#or you could do it as an art trade if you'd prefer that!

[navybrat817]

Muse

Pairing: Artist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky is thankful to have you as his muse. Word Count: Over 1.1k Warnings: Fluff, kissing, light insecurities if you squint, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes and he's in love (and he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Nix was kind enough to send me an old edit she made and I ran with it for @the-slumberparty 's Across the Universe challenge. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by the lovely @sgt-seabass and divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky Barnes hadn't expected to find solace in art when he was younger. It seemed more like a path that his best friend Steve would take, though both of them appreciated expressing themselves creatively. Life also taught him that his road came with unexpected bumps and turns. Trading guns for brushes and pencils after he left the army, art helped him process some of his emotions he long kept at bay. It showed him how to look at life from a different perspective. In some ways, it saved him.

Like you did.

"Mmm."

The moan you let out drew Bucky's gaze up from his sketchpad, smiling softly as you stretched your legs out under the sheets. As tempted as he was to rouse you with his tongue, he decided to let you sleep since he already woke you once in the middle of the night. It wouldn't be the first time he sketched you while you slept.

The pad in his hand was already filled with drawings of you, but one more wouldn't hurt. Over the hours and days spent with you, he studied and learned your body well. He had other sketches and paintings of you in various angles and lightning. Those would never be sold.

Some art that existed was for the artist alone.

The pencil began to move across the paper once more when you didn't stir. If you woke up and caught him drawing you again, you'd shake your head and tell him he had more than enough. He disagreed.

There was beauty in his surroundings, but they paled in comparison to you.

"Bucky," you whispered, sending a shiver of excitement down his spine. Like the color red, you speaking his name invoked deep, intense passion within him. He saw hues in brighter shades thanks to you. "Come back to bed."

"I'm almost finished," he promised.

"You drawing me again?" you mumbled, bringing your hand up to cover your yawn as he kept sketching. "You have enough and I'm a mess."

"Maybe. Maybe not," he teased with a tender smile when your eyes opened halfway. "And you're not a mess. You're beautiful."

And it’ll never be enough.

"Careful, James," you teased back, arching your back as you stretched. "Keep smiling and sweet talking and they'll take away your brooder card."

"We can't have that," he winked.

When Bucky decided to pursue art outside of a hobby, he hadn't meant to become a brooding recluse on purpose. He simply preferred solitude while he worked and he valued his privacy. While he was encouraged to promote his work on social media to help build more clientele, he never showed his face. He let his art speak for itself. It worked.

It was how he came to meet you.

Before he met you in person, you were his favorite customer. You bought multiple pieces and left the kindest comments on his page. He often went back to reread them when he got lost in his own head.

"While there are many beautiful pieces of art in the world, Bucky Barnes gives us work that defines, and defies, beauty. His art can move you to tears or give you hope of brighter days ahead. We're privileged that he chooses to share his vision with us and one can only hope to see the world as he sees it."

He may have moved you with his visuals, but you moved him with your words.

"I have to meet her," he told Steve when you commissioned a custom piece.

Steve couldn't believe it since Bucky hardly ever let anyone into his studio. He said it was the least he could do for someone who consistently showed him support. He wouldn't admit at the time how nervous he was to meet you. Or why he felt so compelled to see the person behind the name since he refused to look for you on social media.

He realized that day it was destiny to meet you.

The artist and the muse.

"Back to bed," you ordered, moving the sheets back as he set his pencil and pad down. He used the opportunity to gaze along your naked frame bathed in the soft light, lingering between your thighs. "Please, Bucky?

"Who am I to deny my muse?" he smirked, slowly standing from his stool to stretch. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and he had thrown his dark hair up in a bun to keep it out of his eyes. "Especially when you look at me like that."

I'm littered with scars and you gaze at me like I have no imperfections.

"Have you seen you? You're gorgeous," you said, patting the mattress for him to sit.

“Not as gorgeous as you.”

“Take the compliment, brooder,” you said with a sleepy grin.

When he took a seat with a chuckle, you stopped him before he could lay over you. Instead, you took his right hand and had him stay in place as began to gently massage it. You commented more than once about how long and thick his fingers were and how warm to the touch they were against your skin. Working at his hand in tiny circles, you carefully rubbed out any tension you sensed. While you focused on the task at hand, he took another minute to gaze at you in wonder.

My beautiful muse.

"There," you said, kissing his palm once you finished.

"Thank you," he said, resting the same hand over your heart.

He watched and felt your chest rise as you inhaled. The steady beat grounded him. He was lucky enough for you to let him paint you with his love.

Inside and out.

"Do you ever regret it?" he asked as he traced a small heart on your chest.

Your forehead scrunched as you looked at him. "Regret what?"

"Choosing me," he whispered.

You had a chance to live a life of luxury and you walked away from it for me. Do you regret following your heart when you could've had so much more with him?

You exhaled as you pushed yourself up to face him and placed your hands on both cheeks, making sure he was looking into your eyes. "I will never regret choosing you or being yours," you whispered back.

Bucky's eyes softened as he smoothed his left hand down your back and dropped a kiss to your mouth. He lost himself in the feel of your lips and tongue, an exchange of desire he only got to experience with you. He didn't live a life of glamor, but he would forever give you a life of love.

"Now use me as your canvas," you said as the kiss ended.

Like Bucky said, who was he to deny his muse?

I love Bucky in love. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[ember-owlet]

If it’s not any trouble, could I please pretty request headcanons or a lil drabble of regressor Heisenberg and Ethan with a mama caregiver (in a poly relationship setting)? They’re my liddol guys and I wish to spoil them rotten 🥺

a/n : its no trouble at all sweetheart!! heisenberg and ethan need a supportive mama in their lives desperately!! thank you for waiting,, i hope i can do your little guys justice with these headcanons ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

art credit : @/bullfrogsan 🧵

dynamic: mama! cg! reader x regressor! karl heisenberg x regressor! ethan winters

first of all, to me neither of them have had positive past experiences with their biological mothers. so the boys having a positive mother-figure in their life would be so incredibly healing, outside of regression or not.

they!!! are!! such!!! mama's boys!!!

in your dynamic if only one of the boys were to regress and be doted on by the other two they would be, for the most part, well behaved and good mannered.

however, karl and ethana when regressing together would be like two feral cats (/lh) you'd never know whether they'd be in a cuddly mood with one another or immediately fighting over who gets to play with which toy first.

there are a few times where they'd need their mama's firm intervention, mostly if it were to turn into a physical altercation.

you'd have to bring the two together to apologize, and they would begrudgingly turn to the side and huff, with a mental agreement they're "only doing it for your happiness".

in reality they do care for one another, very deeply in fact. there is no better kiddo in the world that could handle karl's rather rough playtime than ethan and no one else could make ethan feel safer than being protected by karl and his mama.

the main thing that the two of them can agree on is just how much they adore their mama, planning the best way to surprise you with handmade drawings or gifts, followed by both of them running into your arms.

as time goes on i could absolutely see the dynamic of karl being the adventerous daredevil while ethan would either disagree and inform his mama of his behavior or follow silently behind to be sure that he doesn't get himself hurt.

it would be a common misunderstanding with those who'd meet your dynamic that karl is the "punk" while ethan is the harmless angel, but you would know your little guy enough to understand just because ethan is quieter doesn't mean he doesn't have his own way of finding trouble. (think bluey and bingo from the mini bluey episode).

ethan could be rather stubborn if given the chance, as regressing would enhance his need to make his own decisions after a lifetime of others speaking for/over him.

karl on the other hand would want to encourage ethan's rebellious tendencies, telling him that sometimes its alright to push all of his feelings out.

their mama would be able to balance the dynamic as the voice of reason, handing both of them a healthy outlet and tools for their bigger feelings.

i love the idea that after finding a healthier outlet from his mama and ethan, heisenberg is able to find moments of calm, at first taking some time after a tantrum to breathe to being at the cusp of cursing someone out and instead breathing and thinking of what's the root of his feelings.

and in fact you do spoil your little guys rotten, their rooms would be filled to the brim with their choice of toys, stuffies, gear, and books to keep them entertained for hours. and, even if karl has a harder time verbalizing it, they would much rather prefer the company of their mama together.

there's no greater feeling to their lighter and vulnerable headspace than being wrapped up in your arms for a story time. to feel the humming of your chest against their ear or the gentle strokes of your fingers through their hair while they sleep would be a feeling they wouldn't trade for the world.

[uloelu]

🖼️ Jordyn Padgett 🖼️

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Ethnicity: Irish and Black British (Simlish)

Traits: Snob, Sporty, Art Lover (custom traits)

Age: 24 (young adult)

Current world: San Myshuno

Likes: Writing, wellness, mixology, media production, fitness, skiing, dancing, painting, photography, red, black, white, yellow, brown, classical music, new age music, hip hop, preppy and polished fashion, discussing interests, deep thoughts, stories, idealist Sims,

Dislikes: Handiness, gardening, cross-stitch, cottage-core and pop music, nature enthusiasts, basics and country fashion, gossip, small talk

Potential Profile

Jordyn Padgett (she/her) spent 18 long Sim years in her sleepy farming hometown of Henford-on-Bagley. As soon as she was able, she fled to the bustling city of San Myshuno, rooming with 3 other Sims in the Fashion District. One of those Sims was a woman by the name of Penelope Puri (Penny Pizzazz by default), a Simfluencer who skyrocketed to stardom through her videos reviewing celeb style fails and budding fashion trends. Penelope taught Jordyn the tricks of her trade, and now Jordyn has a following of her own--though she only makes content related to movies, TV, and the art world. Her ultimate goal is to become a world-renowned art critic, attending shows/ galleries around the world and leaving her mark on the industry. She knows she'll have to compete with the juggernaut that is Diego Lobo, but she greatly admires him and hopes they can collaborate one day.

She likes to go out and have fun, but Jordyn isn't a huge party animal. She's just as likely to prefer a night in with Netflix to a night out at a bustling bar. She's got a tight-knit group of friends with eclectic interests, and she prefers it that way. Jordyn has been on her fair share of dates with guys, but it's only recently that she realized her lack of attraction to them. Though she's not out to anyone, she's excited to explore her newfound identity as a lesbian.

Jordyn cares greatly about her health and personal style. She's seen enough denim and overalls to last her a lifetime--it's high quality clothing only from here on out. When she's not working or hanging out with her friends, you can find her shopping online, at a yoga studio, or a gym. Jordyn wishes she could eat healthier, but her notorious sweet tooth prevents her from cutting sugar out of her life altogether. She doesn't do dieting, either--she believes it can lead to unhealthy relationships with food.

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I hope you enjoyed this off-the-cuff profile! I'm thinking of creating roommates for her. Let me know if you'd like me to post them as well!

(Note: I don't currently own the Cottage Living EP [that or Cats and Dogs, Horse Ranch, and For Rent]. I'm trying to see if I can find a coupon/cheaper way to purchase it, but if not, I'll have to wait until the next sale. I'm not paying EA 40 whole United States Dollars for just one pack lmao. So if I make Jordyn available for upload before then, just be aware that she'll be missing those official aspects of her backstory. Sorry about that!)

[sunfiltersthroughwillowleaves]

Looking for an art trade for the Duets pass!

I can draw up to 3 skykids, any cosmetics, in a not-too-complicated background. Any size!  I'll pay for all friendship costs up to the pass gifting, and if you want more skykids (max of 8) or more complicated backgrounds, I would prefer it if you could cover the friendship costs. You don't have to send me the pass until you're satisfied with the art, and I'm willing to make any adjustments! I can do 3 styles; more cartoonish, more brushed, and a mix. If you'd like me to attempt a different style not listed here, I can try, but it would be preferred if you could cover all friendship costs. Also, if you'd like a physical watercolor, 7x10 inches, you could send me 150 hearts or cover the next season's pass!

I know that was a long paragraph, so here's a more legible version: - up to 3 skykids, if more, you cover friendship costs (max of 8 kids) - no spirits sorry - any of 3 styles, if other digital style, you cover friendship costs - if you want two or more of the above, friendship costs don't stack! send 5 hearts for 1 of the above, 10 for two of them - simple background, if complex, you cover friendship costs - any size, any sky-related subject matter - for a physical watercolor, you could either send 150 hearts or cover another season's pass as well - i will make any requested adjustments! you send the pass when you're satisfied with my art!

Also, if you really really can't cover friendship costs, you could instead send the extra pass to a friend of mine- he will cover friendship costs.

[itsawhumpsideblog]

Character sketches

Francis was the first of the Safehouse boxboys to make himself known, although Mikey was not far behind. The thing I'm finding most fascinating about writing Francis is finding ways to convey his worldview, which I feel like I'm doing to a greater extent than with Mikey or Nathan. Because he was living with another person who had very definite ideas about what he should be like, Francis had his worldview sort of forged for him in really odd ways.

There will eventually be an installment where he learns to count higher than ten, for example, but right now he thinks everyone gets to ten and starts over and therefore functionally can't conceptualize of quantities greater than 100 (ten tens, as he would think of it).

He also speaks in third person, which obviously the other two do not, and has developed a very flowery, formal way of speaking as a result of being a living showpiece and as much an accessory in his former owner's home as the art on the walls. I imagine that his owner worked on training him to speak in a highly artistic style and move as if everything is a ballet.

Francis gets really good at interpreting for Mikey when Mikey learns to sign and ultimately decides to pursue interpreting as a career. It's a good fit for him because he doesn't have to speak for himself or produce original utterances unless they're really simple; he can just interpret from one language to another what somebody else is saying. He also prefers not being the focus of the conversation in any way and interpreting lets him fade comfortably into the background.

I imagine that he uses a wheelchair or crutches depending on how he's feeling, but because of the nerve damage in his feet, has a lot of difficult walking without a mobility aid.

When I write Mikey, I kind of can't help but make him sound small and waifish, because he's so sad and scared all the time- at least until yesterday's short story, which gives a brief glimpse of Mikey in the future. In fact, Mikey is a pretty big guy, which is likely what you'd want for a guy who lives as somebody's personal bouncer. He's probably six inches taller than Francis, although Nathan is closer to Mikey's height.

And as I elaborated on a little in yesterday's backstory, he's very muscular from a combination of enforced workouts and a low dose of steroids. Incidentally, I don't think the WRU publicizes their use of steroids but I would bet everyone knows they do it. Owners presumably make the choice to continue that practice or not, but I think Mikey's owners don't. There's probably a story about withdrawal in there, actually.

I don't know much about Mikey or Francis before they were boxboys, but I do have some idea what happens to Mikey after he's been at the Safehouse a while. As you can guess if you're caught up, he is going to be able to use his hands and arms fairly normally (although he hates when it rains because he gets so sore) and he becomes a fluent signer over time.

I think he goes from resignation at the loss of his voice to having a lot of anger about it. He experiences bouts of depression as he learns to cope with knowing how things could have been vs. how they are, but he finds strength and fulfillment in becoming an activist against the Pet trade. It's the kind of outlet for his anger that Mikey really appreciates- he abhors violence, but he feels a strong need to "get back at" the people who took so much from him. He probably does, or tries to do, research to find out who he used to be. I'm not yet sure what amount of success he has.

Poor Nathan was the last of the three to come along and I feel like he sometimes get short shrift. His backstory is the only one I have much of a handle on, and he talks about it in one chapter. He aged out of the foster care system and basically didn't have the counsel or a parent or mentor to give him a realistic perspective on what volunteering to become a Pet entailed. I think he was very briefly working a soul-sucking job somewhere he hated and was recruited on the basis of his looks and the recruiter's desire for a commission check.

Obviously, when he got to the WRU facility, it was nothing like he had imagined. I don't think he knew about the memory-wiping process, although I think most adults in his society are aware that something like that goes on. In my created world, as in many other peoples', I think, Pets are a luxury and generally only affordable by people who are wealthy or willing to save up. So Nathan went in with just the information he had from the recruiter, which obviously wouldn't reflect reality.

Once I wrote the bit where Mikey remembers another Pet who was kind to him and who was the closest thing he ever remembers having to a friend, I knew I wanted them to be re-united. I wasn't quite sure what Nathan's defining feature would be until I was writing it and sort of discovered in the process that although he had signed the papers and been sold and lived as a Pet, the memory wipe had never taken.

I was pretty fascinated with the implications, which I'll definitely want to explore at greater length. One thing it means is that Nathan knows exactly who he is and what his life was like before, although he was pretty lonely to begin with, so nobody's looking too hard for him. It also means that he knows exactly what happens at WRU facilities and can be a whistleblower, if and when anyone's ready to hear the truth.

But the effect of all this on his mental health is hard to overstate, because it's so traumatic to go through training and living as someone's possession without ever giving away that you're the same person you always were before. (Side note- Nathan is dyslexic, which is how he gets by without admitting he can read. He definitely can, but it's enough work that he doesn't see words and visibly process them without meaning to.)

The almost endless mental stress of pretending to have no memory, on top of the same stress other Pets experience, like trying to please a person who may be impossible to please, never having time to themselves, and being under constant physical strain, really takes its toll on Nathan. I think he has a sort of permanent thousand-yard stare, even when he's looking directly at someone or something. A part of his brain is just always a little stunned and distracted and he usually looks sad, even when he isn't. Meeting Mikey again, though, gives him a bit of a new lease on life, because he's so relieved and happy to know that Mikey has a chance at a happy ending.

NB: originally written for a BBU Community Days prompt that I was informed I misunderstood. I’m not able to rework the post but I hate to waste the work so I’ll leave it in case anyone is interested.

[guacas-among-us]

Hey you! Have you ever wanted FREE ART from ME?

Have you ever wanted to draw my CHARACTERS? Is the response to both previous questions YES? Then stick around because oh boy do I have good news for you!

This year I will be participating on Artfight, the most popular art trading event for artists of all kinds! If you're not familiar with it, you can read more here!

Assuming you do know, I will be returning every attack I recieve! So if you've ever wanted me to draw one of your characters, now's your chance! (or not exactly now, more like in a few weeks)

All main characters are listed on my Artfight profile, so you're free to pick whoever you'd like when the season starts!

I'd explain more about artfight itself but tbh I think the info page does a better job at that than I could ever do lol. But yeah if you like to draw and recieve art I 100% recommend you join, it starts on july 1st and lasts for the entire month! Anyone can participate regardless of their still level or preferred art medium.

Also I might post some of the drawings I make during artfight here (only the amongus ones ofc), so there's that

[dreamdropsystem]

hi there! im absolutely in love with ur artstyle would u ever do commissions or take requests whenever u felt like u could take it on? no worries if not im just curious ^^

hello, this is Pure. yes we do commission and you have have specific alters to do your commission if you have a preference. we only do art requests for friends and art trades are okay with mutuals and friends

our commission post is here

please boost if you can and dm us on our social media or Ko-Fi and we can get you a drawing or more depending on what you'd like. thank you - Pure

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Blind Love (Part 4)

Once again, cover art by the wonderful @idiotwithanipad who was a muse for this mini fic. 🥰

Robin & Original Characters.

How Rogh was "reunited" with his baby girl. (Warning for angst, as always!)

Many, many Moonahs ago...

If you were to wander across this particular patch of countryside and happened to be blessed with the Sight, then you may catch a glimpse of a strange man wandering the woods at night. Some say he is part ape, others say part wolf or bear, or even a giant ferret. But don't be fooled. He is very much a man. One of the first, or at least the ancestor of many.

You might also hear this man talking, chattering away at a thousand words per minute, some utter nonsense, some in languages as dead as him, some in grunts and signs. You might wonder who on Earth he is speaking to as there doesn't seem to be any other spirit haunting the land. You might assume that he's alone.

But you'd be stupid to do that. You might say that you'd make an ass out of you...rself.

The man was as far from lonely as anyone could be. He was surrounded by friends, too many to name you'd expect, yet he found the time. Time was the only currency he had. His friends were odd, he knew, even odder than he was, being millenniums away from the world he'd lived and died in. His friends were mostly tall, their skin brown and rough, their hair a beautiful emerald in summer, then a glimmering bronze in autumn before going bold in the winter. They all had dozens of arms and yet were awful huggers. He was happy to hug them and did so, often, on the Very Bad Days (but he'd be lying if he said they brought much comfort).

They all preferred to listen and let him talk, on and on, as he paced aimlessly through the woods each night, stroking their bodies and laughing as he told the same jokes over and over. Of course, they all laughed with him, though more with the rustle of their hair than any voices. But he knew what they all spoke, he felt each word vibrate in his head.

Often times, too much. It was difficult to sleep with so many voices around. Like a party that never ends.

"No, no, no! You wrong, he didn't steal your hair, how could he? He no have legs! You too far away to reach, Sted!" He was currently trying to settle yet another argument, his head aching more than usual this particular night; "Jen, you stay out of this, no need you getting involved!"

They began to turn their barbs on him as is what often happened on nights when Moonah went away.

"Big talk coming from a man who let his family get eaten. Good nap, was it?"

"Shut up! That low blow!"

Then a softer, trusting, naive voice.

"Fanks so much for stick! It bootiful. Sorry me no have anything better to give then furs...Me be forever grateful."

He slowed down; "Ha....Hatt?"

"Hope to trade again after big winter. Me always think of you as friend."

"H-how...How you here?"

"We're all here. All of us. We can never leave. Just like you." All the voices chorused at once.

It was too much. It was no longer a party.

The man gripped at his hair, as sometimes the sting that brought to his scalp was the only thing that silenced them.

"Please, guys. Stop. Me so tired, I-"

"I'm waiting for you."

He looked and saw one face among the many. Wild and fierce but loving. A smile stretched beneath a large gash where fangs had bitten out her cheek.

"I'm waiting for you...I'm waiting for you to come home...."

"Mum?" He blinked, not knowing she was at this party; "I...Me here..."

He reached to cup her face, flakes of bark rubbing against his palms.

"Are you 'son'? Then tell me name."

A name? That's right, she'd given him a name. A strong name. What was it?! What was it?!

It was too late. She was turning away.

"I'm waiting...."

"Mum! Mum!" He cried out, his hands now feeling nothing but empty wood. "Mum..."

They all began to laugh as he pounded his brow against the surface, more annoyed every time his head just went clean through. He'd just wanted a hug. He didn't care if it hurt in this form of hers. But now she was gone.

"Ha ha! He don't even know his name!"

"Miss your mummy, boy?"

"STOP!" He screamed at them, "JUST STOP!"

It wasn't funny anymore. When had it been? He tried to force a laugh, wanting it to be funny. His crazed cackles filled the night air as he paced, round and round, until they were all laughing with him. That better. That much better.

They go back to talking casually amongst each other until a pain-filled howl made him freeze.

Wolf? Oh no.

"Mum?!" He followed the sound. It had been a wolf who took her from him all that time ago. Did it still have her?

Sprinting towards the thicket, his many friends guided him to where he needed to go. If only he could go back and find Hatt so he could retrieve his stick. No time now. He would have to make do with his bare hands. They could snap the mutt's head off if it meant saving his mother.

The sight he discovered quickly cooled his sudden rush of bloodlust.

"Wow, look! Little babies!"

It was a mother. Just not his.

He unclenched his fists as he looked down at the wolf. It couldn't be farther from the one he'd been prepared to face. This one was smaller, exhausted, hiding as best she could in her poor excuse for shelter. She should have found a proper den but probably didn't have time.

She lay in the dirt beneath the bushes with eight freshly born cubs already nuzzling into her belly, her tongue still working to lick the juice off their heads and away from their eyelids.

The man couldn't help but smile and moved slowly onto his knees beside her.

"You do good...Good mama...It look like hard work." He ghosted his hand over her head, as close as he could to petting her.

"Not as hard as it was for me pushing out that boy you give me! Belly almost explode!"

He looks around to find the voice who said that. But his friends' faces all blurred into each other at the best of times.

"Guys, shh! Mama need rest!" He warns them; "This many babies. Big job, eight."

"Nine."

Frowning, he attempted to count the fuzzy little tails poking out from their bums.

"No...definitely eight. Me good with counting."

"Nine. Nine. Nine."

But where...?

Something shifted in the leaves close to his foot. He looked down to see, beside his furry boot, the runt of the litter. No bigger than his hand.

It was rolling and wriggling on the ground, less than a metre from its mother who seemed deaf to its cries of hunger.

"Hey. Hey, this one left out. Quick. She need booby milk." He tried to tell the adult wolf but she turned her ear down. "Hey!"

He made a silly attempt to pick it up but his hands went straight through, causing his stomach to lurch.

"She die. Your baby die if you no feed!" He yelled at the wolf.

She raised her head to shoot him a regretful whine. He paused, their eyes connecting. She knew. She knew she couldn't feed them all. Too many. Too hard.

It was too painful for her to even look at it, let alone have to listen to it starve before her.

That's why she had howled so sadly. She knew.

"I'm waiting...I'm waiting..."

His mother was calling him from the stars. She would have to wait much, much longer before he could join her.

"Never leave. Never leave. Never leave."

He curled up around the rejected cub, one finger brushing inches over her. It didn't sooth her in the least. All she wanted was Mum.

Why couldn't he help? Why was all he could ever do was watch them cry?

It didn't take too long, not in this cold. But it felt far longer, every second dragging by longer with each confused and lonely whimper.

Then she was still.

The wolf mother let out another howl before curling in and around the rest of her cubs. The lucky ones, safe and fed, who didn't even know they'd just lost a sister.

Never before had his friends been so quiet.

"..."

"Daddy?"

The man blinked, his vision clouded by tears he'd yet to shed.

He glanced down.

It...It couldn't be...

A mop of brown hair and blue eyes. Little pudgy fists reaching up to him. He stared at her, beginning to wonder if he was maybe, just maybe, starting to lose his mind.

"Kya...."

Thirty children he'd produced in his life, he reckoned. And even with them all having the same hair and most possessing blue eyes, he could tell each one off by heart.

This one, there was no mistaking. Second daughter. Stubborn idiot. Just like him.

He was certain she'd been bigger the last time he saw her. Almost past his belly button. Now she was a baby again, rosy cheeks and toothless smiles, all for him.

"Daddy, up! Up!" She demanded, bossy as ever. How could he say no?

His hands reached down and brought her up, staring into her beautiful face.

"Me thought you gone...Me thought you went up to stars..." He whispered in awe.

His finger stroked her belly, thinking it felt more fuzzy than before. Softer. It didn't matter, really, he just thought it strange.

"Where your furs, hmm? Where swaddle? Silly girl." He tutted before he brought her close to his chest, his hand on the back of her head; "Come. We go find Mummy and brothers and sisters..."

What were they doing so far away from the cave? He couldn't remember. Hadn't he been looking for something?

There was a wolf staring at him, currently unable to move from nursing the cubs at her side.

"Oh..." He must have brought her to watch the babies being born. That's right. Bit risky but wonderful to see. "Time we go now."

The wolf whined a little more as he left with Kya - his Kya, his and no one elses - in his arms, bouncing her as he took each step.

She began to whimper too.

"Must be so cold. Here." He tucked her beneath the front of his furs; "You settle there. Nice and warm. No, Kya, sorry, you know Daddy no have milk. Have to wait for Mummy."

But his baby only cried harder, padding her tiny fingers against him. He shushed her, nuzzling his cheek against the top of her head.

"There, there. No cry, little one. Daddy here. Daddy not go away."

Had he? He wasn't sure. It felt like he'd gone on a trip but couldn't remember where. Why did his chest hurt like he hadn't seen her in years? Or longer?

Hadn't he gone to a party? Met up with friends? Where were they?

All around him was just trees. Silent. Still.

No one but him, his baby girl and Moonah hiding somewhere in the sky.

But he wasn't alone.

Kya continued to grizzle, little hands clinging to her father's warmth but yet to be settled.

"Hey, remember this? Listen." He tried turning her ear towards his breast; "Daddy no have milk but have drum in chest, remember? It always help you sleep. Can you hear?"

She cooed in response, then sniffled, followed by a disappointed cry.

"Chest drum no work like used to...Here. Daddy fix." He whispered, rubbing her back and bouncing with each step that he carried her through the forest. "Bum-bum! Bum-bum! That work?"

Her giggle was infections as always. He grinned and kissed her head. Was she always this fuzzy?

"Where Daddy go....?"

"Daddy no go. Daddy never leave. That just...bad dream. Very bad dream. Come. We go find Mum. She no be too far..." He told her, vowing to never let her go again.

If you were to wander across this particular patch of countryside and happened to be blessed with the Sight, then you may catch a glimpse of a strange man wandering the woods at night. Some say he is part ape, others say part wolf or bear.

You might also, if you're extremely lucky, spot the head of a newborn wolf cub poking out of the top of his furry shift. But you'd be wrong, at least that's what he'd tell you. It wasn't a cub; it was a baby, can't you see?

He might not be able to remember his own name. But he knows who he is.

"Daddy here, Kya. Daddy here."

[c-h-pictures]

Now that law is over, some of my favourite "my law teacher knows I'm an author and know random trivia facts" moments:

T: Chuuya, what do you think of when you read "occasioning"?

Me, not prepared for the game of word association I play when writing because I am not currently doing so: Uhh. Occasion.

T:

Me, brain doing the slowest word association it's ever done:.... Events... A wedding.

-

Me: The language of the Offences Against the Person Act must be updated post haste.

T:

Me: Or forthwith.

T:

T: Are you doing that on purpose?

Me: Would the examiner find it funny?

T: Potentially.

Me: Then yes.

-

(After we go to break) T: Are you actually going to say that in your exam?

Me: Should I not?

T: I think you should go for it. If you said no, I would have told you to do it.

-

T: A good thing I don't see mentioned much when talking about the language is "actual". What synonyms do you all think of for actual?

T: Lyney?

Me, actually prepared this time: Tangible.

Class:

Me: Or real works too.

T: Can anyone think of a better word that would work in place of actual?

Me: Acute. That way they can keep the acronym.

-

K: What's a listed building?

T: It's -

Me: I know!

Me: Sorry.

T: Alright, Chuuya. You can explain what a listed building is.

Me: A listing is a restriction on what you can and can't do to a building, there's different grades with different restrictions. Typically, it's stuff like you can't change the exterior, or interior, or you have to get permission before doing so. Town or guild halls are usually listed and you can't change the exterior -

K: What's a guild hall?

Me: Where farmers and tradesmen used to trade when markets were the primary source of everything. You can't change the exterior but can change the interior with permission which is why town halls always become art galleries. Something like York Minster is the highest listing and you can't change anything which is why there's a masonry on site so they can constantly repair and restore the building without risk of changing the design.

K: What's York Minster?

Me: It's... It's the biggest gothic.. cathedral in.. the country. I don't - I don't know what I'm supposed to...

T: K, at some point you have to look at the country's history yourself and stop relying on your classmates. Lyney, thank you for your explanation, does everyone understand what a listed building is now?

-

T, reading a nuisance scenario: Chris owns a bird of prey centre.

Me: What species?

T:

Me: Some hawks, eagles, and falcons require registration to be owned, so if he's not got them registered, it would be breaking the law and could be considered a malicious act.

J: Who would go into their exam and know that?

Me: You want to be a barrister and you keep talking about that friend who's a lawyer. The registration requirement is from an act, so at some point I imagine it'll be relevant to a lawyer.

J: But why do you care?

T: It is actually a good point, because it could be relevant to the question, but let's see if it mentions the bird later in the scenario.

(Later in the scenario) T: Kevin attacked Amy's dog Steve. Kevin is a peregrine falcon. Kevin is not registered.

Me: *smug smile at J*

J: Why do they expect us to know that's necessary?

Me: Well, I imagine if it didn't matter, they wouldn't bother telling us. Also, it wouldn't attack a dog unless something had happened so it sounds more like Steve attacked Kevin first.

J: What is with you?

Me: If you'd prefer, I can not tell you anything and get a better answer than you because I know more.

[warcats-cat]

human interaction!!

what's your favorite thing to write? what's your favorite part of the writing process? your least favorite?

what other fandoms, besides the ones you've written, would you want to write for in the future? If you were forced to write something about a fandom you knew very little about (let's say you get a summary of the plot and characters, plus whatever you might've absorbed via fandom posts from your mutuals), what fandom do you think you'd have the most luck with and why?

if you create OCs, what's your favorite OC that you've created? have you created any villain OCs? do you prefer Gen fics or romantic fics (both to read and to write)? who's your favorite comfort character? who's a character that probably shouldn't be comforting, but is anyway? who's a character that other people seem to love, but you just don't get the hype?

I hope this helps a little!! I'm always down to chat and trade asks!

20 questions 🤣🤣🤣 ok:

1) my favorite thing to write is also my favorite thing to read! Hurt/Comfort!!!!!

2) Most favorite part - Daydreaming about the characters/storyline while pretending to be mentally present at work!

3) Least favorite part - Making the words go 😢

4) I usually write what I know best at any moment - I've been eyeing some of the art/fic in the FNAF fandom lately but just kinda dipping my hands in, not really ready to dive in. I just love my Sanders Boys, ya know?

5) I think I could BS something from one of the classic animes, like Death Note or Naruto. I did watch Ouran Highschool Host Club and a few other sillier animes but my fandom experiences with those ended at looking at fanart. ((Wait, can Pokemon count? Can I do Pokemon? I know some Pokemon 👀👀👀))

6) my OC's are my DND characters and by far my favorite is Ink of Dreams, my cat-person thief 😍😍. Also Thistle, who isn't really an OC so much as my OC's pet 😅😅😅 If anything I guess HE would be my "favorite" because I talk about him all the time and he's in three dnd campaigns and I had a plushie made and I'm trying to have a movable puppet made...

7) RN I have a villain OC for a WIP I'm working on (read: poking with a stick like a dead animal) and I do enjoy writing her very much. She is an agent of chaos and I hate her so much, it's great 💜 I don't have a lot of experience doing the just straight up ridiculously depraved, but writing her is also giving me practice for writing future LRH adjacent fics involving Gabriel 👀👀👀

8) uuuuhhhhhh I like cuddles 😅😅😅😅 I'm fine with both, just not big on smut. I think I'm a little bit romantically starved tbh because sometimes I pull up a comfort fic that I know is gonna make me cry because I just kinda *need* to cry if that makes sense? I'm asexual and finding a romantic partner is hard 🥲 But anyway yeah I'm fine with both! RN I'm on a baby fic kick so send me babies 💜💜

9) My current comfort character is Patton from Sanders Sides, and no one is surprised. 😅 I just vibe with him a lot because in also a very emotionally-open and emotionally-invested person, I tend to be a caretaker and I like to be prepared in case someone around me needs help. And RN with fandom drama especially, I just feel connected with Patton. I also experienced a period of my life where I tried to help but made some mistakes and then was demonized and called an abuser, manipulative, gaslighter, horrible person and then I found out I was autistic so the things I was doing (like leaving a party to sit outside and decompress when I was overwhelmed and crying) weren't as common-sense and understood as I thought (aka said behavior was called me going off and crying to isolate people and make them come take care of me) ANYWAY. It's kinda funny because I've always bounced between Patton and Virgil for TS; it was mostly Virgil at first and then I had a gap where Good Omens took over, and then it was back to TS but now more vibing with Patton

10) I can't really think of a comfort character that would be considered "not good" besides like. The characters I call my "Anime Boyfriends", Jake English and Dirk Strider from Homestuck, but that's more because like,,, the creator of Homestuck kinda uses a *lot* of slurs,,,, but also I only read like 1/4 of the whole comic,,,, and I go off of fanon interpretations,,,, from ask blogs c2012,,, so.........

11) I do not understand the obsession with Janus and Remus. I'm gonna admit - I don't like them in canon. At all. I am ok with most fanon interpretations, but I just don't like them. I like the "Core Four" (Logan, Virgil, Patton, Roman) and that's it. And I do NOT look forward to the "orange side". And to be 100%, I get frustrated because I want to read poly fic of just the core four and so many people are tossing Janus and Remus in the mix and I just want to find the ones that don't and it takes *forever* to filter out all of the different variants of ships. 🥲 obv I'm not going to tell anyone else to stop enjoying their ships and characters, but I'm not gonna go searching for the stuff that I don't enjoy, either.

Thank you for the ask friend!! 💜💜 it's very much appreciated lol, and a lot of your questions really made me think 😅😅

[hyperinfinitesouda]

🎁🥳MY BIRTHDAY ART TRADES ARE NOW OPEN❣️🥳

If you'd like to draw GeniSouda for me, I will gladly draw 2 characters for you in exchange!

I have plenty of art trade experience, so I will communicate with you throughout the process, and even explain how an art trade works if you're unfamiliar or nervous! Totally valid!

Above are all of my art examples!!🎨🩷💚🩵🤎🖤💛🩶🤍

Any level of artist is welcome to join so long as you put love into your work!

Are willing to draw 2 characters.

And color it!

No shading required, but you're welcome to if you wish!

Art trades are great for practice! Community! And getting your art seen by others! Plus becoming a reputable art trader, the more you do it, the more people will trust that you're legit.

I'd prefer whatever theme you choose for GeniSouda not be Christmas themed, only because I'm not in the mood for Christmas all year😅

If you're comfortable with it, I'd love to add your art piece to my starting soon screen on my twitch streams! But not mandatory if you don't want that.🙂

However, birthday theme is ALWAYS WELCOME!!🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 If this is your first art trade, I'll gladly walk you through it! But please note that if you do need or want to back out for any reason, you won't receive art either. I believe that's only fair.

🔻Consider the idea of your art being shown on every one of my future streams, and credited of course! It could potentially get more people to check out your art too! (Not guaranteed, but it's possible for sure!!)

🩷This is an odd offer I have, but wanted to throw out there as an option as well🩵

If you yourself don't want to draw, but you'd like to buy a commission from someone else for me, I'd be willing to do that as a trade as well. I will still provide you with art so long as I receive GeniSouda art for myself☆♡◇

🩷🖤💙Bottom line is, I really want GeniSouda art as a birthday gift to myself, and I can only obtain it this way at the moment. It's ok if you take a long time, if it's not done until after my birthday, it's fine, I just desire art. I will send you updates and progress sketches and all that during the process!

🩷💚🚀⚡️If you have questions, my socials are linked in my twitch bio!

Instagram @ HyperInfiniteSaturn

Tumblr @ HyperInfiniteSouda

Twitter if you need it, but I don't use it. Only if you have to🙄 @ HyperInfiniteS.

💖ART TRADE OFFER❤️

If you want twitch emotes and are willing to do a trade with me, I'd be happy to work something out with you!

If you're willing to draw art of GeniSouda for me (not emotes, I mean regular art. Half or full body please and thank you☆♡◇)I'd happily draw you some emotes in exchange!

[mr-missani]

hi it's me

hey welcome, i'm kaleb, but you can call me kj or missani if you'd prefer. i use he/him pronouns ☆

i'd say this is an art blog but it's also just a jumble of my hyperfixations bc i haven't committed to organizing it that well yet

i'm an autistic adult with a full-time job and terrible social skills so i can never promise quick responses or a lot of activity but always feel free to interact and i'll try to get back to ya whenever i can

here are some links and info that could be useful ig:

blog FAQ

my commissions are OPEN! find the info here

some of my main tags my art | my ocs | sketchbook | illustrations | kj speaks all of my ocs are also individually tagged under their own names on my blog

linktree for socials (most relevant listed here) > toyhouse > instagram > art fight > inprnt

extra info > i sometimes do art trades, especially with mutuals. feel free to reach out, just be aware that i can't promise i'll be able to > feel free to draw my characters but please tag me so i can see and celebrate it!! > don't separately repost, trace, copy, print/sell, or scrape my artwork. if you want to use my art for anything, please ask my permission beforehand and always give credit

[whiteclericmaris]

In my younger years I accepted that I would always be drawn to certain "cartoons/animations". I know some people say "It's just a cartoon" and dismiss the messages some of the series themselves have in a similar way that people dismiss religions. I gave myself the nickname colorfulwatcher in my tumblr account as a basis for this as the cartoons/anime that I was drawn to would usually be colorful. I know Yu-Gi-Oh! Is a prime example of this with the "outrageous" hair some characters have and I do remember a comment somewhere that said "I can't take it seriously with the outrageous hair".

So I would watch anime/cartoon that would be recommended to at least watch and I do prefer sub instead of dub.

When I was younger I didn't really like Yu-Gi-Oh! When advertise on TV. There was just something I didn't like and I don't know if it was the style. However one day I got to watch one episode and I was hooked to it. This was mainly DM back in the day when TV and not streaming was your only option. I don't remember what it was exactly that caught my attention but I was hooked.

Granted Kazuki Takahashi has sadly passed away but I will say that his legacy with Yu-Gi-Oh! To the point of making a trading card game that is still being sold to this day is awesome! Just seeing how much art has been created and converted to a trading card game is cool!

There is something that is charming about Yu-Gi-Oh! and there was a question posed by my Mom about "What will Yu-Gi-Oh! (And Pokemon) teach you about life?" Granted my Mom apologized as when I was younger I couldn't respond to this question and it made me sad and frustrated. As she plays Pokemon Go she said that she sees it brings a community as there were some friends she made through the game. Yu-Gi-Oh! Also brings a community as I remember when younger that I would trade some cards of Pokemon and Yu-Gi-Oh! With other classmates back when there would barely be TV and if you wished to see a series you'd have to watch it at a scheduled time.

I remember making my own 'OCs' and writing about them going on adventures with Pokemon as to be honest 'school could barely keep my attention'. Whenever there would be a class I started a habit of writing about my own 'OC' incorporating the knowledge that was passed down through classes and the place that this was most evident was in science class. I remember writing about how magicians could control their cells and even recently I did some worldbuilding with some of those OC's but eliminating the Pokemon. It's interesting where "Oh gosh they would be around their early 40s" and what to come up with would lead you too.

I had an idea about my OC's wanting to publish them as a children's book series. I even had the plan that each of the books would focus around the age of the characters when young to teenager to young adult and adult as there were 4. I didn't do it but I still have fun with my OC's thinking thoughts about what they would do at the moment to commissioning art of them.

In my adult years I thought why not have these 4 (later a 5th) be of different religious background. My main OC would be of "Christian connotations" as although they didn't partake of lent and things like easter mainly focused on the easter bunny. It's how I was raised in my early childhood as the only thing that was Christian connotation celebrated was Christmas. My second main would be pagan/witch culture. My third Jewish and my fourth Santeria. That way we can really say we are in the United States of America as there are people with different religions that can be friends in school.

These OC's have led me to certain adventures and I remember acting out/playing with 'dolls' with my OC more about the magic world and magicians because I always liked magic. Imagine my surprise when I started reading the Bible and in the old testament one thing mentioned by GOD to Moshe was that they will not do the same thing as magicians. I don't remember the exact verse but wizardry/magicians were mentioned in the Bible/Torah (as there were magicians/wizards in Egypt) and it really hit me as one of my favorite tropes was magic and how often it is portrayed in works of 'fiction'.

These days I barely watch as much anime/cartoons as before and I find it hard to choose something to watch when streaming in TV. I haven't forgotten how much Yu-Gi-Oh! and other animes made me feel as I still reblog some pokemon and yugioh artworks. The fanart posted by the brave artists still makes me feel some comfort sometimes to the subject.

However after Pokemon Sword and Shield experience with having to purchase Pokemon Home and the downloadable content I decided that it would be the last Pokemon Games I would experience. As a part of a higher calling I donated most of my Pokemon games and console to St. Jude. Trying to play a Pokemon game I don't find the same entertainment as I did when I was a child and I have learned that GOD does not like Pokemon and to be fair the whole Pokemon games sound like familiars which are also mentioned in the Bible/Torah. I remember how amazed I was that the Torah even mentions some things that are relevant in the present day.

[nbmahoushoujo]

hey so i really do want to start commissions soon, but one thing stopping me is that i don’t know how well i’ll be able to do things on time so i wanna test it out!

followers message me a character (or characters together, up to 3 max!) you’d like me to draw and what type of drawing, and i’ll draw them for free!

here’s a messy chart i made of the 8 different types

(forgive my lack of recent halfbody examples, cropped fullbodies will have to do)

i’ll update this post when i’m not accepting any more, as long as there’s not an update at the top of the post you’re good to go! it’ll help me feel more confident in my abilities if i get a good few requests so i can really try this out, and you get free art from it so it’s a win/win!

a little more info under the cut, didn’t want this to get too long!

I can draw:

Both OCs and characters from other media

Humans/humanoids

Chibi animals

Props

Simple backgrounds (Simple shapes and patterns, you can leave it up to me or tell me if you want something specific like stripes, hearts, stars, etc.)

I will not draw:

Complex backgrounds

Mecha

Anthro furries

Explicit sexual content

Extreme gore

Anything containing hate speech, sexualising minors, incest, etc. (this is the only one i’m against, the others are all lack of skill in those areas)

I will need a visual reference of the character and any other details you would like me to draw, such as specific props, a different outfit, etc. Images made with picrew or other dollmakers are fine!

for now it’s one drawing per person but you can ask for up to three characters in the image with simple interactions

i’d like to do a range of types of drawing so i’ll list what types have been requested here, if you can then try to pick something different:

chibi - coloured sketch (3 characters)

halfbody - full finish (2 characters)

halfbody - coloured sketch (2 characters)

chibi - full finish (1 character)

chibi - full finish (1 character)

bust - coloured sketch (2 characters)

fullbody - coloured sketch (3 characters)

halfbody - full finish (1 character)

bust - full finish (2 characters)

halfbody - coloured sketch (2 characters)

bust - coloured sketch (1 character)

anyway, don’t be afraid to shoot me a message because i really want to get a good amount of requests! i’ll let you know how long you can expect to wait once you sent me a request, because it will depend on how many i’ve gotten

thank you for reading through this mess, since this is an informal experiment with free art i’m not gonna waste energy making this post look professional, it’ll be different with actual commission information lol

you can tell which parts of this were copy pasted from my drafted commission page because it has capital letters in it

[liyuesbian]

✧ pygmalion!au [ningguang]

notes: btw idk how commissions from museums work i just made the process up LMAO and this one's kinda angsty? i mean, it is the pygmalion greek myth so iykyk. also, i describe this figurine of ningguang here but w/o the colour... i've linked it in case any1 needs the reference. (btw, this is not set in ancient greece specifically)

only yesterday had you been commissioned by an art gallery in the capital to create a piece for their up-and-coming collection titled desire, love and identity. yet here you are, slaving away to make the perfect image you had in your head come into fruition. your vision is exquisite once sketched on paper—you can't find any faults in it so you take the risk.

as soon as your chisel meets the marble, a feeling so invigorating dominates your body. no further references are necessary as you place your trust entirely on your hands, coarse from the labour. you find such mindless toil addicting and you work day and night, only stopping for a half-baked meal and the odd collapse into bed.

for months, love streams out of the tips of your fingers and through your sculpting tools to arrive at the stone figure. you sincerely hope the intimate emotion has been reached.

when you finish, you wipe the bead of sweat running down your forehead, rest the other palm on your hip and take slow steps backwards all while maintaining eye contact with the statue. a wave of sweet relief hits you and you fall to the floor, uncontrollably sobbing into tired hands that still grip the hammer and chisel.

it's beautiful.

you stagger, struggling to get up with your bruised knees while clumsily wiping the tears off your stained cheeks. setting the instruments aside, you lift your head to admire your handiwork up close. a woman made of stone sits elegantly atop an oriental chair, crossing her smooth, white legs over each other. her left elbow is propped on the arm of the chair while on the other side, a long smoking pipe is balanced between gloved fingers. around her lies an assortment of objects: a vase containing scrolls, a floor lamp, and a charmingly decorated folding screen.

you see, you had already thought it all out. you'd imagined ningguang's preferences for a life of luxury, her affinity for constructing and sprucing up interiors. she would be a master of the trades and a woman who likes to keep an air of mystery around her. and like how you increasingly project her to be more of a person than she ever will be, there is a creeping concern in the corner of your mind that you will lose your rationality just as quickly.

the sculpture's body is clad in a qipao with a slit that reveals alabaster skin below the waist. the dress—embellished with patterns and neat linings—hugs her figure and shows off a lean build. the extensive train and sleeves of the fabric are shaped curvaceously to mirror the flow of a waterfall. and her face. the section you strived so hard to refine. she stares at you with an imperious expression and a hint of a smirk. her gaze, so piercing, makes you avert your eyes in shyness but you find yourself gravitating back to her profile.

you muster up the courage to draw closer to your creation and unconsciously stroke her cheek with your thumb, captivated. if she were an empress, you'd be a common peasant—undeserving of setting your sights on such a goddess. you can feel your soul being sucked into eyes devoid of emotion—of anything, actually. after all, the woman sitting before you is not a person but an inanimate object.

the weeks following the completion of ningguang—which is the name you've picked up the habit of calling her—are spent in said lady's company. every minute of every day, you surround yourself with her presence as if she is your closest friend. you eat with her, tell her your troubles, even going so far as to decorate her with various types of jewellery and bringing her gifts you think she'd like.

"thank you," you whisper. "for always listening to me." in truth, you're always so immersed in your work that you forgot what conversations could feel like. though, you fear your art would never be on par with something so transcendent ever again.

you become curious, wondering what she would be like if the nymph in front of you were not just a figment of your imagination.

you perch yourself on top of ningguang's stone-cold lap and trace the contours of her visage. you inspect each crease on her lips and the minuscule crinkles in her eyes, applauding yourself for the well-crafted details. you don't know what possesses you but you close your eyes and press your lips against hers, hoping that once you open them, a living being would erupt from underneath the marble. but, of course, as soon as the light hits your retinas, ningguang is as unmoving as ever.

realising what you've just done, you drop off of her thighs and laugh anxiously. however, you could've sworn that you had felt warmth in the lips of your beloved muse.

"i've finally gone mad!" you cry aloud.

hell, you say to yourself, is it even possible to fall in love with such an... an artefact? you dismiss your glaringly obvious infatuation.

"nonsense," you mutter under your breath, sensing your heart breaking slightly. how can something so painfully humanlike also not be human at the same time? you must've caused a tremendous atrocity in your past life to have made the gods harbour a grudge against you. of all things, you'd never have guessed that a lifeless piece of art would be the object of your desire.

you can't bear to look at the handcrafted lady any longer and with an anguished face, cover her with a large cotton cloth. the plan was to wait until you could hand the statue over to the curators and try to ignore its existence until then.

for a few days, you act according to the plan, going about your daily routine but eventually, your stoic demeanour crumbles. you lock yourself in your room refusing to eat or believe that your affection would never be returned.

during the hours of sunlight, you weep under your sheets, drowning in self-inflicted sorrow. and at night, you do the same, lamenting over the loss of what could've been your true love. she would've been so perfect in your eyes, your other half, and the only one who could calm this growing turmoil!

the reality pains you. hence, you do the only thing you can do: you pray. you pray to the gods for a miracle, that the light of your life would stride into your room and pull you from the depths of despair... but she never does.

your last day "cohabitating" with the sculpture has arrived and for the first time in—what felt like—an eternity, you open the doors to your workshop. taking a deep breath, you unveil the stationary maiden.

it's still as beautiful as you remember.

you give it a sad smile, wanting to get its departure over and done with. you manoeuvre about the room to prepare the things for the movers who're due to come in a couple of hours. while you go down your little list of errands to be done, you cough and bat away the smoke—wait, the smoke? frantic, you spin around, eyes darting everywhere in search of its origin until they land on the smoking pipe you so intricately moulded for the commissioned piece.

it's strange, you don't recall colouring the statue. and how on earth is smoke coming out of the pipe? suspicious, you approach the motionless entity and almost stumble when you spot its chest rising.

oh lord! — i really must be descending into madness! you clutch your head, clawing at your hair in hysteria.

"stop, please don't hurt yourself." the sound of a low, worried voice penetrates your ears. you shut your eyes tight.

"no, the gods have cursed me! i mustn't listen to your poisonous words!" you exclaim. your state of agitation is alleviated when the woman caresses your tensed arm.

"what has happened to you? i haven't seen you lately either." the tone is more soft and more tender than you had imagined. you release your grip.

"is it really you, ningguang?" your voice cracks at the end, and the woman you sought after witnesses your features twist into an expression of longing and hope.

"yes, my darling. i dare not go anywhere else."

helplessly, you rush to cup her face to check for heat, for the blood traversing under her skin—anything that would prove that your sweetheart is truly alive and breathing. and when you do get the confirmation, you beam, trying to withhold tears born from elation.

you bend down to kiss ningguang, who is still seated on the chair, once, twice, and three times to rid your scepticism. oh, deities! she's real.

"i love you," you declare.

"i know." you watch as the same creases you'd etched on the corners of her eyes spread into a loving half-moon shape and you kiss her again.

you reach a conclusion: you couldn't give away your lover—let alone a live person—to be displayed as part of a museum exhibition so when the workers arrive, you hide your muse away in another room. you apologise profusely and spin a lie, rambling on about how you had nothing to relinquish for the piece you had prepared had been oh-so-viciously stolen by a mob of trespassers!

the movers share with you their sympathies and ask what the work of art looks like and maybe they could sort something out with the authorities. nodding, you recount—so ardently—the details of your divine maiden. you feel heat rush to your face, chuckling when you realise that you'd run your mouth for too long.

in response to this, the two labourers exchange dubious looks as they peer at the static sculpture standing in the middle of the studio—its appearance unmistakably matching your elaborate description.

[runeterrankhaleesi]

hi! can i please get a matchup for league or valorant? i'd like to be matched with a guy, i'm a 5'3 nonbinary person who leans more towards being more masc, and some of my main interests are art and dance. i’m also chinese and trying to relearn some of my heritage/ the language! i would prefer to date someone else who’s also a person of color/not white so we could like share cultures and traditions and just relate to each other more. generally i think i’m a pretty funny person, i have a dry sense of humor usually and i also laugh at a lot of things.

i also have adhd so sometimes i’m all over the place but usually focus my energy on multitasking almost everyday. i’m pretty snarky/sassy and have a lot to say. usually though i go through some depressive episodes since i have bipolar/depression and i also have been through some stuff in the past that was traumatizing/unfair so i’ve been recovering from it for a few years. i would say that i’m pretty hardened by life and i know that life isn’t always fair and it’s just something i’ve come to accept. i think to me it would be super important that my s/o has been through some similar hardships as me, or at least is able to understand what i’m going through and support me especially since in the past i’ve had people do more harm than good.

i guess i would say my type are other people who are also hiding some sadness so we can like, mutually support each other, or people that are like the opposite of me that can lift me up. i can also be a bit impulsive sometimes and outspoken, and i’m also really stubborn and do what i think is the right thing to do. I would say i’m a pretty smart person when it comes to survival or whatever because i’m usually paranoid about things so i just follow my gut instincts. i love animals a lot, especially cats, and i also love spicy food, so much to the point my friends sometimes call me a masochist as a joke lmao. always drenching my food in hot sauce. generally i also am a pretty loud person, i’m clumsy and i bump into things and i have trouble keeping quiet. lastly, i’m also really really affectionate with my s/o, i would cling to them like a koala whenever possible. I looooove physical affection and i’m also touchstarved as HELL. thank you so much for doing this!

[A/N: Hello darling! Me and my matchmaker made your LMMU request for LoL because you gave us so much information that we found that you were perfect for one of the champions so we hope you like this. Thank you!]

I pair you with...

AKSHAN!

Why? Because...

Akshan aims to be "a jack of all trades" so he does everything he can to learn a little bit about everything, and that includes learning about art, dance, culture and etc. He would bring books back home to read during his free time, he'd also bring a couple of books for you if the topic is something you like or it's something he thinks you'll be interested in.

He grew up as an orphan in the streets of Marwi, Shurima. His only family is his late mentor, Shadya. Naturally, he grew curious and went to try and find his parents while looking for the killer of Shadya. It's a shame that he can't tell you anything about his family since all he knew was how to be a sentinel of light. But he would tell you anything about the history, culture, and traditions of Shurima and would bring you to every festival the country holds. You'd exchange jokes and laugh the whole time (Akshan has more of a "bad pun" type of humor).

And just like you, Akshan has gone through quite a lot, especially his near-death experience as a kid. He could never forget that and he could never ever forget how his mentor, Shadya, used the Absolver to resurrect him. Not to mention, the recent events of the Ruination has left him tired, depressed, and scarred. You'd help out each other through the trauma you've felt in your lives and comfort each other through tough times.

Even though you're smart and have great survival insticts, Akshan always makes sure to look out for you. He knows that you can take care of yourself but it wouldn't hurt to be careful, he doesn't want to lose another special person in his life. He's already lost one-his only parent figure-because of a mistake he made.

Since you both like animals, it didn't take long for you two to adopt a pet-a cat. Snuggling and petting the cat after a long day just takes off the stress and weight you've been carrying all day.

He's also a fan of spicy foods. What do you expect, he grew up in Shurima! You'd hold mini competitions and see who has the better and higher spice tolerance. It's funny since both of you are on the same level, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.

Don't worry, he doesn't mind you being loud. He thinks it makes you more fun, friendly, and easy to hang out with. You're not boring like Lucian who's face is always brooding, unless Senna's there.

Definitely calls you "koala bear" because you cling to him like a koala would to a tree. Finds it cute that you can't go on a day without getting a kiss or some type of affection from him. And loves the fact that you welcome him home with open arms. The thought of going home to you is what keeps him going during missions, thinking that it'll all be over soon and he could finally cuddle you and smother you in kisses.

💝~Happy Valentines Day!~💝

[You were matched together by @mellonzinho]