#once my pose a days are over I can come back to u my love….

[golmorehotgirl]

I’ve missed my binch …

[amyzworldds]

Hi ! can i request?? i was thinking about how YN the 14th member, would react and do when her members are starting to leave one by one to serve military service??? thank u !!!

Title: Enlistment Blues

Masterlist

Seventeen’s joy turns bittersweet as Y/N faces Jeonghan’s enlistment during a Bangkok shoot. Her silence hides dread that spills into tears, revealing her deep bond with the group. Through teasing and promises, they keep their family strong amid looming farewells. Pairing: Seventeen x 14th member Genre: Fluff, Humor, Angst

Seventeen was in the thick of their 9th anniversary, a milestone that felt both triumphant and surreal. They were on set in Bangkok, shooting the music video for Love, Money, Fame, their 12th mini album, and the energy was high—until break time hit. The group sprawled across the set, laughing and joking, the humid air sticking to their skin. Y/N sat on a couch beside Seungcheol, her head resting on his shoulder as she devoured a chocolate cake, crumbs dotting her lap.

“Careful, Y/N-ah,” Seungcheol warned, nudging her gently. “You’re gonna spill that all over your outfit—then what? You’ll blame me for not stopping you.”

“You’d deserve it, Cheollie oppa,” she grinned, mid-bite. “You’re my cake guard now.” She licked her fork, leaning harder into him, cozy and content.

The others lounged around—Hoshi sprawled on the floor fanning himself, Mingyu arm-wrestling Dino for no reason, Seungkwan and Vernon arguing over the last water bottle. It was chaos as usual, their laughter bouncing off the set walls. Then Jeonghan, perched on a chair with his iced coffee, dropped a bomb.

“By the way,” he said, casual as ever, “I won’t be around for the Spill the Feels promotions.”

Y/N froze, fork halfway to her mouth, chocolate smudging her lips. “Wait, what? Why not?” she asked, turning to him, eyes wide.

“Mandatory enlistment,” Jeonghan replied, shrugging like it was no big deal. “It’s time—gotta go soon.”

The words hit her like a brick. She blinked, cake forgotten, as reality crashed in. She was 25 now—25—and the boys were creeping toward their 30s. SEVENTEEN wasn’t just a group anymore; they were a family with sprawling lives—some in their own houses, some crashing with parents, others like her bunking with Jeonghan and Seungkwan in a shared apartment. But enlistment? That was the monster she’d shoved to the back of her mind, and now it was real. One by one, they’d leave—not all at once, sure, but still. Seungcheol was safe with his medical exemption, Joshua, Jun, and Minghao too, thanks to citizenship. But the rest? Too many. Years—years—before they’d be 14 again.

She didn’t say a word, just stared at Jeonghan, then dropped her gaze to her cake, appetite gone. The others kept joking—“You’re gonna come back with a buzzcut, hyung!” Hoshi laughed, and “Bet you’ll smuggle snacks in the barracks,” Mingyu teased—but Y/N stayed quiet, the weight sinking deeper.

Break ended, and filming resumed, but her spark dimmed. She moved through the shots—dancing, posing, smiling on cue—but her usual chatter was gone. The boys noticed, exchanging glances as the day wore on.

“Y/N-ah, you okay?” Joshua asked during a water break, tilting his head. “You’re quiet—too quiet.”

“Yeah, it’s just hot,” she mumbled, fanning herself. “Bangkok weather’s killing me.” A lie, and they bought it, sort of—nodding but not pressing.

“You sure?” Seungkwan squinted, handing her a bottle. “You didn’t even yell at Hoshi for stepping on your shoe earlier.”

“Too tired,” she said, forcing a smile. “I’ll live.”

They let it go, but her silence lingered. She hated this—hated imagining Jeonghan gone, then Woozi, then Hoshi, a revolving door of absences. One comes back, another leaves. Waiting years to perform as 14 again? Her chest tightened at the thought, but she swallowed it, saying nothing.

Filming wrapped late, and they piled into vans back to their hotel, sweaty and spent. Dinner was tradition—ramen, street food, chaos in the suite—but Y/N lagged behind as they ordered. “You eating, Y/N-ah?” Seungcheol called, waving a menu.

“Nah, I’m beat,” she said, already halfway to her room. “Gonna sleep—night, oppas.”

“Sleep well!” DK chirped, but his smile faltered as she disappeared. The others exchanged looks, chopsticks paused.

“She’s off,” Mingyu said, frowning. “She loves food—why’s she skipping?”

“Maybe she’s just tired,” Vernon offered, shrugging. “Long day.”

“No, it’s more,” Jeonghan said, eyes narrowing. “She’s been weird since break. Something’s up.”

“Think it’s the heat?” Dino asked, uncertain.

“She’s lying about that,” Seungkwan muttered, tapping his spoon. “She’s Y/N—she’d complain nonstop if it was just weather.”

“Maybe she’s sick?” Jun suggested, worried.

“Or maybe she’s mad at us,” Hoshi said, dramatic as ever. “Did I eat her cake? Oh god, did I?!”

“You didn’t,” Wonwoo deadpanned, smirking. “She’d have tackled you by now.”

Seungcheol sighed, leaning back. “Let her rest—we’ll check tomorrow. She’s tough, but… something’s wrong.”

They nodded, digging into dinner, but the mood dipped. Y/N’s quiet exit gnawed at them. They’d missed it—her dread about enlistment, the sadness she buried under “tired” and “hot.” She was their glue, their chaos, and now she was retreating, alone in her hotel room, staring at the ceiling. The boys leaving wasn’t new news, but for her, it was a fresh wound—and they had no clue how deep it ran.

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That night, Y/N holed up in her hotel room, the weight of Jeonghan’s enlistment news crashing down hard. Curled on her bed, tears streamed down her face, soaking her pillow. She got why Korea had mandatory service—duty, protection, all that—but right now? She hated it. “Why do they need my members for a war?!” she sobbed, voice cracking. “It’s stupid! Hoshi oppa would just do his tiger moves—horanghae at the enemy! Mingyu oppa’s too clumsy—he’d trip over his own gun! Wonwoo oppa and Jeonghan oppa would sleep through it—too tired to fight! And Woozi-oppa? He’d turn the barracks into a gym and guard it like a king!”

She hiccupped, a crying mess, hugging her knees. “They’d joke around—none of them are made for this! Korea’s dumb for inventing this enlistment thing—I should start a protest! Carats would join me—‘No Oppas to the Army!’—we’d win!” She whispered her rebellion between sobs, cursing the system, imagining her goofy brothers in uniforms. It broke her heart—one by one, they’d vanish, and she’d wait years for them to come back.

A knock rattled her door. “Y/N-ah, you hungry?” Seungcheol’s voice came through, gentle but firm. “We’ve got ramen—come eat.”

“Yeah, it’s good stuff!” DK added, hopeful. “You sure you’re okay?”

She didn’t move, didn’t answer, just buried her face deeper into her pillow. “Go away,” she muttered under her breath, too quiet for them to hear. The knocks stopped, footsteps faded, and she cried harder, alone with her dread.

Morning came too fast. They had an early flight back to Korea, and Y/N dragged herself out of bed, eyes swollen and red. She layered up—bucket hat, hoodie, mask, sunglasses—hiding her puffy face like a fortress. “No one’s seeing this,” she grumbled, checking the mirror. The boys were already up, lugging bags and chugging coffee, but the second she shuffled into the lobby, they froze.

“Morning, Y/N-ah,” Joshua said, cautious, eyeing her getup. “You… sleep okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” she mumbled, voice flat, pulling her hat lower. “Let’s go.”

They exchanged looks—Seungcheol to Jeonghan, Mingyu to Wonwoo—sensing the shift. She was a ghost of herself, no chatter, no teasing, just silence as they piled into the van to the airport. The ride was suffocatingly quiet, a stark contrast to their usual chaos. Hoshi didn’t even try a joke; Seungkwan didn’t sing. They were worried—really worried—but clueless.

“She’s too quiet,” Mingyu whispered to Dino, leaning over. “This isn’t her.”

“Yeah, she didn’t even yell at me for snoring,” Dino replied, frowning. “Something’s wrong.”

“Think she’s sick?” Jun asked, voice low, glancing at her hunched in the back.

“Nah, it’s more,” Seungkwan muttered, arms crossed. “She’s been off since yesterday—skipped dinner, now this?”

“Maybe she’s mad at us,” Hoshi ventured, dramatic as ever. “Did I steal her snacks again? I don’t think I did!”

“You didn’t,” Wonwoo said, smirking faintly. “She’d have murdered you already.”

Seungcheol sighed, watching her through the rearview mirror. “She’s hiding something. We’ll talk when we’re home—she can’t dodge us forever.”

“Hope so,” Jeonghan said, quieter, staring out the window. “She’s never this silent.”

Y/N stayed mute, earbuds in but no music, staring at nothing. “I hate this,” she thought, throat tight. “They’re leaving, and I’m stuck waiting—years of waiting. It’s not fair.” She didn’t dare say it out loud—didn’t want their pity or their promises. The enlistment loomed like a shadow, and she was drowning in it, puffy eyes hidden but her heart loud. The boys sensed the storm, but without a clue it was their own departures breaking her, they rode to Korea in uneasy silence, her sadness a secret she wasn’t ready to share.

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Months had zipped by since that Bangkok night, and Y/N still hadn’t breathed a word about the enlistment dread gnawing at her. She buried it deep, but Jeonghan kept bringing it up—casual mentions of “my last this” or “before I go”—and then Pledis dropped the bomb: September 26, 2024, Jeonghan’s enlistment date. Each day, reality slapped her harder, her sadness swelling like a balloon ready to burst. The boys asked—“Y/N-ah, you okay?” or “Something up?”—but she dodged, pulling the “It’s just my red days, I’m moody” card. They bought it, mostly, too busy to dig deeper.

At the apartment she shared with Jeonghan and Seungkwan, she’d bolt to her room after schedules, locking the door with a quiet “Night” that left them wandering the living room, puzzled. One day, in the practice room, while waiting for her to show, Jeonghan and Seungkwan spilled it to the group. “She’s been weird,” Jeonghan said, frowning. “Goes straight to her room, locks it—barely talks.”

“Yeah, she’s a ghost lately,” Seungkwan added, tapping his foot. “Even when I try joking, she just nods and dips. What’s up with her?”

“Dunno,” Mingyu shrugged, stretching. “Maybe she’s tired? Comeback prep’s brutal.”

“Or mad at us,” Hoshi suggested, dramatic. “Did I eat her snacks again?”

“You didn’t,” Wonwoo smirked. “She’d have tackled you.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Seungcheol said, firm. “She can’t hide forever.” But enlistment? It never crossed their minds—too obvious, maybe, or too heavy to guess.

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Today, they were in the practice room, prepping for tomorrow’s 2024 Lollapalooza gig. Y/N slumped in a corner, quieter than ever, her mood tanking harder. Jun was gone too—off in China for his acting career—and she missed his dumb jokes, his chaos. She’d been texting him nonstop—“Come back, oppa, it’s boring without you!” or “I miss your stupid laugh!”—but he was busy, and her sadness doubled. Jeonghan’s last performance loomed, and she wanted to sob, scream, anything—but her tears stayed stuck, her mouth glued shut.

The boys noticed, hovering as they stretched. “Y/N-ah, seriously, what’s wrong?” Joshua asked, crouching beside her. “You’ve been off all day—did we do something?”

“No, I’m fine,” she mumbled, picking at her sleeve. “Just… not feeling it.”

“Not feeling it?” Seungkwan squinted, hands on hips. “You didn’t even laugh when Hoshi tripped earlier—that’s a crime!”

“Too hot in here,” she lied, fanning herself weakly. “I’m okay, really.”

“You’re not,” DK pressed, frowning. “You’re, like, dead quiet. Tell us—what’d we do?”

“Nothing,” she said, voice flat, eyes on the floor. “Drop it.” They frowned, but backed off, clueless that Jeonghan’s enlistment—and Jun’s absence—were shredding her inside.

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Flight day arrived, and Y/N clung to Jeonghan like a koala. At the airport, she stuck to his side, arm looped through his, dragging her bag with her free hand. On the plane to Berlin, she nabbed the seat next to him, leaning into his shoulder, silent but glued. The members noticed—“She’s clingy today,” Mingyu whispered to Vernon, smirking—but they shrugged it off. “Jeonghan’s the chosen one, I guess,” Vernon chuckled. “She picks a new oppa every week.”

“Lucky me,” Jeonghan teased, patting her head. “You comfy, Y/N-ah?”

“Yeah,” she muttered, barely audible, nestling closer. “Just… stay there.”

They didn’t get it—not the depth of it. To them, it was Y/N being Y/N, quirky and affectionate. But for her, it was desperation—this was the last airport run with Jeonghan for years. “I hate this,” she thought, throat tight, staring at his profile. “Tomorrow he performs, then he’s gone—I’ll wait forever.” She wanted to cry, to beg him not to go, but she swallowed it, clinging harder, her silence louder than ever.

The plane hummed, the boys chattered—“Think the crowd’ll go wild tomorrow?” Hoshi asked, hyped, and “Bet they’ll scream for my rap,” Seungkwan bragged—but Y/N stayed quiet, her heart sinking with every mile. Jeonghan glanced at her, sensing something, but didn’t push. “You sure you’re okay?” he murmured, low enough for just her.

“Yeah,” she lied again, forcing a tiny smile. “Just tired.” He nodded, unconvinced, but let it go. The flight stretched on, her clinginess her only protest, and the boys stayed oblivious, missing the storm brewing in their maknae’s heart.

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The Lollapalooza stage roared with energy as Seventeen performed, their 9th-year polish shining despite the exhaustion dragging at their limbs. They danced, sang, poured everything into it, but Y/N’s quietness weighed on them. Between songs, the boys shot her worried glances—her steps were sharp, her smiles forced. “Y/N-ah, you good?” Seungcheol murmured mid-transition, sweat dripping.

“Yeah, focus on the stage,” she snapped, nudging him back. “Stop being nosy—I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” DK whispered, adjusting his mic, but she waved him off, eyes hard.

“Just perform, oppa,” she said, voice tight. “We’re almost done.” They frowned but obeyed, pushing through, though their worry lingered like a shadow.

The set ended, and the crowd erupted, a sea of screams and lights. As they lined up for goodbyes, the chants shifted—“Jeonghan! Jeonghan!”—piercing the air. The fans knew: this was his last stage before enlistment. He stepped forward, laughing softly, mic raised. “Wow, you’re loud tonight,” he said, grinning. “Thanks for the love, Carats. Wait for us, okay? We’ll be back as 14 one day—promise.”

The crowd cheered, but Y/N’s chest caved. His words—wait for us—echoed in her skull, a cruel timer ticking down. She wanted to scream, sob, collapse—but cameras rolled, fans watched. “Smile,” she told herself, forcing her lips up, eyes glassy. She waved, mechanical, hiding the storm inside.

Backstage, the day’s toll hit hard. Y/N stumbled in, drained—emotionally wrecked, physically spent. The boys crowded her, sensing the crack in her armor. “Y/N-ah, sit,” Mingyu urged, guiding her to a chair. “You look dead—here, water.” He pressed a bottle into her hand.

“And a towel,” Joshua added, tossing one over. “Wipe that sweat—you’re soaked.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled, taking it, voice barely there. She dabbed her face, hiding behind the cloth—and then it broke. A sob ripped out, loud and raw, startling them all. Tears spilled, soaking the towel, her shoulders shaking as she crumpled.

“Y/N-ah?!” Seungcheol knelt fast, hands hovering. “What’s wrong—what happened?!”

“Hey, talk to us!” Hoshi pleaded, wide-eyed. “You’re freaking us out!”

She dropped the towel, face streaked, and let it pour. “I can’t do this!” she cried, voice breaking. “Jun oppa’s not here—I’ve been texting him, calling him, begging him to come back, and he doesn’t answer! And now you—” She pointed at Jeonghan, sobbing harder. “You’re leaving! Then the rest of you—one by one—you’ll all go! You’ll leave me alone, and I’ll wait years, and I hate it! I hate this stupid enlistment thing—I don’t want you gone!”

The room stilled, her words sinking in like stones. They’d missed it—her silence, her clinginess, all tied to this. Jeonghan stepped closer, eyes soft, kneeling beside Seungcheol. “Y/N-ah, I’m not disappearing,” he said gently. “I’ll be back—two years, max. And Jun’s not ignoring you—he’s just swamped.”

“Yeah,” Minghao chimed in, voice calm. “He’s filming in China—crazy hours, no signal sometimes. He texted me yesterday, asking about you. He’s just busy, not gone.”

“Really?” she hiccupped, looking up, tears slowing. “He’s not mad at me?”

“No way,” Jun’s voice crackled through Minghao’s phone—he’d dialed him on speaker. “Y/N-ah, I miss you too! I’m stuck on set—sorry I’ve been MIA. I’ll call you soon, promise.”

Her lip wobbled, a fresh sob bubbling, but softer. “Okay… but you guys—” She glared at the rest, voice small. “Don’t leave me too long. I’ll die waiting.”

“We won’t,” Jeonghan said, pulling her into a hug, her face smushing against his shoulder. “We’ll bug you from the barracks—letters, calls, whatever. You’re stuck with us.”

“Yeah, we will send you selfies—bald and all,” Jeonghan teased, ruffling her hair, earning a watery laugh.

“You better,” she mumbled, clinging back, the ache easing just a bit. “I’ll miss you so much…”

“We’ll miss you too,” DK said, piling into the hug, then Hoshi, then the rest, a sweaty, teary mess of a group cuddle. “No one’s leaving you alone—ever.”

She sniffled, buried in their warmth, the heartbreak still there but softened by their promises. Jeonghan’s enlistment loomed, Jun was far, but they’d hold her together—always.

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Weeks had flown by since Lollapalooza, and now it was September 25—the night before Jeonghan’s enlistment. The group gathered for a goodbye dinner at their apartment, a chaotic spread of ramen, kimbap, and Mingyu’s home-cooked dishes. Y/N sat beside Jeonghan, clinging to him like a kid, tears streaking her face as she wailed mid-bite. “You’re leaving me here alone!” she sobbed, chopsticks trembling over her ramen. “I should just enlist too—train with you guys! I’d fight in a war just to stay with you!”

The room erupted in laughter. “You? Training?” Hoshi cackled, clutching his stomach. “You’d trip over the rifle and horanghae the enemy into surrender!”

“I’d be great!” she protested, sniffling, then slurped her ramen. “Mingyu oppa, this is so good—why are you so good at cooking?” She paused, then wailed again. “Who’s gonna cook like this when you enlist?! I’ll starve!”

“I’m not going yet!” Mingyu laughed, waving a spatula. “Calm down—I’ll leave you recipes!”

She ignored him, tears plopping into her bowl. “And Seungkwan oppa—if you get solo schedules, I’ll be alone in the apartment! I hate it—no one to talk to, just me and the walls!”

Jeonghan, mid-bite, smirked. “Huh? I’ll be home every night, you know—I’m doing public service, not barracks life.”

Y/N froze, ramen dangling from her mouth. Her tears stopped, eyes widening. “Wait—what? Really?!” She dropped her chopsticks, beaming. “Why didn’t you say that earlier?! My tears are expensive—you just let me cry like an idiot!”

“You’re always an idiot,” Seungkwan teased, smirking. “We thought you knew—public service means day shifts, home at night!”

“I didn’t!” she huffed, wiping her face, smile breaking through. “You’re the worst, Jeonghan oppa—wasting my drama!”

“You’re welcome,” Jeonghan chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Keeps things fun.”

Then her laptop pinged—Jun’s face popped up on a video call, eating on some film set in China. “Hey, Y/N-ah!” he waved, grinning. “Miss me?”

Her smile vanished, replaced by fresh sobs. “Jun oppa!” she cried, leaning into the screen. “Come home—I’m all alone now! Who’s gonna pet the cats with me? Who’s gonna laugh at my dumb jokes?!”

“I’m trying!” Jun laughed, mid-bite. “Filming’s crazy—I’ll be back soon, promise. Don’t replace me with a cat!”

“Too late,” she sniffled, half-laughing, half-crying. “You’re all leaving me—I’ll adopt ten cats and forget you!”

Dinner stretched on—Y/N oscillating between giggles and tears, the boys teasing her relentless drama. “You’re a mess,” Seungcheol said, handing her a tissue. “But we love you for it.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m not stopping,” she muttered, hugging Jeonghan again, ramen forgotten.

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Morning came fast—September 26. Some members had schedules, but Y/N insisted on riding with Jeonghan to his enlistment drop-off. In the van, she clung to his arm, pouting as the city blurred by. “No one’s gonna support my cheating on gose now,” she whined, voice wobbling. “You’re the best at sneaky plans—who’s gonna help me win?!”

“You’ll survive,” Jeonghan laughed, patting her head. “Joshua’s sneaky too—bug him.”

“It’s not the same!” she cried, burying her face in his shoulder. “I’m gonna miss you so much—you’re my menace twin!”

“I’ll miss you too, little chaos,” he said, grinning, though his eyes softened. “But I’m home—don’t cry too long.”

The van rolled up to the enlistment center—crowds milled outside, fans and press lurking. Their manager turned, stern. “Y/N-ah, stay in here—no getting out. Too many eyes.”

“Fine,” she grumbled, then lunged, hugging Jeonghan tight. “Don’t forget me, okay? Come home fast!”

“Every night,” he promised, laughing as he hugged back. “You’re stuck with me—can’t escape.” He slipped out, waving through the window, and she pressed her face to the glass, tears streaking again, half-smiling at his goofy grin. The van pulled away, and she curled up, missing him already—but knowing he’d be back tonight softened the ache, just a little.

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Months had passed since Jeonghan’s enlistment, and while he came home every night from public service, Y/N still missed his constant chaos. On schedule-free evenings, or when she was too wired to sleep, she’d perch on his bed, yapping nonstop. “So, today Seungkwan oppa tried to cook, and the kitchen smelled like burnt socks—can you believe it?” she’d ramble, sprawled across his pillows. “And Mingyu oppa laughed so hard he choked on water!”

“Y/N-ah, it’s midnight—sleep,” Jeonghan would groan, flicking her forehead. “You’ve told me five versions of this already.”

“But it’s fun!” she’d pout, then launch into another tale until he’d drag her blanket over her head, muffling her giggles.

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Now it was March 2025, and Hoshi was a walking enlistment hype machine. At concerts, he’d salute the crowd mid-dance, grinning like a fool, and during ments, he’d drop bombs. “Carats, I’m so excited to enlist soon!” he’d shout, mic raised. “Gonna serve well—wait for me, okay?” Fans cheered, but Y/N? She’d bolt across the stage, fake-high-kicking him. “Stop it, Hoshi oppa! I’ll kick you off myself!” she’d yell, chasing him as he cackled and dodged.

“You can’t stop me!” he’d taunt, saluting again. “I’m ready—tiger power in the army!”

“You’re annoying!” she’d shout back, stomping off, half-laughing, half-fuming at his glee.

Then, in the practice room that morning, everything flipped. Y/N woke to a gut punch—Pledis announced Wonwoo’s enlistment date: April 3, 2025. She shuffled in, quieter than usual, and latched onto Wonwoo like a koala, arms around his waist as he sat scrolling his phone. “Wonwoo oppa, who’s gonna teach me video games now?” she whined, chin on his shoulder. “You’re so patient—the others just yell at me when I mess up! I’ll lose every match without you!”

“You’re not that bad,” Wonwoo said, smirking faintly. “Okay, maybe you are—but I’ll leave you guides.”

“Guides won’t hug me when I die in-game!” she complained, clinging tighter. “Seungkwan oppa screams, Mingyu oppa rage-quits— you’re my calm gamer oppa!”

“You’ll live,” he chuckled, patting her head. “DK got patience… sometimes.”

Hoshi popped up from behind a water cooler, grinning like a gremlin. “Aw, Y/N-ah, you gonna cling to me too when I enlist? I’m next, you know—gonna miss your tiger oppa?”

She rolled her eyes, peeling off Wonwoo to glare. “No way, Hoshi oppa—you’re too excited about it! You keep bragging—I’ve already accepted it! I just want you to go already so you’ll stop being so annoyingly hyped!”

“Ouch!” Hoshi clutched his chest, fake-hurt. “No tears for me? I’m wounded!”

“Cry for you? Never,” she huffed, shaking her head. “You’ll salute your way out—I’ll save my tears.” Then she spun back to Wonwoo, pout returning. “Oppa, can I go to your place—you and Mingyu oppa’s apartment? I wanna borrow your PC setup before you leave. Please?”

“You don’t even play that much,” Wonwoo teased, raising an eyebrow. “You just die and blame us.”

“Exactly!” she wailed, flopping against him. “But you guys drag me into games anyway—I’m part of the team! Remember that one time I got us all killed ‘cause I pressed the wrong button? You didn’t even yell!”

“True,” Mingyu chimed in, stretching nearby. “I yelled, though—thought my controller would break.”

“See?!” she pointed at him, desperate. “You’re mean—Wonwoo oppa’s nice! Let me borrow it, please—I’ll miss you too much!”

“Fine,” Wonwoo sighed, smirking. “But if you break it, I’m haunting you from the army.”

“Deal!” she beamed, hugging him again, then deflated. “But seriously—who’s gonna carry me in games now? I’m doomed.”

“I’ll try,” Seungcheol offered, chuckling from the corner. “But I’m worse than you—don’t expect wins.”

“Great, we’ll lose forever,” she groaned, clinging to Wonwoo like he was her lifeline. Hoshi saluted her again, and she swatted at him. “Stop that—I’m sad enough!”

“You’ll survive,” Wonwoo said, voice soft, letting her hang on. “And I’ll be back—two years flies.”

“Not fast enough,” she muttered, burying her face in his shoulder, already dreading April. Jeonghan’s nightly returns were a balm, but Wonwoo’s enlistment—and Hoshi’s relentless hype—kept her heart in knots.

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an: this has been sitting in my draft for so long that I almost forgot to post it. I keep getting this request, so here it is—I hope you like it. Also, I forgot that Jeonghan wasn’t in the shooting of the Love, Money, Fame music video in Bangkok, but yeah, let’s just imagine it, HAHAHAHAHA

[hvnsinureyes]

one random bf hc you have for your fav pookies go!

warnings | mainly fluff, implied sex in anthony’s part but nothing descriptive.

author’s note | added paige bc i love her that’s my bbg!! these hcs r probably rlly random but idc <3 if i forgot someone tho sorry i’m sleepy :(

paige bueckers |

loves to leave her stuff around your place. it’s not that she’s worried that you’re bringing other ppl around and wants to scare them away, but she lovess the thought of her being around even when she’s really not. whenever she’s on away games, she knows you won’t forget about her because her toothbrush is on the counter of your sink, her fav hoodie on ur bed, uconn merch scattered around your apartment, that damn ipad charging somewhere!! and don’t get her started with those polaroids. she’ll take 50 of pictures and play hide n seek with them. you found one in your fridge once. trust and believe she’s going nowhere. you like it that way anyways.

wemby |

i saw a pic on pinterest talking abt him being an npc and lowkey, i can imagine him hitting this 🧍🏽‍♂️pose like a npc all the time. you could literally be in the bathroom, calmly doing ur makeup and he comes in, standing straight while staring down at you. no words spoken, just watching. considering he’s 7’3, it’s a bit more scary because this random french guy is basically looming over you without saying a word?? when really, he’s admiring you and thinking, “wow my gf is so pretty 🥰 i love her so much!”

luka doncic |

luka still gets shy and blushes a lot around you— you could be married to him for 10 years straight and somehow, his face still flushes bright red when you tease him, call him handsome or some random petname, hold his hand, kiss him, etc. or when ever you appear, he gets all smiley, all 32 and gums showing mind you…if you call him out on it, he’ll brush it off and act like it’s nothing. it’s not. he’s really whipped btw.

jared mccain |

lowkey a secret therapist?? he is so in tune w/ ur emotions and feelings that it confuses you sometimes. you’ll be unaware you’re acting different— maybe you place a bottle of water down harder than usual and jared’s like, “mhm, yeah, you’re having a bad day aren’t you?” how does he always know?? that’s a secret he’ll never tell *wink wink*, but anyways, he gives the best advice. he’ll sit you down, bring a bunch of blankets, snacks, hugs, and hits you with that “so what happened today? how did that make you feel? should we try some breathing exercises?” if you’re looking for comfort or want to rant instead, he’s prepared for that as well. now if you want him to be mad with you? say less cuz he’s ready to cuss somebody out too!

steph curry |

great photographer, but gives superr facebook mom vibes. if you’re on vacation and you ask him to snap a pic of you, he’s making sure he gets a good background set up, makes you do 50 different poses, and says “just like that sweetie! remember to smile! now look off into the distance! justtt like that, yep!” you can complain all you want, but steph will make sure this camera captures your all ur beauty! btw he also posts it everywhere. seriously, even in a gc with his friends, he’ll show u off all proud like, “that’s my girl y’all!! always looking good!!”

jimmy butler |

thinks he's the funniest person on earth (he is but don't tell him that bc his ego will inflate too much.) dies laughing after he says something like, "that's what she said" or a random deez nuts joke. it's never that funny but the way jimmy reacts after saying it makes it funnier than it really is. jimmy gets so proud of himself the second he makes you laugh— genuinely starts considering becoming a stand up comedian... sure, babe!

nikola jokic |

the most helpful person ever, but acts like he doesn’t want to help if that makes sense?? you’ll ask him to bring you a cup of water and he’s like, "okay... 😐" but will bring back a full cup with the right amount of ice and a slice of lemon. if you offer to do it yourself instead, he is so quick to say no!! deep down, he loves helping you in whatever way he can. so absolutely not, don’t even think about lifting a single finger. never tries to make you feel bad about it, he's just a lil sassy.

anthony edwards |

always wants a kiss!! he will literally hold you at gunpoint (not literally lmfao) until you give him one. it’s that serious. you could be late for an appointment, damn near rushing out the door, and he’ll stop you saying, “damn i can’t get no kiss goodbye? c’mere ma,” then kisses you like it’s his last day on earth. do not give in!! next thing you know, you’re making out and he’s about to carry you back to bed. go ahead and reschedule, because you’re gonna be late. even if he says, “just 5 minutes, i promise.”

austin reaves |

austin does not play about his playlists!! he has one for when he’s feeling sad, feeling good, warmup playlist, car playlist, and the one he shares with you. honestly, he’s probably more of a rock, country, and rap guy. if you have completely different taste in music than him, at first he would tolerate listening to it. now? it doesn’t matter if it’s kpop, charli xcx, or taylor swift— he’s singing along with you! can he actually sing? absolutely not, but with his country accent, it’s the cutest thing ever. as long as you ignore his voice cracks.

jj redick |

i saw a vid about how he’s a huge lego nerd and i cannot stop thinking about it!! i’m sure y’all would have lego date nights— dinner with a glass of wine while you build ridiculously intricate lego sets together. sometimes, you’ll even have competitions to see who can finish a set first (somehow he wins every time??). i feel like he’s one of those really talented people who can make anything out of random legos, so he’ll probably build a bouquet of flowers or your favorite character. a little wonky looking maybe, but it means so much because it’s from him. i know in my heart y’all have tiny lego versions of yourselves. he’ll make it into a keychain, you have jj’s and jj has yours, so that you guys are always together even when you’re apart.

[luveline]

hey jade baby if you feel up for it, i'd love some good old fashioned eddie fluff. just him and r being so dumb and lovesick would heal me 😭

hope this is OK, thank u for requesting! fem!reader, 1k

It's not often you'll allow yourself the indulgence that comes with sitting on Eddie's lap. He'd been laying there with a book open on his chest for an hour or so, foot bobbing gently to music while you got ready for bed. 

He's a one and done kind of guy, scrubbing, brushing his teeth in the shower. You take things slower. It's nice to sit at the bottom of his bed with your toner and your moisturiser, hand occasionally straying to his calf as you apply. 

When you finish, you look him over with an unrushed affection, just thinking about him. Him and you, how he makes you so, so happy. How gentle he can be. How fun. 

You climb over his lap and sit down carefully. One leg on either side of him, weight on his lap. He looks up from his book, jaw soft, hair a damp mess of curls around his head. 

"Hey," he says, smiling. 

"Hey." 

"You look very soft," he says. He raises a hand to test it out for himself, fingertips gliding down your cheek. "You are soft." 

You hum happily and lean down to rub your cheek against his. He closes his book, wrapping his arms around your back without ceremony but not without love. His arms feel strong. It's a cliche and it's true. His forearm stretched over your shoulder, his bicep muscle rigid against your side, he's steel-armed as he holds you to him, rubbing his cheek up into yours. 

"Nobody tells you about this part of getting a girlfriend." 

"Wrestling?" you joke. 

"The quiet nights. Why does nobody talk about how awesome it is to get to do nothing with someone?" 

"I guess doing nothing sounds boring." 

"We have all these photos of the places we've been but we spend way more time together. We should take a photo, could we?" 

"Yeah, we can take a photo. I think it's because we get to do this all the time, but the concerts and stuff are once in a blue moon," you say, "they're special. That's why we take loads of photos there." 

"This is special to me," he says.

You give him a soft kiss. "Me too."

"Where's the camera?" 

Eddie leans off the bed to search for the camera from the nightstand drawer. It's a kodak disposable he must've nearly filled with photos of you both together. You love getting them developed to see how many bad photos you've taken. Mistimed poses, ugly kisses, smiles in flashes so bright you can't see his nose. "You gonna kiss my cheek?" he asks. 

"I always kiss your cheek. You kiss mine," you suggest, sliding down next to him on the sheets to lay on your side. You look up at his arm as he raises the camera. 

"I like how it feels," he says. He presses his lips to your cheek. 

You try to smile nicely at the camera. Eddie presses the button. The flash blinks and blinds you, prompting a laugh as you turn your face to him and almost break his nose. 

Eddie gives you a second kiss for your bravery. "We need another one."

"What for?" 

"For me. 'Cos I want it."

You wrap a hand around his neck, smushing your cheeks together. "We do look nice together." 

Eddie readjusts his face by yours. You can feel the moment he smiles, his hair tickling your neck. His free hand looks for yours and you twine your fingers together. Like his arms, his hands are firm, strong. Smooth palms, callused fingertips from obsessive guitar playing for days at a time, his thumb the same, but always really gentle as he strokes over the ridges of your knuckles. He holds your hand and you know you're with someone who loves you.

"Say cheese," he says. 

You smile with teeth. Eddie does the same. 

"Ugly one?" he asks. 

"I think I just took one." 

He grabs your face and pulls it to his lips, nose tip bent and lips eager to put your statement to bed. "Never," he says, kissing the same spot, two, three times in a row. "You can't take an ugly photo. S'impossible." 

You relax into his touch and let yourself be kissed. "What are we gonna do for the ugly one?" you ask. 

"Finish big. Tongues out, for sure." 

He sticks out his tongue, you put up bunny ears behind his head, and you're having so much fun you don't realise the pages of his paperback getting crushed between you both until Eddie's trying to nose at your neck and a thick tearing sound rings like a bang. 

"Oh, shit," you say, trying to gauge his reaction.

"Can't be helped," he decides, grabbing the book and setting it on the nightstand with the camera, turning a blind eye to the cover as it flops onto the floor. "Come here, I haven't kissed you all day." 

"You kissed me ten seconds ago," you say, soft, knowing exactly what kind of stunt he's about to pull.

"It feels like days," he says, in the tone of someone who knows he's being cheesily romantic, rolling in bed so he can rest his chest on top of yours. 

His hair blocks the light, and his face takes up your entire view. Your hand climbs up his chest slowly, riding the curve of his shoulder to his neck, your index finger tapping his jaw. 

When you're with him like this, you feel just like he said he feels. All these quiet moments are special. More so when he drops down to give you a kiss, holding your face in two loving hands.

[deansbeer]

gimme some beau x youngergf headcanons? the soft stuff the comforting and all if you have any? 🥺🥺

this one is for u my beautiful mahi <3 but also thank u for requesting bc i missed him !! & i wrote this as soon as i woke up and saw ur ask <3 i hope u love it, sweet pea!

beau's a protector by nature — not just physically, though he's always quick to step in if someone's giving you a hard time — but emotionally too. he watches you without hovering, listens without interrupting, and always knows when to pull you into his arms and just hold you.

he doesn't make a big deal out of the age gap — not because he doesn't know it’s there, but because you make him feel young again. not in a reckless way, but in a hopeful way. like the future still holds good things. like he's allowed to have softness after everything.

still, sometimes he gets quiet when you talk about things he doesn't understand — trends, songs, apps, little pop culture references that go over his head — and you can see it in his eyes when he's wondering if he's too out of touch for you. you always reach for his hand when that happens. remind him you like him, not how online he is.

he keeps pictures of you in his phone — not posed, not selfies — just little moments he catches when you’re not looking. reading on his couch. laughing at something on your phone. curled up in his flannel. he looks at them when he's having a hard day at the station.

and you worry about him too — more than he realizes. he’s always throwing himself into things, always trying to carry more than he should. you've seen the way he comes home with his jaw tight, like he’s trying not to let it all in. you learned early on to greet him at the door with a hug and a quiet you don't have to talk about it right now — and how sometimes, that's all he needs.

he's touchy in the way older men sometimes are. not performative, not clingy — just steady. a hand on your lower back when you walk into a room. his thumb brushing over your knuckles when you’re driving somewhere. his palm warm and wide on your thigh when you're watching tv, like he needs to know you’re real.

he's not afraid to say he loves you — but the first time he said it, it came out like it surprised him. like he hadn't meant to say it right then, but it slipped out because you were laughing at something dumb he said while cooking, and you looked at him like he hung the damn moon. and he just… blurted it. “i love you.” like it was the most obvious truth in the world.

sometimes he gets insecure about the past — not your past, but his. being married, having a daughter, the life he lived before you. he worries it’s too much baggage. too heavy. you told him once, curled into his side, that you never expected him to be new. just honest.

and he is. painfully so, sometimes. he tells you when he’s scared. when he's tired. when he has nightmares about people he couldn’t save. when he feels like he's failing emily, or that he’s not showing up for cassie the way he should. you don't always have the answers, but you never make him feel like he has to be anything but human.

he tries to give you space to be young. not in a condescending way — he doesn’t treat you like a kid — but in a protective, quiet kind of way. he encourages you to go out with friends, to take trips, to live big. and when you come home to him, cheeks flushed and stories spilling out of you like sunlight, he listens like it's the best part of his day.

but still — sometimes he worries he can't give you the kind of future you deserve. he doesn't say it out loud often, but you feel it in the way he hesitates when you talk about long-term plans. you've had to pull him into bed more than once and remind him that being with you now is enough. that you’re choosing each other — every day, every season, every storm.

he’s got this way of grounding you when you’re spiraling. not with advice, not with fixes — just with presence. he'll pull you into his lap, wrap his arms around you, and rest his chin on your shoulder. “i've got you, baby.” he'll say. not it’ll be okay. not calm down. just — I've got you. and somehow, that’s always enough.

he lets you cry. really cry. the kind where your whole body shakes and your breath comes in gasps. he doesn't ask you to explain. he just rubs your back and presses kisses to your hair and tells you he’s not going anywhere.

you've seen him cry too — once, after a long day where everything went wrong. he came home, sat on the edge of the bed, and just… broke down. you didn’t say anything. just knelt in front of him, held his hands, and let him fall apart. afterward, he kissed your forehead and whispered, “i don't know what i did to deserve you.”

he calls you darlin' more than your name. it rolls off his tongue soft and warm, especially when you're tired or quiet or needing a little extra care. sometimes he says it without even thinking — like it’s a reflex. like your name lives in his mouth, but darlin' lives in his heart.

you spend quiet sunday mornings wrapped in his arms, both of you half-asleep, the coffee still brewing in the kitchen. he'll press lazy kisses to your shoulder and murmur things like stay a little longer or don’t need to go anywhere yet. and you never argue.

he keeps his badge in a drawer at home — not out of shame, but because he doesn't want it to define every corner of his life. you once asked him what makes him feel like himself when he's not being sheriff. he looked at you, blinked, and said, “you.”

sometimes you think about how different your lives were before each other. how he came to montana to start over, and how you were just… living. figuring things out. and now you’ve found this little space in between — a shared life made of mismatched mugs, thrifted blankets, and sleepy kisses before he leaves for work.

and yeah, maybe it's not perfect. maybe it's a little complicated. but it’s yours. and he never lets you forget that.

[newttxt]

hi quip! i really like your one piece comics and i am curious how you do them! i'm not good at comics and want to be better at drawing them! how do you learn how to make comics?

thank you!

uh oh... im afraid u have caught me at the perfect crossroad of "bored at work" and "unrelated task ive been meaning to do but keep putting off."

this is long. i hope you like reading (and grayscale progress pics). and of course!!! disclaimer before we begin that this is just how I, personally draw comics. there is no "right way."

quip's comic-making process!

Switching my typing to make this more legible...

My process can kinda be broken down into 6 steps:

Brainstorming

Thumbnailing

Sketching

Panels & Text

Lines

Tones/Colors

1. Brainstorming

My brain is a leaky sieve on a good day, so I sloppily jot down ideas in my phone notes the moment I have them. This helps me when it's time to draw too, because if I feel art blocked, I can look through old concepts and see what catches my interest.

Otherwise, I love drawing for other people's writing. :) And if worst comes to worst, doing manga/comic page redraws in my style teaches me new things every time.

Once I have my idea, I'll usually make a bulletpoint list of "plot points" or "story beats" I want. Then I plan the comic with this format that I've adapted from a tutorial I read once. I'm going to use my most recent comic (original comic post) as an example.

I start in the third column, writing notes of what I'd want to see in each panel. I also include the dialogue (in this case, I didn't have to write the dialogue! it's from the fanfic linked in the original comic post!). I usually write the whole name like [Luffy:], but at this point I've drawn so much of these guys, just the first letter works.

I like to handwrite these notes to get an idea for how much text I'm putting in a single panel.

After I describe all the panels, I go back and separate them into pages. I can't tell you how to know how many panels to a page. It's whatever works for you. I just kinda know about how big each panel will be, and so I can feel when I'm probably running out of space. (Also. You can change things later. I don't in this example, but I add/drop pages/panels all the time.)

2. Thumbnailing

Thumbnailing—as the name suggests—should be done tiny. Too tiny to accidentally get sucked into details.

This is about marking down blobs where items/characters go, and figuring out the paneling. I'll draw and redraw these a bunch of times too.

This is also the most time-consuming/brain-working part for me. If I were in a zine that did progress percentage, I'd try to finish thumbnailing around the 50% mark (but I'm also a moderately fast artist, so your mileage may vary).

I think the terrible quality makes them charming, actually. I really like how silly they look. :')))

I will add, when you draw your "page" rectangle, make sure it's the same proportions as your actual canvas for the final image. You want an accurate idea of how much space each panel will take up, especially if you have a lot of text.

3. Sketching

This is my most recent change to my usual workflow, and it's saving me a lot of time. I make my thumbnails a bit bigger (each one about half the size of the final canvas), and I sketch these basic body forms right over them.

It just helps give me placement for my actual lines!

I usually draw these in a paleish color so I can lower the opacity and not get distracted by them while lining. The random darker parts are to either help keep two forms separate (like when two characters have their limbs all over) or to better define sections that were too sloppy/poorly proportioned.

I also think this helps my poses stay looser, because I have more dramatic/wriggly shapes that aren't too bogged down by proportions yet.

Sidenote: I CANNOT show this here, but sometimes this is when I take videos. Of myself. I prop my phone camera up and shoot a video of me acting each panel. :/// It looks really dumb, but it also shows me fun body language ideas like hand gestures, expressions, weight distribution, etc. Just pretend you're an overdramatic cartoon character, and try not to worry about your roommates or mother walking in on you doing odd things. (You can also use the video for anatomy reference later, but I usually just capture the vibe and don't try to copy the actual video frame.)

4. Panels & Text

Oh, boy. So, the panels are usually just straight lines (though it's fun to make creative exceptions, like a round panel to mimic looking through a spyglass), but there are some fancy rules that I don't strictly adhere to.

I believe (I have no technical training in this. Take everything I say with a grain of salt) the vertical gaps (between two side-by-side panels) should all be a consistent width and the horizontal gaps (between two panels on top of each other) should be another. The vertical ones? Should be thinner? Because you want the eye to easily glide between them, whereas the horizontal gaps should be a visual barrier to keep you from jumping ahead. Just something I've vaguely noticed.

There are lots of fun "default layouts" you can look up. Or keep it a consistent grid. I think it's fun to sometimes have characters/objects sticking out of panels and overlapping others. This is just a matter of taste, creativity, and inspiration. (Read Witch Hat Atelier... It has some of my favorite paneling...)

You may also notice I have already done the speech bubbles. This is, to me, a crucial step. This helps me catch early if I don't have enough room for all the words. It also lets me plan the art in each panel with the speech bubbles in mind. There's nothing worse than working really hard on a panel, and then you realize there's no room for the bubbles.

I also try to lay them out in a way that guides the eye! Even without art, can people tell where to go next? Better yet, if I want people to look at panels out of order (aka not left to right, in my case), can I use the speech bubble path to make them? Here's just a vague example of what I mean.

As an added bonus, doing speech bubbles early also allows me to be lazy! :) Ignore the comic; I'm not supposed to post it yet oops,, There's a whole lot of drawing to do on each comic page, and I am not wasting my time on stuff that will be covered up. So yes, if I hide my bubbles, there are a lot of unfinished lines trailing off into nothing. (As a bonus, if there's a part of a character you're struggling with—and it won't look weird to do so—you can move speech bubbles to just hide the problem area yayyy)

Making the actual bubbles could be their own whole tutorial, tbh, but there are some general guidelines I use.

Zoom out when you choose your font size. You want to know how it will look to the average reader, so it isn't super teeny tiny or way too big. You generally want to keep the same text size for all your pages/bubbles.

When I draw bubbles, I try to size them about one vertical letter height (and some change) around the words [left side]. This isn't always the case though, because humorously large or funny shaped text bubbles can convey different feelings [right side].

On Procreate, I set my bubble lines to Reference and just drag-and-drop the white fill on a separate layer below the lines. (Remember to turn Reference back off again when you're done, or your fill bucket won't work right when you're drawing.)

To get the white outlines I use to keep the bubbles from cluttering up the art, I literally just Gaussian blur an all-white copy of the lines + fills... and then I copy and merge it 5 times until it's opaque enough. This is a terrible way to do it, but it works for me. :')

5. Lines

This is the part that I can't tell you how to do. I literally just. Draw right over my wacky sketched body forms. Boom. Comic drawn.

I'll make three suggestions:

Don't focus on making every panel perfect. Give a little extra love to big ones or ones you want people to linger on. Otherwise, know that people are typically speeding through the art. It's way more important to focus on storytelling than art technique. In my opinion, a good story that's told well will always be better than a beautiful one told poorly. (Some comics are beautiful AND well-written... Alas, I am just a hobbyist who needs to get the ideas out of my head at top speed.)

Put your background lines on a different layer. Put your foreground lines on a different layer too, if you have those. Basically, I try to keep the main part of each panel (usually a character or object) on my lines layer so I can erase background/foreground/etc lines to ensure clarity/focus.

You can make background lines lighter colors too. I have too many numbers sorry. (1) Background. The stuff that's farthest away. Lightest lines. Few details; more focused on shapes and the suggestion of a background (I'm not good at backgrounds). (2) Midground. Same distance away as the characters are. Lines can be black. (3) Also midground, and also the same distance away. But they're very detailed, so I lighten them so they aren't so distracting. (4) The characters. Black lines for focus. For people who haven't seen the comic, I swear they are just hugging. This is SFW. D:

6. Tones/Colors

Do not. Do NOT ask me. I don't understand colors. I hate working with them, but I try because I want to improve. I hate doing anything beyond the simplest grayscale shading. Please go elsewhere for your coloring/tone advice. This is how my color picker looks 95% of the time. I have pre-set "percentages" of black that I got by lowering the opacity of a black layer and just color picking it. I don't even know the exact percentages I used. Good luck out there. Be better than me.

7. Sharing

This is a bonus step that I didn't mention earlier, but it's actually the most important of all of them.

You need a friend. Or maybe a groupchat or discord. A family member or coworker if you're really close like that. I don't know.

Find SOMEWHERE you can spam wips and be cheered on. Drawing comics takes a while, especially if you're trying to tell longer stories than I'd dare to attempt. If I don't force someone to praise me for every line I draw, I shrivel up and die.

Also if and when you post online, add alt text. I'll admit I'm the first person to complain and drag my feet on this, and I literally use a screenreader myself when my eyes hurt (strong prescription glasses wearer). Comics should be accessible, because stories are fun and everyone should be able to enjoy them.

***

Learning???

And I guess lastly, how do you learn to make comics? Two steps: 1) read them and 2) make them. This is the tragedy of creating things.

1) Reading them: I grew up reading comic strips, western serialized comics, and webcomics. I've always loved graphic novels too. Then in late middle school, I started reading manga (Death Note and Haikyuu were my first two), and now I'm trying to read more webtoons (sorry im so slow bree)!

I also... mass-consume doujinshi, thanks to proxy mailing services and bilingual friends/Google Translate/knowing some Korean. (I have an entire bookshelf of doujin, actually,,)

The thing is, it's not usually enough to just read comics. You also need to be thinking. :/ I notice paneling, comic devices, clever comedic timing, etc. as I go. It's just a lot of studying/learning while also enjoying the story.

2) Making them: You just have to start. :( Even if you think they're "bad." My first comics were actually just drawings placed randomly all over the page, connected by speech bubbles (yay... I was already practicing how to place bubbles to lead the eye around the page...). I was going to post a pic here, but I'm a coward. Backscroll my account and you can find some older ones though.

I also know my art in general improved dramatically when I did ten comics in ten weeks for my friend's fic. Don't do this. It hurt my hands/wrists. But do practice in moderation.

***

If you actually read all that... I hope it made even a modicum of sense. And maybe it was even helpful? Just know at the end of the day, there is literally no right way to draw a comic.

And if you aren't ready to go for it yet, you can start by just adding a couple speech bubbles to your illustrations or doodles! It's a way to add storytelling and dialogue writing to things you may already be making.

Yay. I love comics. :))))

[the-mountain-flower]

Happy Day 1 of @crustables-fanart-week! Here's a little ficlet:

Day 2: Robot

(Yeah so I wasn't able to put as much effort into this one as I can with my others because my meds didn't work as intended and long story short while I'm not feeling nearly as shitty as I would be without said meds, I'm still in a place where I'm just going "fuck it, I really wanna post it today but I really do not have the energy to polish it so here's the barely-edited first draft" anyways here u go)

Dainix had plenty of experience taking down ancient war machines. That became very obvious almost immediately during their trek towards inland Helm.

Erin had predicted (and they all hoped) that because of the ancient, rusted and broken-down status of al the machinery on Helm, the automatons wouldn’t pose too much of a problem to them. But of course they couldn’t have even that bit of good luck.

“How is this one even still moving?!” Falst asked in disbelief. “It’s practically all rust at this point!”

Dainix removed his spear from head of the elephant-sized automaton, having dealt the final blow that rendered it immobile. “Any of these can keep moving if the interior mechanics are still intact. I’m more impressed that the outer layers didn’t fall apart a long time ago.”

As if on cue, a sizeable chunk of metal broke off of the downed machine at the very second Dainix

The Ravvan gestured toward the broken area, and the frankly impressive interior workings it exposed, “case in point. We should probably dismantle it more thoroughly just to be safe.”

Falst looked doubtfully at the automaton. “I don’t think this one’s getting back up anytime soon.”

“You’d be surprised. Plus, some of them have sizeable backup power that could kick in at any point.”

“Taking this apart it is, then.”

It didn’t take long to find the central workings, and taking them apart was just a matter of pulling stuff out without getting their hands stuck in the gears. Bits and pieces would get shaken loose and fall to the stone by their feet. One of these small pieces caught Falst’s attention, and he stepped back down to pick it up.

“What is it?” Dainix asked.

“Not sure.” Falst pursed his lips, inspecting the small, gray rivet that easily fit between his fingertips. He turned toward Dainix, holding the piece up, “does this look oddly familiar to you?”

Dainix stepped down to come closer and take a closer look at the part. He looked at it in confusion for a second, then his face lit up with recognition. “Maybe because of this?” He pulled out the necklace he always wore from underneath his cloak, one of the beads a similarly-colored rivet.

“Huh,” Falst held up the rivet in his hand to the one Dainix’s necklace. “Almost identical. Cool.”

“Makes sense. I got this one from another Ancient automaton my team took down.”

“Memento from home?”

“Yeah...” Dainix’s voice was heavy with nostalgia.

Falst looked up to meet Dainix’s gaze. It was then that he realized just how close together they were standing.

Trying to ignore the sudden rise in temperature in his face, Falst shoved the rivet he’d picked up into one of his pockets and backed away. “Anyway,” he tried to make his voice steady, “think that’s good enough to keep it from causing more troubles?”

Dainix gave the automaton a final once-over. “Should be. Let’s go back to the others.”

Later on, Falst would reach into one of his pockets for something, and brush up against the metal rivet, the first time he realized he still had it. He never brought it up with anyone, but decided there was no harm in keeping it.

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Remember to drink water, eat food, take your meds (if applicable), and get enough sleep. Love you all, and have a great [insert time here]! <3

[reinbouxsworld]

Hi! I really love your art! It’s been a huge inspiration to me and a motivation to finally sit down and learn to draw. Care to spare any tips for a beginner? 🥹

What would you describe your art style as? And what’s your usual process? Any favorite brushes?

I hope one day I’ll be able to be as good at drawing as you are ❤️

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FIRST OF IM SO HAPPY YOU STARTED!!!!😭😭😭😭 AND IM SO HONORED TOO???!!!!!

(I'm sorry it took me a while to properly answer!!! I wanted to give the best advice I could sooo…there's a lot of stuff in here, so everything is under the cut + some links)

1. style

I usually describe my style as semi realistic, though I felt like I've been stylizing a little bit more lately (mostly in hair). But it is usually a normal thing to happen! Since you starting, Im going to assume you are looking for your artstyle too! Honestly is really easy to get catch up on that, but keep you options open!!!

aidairo yuto sano demianasche

These are some of my main style references, (I tried to keep some akin like poses to show the difference).

Each of them is on a part of the “stylized - semi realistic - realism” specter, and even though the later still is very close to semi realism, you can see that they differ a lot from each other.

If I can say anything about an “artstyle”, is that is just how you like to draw some stuff. Once you're studying art, some things will come off naturally as more appealing than others! That's how you end up with your very own style.

(I like A LOT this video of Shay (sketches of shay) on this topic, is basically everything I could say and a little bit more💜)

But to resume a bit: LEARN THE FUNDAMENTALS!!!! You will develop your style naturally once you understan how shapes, forms and linework connect

2. my process

I had to film a timelapse for this cause I keep turning it off to save space yay!

I cannot stress this enough but ALWAYS HAVE A REFERENCE!!!!!! REFERENCES ARE FRIENDS AND FOOD. EAT THEM UP. U BRAIN WILL THANK U LATER.

I usually keep them on a pop up window or on the left corner of my screen, so I can always reference back and forth while I draw.

(Some good tips on reference here and here)

If i could resume my process it would be references < sketching < clean up < coloring < detailing.

I don't usually do line art, just clean and refine my sketch on its own layer. Much like you would do on paper, except if I'm working on commissions, but that's another thing.

Also, my painting changed a lot over the months, but I centered my studies around this and this. I like using a base color (either beige or purple) so the colors blend more easily, it really depends on the vibe I'm going for the colors, for example, if I'm doing a darker art, I'm going for a grayish blue, if I'm going for a sunny environment I put the base under a warm beige. It goes a little bit into color theory (I learned it on a "for dummies" video so I can't explain it fully, I'm sorry)

I like to keep my layers as minimal as possible, but that's just a personal preference. When I started, I used to do a layer for everything until I gained some confidence in my brushstrokes but I think that's something that goes from artist to artist so work on what's better for you!!!

3. brushes

I also keep them as simple as I can. To sketch I like using brushes that have a pencil like texture? Anything with a little noise is a go-to for me. Also for rendering i mainly use the basic ones that come with most programs, except the one called “yeeee” that I downloaded somewhere (I can't remember it for nothing, but it's just a round brush with less opacity in the corners), and the “THE render brush” from clip studio that I use to blend here and there. The one marked with * is the one I use whenever I'm going crazy on rendering the hair with is from a really old sakimichan brush pack but is still very handy (tho I think anything with a slight "hair" texture would do the job too).

I recommend u AGAIN to found what's the best for you. What I think is the most important is to not depend 100% upon some brush.

I think is this 🥺

If there's anything specific you want me to tell don't be shy to ask!!! I will so my best to answer!

AND DON'T GIVE UP!!!!! ART IS A KNOWLEDGE THAT TAKES TIME AND PRACTICE!!!!!! YOURE DOING GREAT AS LONG AS YOU KEEP GOING!

[pumpkinbxtch]

HI! I don’t know if ur taking recs,but I would wanna rec a fem!model!reader x frank zhang :3 extra points if she’s a daughter of hades.

the fic can be anything,all the power to u<3 maybe like just a cuddle sesh after a shoot?? I just wanna see a frank fic that’s not hcs cus no one writes him :((

u don’t have to do this ask if u don’t wanna :33 great writing!! have a great day/night <3🤍💗 :3

my cover girl

— frank zhang x daughter of hades!model!fem!reader

warnings: none, just too much fluff

.a/n: hiii always is a pleasure to write for Frank, he's soo ugh. Ilovehimmmm. Thank you and have a good night/ day

The flashes were partially blinding him, but he didn't care. He couldn't and didn't want to take his eyes off you, his beautiful, precious, and talented girlfriend.

— Simply dazzling!— the photographer said once another flash went off, voicing Frank's thoughts. He hugged your coat to his chest and couldn't help but smile when your eyes glanced at him for a microsecond.

The assistant brought him a chair, but he rejected it like before. He was just too lost in the way you moved for his mind to think about any kind of fatigue, but he imagined yours. For a little over an hour, you had been doing poses that he couldn't even achieve with all the training from Camp Jupiter. He watched the way your muscles tensed and your legs stretched, how your toes supported your weight, not to mention that you were only leaning on those heels.

He was relieved to know he had a box of ointments and medications especially for you in the glove compartment of his car, but what caught his attention the most were the microexpressions that only he could notice in you, the way your brow trembled between each photo, fighting not to frown. That's when Frank knew that beyond any physical fatigue, your social battery was less than half, as a daughter of Hades, you had some well-defined characteristics besides the intriguing beauty you possessed.

— One more! — the photographer shouted, and Frank eagerly stepped forward to greet you, ready to scoop you up in his arms to the car.

For your last photo, you turned your back to the camera and looked over your shoulder, searching for a point to focus on, and of course, that was your boyfriend.

Flash! It was as if another arrow had pierced Frank's heart for you. A few meters away, the assistant suppressed giggles at the stupid way Frank still smiled at you while you were already heading to your dressing room to change, and it was only a few minutes that he had to wait to see you return in much more comfortable and loose clothes, just as you liked after a session. He watched you drag your feet while a pout appeared on your face with each step you took towards him.

— There you are... — Frank sang, opening his arms, and you jumped into them to be enveloped and given that bear hug you loved. His cologne was soothing to your tired senses, almost like a lullaby, and he understood it by the way your weight leaned almost entirely on his chest.

The journey back home was like almost every time you returned from a session. Frank drove with the music barely audible, the heating on to give you some air, and you nestled in the back with a teddy bear that you had bought wich you insisted to Frank that it looked just like him when he turned into a bear, although in his opinion, he thought he simply looked like any other bear, but the thought that you could recognize him in any shape or way warmed his heart.

—Come here — Frank said, opening the back door once they had arrived. You rose slowly, but his hands climbed up your legs to lift you, and the only time you touched the floor was when he sat you on the edge of his bed. You looked at him for a few more seconds in silence while he took out some provisions and left them in their place.

— Frank —His head was buried in the refrigerator, probably inspecting what other supplies were missing.

—Frank....— You tried again, and your weak voice made him sit up a little so quickly that he did it before pulling his head out, causing him to hit the appliance. You only heard the thud.

—Yes?— He peeked out while rubbing his head, and you smiled. You didn't say anything else, just opened your arms.

Sometimes he found it hard to read you. Taking care of you as you did of him was important to him, so he always took the time to look into everything, while for you, although you appreciated that, some days all you wanted was... him, and he often forgot that because he never thought you would prefer to lie down with him rather than enjoy some delicious food or have him do all the cleaning alone. As he walked towards you, he felt his cheeks tingling.

— Sorry, it wasn't my intention to forget you— For you, it wasn't like that, in fact, it was quite the opposite, but you just kept your arms open with a sleepy smile that almost made Frank blink slower. He bent down to be at chest level with you, and with his arms wrapped around your waist to lift you so that both of you could fit on the mattress. Unlike other days, you wanted to settle into his arms facing each other, and his stomach churned as he was able to smell those expensive fragrances that suited you so well.

—You're the best — you whispered, your eyes struggling to stay open, and your well-manicured hand caressed his cheek. He had won you over, nothing could be better than cherishing your affection, but if things could be better, it was with that.

—No, you're the best.— he cooed as he gently traced the features of your nose with his finger, causing you to close your eyes. When you smiled slightly, gradually falling asleep, he gave you a soft kiss and held you to his chest until he had the same need to close his eyes.

[tyunn1ngz]

not sure if u write for transmasc reader but imagine one of the boys worshipping you and fucking you senseless while telling you that ur their good boy (+ whatever dynamic bc im a sucker for couple dynamics 😋)

im nonbinary w bad dysphoria days and love being called a boy as well as everything else i write of course i will talk abt this happy pride month to my fellas i love u so so much!!!!!!!!!! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

taking my default route of making this abt kai but despite biased i can also just very much see him in this kind of role </3 (who else literally cried over sk8r boi cover and hearing ‘tough luck that boy’s mine now’ bc i did LOL)

kai who loves his pretty boy more than anything on this earth, who looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky yourself, who just can’t believe his luck because someone as lovely as you wants to be with him. he doesn’t realise how lucky you are to have him just as much! :((

kai who is so gentle when it comes to exploring your body, so tender with how he touches and always wary about where you would want him to touch. always wanting to undress you, every inch of exposed skin so so stunning to him— but if you need anything left on he’ll work his way around it to make you feel good anyway. (ex. will let you hump against him in just your underwear til you shake and cum on him, and he doesn’t even ask for anything back :((( just so enamoured w wanting u to have experiences with unadultered pleasure because you deserve it as much as anyone else)

kai who asks you to let him eat you out, sometimes posing it as ‘sucking you off’ just to make you breathe a little harder. kai who’s so enthusiastic as he gives you head, holding your hands and moaning into your cunt because fuck, you taste so good. your voice sounds so hot, you’re so hot. the prettiest boy he’s ever fucking seen.

kai who pushes his cock inside with the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard, hands gripping at any part of you he could possibly grab at as he shakes and trembles. so needy and already breaking apart at the seams just seeing how fucked out you get from having him inside you.

kai who loses his control and starts fucking you with reckless abandon once he realises you can take it. and fuck do you take it, you take it better than anyone. such a good boy, his good boy.

nothing in kai’s head but ‘mine, mine, mine’ as he rails into you, panting into your mouth and pawing at your chest if you’ll let him. so possessive because he knows to thank his lucky stars every night, and even just the amount of trust you have in him brings him so much closer to the edge. not that he’d ever admit that, scared that him making a deal out of it would even remotely spook you.

‘so beautiful, so perfect. perfect boy for me, nobody compares. my good boy— ah! takes me so well. my pretty boyfriend. love you so much. feels so good, love you, love you, wanna feel you cum. need it.’ he’ll babble, a hand between your thighs to help you over the edge of your orgasm as he thumbs at your clit, or sometimes even calling it your cock just to see how you’ll react :3c

expect your legs to be out of commission by the end of the night, but it’s okay because he just beams at you, flushed cheeks scrunching up with his smile as he pratically throws you over his shoulder.

‘you’re my pretty prince to carry everywhere anyway.’

got a little out of hand w this one … hope u like it ! AHAHAHA

[tokyo-1842]

Hiii!! I'm not sure if you ever watched Demon Slayer but could you write a oneshot with a fem! reader who acts like Inosuke? Like they're very chaotic and feral, has no filter and personal space is nonexistent in her world,, Also could you pair her with Usopp? Since she loves to fight and isn't reall afraid of anything, Usopp will often cling to her during fights or when they arrive on a new island. And reader has a huge ego so she takes this as him recognizing her grand prowess 🤭

(ANYTHING FOR U BEYONCÉ😌)

Usopp x F!Reader

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Usopp x F!Reader who acts like inosuke!, can be seen as platonic or not🙏, flufff, thas allll)

(I MADE THESE HC AND SOME SCENARIOS BC IDK WHAT STORY LINE TO DO SORRY😭)

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- When everyone first met you Usopp admired your bravery

- But LOWKEY you scared him.

- He avoided you at first because one small thing could tick you off

- Like the food could taste good and you would just lose your shit and he’d be so horrified😭

- Your his number one human shield

- Deploys you into battle like some soilder

- Sometimes gets made fun of by Sanji for having a girl protect him

- Asks u to train him when he gets comfortable enough

- Scary forest? You’re coming with him! Infiltration of a marine base? You’re coming with!

- Had a nightmare about you once

- Does your hair since it gets messy from your random out burst

- Cleans ur swords with you :) after he convinces u not to bite him😭

- (uses you as fish bait💀)

- Is intimidated bc of how u don’t understand personal space at first

- but then he gets used to it😭

- Has to cover your mouth when lying bc you’ll just blurt out the truth

- Gets you a scratching post so you stop ripping up furniture

SCENARIO -

“Of course I know where we are going! I the great captain Usopp would never miss lead my crew!” The sniper boasted. “Robin said to go to left of the ship, I see a town over there.” You said, squatting on a tree branch on top of Usopp. “These Woods also have some wild animals, WOULDNT it be dangerous to stay?” You asked with sass. “Im the bravest of all! I face every danger head on!” He said posing with pride.(flexing his non existent muscles💀)

You threw a rock behind Usopp while his guard was down and it made a snap sound.

“MONSTERRR!!!” The sniper yelled and jump at heights you weren’t even sure humans could reach. He then landed on you. “PROTECT ME Y/N!”

“So much for brave”

Crack!

The branch snapped and you both fell to the floor.

“eheh..I was just…testing you…” He muttered.

SCENARIO 2-

“Usopp, Y/N! What do you think of this dress!” Nami shouted from across the deck. Usopp whispered in your ear : “It makes her look like seaweed…” then backs up and yells “It’s a nice shade of green!” “What do you think Y/N!” You pause. “It makes you look fa-“ Usopp covered your mouth. “WHAT WAS THAT!?” The navigator yelled. “NOTHING!” The sniper replied quickly.

“YOU SAID THE DRESS MAKES ME LOOK FAT!?” You then bite Usopp’s hand. “YOUCH” “USOPP ALSO SAID IT MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE SEAWEED!” “I’ll give you a five second head start…” Nami said.

“I’ll give you 3.” Sanji said from behind you two. “Expect for you Y/N-SWAN!~~”

“PROTECT MEEEEEEEEEEEE!” The sniper clung onto you as were his last hope.

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SORRY I DIDNT MAKE IT LIKE A ONE SHOT I JUST HAD IDEA FOR PLOT BUT U CAN REQUEST THIS AGAIN WITH A STORY OF UR CHOOSING IF U LIKE ANNON-SWAN

should I call annon’s that or no😭

some gifs :)

HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT REQUEST ANYTIME :3

[rorywritesjunk]

pt 1

The kids were in bed and Buggy decided to stay with them for the night. He hated the idea of going back to their ship without them, having another lonely night without the kids making noise or Sunny sleeping next to him. Endured it in prison and on the ship already. He wouldn't go another night.

Sunny wasn't upstairs when he came out of the kids room after making sure they were asleep. He checked everywhere with no luck, but the soft glow coming downstairs caught his eye. Right, she mentioned fixing his coat. Was there something wrong with it?

He went downstairs, pausing when he saw her fixing a cuff, some buttons, and taking care of a weak spot in the material. He stood and watched her for a moment, not wanting to interrupt, but she stood up suddenly, holding the jacket out to him.

"I need to see it on you."

"How did you know I was standing there?!" He asked as she approached him holding the coat out. He let her put it on, slipping his arms through the sleeves as she pulled it onto his shoulders.

Sunny looked at him amused as she smoothed the fabric out on his shoulders. "You're my husband. I'm used to you staring at me when I'm doing things."

Oh, she did say husband. Maybe... She wasn't mad? Maybe Buggy was jumping to conclusions about them? Maybe they were okay?

She looked him over as she circled him, making sure the cuff looked right, that the buttons were secured, and that the weak spot had strengthened. She took a step back, looking him up and down as she put her hands on her hips.

"Yea, okay. That looks good."

"Well, of course it looks good!" Buggy said, striking a pose for her and winking. "My wife is the best tailor in all the seas and she's married to the Captain Buggy after all!"

"You can be as cute as you want, I'm still mad." She said as she stepped forward to inspect one of the buttons she didn't fix yet. "I'm glad you're home and safe, but I'm mad that you did something dumb like that."

He deflated a little bit but straightened back up. "As you say, I'm home and safe, that must count for something!" He grabbed her hands, clasping them in his. "No divorce, right?"

"After 15 years you think I'm divorcing your silly ass?" She asked, eyebrow arched as she buttoned up the jacket on him. "Who else would marry you?"

"Oh, that's mean." Buggy sighed. "But true."

"Very." Sunny said as she stepped back from him to look him over again. "Looks like it fits. I think you lost some weight but that's to be expected. I just need to fix one more button and I want to make sure the lining is good. Should be done this week."

"This week?"

"Well, I'm not leaving Benji on short notice. He can have me until the end of the week to fulfil orders." Sunny told him as she stepped forward to unbutton the coat. "I'm mad at you but I'm glad you're home safe, okay? Seeing you was a shock. The kids have been asking when they'd see daddy again and I keep having to tell them soon. Now that you're here, no more stupid shit, please."

"Of course!" Buggy nodded. "On my honor as a pirate! No more stupid shit!" He threw his arms around her, crushing her against his chest before he peppered kisses over her face. She let him have a moment before pulling away from him.

"Listen, Buggy, I didn't stay on the ship after your arrest because... It was too painful to be there without you." Sunny told him as he reached out for her once again. "And the kids were upset, because when the kids went down for their nap that day, you were still around and when they woke up they had to learn daddy would be away for a while. No goodbye hugs or anything."

"B-But I'm back now! I won't get arrested again, Sunny babe, I promise!"

"Uh huh." Sunny started to slide the coat off him. "You say that now..."

"Buggy the Clown will not be arrested again, I swear on my ship!" Buggy insisted. Sunny looked up, eyebrow raised as he helped slip the coat off so she could hang it up. "...on my life?"

"Better." Sunny retorted. "I love you but don't you ever do something like that again, understand? Listen to your wife when she tells you something may be a bad idea, got it?"

Buggy wanted to ask what the consequences could be if he didn't listen, but decided not to take the risk. She didn't seem as upset as she was earlier. She had fed him dinner, made sure he ate at least two helpings, and she had mentioned how the bed was big enough for two which he figured was an invite to stay the night for sure. So he nodded, not wanting to push his luck.

"I promise I won't do something dumb like that again, Sunny, baby, my love." He assured her as his arms went back around her. "My next venture isn't as dumb as getting arrested, I promise."

[wildfangz]

Lil (long) simblr gratitude day post

I wanted to make a post shouting out some of my favorite creators, storytellers, and just general simmers from over the last year, mainly focused on ts4 since that's where my attention has been the most. Long post ahead so it's going under a cut. If you're not tagged please know I did wake up late today so it's not as complete of a list as I wanted it to be!!

@adelarsims - You are an essential in my mods folder!! I love how much realism and/or character your cc adds to sims, from things like the piercing holes to the wonky glasses to the mechanic overlay... Just so many little things that I can't imagine not having in my game or on certain characters now. Speaking of characters, your sims both original and premade are always so gorgeous, and I really enjoy your interpretations of wg and jeb. & Thank you for being WCIF friendly, I know it takes time to get that info but it's so appreciated, u've help me find some very beloved pieces of CC. Also the level of dedication u have to organizing your mods folder is incredible and you've inspired me a lot to get my folder's act together finally!! Which is SUCH a QoL improvement

@bearphase - I adore the bright legacy and I admire all the little details and effort you put into your posts, like fixing clipping issues, making icons and templates for custom careers or story events, ur creativity really shines through. You've also reminded me how fun NSB can be and inspired me to get back to it and my human enough gameplay and I can't thank u for that enough, it's got me sooo excited for future simming endeavors

@daisydezem - You've been a welcome addition on my dash back since POSE, which was a fantastic first community experience for me and so much fun, & I love your gameplay & love how much work u put into rainbowsin! (I adore Venus so much btw!!) I hope you're healing well and that u have a lovely new year!!

@divinedionym - CLAIRE!!! I was SO happy to see you dipping your toes back in the community I missed you on my dash! and while I adored ur vatores and their story and ur an incredible storyteller, I'm glad you've been able to pivot into something more enjoyable for u. I hope you have lots of fun in the coming year and I can't wait to see what Aspen gets up to… or into… especially with his vampire BF. Aside from that idk if you'll ever wanna run another sims server, but I did want to give you a late shoutout and props for that bc I know from experience it can be difficult and I really loved how you ran yours! I could just be an anxious bitch but I feel like its so hard to find comfortable servers.... and esp the storytellers one was so cozy and helpful, and ur management of it was *chefs kiss* I've also really enjoyed it every time we've talked, tho I'm sorry I'm so shy 😭😭

@earthmoonz - LONG TIME MUTUAL ALERT ….. ur sims are always so gorgeous. Love the Devereauxs and... Max and Lena… WOO. I support womens and nonbinary rights. and wrongs. Wifey has been SO good and I'm pumped to see where the rest of the story goes. U have a natural talent for storytelling and I really appreciate how much care u put into your characters. Everyone read wifey today rn

@hauntedtrait - Another mutual I enjoy every time I see you on my dash!! Your Lilith is drop dead gorgeous but honestly so many of your sims are. I love ur premade makeovers and Dakota is sooo pretty I'm obsessed. I can't wait 2 see who he ends up with! :]

@horusmenhosetix - I love seeing u on my dash and every time we've talked has been so lovely!! There's been so many times you've made me want to jump back into my projects for ts2 or even go back to ts3 once I have the space to download it. I love your s2cc and god ur sims …. its been a year but I still smile whenever I think about the vatore siblings you shared jhskfdh they're so perfect its got me inspired to throw together an s4 save whenever I get my mods folder sorted. & I'm so excited to go thru ur downloads tag and fill that baby UP with ur stuff next time I work on that !!!!!!!!

@myshunosun - One of my favorite CC creators, pretty sure my folder has all of your stuff in it bc I couldn't help myself. Always impressed with the quality and I love the variety. Thank u for sharing such incredible work with us!

@nucrests - I downloaded a lot of ur cc more recently but MY BOYS!!! U'VE CLOTHED MY BOYS!!! You make such good quality content and I'm always a huge fan of those that help me give my male sims some flair and style, thank u! :')

@oshinsimblr - Long 1 incoming... While I've never been a sims 4 hater, like a lot of people I've still struggled with the gameplay aspect of this iteration, so it's been really inspiring to watch how you go about your game and immerse yourself in it, see all the care you put into your sims. I have to thank you for the videos you've made on it, like the one on how to make sims you connect to, season 1 of Lovesick where you went basically vanilla with the specific intent to show people how much you can do with imagination and what that looks like in gameplay! It's been literally game-changing for me lol and helped me to have more fun with my saves, even if they're not one of the rare few that starts out off the rails, I get more enjoyment playing it out until things do start happening outside of my control. & YOUR CC RECS!! I've downloaded so many of the mods you've recommended and I love how much they fill out the game. On the topic of Lovesick, I have not been able 2 get enough!! I'm so hooked lmao. Watching this series has really taken me back to the days when I was a teen reading like those particularly juicy drama-filled sims 3 stories you can't help but to keep clicking "next page" on, except Lovesick is so solid writing-wise. SO excited to see where Lizbeth is going in her life!!

@simandy - Your hairs have been an essential in my CAS folder for so long, and I've been so impressed with the evolution of your creations over the years. I've always liked your work but GODDAMN the quality always blows me away these days!! & I really, really adore and appreciate the variety! @squea - ANOTHER SORT OF LONG ONE BUT ... Your sims just POP!!! SO much character, and your edits and art r phenomenal. Corn is one of my favorite little digital guys I've had the pleasure of experiencing on line in all my years in the sims community reading stories and gameplay. If Cornelius has a million fans I am one of them. If Cornelius has ten fans I am one of them. If Cornelius has no fans I am no longer on the earth. If world against Cornelius, I am against the world. So on and so forth TBH you've also helped me have a lot more fun with the sims 4 talking about how you enjoy your game, and have a healthier mindset about my place in the community and connect back with the reason I made this blog in the first place, which was just to have fun and archive something I love, regardless of whether it got any attention or not! I started going MIA a bit post 2019 after really getting involved in the community, for Life Happens reasons, and naturally the lack of consistent posting for a while meant less eyes on whatever I came back to share. For a while I let that discourage me esp when a lot of effort was put into something, but after you posted about just genuinely enjoying ur game and loving what you made regardless of notes it made me realize what I was doing and helped me get back to that state of mind. Now whatever I make gets to matter simply because it matters to me, even if I post it at like 3am bc I'm so excited and no one ever sees it bc of that DHKDHKHSD. & I feel like I have u to thank for that!! U turned da lightbulb on

@thefoxburyinstitute - I could not make a gratitude post without forgetting to include the foxbury institute!! I've been messing around more with making CC the last couple of months and your blog has been so incredibly helpful, and I highly recommend everyone interested in creating or just wanting to maintenance and mend their mods folder a bit check them out!

@tricoufamily - YOUR RENDERS ARE SO GORGEOUSSS and I love your take on the Villareals. I never ran into the original story so I'm really excited tbh to see whats up ur sleeve... also I love everything you've shared about two headed lamb so far, so eerie and offputting in the best way. Also everyone read this is the fall here

@void-imp I know we just followed each other a few days ago but ur trio is SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!! I love Jab's design so much and I rlly enjoy what I've read about aleksey so far. :-)

@warwickroyals - Ok so first off your clothing is a STAPLE in my folder for my more wealthy and/or fashion-oriented sims! And as for the Warwick Legacy? One of my absolute favorite simblr stories I've read. I still remember when I started it, it was pretty late at night so I was just planning on reading a handful of posts and then picking it back up the next day. That did not happen I could not stop. Straight up stayed up the entire night bingeing all the way to the latest post (which was the Big Phillip Thing. I had to get up from my computer to pace I was having a Moment LOL) I've got some catching up to do but so far I think that's been my favorite arc. Aside from that your editing is beautiful, and I've always been a character enjoyer so I'm in love with how much thought you've put into all of yours, and the fact we get to learn so much about them. I think you do a really good job of balancing the cast and I really dig your storytelling style in general.

@whimsyalien I know u post moreso on twitter but since u ARE technically also on simblr... I just wanna say I love the polaris legacy and thank you so much for all the poses and templates you share!!!

@windbrook THANK YOU for making so many fantastic builds and for sharing your saves, it's one of my absolute favorites. Also all the original sims u post are so striking, and ur cartoon-ish makeovers were so much fun!! Loving the recent builds/world pics u shared as well, and looking forward to whatever you create whether its in sims 4 or a previous game in the series!

@yooniesim Your cc is a more recent addition to my folder but there's so many things you've made and I'm sure will make that are essentials there now, like the teeth and body hair and god that necklace set for men is a necessity, but outside of that I love a lot of the other CAS CC you make you have some of the cutest hairs and I really adore the accessories! Thank you also for speaking out on certain issues within the community.

Finally,

To My Followers: thank u all for sticking with me even as I've been a biiit flaky over the years. My healths doing a lot better tho and I have so much passion for the game and I'm so excited for what I have to share with u all next, and I hope it can brighten ur dash up a bit, pull the heartstrings when appropriate, etc!! I also have a lil milestone coming up so im planning on doing some sim requests soon as a thank you when that hits. c:

[clambuoyance]

Every time I see your art its like I can feel just how much you enjoy making it.

It has a lightness to it, like you're having fun and it's kinda infectious, so I get really happy too when I see it.

Oh I should probably throw a question in here: I love when you post a bunch of sketches all at once, do you plan your doodles ahead of time or do they just come naturally to you as you draw?

AAAH thank you so much! You wouldn't be the first person to describe my art as having a sort of "infectious" joy and it makes me really happy that it's what people think of when they see my art. I really do have fun making it which is why I think I've been able to avoid major art block for the most part or dwelling too much on the fact that I have a hard time getting finished pieces out sometimes

As for your question, I'll try my best to see if I can explain it lol. I guess the "planning" mostly consists of me getting inspired by something (usually a song) and it instilling a certain emotion or vibe in me that i then start to itch to capture in a visual art form.

Sometimes I'll be given a really vague blurry image in my head and go with that and decide to sketch it out with my hands to help me see that vision in my head clearly and I'll make a lot of changes etc etc ("that arm position didn't work" "let me try a different expression" "maybe the angle should be more dramatic"). Or sometimes if I want a clearer picture before I start drawing I'll listen to the song on repeat (and/or walk around in circles) until that Picture becomes less and less blurry and almost...tangible? Perfect 20/20 clarity happens very rarely tho and everytime it does I'm convinced something possessed me (and even then I still make changes on the fly) Sorry I'm explaining this so badly ToT i wish i could just show u my brain

If my mind was a library you would see stacks upon stacks of ideas I've held onto for years...some since 2016...but yeah I also tend to be spontaneous with it and draw a bunch of sketches at once before even "finishing" one --but at least it's out of my head and somewhere in the world!! And one day I'll probably go back and color it or whatever or remember I should post a collection of relevant doodles somewhere

Also one last thing maybe worth mentioning is that over the years my imagination was able to become clearer and my ability to draw what I see in my head also improved! As if the gap between worlds got smaller in a way--and this only happened because of how long I've been drawing that I've been able to build an arsenal of poses and expressions rules and have an easier time drawing. Which helped me be more spontaneous

One thing I do hope for is that I can at least sit through a few hours of learning to do bigger and neater composed pieces with backgrounds...so I can start doodling them more too lol

[reco-obsessed]

make this the ~6th time i come back 2 u......... hc anon here......eheh...

what are your specific hcs for ursheen....hehehe....hehe...heheheehehheheheee......heheheheee......i love samurai yaiba era sorryyyy!!!!!

no need to apologize ! im also a big fan of samurai yaiba era . we need more samurai yaiba content out there . sorry it took me so long and its a bit shorter than usual ,,

heres one thats been in my drafts since forever: reko is taller than ursheen by a couple inches (2-3) but ursheen always wears such big platforms that they're often still taller than reko.

oh yeah, nows a good time to address the elephant in the room; i mostly use they/them for ursheen. i used she/her originally, but ive since really become accustomed to using they/them... so i suppose its kind of a they/she situation in my version.

ursheen, in canon, is pretty inexpressive, not just by being mute but also via facial expressions. though we see very little of them, they both have a couple different sprites, and strongholds are much more expressive, so its not as if its just a case of nankidai skimping out of making more work for himself, either.

i dont think ursheen realizes they dont really make facial expressions- or at least didnt unless they were told. obviously they dont really speak, so they knew people might struggle to understand what they convey because of that, but they never realized that they dont move their eyes / lips as much as others do.

i headcanon that similarly, they tend to be comfortable taking really stiff posture. the type of stances that just look kinda blocky and uncomfortable. you know midoris weird pose where hes slightly leaning towards the camera with his arms against his sides like he looked up how to look like a human in a book? ursheen could do that all day. they can t-pose like no tomorrow.

i imagine since ursheen doesnt express themself with words as much, thats part of what got them into music. they can still use sound to showcase their feelings, just with notes instead of words. they might even write some song lyrics if they feel like it- not as if they can really do much with them themselves, though.

ive put this in a fic before: i imagine ursheen uses a lot of emojis and such over text, which is what they usually use to communicate since they dont speak.

i imagine when they met reko in person, they werent really intimidated like others might be. she has a pretty harsh gaze, but ursheen is also looking into peoples souls without meaning to, so they get it and dont really feel put off by it. theyre also into alternative, so that doesnt catch them off-guard, either.

i headcanon ursheens fashion style as more masc-leaning, though their hair is pretty long and layered. shorts that hit at the knees, baggy band tees, tanks that show off their arms. almost a skater style. skater boy, i said see you later boy, he wasnt good enough for her... my ursheko plot has already been told to us by avril lavinge

ursheen goes back and forth on whether to wear makeup for their shows, and usually ends up testing it out on stronghold- and maybe reko, if theyre lucky. but it usually ends with them thinking it looks better on the person than it would on them.

ursheen has to be really careful when their hair is styled for the stage because of those hair spikes. not sharp enough to genuinely cut anything, its just a lot of hair gel, but they did almost skewer stronghold in the eye once.

i think it would be funny if ursheen had a tendency to drag their feet, especially in their huge platforms. they wear long baggy pants almost trip over themselves a lot and have to make sure they dont accidentally break something, or, god forbid, trip face first in reko's view and embarrass themselves.

i think ursheens more of an eletronica / edm kinda person, in terms of the music they listen to in their free time.

i like to imagine that ursheen and stronghold were friends before they joined samurai yaiba and joined as a pair. probably over something music or fashion related originally.

actually, it would be really funny if stronghold had never played an instrument before joining samurai yaiba and ursheen dragged him into it. ursheen mentions they finally got a gig with this really cool looking band and didnt think they would make it in but the manager sounded really desperate. so strongholds like "haha wouldnt it be so funny if i learned an instrument to join i could totally blend in with their fashion style" and ursheen gave him The Eyes TM and landed him in the band...

realistically he'd probably have a longer history with instrument playing than that, but maybe not much longer. bought a guitar in middle school gave up on trying to play and hung it up on his wall because it looked cool, kinda thing.

i can see ursheen as the vaping type, or maybe using different types of scented cigarettes. theyre so serious about the band, however, that they keep it very private and dont take smoke breaks. only stronghold knows about it. they mostly do so in their alone time and try not to encourage it to others. you can totally find them hotboxing in their car though.

i get the vibes that they spent a lot of time alone listening to music in their earlier years (middle/secondary school). possibly kind of online, but maybe not chronically so. its not necessarily that they preferred being alone, but they struggle to connect with others due to their perceived strangeness and struggles to communicate.

i see ursheen as the type to see someone, think "wow theyre a cool person, id like to get to know them" (could be either a platonic or romantic sense) and then procrastinate on actually trying to approach them.

ursheen has either wanted or has an "exotic" pet, i.e. some sort of reptile/insect/amphibian.

owns a lot different colored duct tapes and stickers.

hmmm.... i think thats all that comes to mind for now . thank you for coming again , hc anon ! i hope you liked them.

[taegularities]

i am guilty of not remembering muchhh bc of my short term memory 🤓🤠 so i skimmed the previous chapter and was refreshed hehe ANYWAYS wow it really has been a while since the last chapter but while reading blooming and starting palette,,, i felt this sense of familiarity with them and it's hard to describe but it's so good!!! It's like fav dramas/series/books that even when you forgot some details or a lot 😅 u have this instant bond/happiness and u still have these amazing feelings for the characters and the story!!! I'm not sure if ur getting me Rid aha it's the yapper in me but i guess the tldr is that i felt that "WE ARE SOOOO BACK MY BESTIES" like i REALLY felt it lol. And i was really happy to read cmi again ❤️‍🩹

While I do agree with others that this is also my new favorite chapter,,,,, I think that's also not true for me??? bc every chapter is my fav!!! It's really really really literally the whole story since then and everything u write is a favorite 💜

Aside from all the fluff that i loveeee, so much love for this chapter which included their friends and in a trip setting bc it's so wholesome and in relationships esp if ur the type to always go out with friends, it's fun to see everyone getting together 🫶🏼

Nowww some of my fave lines:

His attention is directed towards Jimin, the main organiser of your trip; everybody’s been posing questions today as if he’s studied the town and journey to the tiniest detail. Jimin rubs a palm over his tired eyes, sighing before he speaks. this is so funny bc MOOD

HEAVY AFFECTION!!!!

“People climb mountains, watch the world from above, need to see forests to figure out how good life can be. And that it can be worth living,” he says, his voice velvety soft. “But I feel that way with you every day, you know? I do… I do love you so much.” 🥲🥲🥲

“Huh?” he breathes out, moving to look up at you. His eyebrows still suggest slight pain, but there’s something so loving in his worn voice when he says, “You want kids with m—” I LOVE HIM PLSSSSS

And a lot more but those are what I instantly copy pasted lol. Also the "fight" at the end starting with jimin was so chaotic and funny to me lmao. It was all just so real + with oc and jk sorting it out in the middle of the road lol.

Anywaysss wow i think it took me 2 hours + to read and im not complaining bc i had fun savoring every word. I think i always say this but i (and i know the others too) am really thankful that you're here and continuing to share your ideas and writing with us 🫶🏼 the writing is always topnotch, its crazyyyy, good crazy 😇 and ig in behalf of us who aren't always here and even from the silent readers, thank you!! You'll always have our heart and support. I hope that during times that it gets quiet here (and i hope it wont) you remember that there's a lot of us who adore you 🫂

kAT 🫂 it's okay lmao even i forgot a lot and had to reread 😭 there's just a lot of info in those 370k words. and yeah, i totally get that… time may pass, but once we return to the fictional world we love, it feels like coming home. i was so relieved, too, once i dove into cmi again 🥺 and pls yap away, i vibe so much with yappers 😂

yes, ikr!!! i was so damn excited to write this chapter bc of the new dynamics and deeper friendships. this trip really brought them a lot closer. and babe, your favourite lines plsss 🥹 the mountain one has my heart… i think i wrote it literally months and months and MONTHS ago :') and i see, the kids one is really affecting people 😂 the fight was skfajksdf she was just so tired and it affected her mood and then jimin's just an idiot, too lmao 😂 ty for literally copy pasting lines??? this is always so flattering to a writer 😭

2 hours is still pretty fast, tbh!! it took me days to edit the chapter, so hahaha :') thank you so so much for providing me with this much love and warmth, kat. i appreciate your words to bits, like :( the last paragraph, i'm gonna sob 🥹 i adore you sm, too, ty for always being here, love 🤍