way for me to describe how i decide on posing (when i’m actually thinking about it) is like. what the characters feel (their personality or just what they’re feeling in the moment), and then what feeling i want to convey looking at them ? (how well those two things carry across depend solely on whether or not i can pull it off tho lmao) and when there’s two characters i like to think about the character’s relationship n how they interact with each other … maybe i’m just a fan of character dynamics but it’s fun to think of ! how would they express themselves around each other ? what would their body language show — how would they behave ? lots of fun !!

ofc there’s other things you should pay attention to when it comes to posing but that’s just what i like thinking of the most aha

[h2bakugou]

hello! May I please have a Dabi x fem reader in the lov who likes to draw? I think she finds his scars and stuff to be a work of art in itself and is like (oh heck I gotta sketch this). He glances at what she’s drawing and she gets all flustered! Maybe he even takes his shirt off at one point which can lead to some other things~ (I like smut but if you think fluff fits the prompt better that���s alright with me!) Thank you and I love your writing!

a/n: hii! of course love! this is super sweet omg i love dabi, i feel like i dont capture his character very well but imma try like hell😩😩this is probably ooc for him but it’s sappy and i love it

summary: dabi’s hard to read, but that doesn’t stop you from sketching him. you find beauty in his flaws, entranced by his scars, so much so that dabi can’t help but be interested in you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, sappy romance bc i love this man, some spicy themes, one mention of a slight(possible? idrk what counts) manga spoiler (e.g. dabi’s past/history) (manga spoilers in tags!!)

wordcount: 2k

;cut due to suggestive themes;

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It’s never been a really big secret that you liked drawing. But when it comes to working for the league, specifically, the League of Villains, your line of work doesn’t allow for very much downtime unless you’re in the midst of planning some sort of attack or rebellion.

Whether or not the league keeps hopping from rendezvous spot to rendezvous spot isn’t up to you, but you never fail to get a little used to the eerily calming silence that falls upon the league during the first twenty-four hours of the new four walls that seem to keep you safe for the time being.

With a barely sharpened pencil in your hand, a small drawing pad in the other, you’re staring at Dabi as you sketch him.

It started as a bit of a joke, maybe just teasing him since he liked to tease you about being into him since you were the only one he was really super close, if you could call being the first one he spoke to every time he saw you or the one you sought out to be paired up with during missions, ‘super close.’

But now, it was something you enjoyed.

Dabi was one among the very interesting members of the league. Something about his scars just seemed to entrance you. Pulling you in further and further down a rabbit hole of questions that you had but never let leave past your lips.

It felt wrong to ask, not that it was a bad thing to be curious, but because Dabi was just so mysterious. No one knew anything about him, or about who he was, his past, even his real name was a mystery. 

It felt wrong to disturb the unnerving peace that was Dabi. The resting expression on his features balancing on a thin cable between anger and poor personal resilience.

Dabi’s scars were the highlight of your sketches, always standing out. What the others may have thought to be ugly, or unattractive, you thought were beautiful, and emotional.

There was a story behind them, one you wanted to know, one you wanted to uncover and read, page by page, line by line, and word for word, discovering just how truly deep Dabi’s past was. But only Dabi could show you that, only Dabi could open that book for you. And you were willing to wait. You’d wait an eternity if you had too.

His rough raven hair is messy and strewn about as you scribble down his facial features, the groggy lighting making it just a tad difficult to see as you lead the pencil over the warm white paper littered with graphite covered fingerprints.

His arms are positioned on a counter, the art work resembling how he was sitting sloped against the kitchen table, elbows pressed against the dark mahogany wood, hands resting by his mouth as his cerulean eyes peer off at the cracked cement wall in front of him, occasionally glancing back at you.

The other members of the league were scattered about but it didn’t bother you. Toga asked you a couple of questions, wondering what you were doing, if you were excited about the new plans and such.

You replied quietly as to not disturb the peace.

But soon some of the members left, going off to go eat or find something to do. And soon you were among the few left behind, along with Dabi, Shigaraki and Mr. Compress.

Having almost finally finished your current sketch, you were stopped by a pair of hands picking up your drawing pad. Rough and calloused fingers drew your pad away and your attention away.

“Hey I’m not finished.” You glanced up at Dabi. Dabi just admired the talent poured into the sketch. Dabi couldn’t wrap his head around why you drew him so often, but he didn’t mind. It was kind of touching in a way.

“Is that really what I look like?” Dabi joked, handing you back your sketch pad.

“You have looked in a mirror once before, right?” You titled your head to the side, adding a bit more detail to his scars as you began to draw again. 

“A few times. But I’d rather look at you, doll.” Dabi’s hands reached down again, this time pulling at your hands. Leading you out of the room where the other two members sat, finding a way to entertain themselves, Dabi lead you up some stairs in questionable condition.

Picking a random room, he sat down on the rickety bed and waited for you to sit down.

“Why’s that?” You tease, returning to drawing, looking up at him every few seconds to reference. And to admire him.

“You’re easy on the eyes, beautiful and-”

“Are you saying you’re not beautiful, Dabi?” You stopped him, not pausing to look at him.

“I’m not beautiful, I’m gorgeous.” Dabi chuckled, shaking his head jokingly as he laid back against the bed, his head dangling off the opposite end.

“You are.” You confirm. Finally finishing up your sketch. You get up and walk over to him, handing him the finished sketch. 

“You add so much detail to my scars. They’re just scars.” The tips of Dabi’s ears flush as heat floods to his face. He’s flustered but he won’t admit it. He can’t understand why you think he’s so beautiful.

You don’t speak. For the first time, you’re speechless. You sit down beside Dabi, and now that he’s sitting up, he faces you.

You reach your hands out and gently lift one of his arms, holding one of his hands in your own. You run your fingers across the scarred flesh, gently caressing his skin. 

His hands are cold compared to your warm fingers. He’s getting chills all down his spine as you touch him. It’s not meant to be anything out of the ordinary, but he’s still shocked that he’s letting you touch him.

“Your scars are beautiful. I’m sure there’s a story, something about them that might make you hate them, but I love them, and I think they make you that much more beautiful. You are a masterpiece, every scar a carefully calculated brushstroke on a beautiful canvas.” Your words finally come out, overflowing with love. You can’t sit quietly anymore.

“Dabi you are beautiful.” Your eyes lock with his, and you can tell he’s unsure of what to do. 

Dabi no longer felt he had the ability to cry, but if he’d let himself, he would’ve done it in that moment. Being so open and vulnerable around you just happened. It came too easily, and he hated it, but he loved you.

Pulling his arm away form your warm touch, he tossed his jacket off and to the side before tearing his shirt away from his body, allowing you to see his chest, and more of his scar covered skin.

Sitting quietly with a faint blush on your cheeks, you couldn’t look away. trying to avoid staring directly at his toned chest and his nipples, you raised your hand and allowed your fingers to sink down across his sternum.

Soon your fingers were met with his abs, which the heat on your face noticed far too well. 

“Say it again.” Dabi mumbled. You lifted your head to look into his eyes again, your hand still resting against his chest.

“You are beautiful-” The moment the words left your lips, Dabi’s own lips were pressed against yours. Kissing you roughly, more than he intended too, his hands mangled into yours, pushing your arms over your head.

His heart was pounding and it felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest onto yours. Pulling away for a few seconds, Dabi’s hair covered his eyes as he looked down, finding interest in the collar of your shirt.

“I want you.” Dabi’s words were simple, but they didn’t have to be complex. You knew what he meant, and you knew what he wanted. You wanted it too. A chance to see him in a different light, with deeper meaning.

A chance to connect with him, one on one. 

“Then take me.” Your fingers intertwined with his, your arms still resting above your head. It didn’t take long for his lips to magnetize back to yours, sticking to them like glue.

When Dabi thought about sex, he didn’t come anywhere close to making love. There wasn’t that sort of option when it came to him. He didn’t think he was at all capable of love, let alone a relationship that was going to have any sort of emotional connection strong enough to make him feel stable.

But you, you were so vastly different from anyone he’d ever fucked. So different from an excuse to get his dick wet, to get his mind off of league business or heaven forbid, his past.

But you, you were what he needed, what he wanted. It was far from therapy, but it’d work. Having you around was like a drug, addicting, and he’d be going through withdrawals if he couldn’t have you.

Feeling you, touching you, fucking you, kissing you, it was fuel to his fire. He was damaged goods, broken and shattered, impossible to put together, but you were doing your best, working on the smallest parts, exercising precautions, and opening your heart to him.

Hearing his name in the form of your moans as he rutted into you, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips drove him wild, much like the way your hands tangled into his hair, forcing his head into your chest where he kissed and sucked on your skin, leaving marks.

Your moans and his own grunts of pleasure were spewing from the locked room. Dabi didn’t care if the others heard, he was enjoying the moment.

Every part of it. Every part of you, every part of your body, your words, your love. And before he knew, Dabi was at his highest, his face flush against your naked chest, breathing heavily as he inhaled your scent.

Still inside you, he didn’t move, allowing the two of you to catch your breath. It was in this moment, if Dabi allowed himself to cry, he would’ve cried a second time. He was so infatuated with you, so attached.

“I love you.” Your words scared him, causing his cerulean eyes to peak at you through locks of his noir hair.

“That’s stupid.” Dabi kissed your sternum, kissing up your chest, stopping at your neck to leave a little mark, only to meet at your lips in the end.

“How?” You ask softly, your hands massaging his scalp as his lips hover over yours.

“I can’t explain it, it just is.” Dabi frowned, trying to understand what your eyes were saying as they clouded with emotion.

“Love is complex, and I think that maybe you’ve never really had good experiences with it. If you’d let me, I could show you just how beautiful it can be.” You offer, a small smile on your lips.

“If you feel the need-”

“I do. I love you, and I want you to know love.” You kissed his forehead. Dabi eventually pulled out, not minding the mess, he’d clean up later. 

“I want you to know why I love you.” You whispered, hugging him closer to you.

“Why I love your scars, your hands, your strength, the rasp in your voice, all of it. I love.” Dabi’s arms are strung over your waist as he lays, face nuzzled in your neck. It’s a bit of a stretch for him, and he feels out of place, but it’s oddly comfortable.

The next couple of times you draw Dabi, you ask to see him shirtless again. And with every new sketch, there’s something new to be learned, for Dabi. He’s learning about love, and loving you. 

He finds that you still draw him incredibly cute, and though he won’t admit it, he loves when you draw him. He’ll pose for you if you ever ask, and you always tease him a little about how it was like he was born to be a model.

It’s a long road ahead of you, but it’s one you’re willing to take, to show Dabi just how important love is.

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[aliensunflower-fics]

Jealousy & Honesty [A Sugary Sweet Prompt]

[ This is a prompt I wrote because I’m sick of Miraculous Ladybug downright awful and cruddy ‘lessons’ where all jealousy is about romantic ‘love’ and all the characters are emotionally repressed and refuse to talk about ANYTHING to each other or learn anything. So here’s a prompt where Marinette IS jealous of Lila but not because of ‘’’sweet perfect the world revolves him Adrien’’’ but rather because Lila is confident, bold, charismatic and good at making friends and these are all things that Marinette has notably struggled with in the past. So here I wrote a little prompt where Sabine helps Marinette come to terms with it so that Marinette can repair her friendships before they all sink. Because go figure communication is important. ]

[ As usual with all my prompts feel free to borrow the idea and use it for whatever you want salt, sugar, cuteness, angst, dont care just tag me when you do so I can enjoy it! If I like it I might even reblog it. ]

Marinette was furious. Another day another lie from Lila, another failure by her friends to see through the liar's deceit. It was like they didn’t want to see how obvious her lies were! Instead they all laughed with her and made jokes with her and she even bought Alya lunch! That snake! Emotion bubbled and burned in Marinette like acid as she threw her backpack onto the floor and launched herself into her desk chair ignoring Tikki’s worried cries. She just needed to blast some music and get creative. Maybe if she didn’t think for a couple hours she’d forget all about Lila laughing at Alix’s joke like she was their friend or something! Picking Jagged’s angriest song she cranked the volume, put on her headphones and got sketching. It was different then her normal stuff, all rough edges and dark colors as she ignored the stinging of held back tears. Through the music and the harsh lines a part of her still whispered the dark little thought she didn't want to address ‘did her friends like Lila more than her?’. 

As the hours ticked by Marinette kept up her furious pace not noticing the rest of her day slip into evening or her mothers several attempts to call her down for dinner. Finally Sabine had enough and popped her head into Marinette’s room. The sight of ripped up sketches littering the room and Marinette glaring at her sketchbook furiously as if it could start on fire from her glare alone was enough to tip off the mother that her daughter needed a little talk. Coming up into the room properly finally caught Marinette’s eye prompting her to remove her headphones, Sabine casually sat on her daughter's chaise and inspected a discarded sketch with half intrigue. She noted the rough deep lines were messy and angry, not like Marinette’s usual work. Something was definitely up.

“Making another outfit for Jagged?” Marinette tipped back her head and sighed heavily at the question.

“No, I'm just… Trying stuff out… Did you need anything Maman?” 

“Well after calling you down to dinner 8 times without a response I came to see if you needed a rescue.” Marinette blushed as she glanced out her skylight only then realizing how late it had become. “But I can see now, that what you need isn't dinner or a rescue. It's a talk.” 

Marinette cursed her mothers intuition and frowned. “I just had a bad day at school. Its not a big deal I know how busy you and papa are.”

“We are never too busy to be your parents… Now what was so bad about today. Did Chloe announce herself queen of Paris again?” Marinette snorted feeling some of her negativity ebb away.

“When isn’t there a day Chloe is calling herself royalty… No its…” Marinette bit her lower lip, she knew her parents were loving and they believed her but after the way Alya had been treating her siding with Lila Marinette was worried. Looking up to see her mothers patient and kind face Marinette decided she could trust her. “It's about Lila.”

“Oh? That girl who lied and got you expelled? Is she causing problems for you? If she is your father an I will march down to that school and-” 

“No! No… It's not like that… Not yet anyway. It's just I figured after I got back into school that everyone would believe me about Lila, but they still hang out with her and talk to her! Today at lunch everyone invited her to sit with us! And I barely got a word in! Lila and them started talking about places they’ve traveled to and they all just froze me out! They were all joking and laughing together and and its like they don't even care that she's a liar!”

Sabine blinked as she took in her daughter's word then a thought came over her. “Marinette… Did you try joining the conversation? Or did you just sit there upset Alya invited Lila to your table? You know you’ve been to quite a few places with your Nonna I bet you’d have had a great time sharing those stories.”

Marinette felt her mouth go dry and a blush of shame creep up her cheeks. It was true. She hadn’t exactly tried to make conversation, heck she hadn't even eaten she’d just been so SO… SOMETHING! Lila hadn’t actually made any big dramatic lies about celebrities or impossible events occurring; she just talked about how she’d lived in America with her parents for a couple years and the weird food they had. But it didn't matter! Why did Alya have to invite Lila to their table!?

“No one… No one asked me about where I traveled! They all just cared about Lila’s stories and their own!” It was a weak defense and Marinette knew it. And judging by how her mother hummed in thought Sabine knew it too.

“While it would have been nice for your friends to stop and ask you to try and include you it's not their fault for forgetting and maybe they did notice you but didn't want to force you to make conversation. I mean it doesn’t sound like Alya or Nino to purposefully ignore you does it?”

Marinette sighed and shook her head. No it didn’t and now that her mother was saying it outloud Marinette felt a bit silly. She could have jumped in and joined the conversation whenever she wanted no one was stopping her, not even Lila.

“Marinette.” The teen glanced at her mother warily. “Has this been happening often? Where your friends invite Lila out with you and them, and in response you stop talking or having fun?”

Marinette pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged them close. “... Maybe. I just… I don’t see why we have to start inviting Lila everywhere… No one in class invited me anywhere until Alya showed up so what's so special about Lila! Why does Lila get to become their friend overnight! What's so funny and great about her! And I mean she’s a liar mom! A liar! Why do they believe her!? And not me!” The more she spoke the more hot tears gathered in her eyes and the more she fought them back trying not to let them fall. 

“Oh Marinette.” As her mother opened her arms Marinette felt the urge to be held and threw herself off her computer chair into her mothers warm embrace. The tears she’d been fighting began to fall full of hot shame and anger and betrayal. She wasn’t sure how long she cried for but as the tears finally began to slow and she came back down from her emotional high to the feeling of her mothers hand gently rubbing her back she felt drained and raw. Finally she could give voice to that dark worry that had been nagging her.

“I-I think my friends like L-Lila more than me Maman.” Sabine hummed softly and pulled back a little to look her daughter in the eyes.

“I think that is a ridiculous accusation to make Marinette.” before her daughter could interrupt Sabine continued. “Did your friends not also open up to Adrien and Alya right away when they were new? Did you not become best friends with Alya very quickly despite having known Nino and Kim longer?”

Marinette frowned, what her mother was saying was true but… But Alya and Adrien didn’t lie it wasn't really the same was it?

“Marinette think… When Adrien came he was known only as Chloe’s friend not a very good first impression… But your friends still gave him a chance  to prove himself as more than that. Now I’m not saying I agree with Lila’s methods. She did lie on her first day to try and make a good impression and get what she wanted. And she did hurt you and you have every right to be upset about that. But your friends are kind people, the kind of people who would not hesitate to offer the front seat to a girl who they think has a hearing disability, the kind of people who would try and forgive a girl for lying and try to help her fit in. I know it's your first time having friends in years and maybe that is me and your papa’s fault for not protecting you better from Chloe. But just because your friends are being kind to another person doesn’t mean they don't still love you.”

Marinette sniffled and frowned deeply, her eyebrows creasing. Her friends were kind people, they helped with charities they gave back to the community they looked out for her. They were not perfect by ANY means they slipped up and sometimes they put way too much pressure on her. Sometimes she ended up apologizing for things that weren't even her fault but if she was honest maybe that was because she never talked with them. She never sat them down and told them what she needed help with; she never told them honestly when they upset her she was… Well she was scared to tell them when they hurt her because this was her first time being friends and she didn't know… She didn't know how it was supposed to work. And when it came to Lila they did do what they thought was right. They gave the new girl with a hearing problem the seat she requested, and they tried to help her get over her rocky beginning by inviting her out and showing her a good time. Yes they had hurt Marinette in the process but had she ever once told them that they had hurt her and how? No instead Marinette had just expected them to instinctively KNOW but how could they when they didn't have the full picture! All they knew is that she’d just thrown around angry accusations at a girl her friends thought was disabled and then she’d gotten expelled and then listened to Adrien and forgotten in her haste to tell her friends what happened to TALK to them about everything. And worst of all… Worst of all she’d failed to see that she was jealous of Lila, jealous of how quickly she made friends, jealous of how easily she could just talk to people, jealous of how she never seemed to trip or fall or break anything, jealous of how much everyone laughed at her stories of trying hot cheeto hot dogs. And she’d been letting that jealousy push her father away from her friends she’d stopped joining in she’d stopped having fun she was the one pushing them away. Sniffling Marinette squeezed her mother lovingly thankful for her gentle guiding insight. Tikki was kind and bubbly and sometimes had good advice but there was nothing quite like a mothers advice.

“Hey Maman… Do you think I could invite Alya and the girls over tomorrow. I think… I think maybe I need to have a talk with them.”

Sabine smiled warmly. “Of course my little dumpling. Now come eat some dinner before your fathers stomach starts shaking Paris!” 

As Marinette enjoyed her meal and joked with her father and mother she thought of tomorrow. It would be nerve wracking and terrifying but hopefully it would bring her closer to her friends. She needed to tell them about what happened with Lila, all of it even the shameful parts where she followed her and the scary parts like being threatened, and the part of Adrien’s not so great advice that kept her from confiding in her friends sooner. She needed to be honest about her jealousy, her fear that her friends would replace her, she needed to let her friends know that they hurt her when they shoved her to the back of the class alone how it made her feel replaceable and unloved. She needed to tell them that she was still getting use to having friends and hadn’t set proper boundaries or let them know when they'd pushed or pulled her too far and that she’d start setting them from now on. And she needed to tell them that… That she was even willing to give Lila another chance if Lila was willing to apologize and start back on the right foot. It would be a long conversation, but it was one worth having.

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