#since you all liked my previous sketch so much i felt like posting these sketches as well lol

[camestela]

I am the Devil's minion and he grants my every wish.

[owliellder]

The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x f! Painter Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author Note: I wanna say there's some pretty descriptive talk about depression in this chapter, just as a heads up. Anyways, it's my weekend and I'm going to be absolutely zooted every single day so the next chapter will most likely be out Monday morning PST lol.

Cross-posted on AO3

Session 3: Blocking In Color

It was nearly three weeks until you saw Leon again.

You tried to call him a couple days after he'd left that day, a few more times over the following week, but to no avail. The man was unreachable.

Even though you did your best to convince yourself that you just wanted to get his painting started, "It was an important one", you knew that you were really just worried about him.

You've seen this kind of dismay with the other retired agents that've had a portrait painted in the past, but they at least recognized what they'd been through.

Leon hasn't. You could just tell.

Looking over the sketches you made of his face, you couldn't help but wonder what exactly he'd been thinking about the last time he was here. He seemed so bothered, acting like he was hiding it so well, too.

Then again, you did drop a rather large bombshell on the guy while he was in a pretty vulnerable state, but you thought he knew what the portrait he was going to receive was suppose to mean. Again, most of the retired agents you'd seen were similar to Leon in that regard and even they at least had a basic grasp on the finality of it all. So why didn't he?

You nursed your bottom lip, still staring at the sketches laying in front of you while you sat at one of your desks in the corner. You normally don't come to your workspace unless you're actively painting, yet you'd shown up everyday in hopes Leon would randomly pop in. He seemed like the kind of guy to just kind of show up, anyways...

If you had just gotten a picture that day you've could've at least started working out the positioning for his portrait. Unfortunately, he wasn't in any position mentally to put up with anymore of your shenanigans at the time, it seemed.

You really did try your best to get ahold of Leon, eventually giving up a few days ago. You'd already emailed the President, who had been the one to personally commission you unlike with previous ex-agents, letting him know that it's going to be longer than expected. Thankfully he was understanding, knowing rather well how much the whole retirement thing was weighing on Leon.

You'll come back tomorrow and try again. Even the next day, and the day after that if you have to, and so on and so forth.

Guilty. That's all Leon felt right now.

He's been shelled up in his house since the moment he got home after leaving your building, withering away by the minute.

He hadn't showered, barely eaten, only ever really pulling himself from what little comfort his room offered to grab whatever bottle he touched first in the cabinet. Leon didn't care, just as long as it was something.

Chris had been over a couple times after he stopped responding to his messages, doing his best to get him out of the house. Claire had been over a few times more than her brother had, bringing groceries once she'd heard about the sad state Leon was keeping himself in.

It broke both their hearts, but they could only do so much for him. Leon was stubborn, head strong, he wasn't the kind to sway to many forces. He had somehow gaslit himself into thinking he was doing well. "Just peachy", even.

Clearly that wasn't the case, both Chris and Claire could see that. They'd have to be blind not to.

Having been in contact with Leon's government-assigned therapist, Chris tried to set up an at-home meeting for him one day. That turned out to be a disaster seeing as Leon was bordering on blackout drunk and could barely keep his eyes open. Not to mention the vomiting.

Claire even tried to bathe Leon. She only got far enough to wash his hair in his kitchen sink, using his vomit-covered mouth as an excuse to keep him over the sink long enough to shampoo his greasy, stringy hair.

All of it was weighing on him too much. He felt so guilty for making his friends feel like they had to babysit him, ignoring everyone's calls and messages, your calls and messages. That kind of thought process quickly spiraled into him reliving the worst days of his life, having to through suffer so many flashbacks and nightmares, not sleeping because of it. He rarely ever felt safe enough to get under the covers on his bed.

None of this is what he wanted. If it were up to him, he'd start all over; be twenty-one again, work as a cop, maybe get promoted a few times, find a girlfriend, start a family, have a normal life. Why couldn't he have that?

Staying awake night after night, Leon would stare at the ceiling in his bedroom and fantasize about the wonderful life he could've had, the happy memories he could've made. It would make him weep, longing for something that never could've been.

Instead, Leon was stuck with endless images of horror, death, and gore every time he blinked, and oh was he bitter about it all. So bitter, so angry, so...

Feeling sorry for himself was all he could do now. Sure, he killed all those monsters and zombies, saved all those people, not once did he think about himself through the years. Now he had all the time in the world to question and wonder, and having to think about himself and what he wanted most made him feel like a needy, greedy bastard.

But wasn't he allowed to be greedy, if only just a little? He had wants, needs, and though he wanted so desperately to change his past, he knew he couldn't. So, what did he want now? That, he didn't know.

Guilty for feeling this way, guilty for wanting different, guilty for wanting anything good for himself.

It took the better part of those two weeks for Leon to finally muster up some form of energy to stumble into his bathroom and shower one afternoon, dizzy and nauseous. The light emanating from the rest of his house was blinding, not having even bothered to close the shades he had on any of his windows. His room was kept a cave and that's where he stayed.

Leon now found himself sitting down in the shower just like before he'd decided to retire, only this time it was mostly to keep from slipping and dying. The last thing he needed anyone to see was him naked and dead in the shower. Embarrassing.

His thoughts at the moment were shallow, still pretty drunk from his bender, head lulling back and forth a bit as his vision spun. He was finally hungry again, the heat from the shower making that all the more obvious as he grew lightheaded, but he didn't know what he wanted.

After managing to actually crawl his way out of the shower, he dug through the pile of dirty laundry at the end of his bed, finding a pair of boxers that didn't smell too terrible to put on.

Leon used the wall heavily for support to walk out into his kitchen, muttering curses under his breath at just how bright it was. Opening his freezer, he stared at the meal prep containers left by Claire, grabbing one to attempt and read what she'd wrote on the sticky note attached to the lid.

That's right... She made him little meals, even putting them in the freezer so they didn't go bad as fast. All he had to do was put it in the microwave.

Simple enough, he could do that.

The one he chose was meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Just the sound of it had his stomach rumbling and his mind craving the comforting taste of a home cooked meal.

The first few bites in made Leon feel nauseous again, but once those bites hit his stomach the feeling immediately gave way to just how hungry he actually was.

He tried to pace himself, he really did try, yet he managed to devour the food in front of him in a matter of minutes, only pausing every few seconds to breathe. It felt so good, something warm in his stomach. Filling in all the right ways. Once he finished, he pushed the empty container away and just laid his head down sideways on the cool countertop, closing his eyes as he let the food settle.

As much as he wanted to degrade himself for acting this way, reducing himself to such a weird and pathetic state, Leon didn't have the mind to. All he knew right now was that the warmth that the meal Claire made him. Not to sound cliche, but he genuinely believed he could taste the love cooked into it.

For the first time in what was now two and a half weeks, Leon was awake and alert when Chris and Claire came over again. He'd eaten everything Claire made, holding all the now cleaned containers out to her. It was a silent plea for more, and lucky for Leon, she had just made another grocery trip for him.

Unbeknownst to him, Claire had been cooking here at his house. This entire time he thought she'd been bringing the meals over, assumed to be leftovers from cooking for her family. She did confess to hoping the smell of the food cooking would pull him from his room. It didn't, much to her dismay, but now she was just glad he was up and eating again.

As soon as Leon tried to apologize for dragging her away from her family, she was quick to shut him down with that mom stare she'd developed after having her kids. It worked, especially on him.

Chris was busy chatting up Leon while Claire cooked him another set of meals for the next week. It was hard to converse, but Leon did manage to nod and him as the other man talked about some random encounter he had the other day while out driving.

It was strange to feel so lively again. Those thoughts still clung to the back of his mind, though all he could focus on were his friends taking care of him like one of their own. Leon feels like he's been a terrible friend lately, seems as though the siblings standing in his kitchen didn't feel the same. He wasn't showing it, but Leon was definitely holding back a smile.

A couple hours had past, Chris opting to stay with Leon and eat lunch since Claire had to head back and help her husband with something.

The hug Claire gave Leon was phenomenal. After the hug he shared with you he's been craving that physical contact more than ever, so finally getting another good squeeze from a friend was boosting his mood.

Chris and him sat, ate, and talked about whatever came to mind, eventually asking about you.

"How's the painting coming along? Do you like the painter?" He smiled, looking at Leon with wide, curious eyes. That man always had a smile gracing his features.

Leon shrugged, taking a sip from the water he poured himself not too long ago. He was pretty dehydrated after solely drinking alcohol for the past couple weeks. "She's alright. Haven't started the painting yet."

Chris raised an eyebrow, placing his arms on the counter and crossed them as he leaned forward slightly. "Just 'alright'?" he emphasized the word "alright" with air quotes, which caused Leon to scoff.

"What else do you want me to say? I've seen her twice so far and its been fine." Leon lifted his hands up in confusion, palms facing the ceiling as he watched the man sitting next to him rolled his eyes dramatically. "C'mon, she was amazing for Claire and I- Okay, how about this..."

Chris repositioned himself so his entire upper body was facing him now, leaning in a little closer to ask another question. "Do you like the room she works in? Cause I thought it was pretty comfy. When she was focusing on Claire's part of the portrait, I took a nap over on that rug she had. All those pillows mixed with the classical music knocked me the fuck out."

He laughed, shaking his head at memory before looking over at Leon again. "So...? And don't lie to me, I saw that pillow on your couch."

Leon sucked on his teeth and hummed, glancing over his shoulder at his couch. "It's cozy, yeah." He brought his head back forward, patting his hands gently against the counter.

The two chatted for awhile longer before Chris eventually had to leave, giving Leon a firm pat on the shoulder while shaking him a bit. After he left, Leon was left to sit alone and think again, only difference now is he felt better. He was crazy tired, his social battery quickly drained from having his friends around, but he felt good nonetheless.

He wasn't ready at the time, yet after a sober night with solid sleep, Leon woke up the next morning and decided to just text you, hoping you weren't mad at him. Calling would've been too much at that moment, not even have listened to the voicemails you left, or anyone's, for that matter.

His chest felt tight after sending the text, but it was quickly eased about ten minutes later when you responded with nothing but enthusiasm. The smiley face you added at the end of your message made him smile, quickly wiping it away with his hand.

Your next session was arranged two days ahead of time in the late afternoon. Leon wanted to give himself enough time to recollect since he needed to look his best the following weeks. You told him it was time to start with the main painting, which you still needed a picture for.

During that time he finally shaved his stubble, went out and got his hair trimmed, tackled all the laundry he'd neglected, and got his best suit dry cleaned. All thoughts aside, he felt good and wanted to stay this way.

Needless to say, Leon was jittery when he pulled up to your workplace again. He was finally letting himself feel excited again about this painting. If it's anything close to what Chris and Claire's portrait is, then that excitement will only continue to grow the further along you get.

You were already there waiting for him at the door, a gentle smile on your face. That wonderful soft perfume that he missed reaching his nose once more as you lead him up the stairs and through the other door. Chris was right, if he had the opportunity, he'd take a nap on your rug. It looked mighty comfy.

Leon was thankful you didn't ask any questions on his whereabouts, he wasn't ready to talk. You were just as excited as he was about getting the painting started, if not more. Watching you eagerly move back and forth between the larger easel and your desks was a refreshing sight to the man.

You stood at your easel for a couple minutes, just silently looking from the blank canvas to where he was sat. You told him to get into a comfortable position, prompting him rest his right leg on his left knee, leaning back and to the side so he was sitting at a slight angle, arms resting on the chair's armrests.

You stared at him for a few seconds, tilting your head side to side with your eyes squinted. "Let me just-" you spoke in a hushed voice, walking over to Leon before cautiously reaching out to rest one hand on the underside on his chin while the other hovered over the side of his face.

You weren't an idiot, you knew what his absence was from. So you made sure to be careful with him, knowing he was probably still pretty fragile. Only gentle and cautious touches for Mr. Kennedy.

So close yet so far. His skin tingled in your hands wake, and god he hoped you couldn't notice his blush.

You could, but you wouldn't say anything. Besides, you weren't faring well yourself, hands a little shaky as you touched his face.

Leon just let you move his head to whatever position you wanted, his eyes now half-lidded as you had walked back a couple times to get just the right angle. You pulled away for a final time with a small "aha!" and he wished you would hold his head for just a little longer.

The floor where your easel sat was marked with an 'X' made with painter's tape, making it easy for you to stay in the right spot for the photo once you pushed the easel out of the way.

"Don't move." You held your hands up after analyzing his position, quickly hurrying over the corner opposite of your desks to grab a bulky camera that sat atop a tall tripod. You worked as fast as you could, knowing as long as you had a picture with him in this position then this whole process would go so much smoother.

You didn't even have to ask Leon to smile or look up at the camera since he was sitting there with a rather dopey smile, his eyes remaining trained right on yours. Nice and natural. He looked relaxed which is exactly what you wanted.

Just as a precaution, you took multiple pictures, giving him a thumbs up once you figured you'd gotten enough. His head back to rest on the chair at the okay, listening to the sound of you walk over to your laptop after untwisting the camera from the tripod. You printed out 3 copies of the photograph and taped one to a stand you had brought over to sit next to the easel, making sure it sat eye level to you.

The ball was finally rolling, now having what you needed to start with the main sketch. When Leon lifted his head up, he noticed that you were ready, sucking in a sharp breath through his nose while he shifted a little to get back in just the right position.

You twirled your pencil between your fingers before beginning to roughly sketch out the chair, eyebrows furrowing as you focused. Leon could see your expression, how intensely you zoned into your work. It was incredibly admirable and he found himself fully content in just watching you do your thing.

It didn't take long before you had sketched out his general shapes, now walking over to take the sketches you made of his face out of your sketchbook to clip up right next to the reference photo. The more finer details would be added later, but you wanted to get just the basic shapes of his face.

That didn't take long either, because before Leon knew it, you were telling him it was okay to talk. He was pretty animated with his hands when he talked, so you kept him quiet until now.

"Am I easy to draw?" Leon spoke with an almost sultry tone after a few seconds of you telling him he could speak. It threw you off only a bit, carding your fingers through your hair as you took one step back to look at what you had so far.

"I wanna say yes and no." You responded, catching his questioning look from the corner of your eye. "You're easy to sketch out, yes, but your hair is giving me trouble." You could hear a low chuckle rumble from his chest as you stepped back forward. "Hey, you asked." You laughed back.

"I know, I know." He shook his head with a poorly hidden grin, tilting his head down to try and hide it a little better. You immediately pointed your pencil at him, not taking your eyes off the canvas. "I said you could talk, not move." Your sarcastic tone made him chuckle again, slowly lifting his head back up with a sigh.

"Yes, ma'am." You could just hear the smirk in his words, causing you to let out a sigh of your own.

By the time the sun had started to set, you had blocked out all the simple colors for the painting. Right now, it just looked like a very bland and abstract painting. It'll come together, slowly but surely. Trust the process, as people say.

Leon was in awe already, having stood up to look at your progress as you washed your hands over in the small bathroom. Oil paints smeared something fierce and as much as you loved your job, you did not want feel oily at home.

"It already looks stunning." You heard the man say from where he stood in front of the easel. It wasn't quite registering in his brain that it was him on that canvas just yet, but hopefully soon it would.

He wanted to recognize himself in something as wonderful as your art.

[annawayne]

Hello Anna <3 I hope you are doing well 🌻

Can you answer questions for the artist game 2, 7, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 16, 29 :)

I like your art and I want to you talk more about your art. 🥐🥐🥐

Oh, hello-hello!

Thank you so much for these kind words and for your interest! And, haha, I see that you've read the previous post, too 🥐🥐🥐

2 most popular piece?

It's ironic how one of the most popular pieces is the one I don't like :D But this is it!

Another popular one, is this one, but in this case, I still love this art (sometimes I wonder if I'll be able to create something like this ever again...)

7 easiest thing for you to draw?

It's a very interesting question! Let's say, on the stage of the rendering, it's, how ironically it wouldn't sound, but backgrounds! I know that usually it's considered like the least thing you would name as "easiest", but somehow, it works for me...

9 whats something you always come back to when drawing?

Hm, very good question. I think, it's this simple thought that everything, in reality, doesn't have an end: drawing, no matter how good you are, is about constant studying, and this is also the beauty in it. I always try to keep it in mind, but when I start drawing, every single time I recall this idea, and, at some point, to be honest, it's also reassuring.

10 how do you deal with artblock?

You know, I must tell you that I have never had an art block. Demotivation and discouragement? Yes, and not because I can't draw what I imagined, but primarily because of the reach since I wish my arts would be seen more, but other than that - even if I had some small moments when I felt like something wasn't going the way I would like to - I felt upset and sometimes disappointed, but never to the point of artblock. So, in my case, the answer will be a bit different: when I have such moments, I just step away from it and let these feelings not interfere into my art process. Drawing or writing with such low emotions which whisper to you how "you're failing to match your imagination" (which, in fact, are nothing but lies) is a huge emotional turmoil and also, some kind of torture, so instead of forcing myself into it, I just let these emotions live and die as quickly as they appear. During this time while I'm away from drawing/writing, I try to distract myself with something usual like reading, for example. So, yes, that's it!

11 do you listen to anything while drawing?

Yes! I usually listen to lectures/discussions, this kind of content, or to the music - when it comes to it, I try to find the matching pieces of songs to the vibe of the drawing, so it also helps me to set the mood :3

For example, for this art, I was listening on repeat Eric Satie, and I hope it gave the mood to this art the one I hoped to achieve

12 describe your process while drawing

Thank you for this question! It all starts with the idea itself, usually it just pops up out of nowhere, or some official art happens, and the image of what to draw strikes me very clearly. Sometimes, I can have some ideas, and they float around, until the moment I realize how I want the art to look like. After that, I gather some pose references, and start sketching. How much the sketching stage takes, it depends on the art itself: sometimes, I can sketch it for 20 minutes, sometimes - for hours. When the sketch is ready, I do the flat colours: just basic shades to understand the palette, and after that - the general colorization of the art (the group with different layers such as Brightness/Contrast, Gradients, Solid Colours, Hue/Saturation etc), which changes through the process. And then, rendering! Now, I have the scheme: firstly, skin rendering + hair, in between - background, step by step; clothes; additional details; the general work with lightning; shades/volumes; final touches, and here we are!

13 talk about a wip you like!

Currently, I'm working on JeanPiku and AruAni double date, and while I think it's quite good piece, there are two WIPs I'll be working on after that, and I must tell you that this solo question made me *wheezing* because I'm both excited and a bit scared to work on them :D One of this WIPs is related to Ancient Greece mythology (sorry for not sharing details, since I want to keep it as a small surprise), and another one based on this official Annie art from brave order with pipa, and, off course, Armin too :3 I really hope I'll do justice to these ideas, and you'll like them!

16 how do you motivate yourself to draw?

AruAni (and JeanPiku) motivate me to draw! :D

But on more serious note (my first answer is still serious), it's as simple as it is - I can't simply not to draw. The drawing itself motivates me because it allows to tell the stories, to live through so many emotions and many scenarios. And, honestly, for me, it's more than enough.

29 do you use a lot of references while drawing?

I use reference for the poses - that's yes, my must have, since I try to make it quite "humanly fluid", and even if I study anatomy, I prefer to have references to always double check. As for composition and colour palette- no, it's always my free flight of imagination :D So, basically, I use references for characters and for some specific details, like furniture or flowers, for example.

Thank you a lot for all these questions! It was really interesting to answer, and it helped me to distract myself from everything, thank you so much, and have a good one :3

[thebirdarts]

My 2023 Year in Art

Because of my sporadic drawing, I just picked 12 pieces of mine, spread out across this year, that i felt had an impact or shows an one on my overall artistic style, from the first time I've experimented with something, and when i solidified it.

i nerd out over my own drawing under the cut!

In chronological order, starting with my portrait of my first WOTR commander, Alaun.

Original Post!

Not only is this is representation of me getting into WOTR, its one of the first times i did smoother and softer shading, something i haven't really done since. Additional, i can easily see the line between the metals i rendered here and Cecio & Celia's more stylized metallic elements. I miss Alaun, he was ahead of his time as a good kc of mine. its a fairly big full piece, and one I'm still proud and fond of today!

Original Post!

Estinian! god i miss ffxiv... Here is the root of my bright idea to use pencil brushes for colored shading, to get a textured gradient, and i used it in the metallic golds. its also my biggest art post on this blog! it is a big & detailed piece, and seemed daunting at the time, but i just put in the time, and was rewarded for trying to make sense of the armor [i used my own dragoon as a model for how thing actually interacted & what was what] Im still stupidly proud of it. it was my second piece of FFXIV fanart, and the beginning of many more!

MURA! original post

Given this is about drawings that have impacted me, i think this one is an easy contender for the one that's done so the most. Drawing Mura reminded me how much i loved fashion & clothing, and drawing it! I've always has a tremendous amount of fun with her drawings, and it all started here!! Mura also was the first time i repeatedly used a colour pallet for a character, with her pinks and purples now ingrained into my mind!

Original Post

Out of all my drawings, Estinian and Mura are tied for how much ive drawn them, which Estinian has an advantage due to my large bank of FFXIV screenshots & my redraws thereof. This was great fun, not only for understanding the armor better, but having fun experimenting in colour pallets! something i can see has carried on into my non-literaly coloured Celia & Cecio drawings!

Mura<33 original post [has link to its original art]

My first head only drawing in a long time, and somewhere where i experimented with coloring, as well as the introduction of Muras netted and braided hairstyle! in fact, you can see the visible brush strokes as what would eventually be the stylized shading used in my more recent portraits! The shattered stained glass. looks cool as hell. and was my first time majorly experimenting with layer options, something that would become very common for me.

Mura again<3 original post

Look narrowing it down to three was hard, i drew her so much, she really re-inspired me to draw. Lighting<33 you can really see here the style i would use on Cecio, just using a pencil brush rather than a roller one. its a piece Im very proud of, and one day i will light everything as consistently as this

Miss Star-Sailer<33 original

Expanding the working with a limited color pallet from Mura, and once again rendering metals, this piece of my wol has a special place in my heart. just... her<33 She<33 her muted and dark colour pallet, her expression... i love this one<33

GEORGIE!!! original

my baby boy<33 Im finally drawing curls... and the brightly coloured iris & tiny white pupil may have become a thing of mine.

Celia<33 original

the limited colour pallet, the non literal colours, the sketch peeking through, the shading on both clothing and skin, the hair? this is like the payoff to all theses previous drawings. i used a different pencil brush, and goodbye 6b and hellooo procto pencil!!!!

Cecio<3 original

If the previous drawing was the payoff, this is one of the stages of refinement, taking the new stylized skin shading and applying it to a portrait where the face is the focus, and damn!! Cecio<3

original

A compositional outlier, this piece earned its place for me revising what has to be one of the most drawn compositions of mine - the eye. In many ways its the closing loop of a full circle, the brushstrokes exactly how i would shade with my pencil on paper, the lines and movements coming naturally to me, in an entirely different medium. the main difference is colour, while my pencil drawings were firmly grayscale and i resisted all attempts to get me to use colour, this is practically a sunset, using my knowledge of not just colour but layer filters to create bright and overly saturated variations. full circle, just add colour.

Original

And the final piece! a portrait of Cecio, showing off all i have developed, from the metallics, to the stylized shading, colour pallets, the use of filters for alternate versions, the hair, the face, the new brush!!! its not my last drawing of 2023, but its a fitting end.

- end note.

if you will permit me to get sappy, 2023 has been hell of a year, but damn if it hasn't been pointing upwards. in 2023 i came to understand i was disabled, and my whole life changed course. My art became not just a hobby or skill of mine, but will be my main source of income once i graduate. my existing friendships have strengthened, and so have my online ones, ive met so many new and awesome people. seeing everyone's tags, comments and reactions to my art has been amazing, and thank you all for that. i have seen so many amazing artists and writers who inspired me to better myself, and also to focus on what makes me unique.

2023 has been a hell of a year, but thanks in no small part to some of the most amazing people i've had the privilege of knowing, it been a damn good one.

its been tough, coming to realize your physically disabled and having to rewrite your life plan was hard. its been overall up, but there have been some spikes down. im aware, that every year i say i cant get happier, and then i do, i break though another barrier, reach another high.

im not saying that this year, because i know next year will be better, and the year after that, as i have the opportunity to steer my own life, it will improve in ways i cant even think of now.

Thank you, all.

[bosskie]

More Practicing

I would really like to draw some 'proper' traditional art but I don't have enough time for it since well, then I would like draw/paint for 10 hours barely taking any breaks... So, I just focus on this quicker stuff.

But yeah, I really wanted to draw yet another Molluck from a difficult perspective, and I chose that expression because I love his teeth... And while I was looking for my reference frame (Yes, I look at those cutscenes frame by frame.) I noticed new things about Molluck's head... Man, even I have been looking at him so closely for 2½ years I still notice new stuff!

Frankly, I wondered if I would show that previous sketch at all since I tend to think that my sketches ain't worth of seeing but well, I can still show them like this. Yeah, I'm not personally a fan of my own work and see just a messy sketch here, literally too since my hands and desk got messy while doing this... I drew this before I went to sleep (+ improved after waking up) and it helped me to feel better and relax since I felt quite depressed before drawing this... Molluck just helps me so much to keep my head together...

Also I would like to say that I have been wondering the fate of that 2D Molluck game thing I have been doing and well, I think that the best thing would be that I just finish the stuff I have already implemented and move on since I gotta learn other kind of game development tools but also 3D stuff. I'll show you that 2D Molluck game (again) after I have finished that stuff but in a silly way since well, I can imitate Molluck and the Sligs. I still use quite often my Molluck voice to entertain myself... Frankly, I also miss doing those dubs... I'm just too busy to have time (and energy) for that stuff...

Welp, I can do still some creative stuff regularly for my studies since I'm doing another 2D game project thing but I don't know if I'll release it. But I can say that that game is kinda about my own mental health issues and decisions matter in that game. It's not about Molluck, so I'm not gonna really talk about it here but I can say that yes, I'm studying game development stuff (programming, graphics etc.) since I wish to become a game developer. So, this is the biggest reason why I let that particular Molluck game to be but I just change what I do to 3D Molluck stuff (maybe I still do some 2D stuff but using another programming language). I just see inside my head how awesome it would be to do Molluck and his office in 3D! And well, then make it as something playable and/or animated.

Of course, I won't charge for that stuff if I release something in public since I do not own Molluck and I'm doing that stuff just to learn and out of love. I just cannot help myself but I love that Gluk so much... He just means so much to me... He is like the cutest thing for me too...

Yes, this was my reference for that previous sketch, and I just somehow love his face so much here... His expression is just so adorable... Well, I feel like Molluck looks cute to me no matter what expression he has... I just love the way he looks like when he is angry too, though I don't still like him being angry in a sense of that I wish him to feel good.

Oh, and well, I don't know if you saw that OWI's 'Molluck's Majesty' (Molluck dress up thing but with dresses) post but since I saw it I have truly been wondering what like Molluck would look in a dress... Frankly, it would be a somewhat practical outfit for him! Molluck is such a pretty Gluk like he is but man, I'm actually curious to see him in a dress and wearing some pretty jewelry... He could show off his beautiful hands and arms! I'm not sure what kind of dress it would be but maybe pink with pretty details since well, like you might have noticed, I think that pink does suit Molluck. I'm not even a fan of pink myself, so yeah, that's not the reason for it.

Yeah, some Molluck stuff again, kinda to distract myself too since like I have told you, I suffer from self-hatred and depression. Sometimes I think that there's no darkness when Molluck is around (his eyes glow). It really touches me to think that... He is kinda a sign of that there's still light inside me because he is just imagination. I just feel too bad to really think about my 'real' loved ones, what they would think if I, well, did something awful to myself since my ill mind just wishes that they didn't care, makes me feel sorry for them to have me... I have a difficult condition and it has kinda gotten worse despite of the help, even some stuff has gotten better too.

But yeah, Molluck basically gives me life.

[takumihum]

GerIta Week 2023 - Day 7 - Engagement/ Weddings

My first GerIta fanart is 100 % finished

Long post, skipping the read to just enjoy the pics if you want. Those who take time to read are even more appreciated. Either way, thank you.

Now, enjoy!

Note: English is not my first language so pardon any mistakes there *hug*

The royalty regalia wedding outfits were designed carefully and creatively with my imagination and creativity, after referencing lots of sources for fashions in various periods in history. They are all inspired mostly by ancient historical medieval German and Italy Fashion feat some of the likes in other nations mixed in a little. That’s all for the brief description of costumes since explaining in detail would be too time-consuming…..

Here’re my outfits design sketches for Italy and Germany ..... and some random materials of references in endless sources I’ve based on (source mostly from world4.eu .....)

As GerIta melting like ice on a desert in each other passionate endearing yet soft gentle hugs and kisses vowing and exchanging wedding rings, they happen to find out previous lives in sudden rememberance.

In one life, they were enemies to lovers but unable to marry due to wars. In another life, they were King and Jack of the kingdom of Heart in which Feliciano chasing after Ludwig. Then in other lives, they were couples, in the form of kittens, in shapes of mochis, and so on.

Any boundaries, whatever circumstances, they always fell in love with one another. Despite being human, animal, unknown creatures, or living in what universe, era, or countries speaking what languages, Love found them always. They were destined to be together. Ever since forever till now and forever more. Everlasting love felt so illusional still real no less.

P/S : Actually the colors and effects vary up to the light's difference Some parts were eaten and ruined by cockroaches while I was busy doing other stuff and forgot to put the drawing away…..

Fortunately, I’ve had experience in drawing and fixing traditional art so it turned out nicely, not bad at all

I did want to write some more lines for other details,like the national flowers or especially the gigantic magical iridescent flying creatures and such but that’s all for now …..

Base reference is forgotten, I will add it later when I find it.

P/S 2: I do want to share lots of pics but that would be beyond too much…. Thank you for looking at my drawings. Have a nice day/night in your area

Thank you @geritaweekso incredibly much for holding the event and everyone participating enthusiastically

@geritaweek

[epiicaricacy-arts]

(reblogs appreciated 🫶)

and this is my girlfriend. everyday she comes home from work and i’ve done the cooking and the cleaning and i kiss the very ground she walks on. if she gets mad at me i just straight up die.

process discussion utc

it’s the matching one to my lyney drawing 👍

as much as i like the lyney drawing, i have a lot of problems with it, namely the anatomy and how flat all the shapes felt.

the problem is specifically around the pelvis and i think it’s cause he wears a skin tight suit and i didn’t want to have to draw..

well you know what i mean.

it’s gonna be a problem i’ll have to find a solution to somehow 😭

so, for this lynette piece, my focus was to make sure the shapes felt more 3-dimensional and had actual depth to them, taking care to specifically target the torso area so she didn’t just look like a flat shape

i also wanted to make sure i actually rendered the latex properly 😭 i don’t know why it didn’t really register to me that that’s what the material is in lyney’s drawing, but i took the extra time to make it shiny!!

these two drawings have been a lot of experiment with strong shadows and light simultaneously, and i think in those areas i’ve definitely improved!

i wanna talk about the composition of this piece since i had a lot of thoughts when making it

similar to lyney’s, i went through many iterations of the composition, most of which aren’t shown in this post. however unlike his, i had more restrictions in mind when deciding the pose and angle.

i wanted to accurately portray lynette’s personality with her pose, but i also wanted to push it a bit to add more movement to the piece, since i felt lyney’s was a bit stiff in comparison to the thumbnail. i wanted to make sure the energy in the thumbnail translated to the final piece, and i think i did pretty well?

however, i had 2 rules in mind when trying to create said thumbnail:

1) avoid making anything too similar to her splash art

2) avoid posing her in such a way it could be read as sexualization

my problem with drawing girls is always that i want to keep pushing their poses as far as i can, but i stopped to ask myself why when drawing lynette. well, thinking back to media such as Marvel posters and other female character splash arts (both genshin and non-genshin) it’s usually to show off her body..

but since i’ve been surrounded by art like that all my life, that became my instinct. it was natural because that’s what my brain pulled from previous media i’ve seen before.

i almost went with the backward angle for this drawing (as seen by the bigger iteration in the 2nd image) but after considering lynette’s design and the proper anatomy to complete said sketch, i scrapped it.

and of course, not all drawings of female characters are inherently sexual, but given the type of media i was drawing for, it would most certainly be read that way

i wanted lynette’s drawing to mirror lyney’s, but to also be able to function as a standalone piece. lynette, of course, exists outside of her job/her connection with her brother, so i tried to portray that individuality while also acknowledging their similarities (e.g the round framing shape, stepping out of the background, the cat companion)

in the initial iteration (left), her left hand is almost covering her face. lynette’s role is a “low-profile magic assistant,” so i thought having her try to hide her face would be an accurate portrayal.

however, i decided to go with the second iteration (right), in which she’s using her hand to direct attention towards the cat as she uncovers it with the cloth. as a magician in the spotlight, trying to hide herself away would be redundant, and it would be more professional to divert the audiences gaze rather than hope it isn’t on her.

both a storytelling element and another bit of framing!

i chose to have her other hand behind her back since

1) the composition would be too crowded if it was more visible

2) back to the “hiding away” idea, having her arm visible would just be another piece to potentially have attention on rather than the actual trick. her eyes are also looking down towards the cat rather than at the camera, unlike in lyney’s piece. the attention is all on him, she simply serves to help divert it

and yeah!! that’s all i have to say for this piece. i like writing these discussions, and i’m glad people like reading them! it’s nice to have a place to write about my thoughts behind a drawing, so as long as people are enjoying them, i’ll keep talking 👍

thank you for reading!! 🫶🫶

[tsubasagirl]

All Yours (NSFW! Gladion x afab!Reader)

18+!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! Gladion and reader are aged-up 18 year olds (unlike the canon ages where Gladion is 13-16 and the protagonist is 11), therefore they are consenting adults. I don’t intend to write anything illegal here… Also this is my first time writing actual smut, and I’ve been imagining/fantasising about this one-shot(?) for a long time now. There is another smutty Gladion x afab!Reader (possibly a sequel to this one) that I’ve also had in mind for a while, but I guess we’ll see how this one goes first. Enjoy this whopping 4.3k word long, bitter-sweet/angsty, first time [uh-oh word] one-shot(?)…

Oh and a bonus sketch dump at the end, altho it doesn’t exactly relate to the story and it was drawn over 2 years ago (it’s very self-indulgent; I felt too ashamed and kinda afraid to share it anywhere, especially there being the controversial opinions on self-inserts and all… probably gonna be a tumblr-exclusive art post ahehe…) Of course, there’s just naughty stuff and swearing in here, but nothing extreme to leave a warning about (Also again, as I’ve said with my previous fanfics, feel free to give me any constructive feedback :))

It’s been around a year since I became the champion of Alola, and a year since Gladion became the Aether Foundation president. We also started dating shortly after we claimed our respective roles. We were both often busy doing our own thing, but every once in a while, we would meet up to spend quality time together. Otherwise, we would try our best to get in contact with each other during the little free time we had.

However, from the past few months, Gladion has gotten much busier with his duties as president, so our brief catch-ups via text and phone calls became less frequent, up to a few weeks ago where he stopped contacting me all together. Of course, I’m also busy with my own duties as champion, but as time passes with zero response from him, my mind has been getting more clouded with his absence. It’s for the best if I don’t nag him and let him focus on his work. I’ve also been refraining myself from going to Aether Foundation to check up on him in person, although occasionally, I’ve been asking Wicke on how things have been with him. It was always something like “He’s had to deal with several different responsibilities everyday.” I would also tell her that I trust her to look after him in the meantime, but even so, knowing how reckless and dedicated Gladion is when it comes to accomplishing his goals, I bet he hasn’t been eating or sleeping much…

It’s been almost three months since I’ve last seen him in person. I’m normally content with just texting or calling him regularly, but not being able to play with his soft blonde hair, not being able to stare deeply into his eyes, not being able to melt into his touch — I miss it all so much. I miss him so goddamn much. Whether you wanna see it as deep love or borderline obsession, it’s almost impossible for me to live on normally without it lingering in my mind 24/7.

I mostly have it all together, but it doesn’t help that I’m ultimately just a teenager who tends to get very emotional, sometimes feeling a certain fiery sensation that can’t easily be put out. Every once in a while, when I’m all alone in my room, my mind is completely cluttered with Gladion — I can only visualise his sharp emerald orbs, hungrily eating me up from head to toe, his rasp voice uttering my name with delight, his warm arms wrapped around my form as I immerse into his scent, knowing that he is mine and that I am his — I lose myself in my fantasies of him. Caressing my breasts and fondling their peaks, letting my essence almost soak my bed, massaging my pearl and sliding digits into my folds. It would be sensual at first, but the pace would soon hasten as I think about him more, imagining that it’s him playing with my body, fucking me with his fingers, teasing me with his tongue, satisfying me with his shaft. I want him. I want all of him. I would cry out for him, longing for his love and yearning for his attention.

Now, it’s come to the point where I have a day all to myself… except I have no idea on what to do... How did I end up here? Not mentally but physically standing here in front of the route 8 motel… I’m a mess. I probably look like a fool, having no proper business here, only in sandals, board shorts and a loose tank.

This is where I first met him outside of battle. I just barged in, only to be scolded to get out. What did I even expect back then? Everyone can agree that Gladion comes off as intimidating, and yeah, I was a little frightened when he scolded me, but I also can’t help but chuckle at the memory of that brief encounter. Remembering that moment where you looked miserable after Guzma defeated you, and you muttering how lonely you were… I wish I had met you sooner.

I… didn’t think much into visiting here, huh…? Don’t really have anything else to do… My Pokémon are resting back at home for all their hard work, so it’s just me here at the moment. I hesitantly step into the motel lobby.

I’m greeted by the owner with a gentle smile. “Welco— Oh! Champion [y/n]! What brings you here today?” I nod and smile weakly at her. “Hi. I… just wanted to check something in one of your motel rooms. Do… do you remember the blonde boy who had stayed here up until a year ago?” I stand kinda awkwardly as she thinks for a moment. What am I doing? “Oh, him! The boy who stayed here for two years? My, he sure was a mysterious one. Do you know him?” She looks at me curiously. I stammer, “Y-yes. I don’t know if you know, but from when he left, he’s been really busy taking care of his family business elsewhere, and… he also happens to be my boyfriend, ahehe…” The woman’s face lights up and slightly blushes. “Awww young love! I’m happy for you two.” I scratch the back of my head shyly and blush at the statement. “Thank you, I-I guess… Since he’s been so busy… he… he asked me to come here to find s… something for him… something that he may have accidentally left behind when he was staying here.” What kind of stupid request is this? “Is that so?” She asks with slight confusion. “I don’t recall any lost objects in his room after he left, unless I didn’t check properly.”

She offers the key for the room to me. “No one is staying in there at the moment, so you can take a look in there. I trust that you won’t make a mess in there haha!” I grab the key from her hand and nod, “thank you kindly.” Just as I’m about to turn around and walk out, she suddenly says, “um also, you… don’t look too well. Are you feeling okay?” I pause for a moment, a little caught off guard. Before I put any thought into it, I retort, “I… I’m fine, thank you. Just a bit tired from all the matches I’ve been having lately. It’s… also quite hot today so I probably look a little sweaty haha…” Her concerned expression remains unchanged but she replies, “o… okay… I hope you find the lost thing for your boyfriend. Say hi to him for me.” I only nod in response with a weaker smile. Jeez what is wrong with me?

As soon as I close the door behind me, I stumble my way hastily to Gladion’s former room a little too quickly, fumbling the door handle to unlock it, and bust inside before anyone else sees how much of a mess I am right now. The room is silent and empty. Of course it is. I look around slowly yet frantically, feeling slightly light-headed. Is it the heat, or am I just really tired? What… what am I doing here again? My eyes find a mirror to the right of the room, reflecting my pathetic, slouched posture. God I really do look awful.

My head whips to the bed in front of me. My body automatically flops upon it, slightly bouncing, face first. I groan loudly. I’m such an idiot. I peak one eye to lazily look around the room again. Looks slightly dusty in here. Seems like no one has been here for a while, yet I kinda feel at home. I’m already engulfed by the scent of the bed. Is it just me, or does it smell like him? Am I going crazy? He hasn’t been here it’s been a year of course it’s clean and not fresh with his scent.

I feel a bit more calm as the scent throws me into a trance. I unconsciously release a moan as my hands grip the sheets tightly. It’s like his scent has fully enraptured me. God, I’m hopeless. I tear up, kicking my sandals off my feet and bringing my legs close to me. I don’t care that I’m messing up the sheets at this point. I miss him so fucking much. Before I know it, one of my hands is deep under my shorts and underwear, feeling myself. Not only am I wet with tears but squirming out of horniness. His scent is intensifying the sensation. “Fuck,” I whimper, picking up the pace with my rubbing, “G-Gladion…”

I continue to play with my clit for a few minutes, when I hear creaking from a few rooms down outside. I jolt up and quickly rub my hand dry on my shirt. Crap, my shorts look slightly damp. Hope it just looks like sweat. The door creaks ajar as an oh-too-familiar face peaks from behind it. I briefly freeze in place, gawking at the surprise visitor. He opens the door slowly as he stumbles inside with slight hesitation and possibly shame in his eyes. I suddenly bolt towards him, almost tackling him against the wall as I throw my arms around him in the tightest embrace.

“GLADION! WHAT THE FUCK!” I cry out, sobbing into his shirt. He has one hand rubbing my back and the other caressing my head. He mumbles into my hair, “I’m so sorry, [y/n]. I… don’t think I can give you a good enough of an explanation for being away from you for so long…” I look up at him, feeling like a complete mess but finally whole again, my vision blurry with my overflowing tears. I fight the urge to slap him for making me feel this way, feeling internally destroyed to see how guilty and tired his own face looks. I dig my fingers into his scalp and grumble, “I’m… sorry too… for overreacting like this…” I shove my face into his chest again, engulfing his actual scent this time, “I… I just missed you so fucking much.” He embraces me tighter, stuttering, “you have every right to react this way. I decided to stay away from you so I could focus on my work, yet somehow we still found our way to each other again.”

I pull away and grab his hands, looking up at him again. “Why… why are you here…?” He grasps my hands tenderly and replies, “Wicke forced me to take a day off, and I found myself not knowing what to do, so my only idea was… to come back to where I kinda first started… dunno if that sounds weird…” His thumb rubs onto mind, looking a bit off to the side nervously. I stare blankly for a moment, then giggle, “hehe, funny enough�� me too actually… I also have the day off today and didn’t know what to do. Next thing I knew, I found myself wandering here in hopes I could… see you?” Gladion stares back, wide-eyed for another moment, then chuckles, “well… what a turn of events.” We both laugh nervously but happily, and embrace each other once more. It feels like it’s been such a long time since either of us have been this happy, despite how stupid this situation is.

I tug his hand as I guide him to sit beside me on the bed. We stare at each other in awe, feeling kinda refreshed for the first time in what seems like in ages. “So… how’s everything at the foundation?” I ask, slightly swinging my legs back and forth. “Things have been really busy and strenuous, of course. However, I think I’ve gotten kind of a good hang of operations now,” Gladion explains as he briefly looks off into the distance,  “and better news — from what I heard from Lillie, she’s only been getting much stronger as a trainer, and mother’s recovery has been going really well,” he rambles with excitement in his eyes, which I can only adore helplessly. “I’m glad things are getter better for you,” I say with a smile. He looks back at me, “…how about you?”

My body gets fluttery all over from the sight of his cute face. God how I missed seeing it, it drives me crazy in love sometimes. “Still going strong as champion!” I smile widely as I playfully flex one of my arms, “there’ve been some tough battles, sure, but I’m still the best! Although, I’m curious if you’ve thought up of some new battle tactics yourself, President Gladion.” His face flushes but he can’t help but beam proudly for me and remarks, “[y/n], you know that I don’t like to be called president… but that’s my champion. As expected of you to remain undefeated.” We’re both grinning from ear to ear as we intertwine our fingers. His face suddenly drops as he looks down and lifts our hands off the bed. “Why is it… slightly damp here…?”

Shit. I quickly retract my hand in a panic. My face heats up more. “Um… um you know how miserable I was b-before? Yea, yea, I was… laying here, sobbing like a baby f-from how much I was missing… you…” Gladion stares at me in confusion, retorting, “but… you were sitting right here, and… wouldn’t your head have been on the pillow…?” More panic. My eyes constantly dart between his face and my knees as I ball my hands upon my legs. I can’t think of any other explanation…

“You… you know as teenagers, w-we start feeling particular emotions w-we didn’t feel as kids? Y-you know, puberty and hormones and s-s-stuff…” I stutter uncontrollably. It clicks in his mind almost immediately, evident as his eyes widen and the red in his face deepens. We both look away, equally as embarrassed. God just kill me already. I avoid eye contact with him as we sit in silence for what feels like an eternity. Eventually, I stand up and start making my way to the door. “It was really stupid of me to have come here in the first place I’m so sor—“

Gladion grabs my wrist. I look back, slightly teared up with shame. He has a serious look in his eyes, staring deeply into mine but still blushing furiously. “Are… those feelings still there…?” His rasp voice huffs. My face couldn’t be any hotter. He couldn’t look any hotter. Fuck. I only slightly nod in response. His voice hitches, “d-do… do you want… me… to relieve those feelings for you…?” My face gets hotter. We stand there for another moment in silence. I nibble my lower lip and nod again.

He pulls me slowly onto his lap as we both sit on the bed again. His hot breath tickles my skin as I look down into his emerald orbs. “You… aren’t the only one who’s been feeling these sorts of feelings, you know…” He caresses my face with one hand and grabs my ass with the other, “I also touch myself when I can’t get you out of my head.” My mouth slightly waters and my heart starts to race tenfold. “And now that we’re together for the first time in ages, I feel like this is the only chance I can have you all to myself.” The fiery sensation overwhelms my whole body again, and I purr, “I’m all yours, President.”

Our mouths latch upon each other, where neither of us hold back any of the hunger that’s been stirring up from the past few months. Our tongues claim every inch of each other’s caverns while our hands slither tenderly yet clamber desperately along each other’s forms. My straddling core shifts rhythmically upon his hardening member, making him grunt and making me moan, soon pulling away to gasp for air. Our hot breaths mix as a thin string of saliva drips on his chin. One of my hands is tangled in his bangs, while the other is raked in his scalp. Our chests heave heavily, foreheads touching. My vision is hazy but I’m still entranced with his orbs.

I sit up to lay on the bed upon my back, dragging him down with me. My hands fall back on both sides of my head, and my legs lay flat with my knees tight together. His aroused expression becomes more nervous and embarrassed, but still huffing with hunger. He hastily slips his shoes off, then pins his hands by my head, legs apart while kneeling with my legs between them. A different kind of tension overcomes the room.

“Um… this… is my first time,” Gladion mumbles, eyes slightly shaky. I bite my lower lip, stammering, “m-me too. I t-trust you with all my heart though. Just… be gentle…” His throat swallows with a big gulp. Slouched over me, he slowly tugs the straps of my top down over my shoulders, revealing my bra. I almost bring my hands inward to cover myself, suddenly feeling ten times more self-conscious. He slightly retracts his hands, also self-conscious about what he’s doing. Fuck my heart is beating like crazy! I take in a deep breath before I awkwardly reach behind me with both of my hands to unlatch my bra strap. His hands lower again to slowly shift the bra up to reveal my bare breasts. I swear, our faces couldn’t be any redder at this point. His hands cramp up, and we freeze for another moment. My breath hitches to break the silence, murmuring, “y-you can do a-a-anything to them…”

Gladion takes in another big gulp, and leans down slowly. His clammy hand hovers over one breast for a moment, then grabs it as gently as possible. A small squeal escapes my lips, making us both jolt in place. I suddenly stutter, “It’s ok! They’re really sensitive, b-but you can keep going.” He briefly sucks in his lips and nods, before proceeding to massage it. Oh my god this feels completely different from when I touch myself holy shit! I attempt to muffle my audible delight as he plays with it more, fascinated by its soft touch. He soon grazes a thumb over my stiff peak, making me release another squeal. With curiosity in his gaze, he starts fondling it, and his other hand grabs my other breast with more enthusiasm. My hips squirm more, as I fail to repress a gasp. My skin is tingling from his hot breath, burning as his eyes examine my hard buds as his fingers fondle them more roughly.

He finally takes it into his mouth, sending a whole new, electrifying sensation throughout my body. FUCK! He sucks it rhythmically, picking up the pacing with his other hand. My whole body is a squirming mess, and I stop trying to hold my moans in. My hand holds the back of his head as he licks my bud frantically. “Yes, yes! That’s it! G-Gladion!!” I gasp with delight. He quickly switches to my other breast to eat it up like there’s no tomorrow, other hand crazily playing with the freshly sucked breast. I’m practically hyperventilating, as my grip tightens in his scalp. In between licks and sucks, he sloppily growls, “I fucking love how you say my name!”

Without a warning, my lower back arches violently as my essence leaks from my shorts. Gladion pulls away, as I quiver and pant uncontrollably, my vision hazy again. “I… I… I j-just came,” I whimper, “b-but… I want you… inside of me.” He’s speechless, now less red with a new sense of confidence written in his face, but still nervous as hell. I push myself up to remove my top and bra, as he sits there, still in a daze. “But first,” I mutter, tugging his shirt as I eat him with my eyes, “I also want to see you… undressed…”

Gladion’s face suddenly drains, looking down to the floor for a moment. “Uh… okay… j-just for you… but just so you know,” he looks back at me hesitantly, “my body isn’t a-anything impres—“ “I don’t care about how you look!” I retort, grabbing his shoulders with reassurance. “I love you, no matter how vulnerable you may feel. No one is perfect. As I said, I trust you with all my heart. I… just hope you return those feelings…” He cups my face to kiss my forehead, then mutters, “O-of course I do… I’m… just nervous…”

Trying not to hesitate, he slowly pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor, revealing his lean form. I stare in awe. I know that he’s a bit self-conscious about how pale he is… but he’s brave for doing this… He looks into my eyes again, mumbling, “now that I’ve seen your breasts, you… probably want to see my… dick… right?” I nod almost way too enthusiastically, feeling my face flush and my heart racing again. “J-just to see and… maybe t-touch… I can s-s-suck it another time…” I stammer, hands tightening into fists on my knees.

His eyes widen, and an unexpectedly huge smile spreads upon his face as he suddenly pulls me into a tight hug. “Fuck! Stop being so cute my heart can’t take it!” My whole body goes limp as I watch him swing his legs off the bed to unfasten his pants. Pulling them off, only in his underwear now, it was now visibly obvious how hard he is. I quickly cover my mouth with the back of my hand. “Fuck” is all I mutter. I’m already hard again. With hunger in his eyes, he remarks, “make it quick so I can get inside of you.” Before I can even process how hot he sounded, he finally pulls off his underwear, his member springing out with a slight bounce, with a few droplets of pre-cum dripping from its head.

Now I’m the once who’s fascinated. Although I can’t see Gladion’s face as I take a closer look at it, I can sense him burning up from this sudden exposure. He reaches over to the dresser next to the bed as I stroke it, making him shudder. I snap out of my entrancement when I hear him tearing a packet open. The serious fire from earlier is in his eyes again as he stammers, “y-you can’t play with it today, but you can put this on f-for me.” I can only gawk as he hands the condom to me and stands his boner upwards. Not at what he’s holding, but just over the situation we’re about to get into…

I take a deep gulp as I place the condom on top and roll it on. I lay on the bed again, nodding to invite him to remove my shorts for me, which he does with ease. He desperately removes my soaked underwear and spreads my legs open, briefly examining my lips as I part them with my fingers. I gasp, unable to hold back my excitement. No more foreplay — I want to feel you inside me right now. He positions his member and slowly sinks it into my entrance. We both moan loudly, then he mutters, “fuck it’s so tight and hot! I’m already so close!” I pant heavily, “me too…” I intertwine my fingers with his on both sides of my head, “you… can start slow… then pick up the pace when you can’t hold it in anymore.”

Gladion nods and starts to thrust very slowly. I’m struggling to keep my eyes open while the fire in my core consumes me, but now I can truly see how his eyelashes flicker shut, his lips parted while huskily breathing, sweating but flushing with passion — my fantasies of him pale in comparison to his actual aroused expression. As he huffs heavily, I moan melodically, “holy shit you feel so good!” The pace of his thrusting gradually picks up, increasing the volume of my moans, and our clammy hands grip even tighter. “I love you so fucking much, [y/n]!” He growls into my ear, sending sensations from my face to my bucking groin. “Keep saying my name, I fucking love it!!” I gasp monstrously, wrapping my legs around his hips as the other end of his cock frantically rams into my ass. The euphoric ecstasy reaches its highest peak as he slams into me for the last time, making us scream each other’s names almost simultaneously. I feel it spasm inside me as he almost collapses upon me. We gasp loudly for air, my eyes scrunched with only stars in my vision. Holy… shit…

After Gladion collects his breath, he slowly pulls out and turns us both over to lay on our sides. The bed is soaked in sweat, and our lower areas are drenched with my essence, but neither of us care. He stares at me dreamily and whispers with a smirk, “well… did I relieve your feelings…?” I sloppily link my arm with his and giggle, “no shit you did hehe… you being here was enough but you really brought it all… must be a new tactic you came up with.” He chuckles and brushes stray hairs from my sweaty face, seemingly satisfied with his work.

Other than the sexual tension we had, it seems like neither of us can take the actual heat anymore as we roll on our backs away from each other, laughing. We lay in silence for yet another moment, when I’m struck with another dumb idea. “What if… we stayed here for the night…?” I suggest, turning my head to look back at Gladion. He pouts as he thinks about it, then turns his head to me and says, “fuck it why not? Who’s gonna stop the most powerful people of Alola?” We laugh again.

Eventually, we both get up clumsily to clean ourselves off in the bathroom. We then decided to hang out until evening, and have our first sleep together without a care in the world. We can deal with the mess we made in the morning anyway…

As the bottom right text says, Forgive my horny ass idk whether to be proud (of these drawings) or ashamed (fucking a fictional character)

[joyful-joe]

My 2023 art summary. Here's my written rambling thoughts of last year's progress: (spoilers: It's long)

In 2022 I posted about 37 art pieces, I wished I could've beat that record in 2023 but it ended up being about 30 art pieces including sketches. There are reasons for my slow output. A major one being I was focusing on finishing my vocational college which I succeed. The second reason is wanting to continue improving. I feel like each time make something it comes out better than the last one. I don't think that's true for all art pieces I made this year, obviously some are better than others in terms of quality. But I don't think I've ever had a moment were I thought (of a finished piece) to have gotten "worse" compared to previous pieces. I'm glad that I can still keep this positive mindset with me. Of course I couldn't improve that fast without the help on one good friend who helped me each time I got stuck. On one part it's amazing to have someone that's willing to help me even if it might be over done, but on the other hand I'm still trying to be more self reliant which atm I'm getting better at getting out of those situations myself. But occasionally there's nothing wrong to ask for a bit of help. Last reason was I got lost in what my goals were. This art blog started in February 2018, making it almost 6 years now. It started as being a motivational drive to work on art more (since it's been a long hobby of mine) and get better just like the other online artist I admire. Maybe dreaming if I ever got up there with the other I could earn money with doing what I loved. Of course that is still far out of my reach. Account growth has been pathetically slow in comparison to how we see others. But I feel like I have the right to complain of such thing. I know my faults, I'm not really consistent in what I draw and this year felt even more inconsistent. I don't keep up with trends or draw them cus in the end if I look back at them I would only feel shallow, cus it was obviously made to gather (potential) numbers and not be something I really wanted to do. I see other artist that draw way better than me and also under perform when it comes to notes/followers. So maybe it's a bit selfish to complain of such things. But going into the "screw those internet numbers" sort of lead me to ask "okay but why should I keep up? Why not go back drawing whatever and not bother posting it online?" and it goes on and on spiraling down. I questioned if this careless attitude is where I should really be going. That said internet numbers don't really affect me. It's not the end of the world if the fan art doesn't do good numbers. I already tried what I could to improve the number rate and going down this internet rabbit hole of how to get bigger numbers makes it all sound paranoiac (especially on Twitter). But overall 2023 made small achievements. Got at least 2 commissions, one art piece made it into the front page of Newgrounds, some artists I look up to followed me back, posts have gotten in general more attention than last year and the overall quality of my art has improved. It's not much but still small steps in achieving my goals. It's been a good year for me. I'll continue to draw till I drop dead. I'll continue to work on improving my art. I'll continue to explore new ideas even if they're small. I'll draw in different mediums, even if it doesn't help my consistency issues. That's just who I am. I don't expect many to read this but if you did, thank you for reading.

[kitkat-the-muffin]

This took a while but it’s finally done!

I’m quite proud of how this turned out. Took me all week to design and draw the character, and took me all day to photoshop this Strife template (I don’t believe in downloading fonts)

Anyway, this is my Usersona for Cloutchase! Think of it as my new online presence (at least until I recolor it for future use)

I’ve put the full drawing, as well as further elaboration on the process, below the cut, and I recommend checking that out too!

I did trace the og template a bit, but that’s cause I suck at drawing poses. The arms are entirely my own design though, so I’m kind of proud of that. The colors were color-picked from previous usersonas so I had a palette to work with

I struggled a lot with the outfit design, and that was mostly due to the limited colors at my disposal. I think it turned out alright, though, even if it didn’t all go according to my initial sketch. For example, I wanted a small ponytail but ended up with two long pigtails. They’re absolutely fabulous though, so I’m very happy with the end result. You can’t make something grand without scratching a few drafts first, after all. I plan to maybe use this design in the future for other things after I think of a new color scheme. My placeholder colors were magenta, purple, and teal!

I actually based the design off of several references from characters I like, or more specifically characters I want to cosplay some day. Those characters were Uzura from Princess Tutu, Sophia from Persona 5 Strikers, Strelitzia from Kingdom Hearts Union X, and Saki from Romantic Killer. All four of these characters also happen to be previous profile pictures of mine from Discord, so I guess that’s why I felt drawn to their designs when creating this new online persona, or “usersona” lol

I named her Muffy (she/her) cause that’s the nickname I’m trying to push for on Tumblr, especially after being called “Kitkat” or “Kat” for about 6 years now. It’s time for a change I suppose. The “McQueen” part is in relation to my blog title as a self proclaimed “shipping queen” but also I wanted to make a Cars joke. The Strife Specibus was a last minute decision, though. I was gonna go with yoyokind but then realized I ALWAYS use yoyokind as my default weapon and I don’t even know how to use yo-yos irl. So instead I decided to give my little chaos child the most dangerous weapon in America that isn’t a gun: pepper spray.

“Peprsprykind” is an actual modus from canon too, I saw it on the wiki hahah. Muffy only has one can but it’s full of GLITTER so she can ruin people’s lives and make them sparkle all at once! However, she does have some restraint of course, it’s only for when she’s feeling evil of vengeful heheheheh. I had a whole conversation with a friend about how choosing pepper spray seemed kind of boring to me at first, but maybe I can do something unique with it. Maybe use it on Amino and watch them swallow it like the ungodly demon they are, who knows?

Anyway, might post the progress video later if I feel like it. For now ima relax tho since this is my first actual drawing in a while that I’m actually proud of, and I’m tired from dedicating a week to it

I hope the @cloutchase team enjoys Muffy’s presence as much as I do

[lunashiba]

December 8, 2022 (Part 2)

Hello everybody- this is a follow-up post from my previous Thanksgiving post. I felt the post was getting quite long, so I decided to split everything up since I have a lot of photos of doodles, sketches, and photos I wanted to share. These will include all the drawings I've done up to now since I returned from Thanksgiving break. I'm using this opportunity during my University's reading days right before finals to write this to give myself a break from studying. As always, I've put it all down below.

I guess to start off, I'll throw out the sketches I did on a whiteboard with friends while studying, which includes the photo above.

I'm quite a fan of these sorts of sketches, which are heavily inspired by Krenz's art and sketches. I've always felt a lot more at ease with these compared to figure sketching- I hope to be able to improve in the future and draw even more. Next below are the sketchbook doodles I've done since then.

I don't think that all my sketches are successful, and I have quite a few amounts of "duds" in there. I don't consider any of these worthy of posts, but I hope that maybe by including these, I can help others who may feel that their sketches are terrible, and so they're terrible artists. For me, it definitely takes tens or hundreds of sketches before I get something that I really like. The more practice, the lower the number gets.

I like to think of it as a crafting percentage- saying maybe there's a 5% chance of having a really, really good sketch, or a one in twenty chance. Depending on your luck, maybe you get it on the first roll. Sometimes though, you gotta get through nineteen bad rolls before you get it on your twentieth. I like to think of all my bad sketches as "getting them out of the way". Just pop out some silly fun sketches, and you'll be closer to rolling that "good sketch". In reality, all sketches are good, no matter how silly or dumb. Drawing is drawing, and whatever makes you happy and draw more is the correct answer- even if the right answer is just that you prefer doing other things over art. It's just layering priorities.

I like to play a lot of video games- most of the time having a priority over art. When I'm really, really tired, all I can do really is play some games to relax. When I think about booting up my drawing program, and all the long commitment things to do just to initiate a drawing, I get a bit more exhausted and decide to boot up Guilty Gear Strive instead. That's alright. I used to have more trouble feeling I wasn't being as productive or as effective in art as I theoretically could be, but I've been trying to be nicer to myself as of late. Sometimes you just wanna game over doing art.

In this way, I've much more into photography than before. I got a new camera for it, and I carry it around with me every day all around my university. Every time I see something beautiful, I have to stop and take a photo. Apologies to my friends, who also have to stop and wait for me to finish taking a picture while we walk around campus. I've posted all the photos I've taken below.

I've taken a few more photos as well, but it seems like there's a maximum of 30 photos per post. Oops. Looks like I'll be putting the rest into part 3. I guess if anybody is reading all of this in one go, I'll see you there.

Thanks for reading.

Luna

[anulithots]

Aww thank you so much <3

I don't have any idea how I made faer. I remember crocheting a large ball for faer head (very badly since it was just a base) whilst overheating because... this was not the plan! I was supposed to have a plan before diving into making faer!

(I wanted to make a joint system out of cardboard, but that didn't work, so I used wire instead. For some reason, I made faer arms floppy instead of posable, which works now if I'm going the puppet-like route, but I was so upset about it before, because I needed faer to keep faer arms up sometimes. I tried 'fixing it' by cutting faer back open at 3am and inserting extra wire which... kind of worked? It made some not-noticeable bumps ono faer arms, which I thought were super noticeable and I felt bad every time I looked at faer for a while afterwards because I thought I ruined faer. But alas, it was just me be anxious. And I think it's interesting to see how the creators made something, especially the more 'down portions', hence this anecdote. Thank you for the compliment <3)

And another little story - I used to watch 5-hour long needle felting videos for months on end because I wanted needle felting so bad. I cried on my birthday because I couldn't find it at the craft store, eventually one of my parent's friends got me a kit and I loved it a lot. By then I had already been watching and learning for years, so I made a bunny!

(proceeded to make a bunch of pipe cleaner dinosaurs and birds based off my grandma's old parakeets, they weren't that good tbh ;-;)

And the reason I had started to make Anuli impulsively was because my storytelling started as "making backstory for my crafts". This included a craft vs. toy war, as many yarn dolls I could make (they scared my mom when she would find them in random places) and dragons galore. (My crafting mistakes - like visible glue gun blobs - became their defining characteristics - like scars that they showcase because they are proud of it.) Every single story I ever wrote was about a craft I had made. The Land of the Fallen Fairies started like that, but after a lot of iterations and drawings and sketching, the dolls were very outdated. The previous two iterations didn't have dolls to go with them, and I was being quite perfectionistic about character writing at the time, so I convinced myself that the reason writing was becoming difficult was because I never wrote a story without a doll before. BUT I NEEDED THIS DOLL TO BE PERFECT.

Insert one day where my parents tell us not to use electronics (including my paper tablet that I handwrite everything on) so I needed something fallen fairy related to do otherwise I would explode.

Hence Anuli.

Fae took three months to make! Near the end, when I was coloring faer (I made faer face too light and ran out of that color as I transitioned to a darker shade of brown to better match the color of the tree's bark, so the color on faer palms and scattered around faer limbs is actually a yellow-green color, although it looks similar enough to faer muzzle, thankfully!) my parents were wondering why I was spending so much time on "useless hobbies" and it was a whole day of lecturing. I ended up finishing Anuli in the closet. (Which I think is pretty hilarious, as a lot of the land of the fallen fairies is written after 12pm in the closet.)

y mom was impressed when fae was finished. And to clarify - no one had liked my dolls that much before, said they were too scary. I posted pictures of previous ones on facebook (don't do facebook kids!) before, and all my aunties and grandparents wondered if I was okay. So the fact that you and others like this doll warms my heart. Thank you so much for that!

(Sometimes I like just the photo without any drawing on it the best... I can't take Anuli outside though. What to do.)

But if I change something for Anuli's appearance... faer doll self would have to change toooo....

(The only reason why faer leaves haven't canonically fallen off yet.)

*sigh* but... whump prompts.... alas, they have taken me.

I won't change the doll tho. Just pretend... faer leaves grow back? PRETEND?

[camilieroart]

COLORCODED TMNT AU RANT (with no edits)

Previous post of Colorcoded : Art dump and edited lore of Colorcoded :

I'm having such a brainrot of my own versions of the turtl universe it's awful. Like i wanna draw it but i CAN'T and it's awful Anyway I will info dump here instead Okay so first, the boys have japanese as their first language I always found it weird that Splinter (a japanese dude) raised them in english, when in most versions THEY AREN'T SUPPOSED TO INTERACT WITH THE REST OF THE WORLD So like, japanese as their first language but as soon as they express desire to go out and/or become ninjas (yes because unlike other versions he wouldn't FORCE that on them) he'd teach them english :) Splinter in himself is literally what I told you about some days ago rhzvdbzvdb He has 2 modes : sensei and dad Both the cool parent and the strict one They're all very close and a tight family :)))) INCLUDING SPLINTER

April is canadian and Casey is half-korean because in his 2012 concept art he DIDN'T look like a white boy and i always thought that was neatvrjzvfje No one in the main cast is american

Okay so in the ColorCoded AU (i will call it thatrvjzvfjzb) Splinter was a ninja master that got splattered with mutagene (much like 2012). The turtles were actually the only thing he brought with him from Japan, they're his last attachment with his home and past (they get splattered at the same time) So Splinter decided to raise them as a father would, not a sensei. He did continue training despite his appearance, and Raph was the first one to take interest in his training sessions

Like at that point they're all like 5, and none of his bros really care about it, but Raph always hides and observe their dad and then tried to re-do the movements. Splinter noticed it and suggested training him. Raph is super excited and accepts, his father underlining the fact that's it's not a lifelong commitment unless he wants it to be. He can get out if he wants to.

So Raph's starts training and quickly enough Leo gets jealous. (In this versions they're seen as twins) He asks to his dad if he can train too. Splinter refuses since he wanted to train out og jealousy and competitive spirit. He didn't think it was right to start teaching him this way. Meanwhile Donnie and Mikey are still completely uninterested

So Leo is like ):< and goes mopping in his room until after raph's training session where Splinter goes to see him and talks to him. Then Leo still wants to start training but out of genuine interest of the skill, not because of jealousy. So Splinter accepts :)

There's like at LEAST several months that goes by where Leo and Raph are being trained and the others not. I kinda went this way because of the whole skill difference in 2012 vrjeveje like, they always show raph and leo as more skilled but never really explains WHY

Then the other twos are starting to be kinda interested in what their family is doing, but they still don't want to participate. Splinter let them watch from a safe distance, and if Donnie is content doing just that, mikey finds it super cool and wants to join too but also doesn't want to leave his bro behind. So he doesn't say anything

There's like at least a year or two that goes by and Raph and Leo are still the only ones training. By that point Mikey's interest is like vibrating (#adhd and that's his hyperfixation) and Donnie is still completely uninterested. He'd rather jump headfirst in books, both fictional and theorical

My boy Donnie not JUST being obsessed with science Give him childhood slam table Fantastical books

Dragons ? Impossible. However, really cool in theory Since he CAN'T join his brothers because he felt like that would be unfair to Donnie, Mikey tries to redirect his hyperfixation elsewhere, and starts sketching and painting his brothers training

They all think it's really cool, even if well he's like 7 so it's not like actual MICHELANGELO level, but it's still like more level than regular child art It's not great But it's alright It's not something you'd look at and think "ah yes, a 7 y.o made this" Eventually a 13 y.o Anyway So Donnie is reading and Mikey is painting. Meanwhile, their brothers are getting the handle of the ultimate basics and are getting better ! They still really like it and sometime they use it to settle disagreement between them. Not that Splinter knows, but what he doesn't know can't hurt him So here they all are, at that point.

Splinter is in front of Mikey's newest painting, and he's starting to wonder if his son doesn't actually want to do more than just paint them. So he asks, anf oh surprise, Mikey has very mixed reaction. From an original "YES !" to an immediate "i mean meh" to bursting into tears

O-O uh okay -splinter at that moment probably So he sits with him and asks what's wrong. Mikey explains everything, and Splinter has little time to talk to him that Donnie pushes Mikey's door, looking confused and worried. He says he didn't want his little bro to not do what he want for him. So what if he's not interested. It's cool, mikey can still do it But mikey is like ): but you'll be separated from everyone else it's not fair. So to settle the situation, Splinter suggest they both try it out for a test run. If, like he thinks, Donnie doesn't like it, he doesn't have to stay ! But he'd have tried :) Mikey agrees to this because he also thinks Donnie won't stay BUT ! If he TRIES then it means he could ALSO TRY OUT SOME OF THE COOL NINJA STUFF Then leave with his brother because he doesn't want him to be alone

First session for Donnie and Mikey and as planned, Donnie HATES IT. Like EVERY minute of it. Mikey loves it, but tones it down a lot because of Donnie's mood. The next day, Leo, Raph and Splinter start their session, all absolutely convinced Donnie wouldn't show up for a second try (hence mikey neither) and then OH IS THAT A PURPLE TURTLE

They're all super surprised, (behind Donnie is an overjoyed stimming mikey), and Donnie looks super embarassed, apologizing for his behavior the day before. He explains that he had started getting some severe joints pain from the positions he sat in to read, and couldn't get rid of it. It was messing with his focus to read and he hated it but was too embarassed about it to talk to the family about it

Like imagine showing up to dinner thinking "i'm gonna tell them about my pains ):" and then your brothers shows up bandaged because they trained hard all day Oof not talking now

So he had chronic pains that were severely bothering him, but surprisingly as he woke up that morning they were gone. He had the muscles tiredness due to training but it was way better than his pains. He sat down and read more in one hour than he had been in a day lately. Donnie concluded that some physical activity might do him a lot of good, and what better physical activity than the one that's traditional for his family So naturally splinter is like

He invites them in and that's the story of how each turtles started their paths as ninjas Also as time passed Donnie grew more and more fond to the ninja training, and now although he hates to admit it, he loves being a ninja With his brothers :) Welcome to ColorCoded!turtl universe

Okay so like in Rise, April is their childhood friend. She was adventuring in the sewer and just happened to find them. Casey gets in much like IDW, where they meet because of school, but unlike IDW they're not COLLEGE STUDENTS dvhefvejrvbe Casey was like brand new in town (and in the school), in the middle of the year and he needed to catch up, so they appointed the BEST student of his class to help, and it was April :). At first she was very  (even tho he didn't IMMEDIATLY FLIRT like someone cough 2012caseyimlookingatyou cough) because well Casey, buuuut even if school isn't his main interest, she does realize he's a good person, and they become friends (because they each had none. Casey was new, and April was considered the "nerd" and "teacher suck up". She actually realizes he's a good person because he helps her scare off some bullies)

He doesn't immediatly meets the turtles, and he wasn't doing his vigilante stuff immediatly. His current family life is his overworked dad he barely sees (his dad is trying to make sure they live comfortably and don't realize the precarity of the situation. Casey does realize it) and his little sister, that was homeschooled for now because she mostly speaks Korean and barely any english (which wouldn't help in school)

Yeah ! They're like 15/16 when the story takes place :D all of them

So like Casey mostly tries to find a job to help his dad before even remotely thinking of going roof jumping. He also tries to help his sister but he sucks at it so he calls April for help. His dad doesn't know that Casey is also trying to bring in cash, but when he realizes it, he gets angry, saying Casey shouldn't waste his teenagehood on this kind of thing, and that it was HIS job, as the adult. They argue for a bit, until the dad kind of like, let go of his angry persona and is just super depressed. Casey finally understands his dad works SO hard EXACTLY so HE can enjoy his time as a teen before getting hit with responsibilities, and he promises not to work

But at the same time, his family is barely surviving, and he's sure that with his grades he isn't going to get a great job so he kinda gets desesperate, trying to "enjoy his teens" but mostly stressing out for his family and trying to hide it. He gets enrolled in the hockey team and is thrilled to see it's paying. Until his grades get too low and the dean forces him to leave the team. At that point, Casey is on the verge of snapping, and he just wants to help his family, whatever the cost. So he takes his hockey mask and stick and he goes trying to rob a bank

Take a wild guess who is let out of the lair for the first time that very night

So Casey is doing literally the worst thing ever, as every Casey would, and tries to rob a bank, feeling AWFUL doing it, voice shaking and all. He's about to leave with a buttload of cash in a bag when the turtles drop and tell him to drop the bag. Now as I said before, he was hanging on a thread. And that was enough to snap it. So he does drop the bag, and also himself, because he passed out.

So the Villain ™️ just dropped dead when they arrived and they kinda go ??? Okay, what now. And then they look up and oh wow is that the people working in the bank staring at them. Of course people being people they start screaming and running, right as the police arrives, and they all fully panic. "DONNIE TAKE THE GUY AND LET'S GO" "wHY WOULD I TAKE THE GUY ????" "I DON'T KNOW MAYBE HE'S DEAD" "WHY WOULD I-" "JUST DO IT"

They snuck out. They were SUPPOSED to be allowed out, but like in 2012 Splinter said "no" and UNLIKE 2012, he didn't change his mind because of puppy eyes and they were like ):< well that's not fair

So they're on a roof, away from the mess, and they kind of stare at eachother for a second, realizing what happened and then they go :D !!!! YO THAT WAS INSAAAAANE (much like hyper realistic movie 1) And they get super excited, like IDIOTS, until still passed-out casey starts grunting and Donnie like hurrily puts him down saying "IT'S ALIVE, IT'S ALIVE, GUYS" They calm down, curiosity taking over, until raph asks "well the dead guy ain't. Now what" As great timing always is, Casey wakes up at that moment, surrounded by giant turtles, and naturally started screaming for his life. They panic and raph's knocks him out again "WHY would you do that ?!" "why wouldn't i" "So what do we do" "Let's take him to dad, he'll know what to do" "WE CAN'T DO THAT, HE'LL KNOW WE SNUCK OUT" "ooooooooh true" ... "So what do we do with him" "We could take him to april's" "Why" "She's a human, he's a human, I don't know"

So naturally, they take him to April's. Like the absolute goddamn morons they are. Of course since they don't know where she lives, Donnie calls her to get her adress. And so here they are, at her window, in the middle of the night, with a knocked out guy in a hockey mask on their shoulder. Naturally, april is like ????? And they're like shrug April is getting angrier ???? ):< So they try to justify themselves and messily explain. Once she gets a somehow coherent explanation they suggest they get the guy to a HOSPITAL, not her BEDROOM. Until she notices that the passed out guy is wearing the EXACT same bracelet she saw Casey wear, a bracelet made by his sis. Suddenly concern and she let them in and gets the hockey mask off

D:< CASEY ???? "? You know this dude ?" Cue explanation and :0

So Casey gets shaken awake by a very angry April that's immediatly asking him what the Fuck he was thinking. The turtles are ninja hiding behind the window, since they can't really just. Leave the guy there but also because he'd just freak out again. Casey is super confused but also angry at her own anger like hers wasn't justified because she couldn't understand. He explained everything to her and she was like "So what were you expecting ???? You'd just be able to spend the money ??? Out of nowhere, just like that ??? Jones you're so fucking stupid" And Casey is like ):< April explains in great detail how stupid it was and then suggested that if he REALLY wants to help but also respect his dad's wish for him to be a teen, to go looking for TEENS JOB. Mindblown, he hadn't thought of that. Once that was settled, the night's event started to sink in and he was like "Hey red would you say i'm crazy if u told you I saw something that was super duper weird ?"

april looking behind him to his window "Probably not"

April like roughly prepare him for what he's about to see and gestures for the guy to come inside, and then he turns around and- "PLEASE don't pass out again" The way it was said and the shock of what he was seeing made him burst out in laughters, mostly nervous laughing like "chuckles what the fuck" And that's how Casey met the turtles, and the turtles met the national news and a good scold from splinter

Also, unrelated but Shelldon AND Metalhead co-exists and were both created by Donnie

Ice cream kitty is there and it's literally a copy-paste of 2012 because she's perfect

ALSO ! There is NO ROMANCE IN THERE, because romance is a lie and isn't real. The only romance is the turtles and pizza. I hesitated with there's no romance BUT raph and mona and then i thought about alopex and i wzs like "hell nah i'm not choosing. No one is getting romance"

Mouser + dog = raph's pet

i would also like to precise that the bag you can see holds a sketchbook and a pencil and an eraser and literally 0 ninja stuff the ninja stuff is in another bag jgieorgerj also also, this mikey stands his ground a lot against raph so they just argue a lot more than in most versions hjfeoihjfeor (they still love eachother, still bro)

"being a ninja is really cool, I got all these cool moves and stuff... anyway want to see the painting i've been working on" it's like ninja is a hobby artist is his job

You know how I said Colorcoded!donnie loved to read both science and fantastical books ? like he doesn't like science-fiction because he's like every two pages "well that doesn't make any sense it couldn't work. if you try to make it realistic at least do some research" but fantastical genre ? that genre doesn't even care. Dragons ? sure, why the hell not, and elves too, and you know what ? boom. fairies. Donnie likes the complete unhinge style of it, and it really allows him a break from science, like these two can NOT cross. okay so, Shelldon is there in this version, but he's different first, he's non-verbal second his design is based on a dragon with a turtle shell it's like shell-dragon but shellgon sounds terrible so he put a d in there. of course you completely lose the aspect of shell-dragon, and he refuses to admit it because he's extremely stubborn, but his brothers tease him a lot about it so it's a tiny robot dragon with a shell on his back boom, shelldon also he can fly but not by using his wings traditionally. it's like he open the wings and he has propellers inside of them and boom like a drone, like rise!shelldon

So Leo is SUPER tactile with his family and loved ones (including casey and april there bfehifhze). Whenever he can he touches them, especially when talking to them. He does a lot of surprise hugs for no reason other than :)!!!! love!!!! Mikey loves it since he's also very love filled like the good boi he is UwU Donnie likes it EXCEPT when he gets an hug in his lab, where he gets angry Raph is... cool with it. Sometimes. When he's in a good mood. Casey is often caught by surprise and kinda panics before understanding what's going on and then he relaxes April usually hugs back unless she's upset then she just stands there Splinter always hugs back and encourages his behavior, because he thinks it's good for everyone Leo is tactile to show affection but doesn't say it much, if not ever. Mikey does both because the boi has a lot of love to give. He does hug a lot less tho fhierohieur Leo is still the leader, and is supposed to be responsible and keeps the others in order but herd mind does wonder and if they get the Silly™️ then he usually goes with them to do something stupid. (such as : let's sneak out and prove to dad that we can handle ourselves outside ! oh look, a robbery !) Except when they get the Silly™️ he still is pretty good at what he does, and in battle is pretty much 2012 Leo. However unlike 2012 Leo he sucks at strategizing, it's more Donnie's field. He's super into Japanese's culture, because he feels like it's his roots and he wants to respect that as much as possible (hence why his ouftit is the most classic), and he often talks to Splinter about it to get to learn more. He really hopes he'll be able to go to Japan one day, and eventually meet the rest of the Hamato clan. So about the tactile thing, imagine in an important discussion, he would touch the shoulder or get close to whoever he's talking to, without even thinking it they're all used to it although it still weirds out Casey since he hadn't been there for long but he also get used to it pretty quickly :) if he can't get to whoever he's talking to for whatever reason, he fidgets a bit instead Whenever a group hug is suggested by someone else (usually mikey or splinter) he gets really excited and rushes in :)

Leo is also extremely supportive of his brothers, and tries his best to pull them up. He listens to Donnie's ranting about science or fantastical books, even if he usually truly understands like half of it, sometimes he link 2+2 and goes "oh, like when you told me about [thing]" and donnie gets really happy and like :D!!!!! YEAH!!!!! Exactly !!! He oftens hang out in Mikey's room when his brother is painting, reading a book or playing on his phone, because Mikey likes to have commentary on his work as it progresses. If Raph comes to him to spar, he usually drops whatever he's doing and goes with him and they train for a bit. Of course Leo does not let him win UwU but it means that whenever Raph DOES win, he knows it's for real and he always gets a big boost of confidence

I can't believe I deadass forgot that but remember Mikey's embroidery on the bois' stuff ? Donnie was like "sure do the mask" Raph was also like "sure do the mask" and then like most of his mask got ripped off and there was no more place to embroidery there so mikey did the belt Leo was like "sure do the mask" so Mikey did the mask and assumed that was it and then leo went :) and gave him his belt and Mikey was like :D!!!!!!!

Raph is still angry boi but he is way more contained than in 2012, and if he feels rage and wants to blow up to his brothers, he brutally leaves the room and go play a video game to let out some steam. He uses training and night patrol to let his anger run free, while still being kinda controlled so he doesn't do anything stupid (at first it wasn't contained and mikey got hurt. he felt very guilty and didn't go to training or patrol for a while after that, staying with Splinter to try and control his anger better. once he felt like he was in control enough, he went back with his bros) Since he plays video games whenever he's angry, and he's angry very very often, he's REALLY good at it. any games in the lair ? played 'em, beat 'em, next. When he was smaller, he used to rage and break the game/console if he failed at any point in the game. He later realized that it wasn't super smart and it mostly just ruined any chances he had of doing better. So he got a punching ball in his room and everytime he rages he gets up and go hit that instead.

More often than not, when Leo does his surprise hug, Raph pushes him away. He likes to hang out in Donnie's lab while he's working, talking to him about stuff unless Donnie REALLY needs to focus and he gets kicked out. He loves to tease Mikey, and if he goes to far, he gets scolded by the latter anyway, so since he can stand his ground, he doesn't see a problem with it and keeps doing it. When the team gets down and desesperate, Raph is usually the one to get them back up and get the team running again. He's usually super tough and ):< Except when there's an animal (non-mutated) nearby, and then he gets    which his brothers never hesitate to tease him for. Jokingly, of course, since they don't want to shame his soft side into hiding. he's super nice and soft and gentle with animals, researching what they need to doing his best to take care of them, eventually scolding the others if they do it wrong.

because of that he always wanted a pet but Splinter always refused, saying it would be dangerous both for the animal and them. He got really angry when Mikey got Ice Cream Kitty and refused to talk to anyone for days. He couldn't stand to see Ice Cream Kitty, and was borderline hating her. Then one night when everyone was asleep and he went to get a glass of water, he got startled by her as he opened the fridge and broke his glass. He kept pestering at her and blaming her while cleaning up, angrily swipping. He did a wrong move and cut himself, swearing in the process. Ice Cream Kitty got close and he jerked back, mad at her. She waited until he relaxed, as if the role were reversed and he was a scared animal. Raph found her behavior weird so he got a little bit closer and as soon as she could she licked his wound. Suddenly Raph realized how unfair and jealous and stupid he had been acting and proceeded to spend the rest of the night in the kitchen playing with Ice cream Kitty to make up for his actions. In teh morning, his family found him asleep on the table, the fridge wide open and Ice Cream kitty cuddled up next to him.

With Donnie, he's the most stubborn out of all of them, and he's difficult to reason with. He doesn't like to be proven wrong and has difficulty accepting it.

Also unrelated but unless they're on missions, the turtles wear normal clothes

Okay so the story starts and it's pretty basic Shredder, with basic Karai and basic footclan Except that unlike most version, this foot clan is EXTREMELY similar to the hamato clan What I mean is that they have similar value and promotes mercy over murder. Including Shredder. He's still a huge bitch, like he wouldn't kill you but would chop your limbs off Like in this versions Splinter and Shredder are VERY similar, but they have different goals and that makes them ennemies Also Shredder is a GOOD DAD to Karai. She's literally the only person he's nice at Okay so that's the baseline Then one day, Karai gets kidnapped by Baxter Stockman (not with the foot yet). And he tortures her (mostly mentally, by getting into her head and showing her visions, much like what kitsune did to leo in idw) and also physically, by chopping her leg off and almost completely killing her. He attacked her because a few weeks prior she attacked one of his ship and released his prisonners (mutants they recruited and gave a home to. Like i said the foot clan are less assholes, more people) So Karai wakes up home, her dad by her side, without a left leg, and she's PISSED. Like REALLY PISSED. Shredder talks to her and manages to calm her down or so he thought. Karai is slowly consumed by revenge and ptsd, the experience being far more traumatic than what she said (mostly that he just chopped her leg off). She goes mad and as soon as they cross paths with Stockman again, she tries to kill him, in front of her dad and clan (and the turtle family hiding nearby). The foot and shredder tries to stop her but fail and she murders stockman Hence finishing making her mad, no going back anymore. She disappears before later murdering her father. As in, not sword through the heart but more like. She leaves a note on his desk asking to join her to a cliff near the sea to talk, and when they're done talking, she pushes him off and takes his helmet, becoming the head of the foot and turning it into the foot we know. She also gets in a full shredder costume and calls herself shredder too And that is Colorcoded!shredder

Original shredder doesn't go my shredder, he goes by Master Saki, because he's NOT technically Shredder. He doesn't shred, he's much closer to splinter KARAI goes by Master Shredder once she takes over

so, hmmm, do the bros ever fight? do some get along together better than others :o?

Mikey and Raph fight more than the others, because Raph often goes to far with the teasing, but they still would die for eachother :) Donnie and Raph get along great as long as Raph doesn't get angry™️ and Donnie doesn't go on a rant Leo and Raph are twins so they tend to fight for stuffs, but they have a strong bond and they often go to eachother if they need to talk about stuff (and not let Splinter know Leo and Mikey are disaster children. Don't leave them alone in the same room. Mikey activates Leo's "dumb braincells". However if Leo is with Mikey and at LEAST another person, he has big bro energy Leo and Donnie get along great and have tons of talks about everything and nothing. Leo just gets along with everyone Mikey and Donnie often fight about eachother's space and the need to get out. Donnie wants mikey out because well he has big 2012 mikey energy in the lab, and mikey wants donnie out because Donnie keeps doing the "that arm doesn't look proportionate" and that kind of comments As a group they tease Mikey more, and in a non-threatning situation, have 1 braincell

What kind of inventions does Donnie work on :D?

Okay so unlike most of the fucking donnies who are "scIeNtIsT" and suddenly they can do everything- Can you tell this pissed me off.-- it's like he's an "arRisTE" and bitch can play any instruments, paint, draw, sculpt, and all at like college levelthAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS FFS- So unlike most of the donnies, Colorcoded!Donnie is an Engineer, which means he can build stuff That's his FIELD.

If he has to do some bioscience he has to LEARN IT AND ASK FOR HELPbecause GUESS WHAT ?! HE CAN'T BE A GENIUS IN EVERY FIELD EVER THAT'S NOT A THING NO SIR

what kind of machines does he build then :D? any examples? Like Shelldon. Or metalhead Or the TURTLETANNNNNK

are they really super advanced and probably impossible irl like in Rise or more realistic like in 2012?

More realistic like 2012 Like he lives in the sewer BUT As soon as he gets his hand on Kraang tech ? Ohohohohohohohohoohoho

Donnie entering the room like in the first IDW christmas special :GUYS I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU leads them to Shelldon and ask him to fly Donnie : NOW WITHOUT PROPELLERS HE JUST F L O A TS

hmmm does Leo like science fiction tv shows and stuff like in 2012 and Rise?

Leo is very invested in Japanese's culture and tries to learn as much from it as possible, and that includes japanese tv shows. Leo is ESPECIALLY excited about this universe's sailor moon equivalent. Mikey and Raph doesn't get it, Mikey because he feels like it doesn't make sense and it's badly written and HE COULD DO BETTER- and Raph because. Raph. However DONNIE didn't expect to get as invested as he is. But he is. Somehow.

Leo and Donnie making theories over dinner. Mikey overhearing : ??? BUT THEY SAID SHE WAS HIS SISTER ?????? IN LIKE THIS ONE EP I WATCHED Leo : yeah but it changed Mikey : VHDGEJEVZ ????? NO

Leo: "yeah, after season 12, they got a new writer and a lot of stuff changed. Season 3 didn't happen, and they made it so it was all a dream in the story, they got into some big legal problems during the writing of season 13, so they had to change the whole story and five characters died because they didn't have the rights for them anymore." Donnie: "oh yeah, I'm really sad they had to cancel the murder mystery episode." Leo: "I know, right? I could have loved to watch it!" Mikey, watching from afar: "what are you guys even talking about-"

Mikey : I can accept that we're giant mutant turtles, I can accept that we're blood related to a rat, I can accepy that law of physics change from dimensions to another, but I CANNOT accept whatever the HELL "Tanako no Ichi" WAS MY COMIC MAKES MORE SENDE THAN YOUR SHOW AND I'M AT ISSUE 834

Leo and Donnie watching the show : :) Mikey in the background having a breakdown : they can't even write a single episode without an incoherence raph.... Raph, who really doesn't care : ah Splinter arriving : ohhhhh I loved this show as a kid Mikey : DAD NOOOOOO NOT YOU TOO

Leo arriving in his workshop : :) mikey Mikey, foolishly having his guard down : yea ? Leo : :) I convinced Splinter you could throw a party here tomorrow Mikey, foolishly thrilled : OOOH REALLY ???? THANKS LEO BEST BRO Leo : :) he had a condition Mikey : ah ? Leo : tonight we watch the integrality of season one of Tanako no Ichi Mikey face reflects horror and fear Mikey : I'd rather not party Leo : There would be pizza mikey :) Mikey : h- Leo : You would have a pizza party with your friends in the lair mikey

Mikey: "wait, I thought the character were in Japan right now?" Donnie: "They went to America like, a whole two minutes ago, they implied it by transitioning with a origami paper plane with a map of America in the background, weren't you paying attention?" Leo: "yeah, duh." Mikey: "I'm sorry HOW THE FUCK-"

Tanako no ichi = Location of the Shopkeeper

Imagine the show has been going for years, so long that like, you said, Splinter used to watch it and when Leo and Donnie need info about old lore they just ask him xDDD

you know when some anime are names with names that has literally NO RELATION to the story at all, or the name referneces something completely insignificant to the story or the meaning got lost after hundreds of episodes efvghddf

Mikey: "THERE IS LITERALLY NOT SHOPKEEPER IN THE STORY WHAT THE HECK"

Imagine, Leo or Donnie stepping in his workshop like : "Can you make like a poster of Tanako no Ichi ? :D" And mikey like owl snapping his neck "brother I will kill you"

Mikey, watching Tanako no Ichi with his bros: "oh my god I need a break" Leo: "but we've only watched three seasons :)!! We still have 23 to go!!" Mikey, already out of the room: "no."

Leo : MIKEY REMEMBER THE PARTY Mikey : I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING YOUR SHOW BRAINWASHED ME

Donnie: "you always want to us to have more family time :)" Mikey: "this isn't family time it's torture"

Splinter : Come on my son, one more episode, even Raphael is with us Raph : Honestly Mikey it's a show about people getting dresses while floating in space i don't know what the problem is mikey : BECAUSE THIS IS SET UP AND EXPLAINED-

Mikey, alone in his pain about Tanako no ichi : ;-; April coming along to watch it : wait this makes no sense Mikey, grabbing her shoulders : MARRY ME

Also Casey actually really enjoying it

you know how you drew Mikey's kneepads and elbow pads to looks like he and his bros faces x)? how did they react when they noticed it xD? Raph: "why is mine and angry face >:(?"

Leo was confused at first but really happy when he understood it was "ninja eyes" Donnie was like  <3   bro,,,, Raph was also like     <3 And Splinter was like : ))))): w What about What about me ))):

He said if one of his pads would broke he'd replace it with splinter's face

He has a shit ton of stickers on his back and front shell and a lot represent his family, including splinter I need to draw the back shell of the boisvehzvs There's 3 types of stickers on mikey's shell : -He drew his family -He drew other than his family (usually food) -He found some Good Shape ™️ stickers

also question!! (for whenever you can answer zecfsd) What are the bros' eye colors :o?

They all have the same eye color : black or really really dark brown (for highlightvahdvjzvd

also does Leo have only one sword or two dgcdfdf

I wanted to give him 2 but tbh i feel like 1 is enough for this Leo UnU

they still treat mikey as if he’s the youngest bfeuzggeruihreu$ Donnie does get teased more, and by mikey as well, unlike other versions where it was mostly raph and a bit of leo :)

RAPH'S MOUSER'S NAME IS BUCKLE

Donnie, chuckling : You should teach him how to do tricks Raph, suspicious : ...why ? Donnie : Because you could tell him "Buckle up" highfive of Leo, Mikey and Donnie while raph groans

also i keep having brainrot of some random scenes between them, including : Casey meeting Buckle for he first time and it's like that meme "AHHGBSHGSGH GET YOUR DOG DUDE AAAAH" "It dun bite" "YES IT DO"

Leo and Mikey alone in the kitchen (a mistake in itself) and Mikey goes "dude what if we taught the pet how to jump over a circle of fire" and leo is like "Mikey...." in a grave voice like he's about to scold him and then "THAT'S A GREAT IDEA LET'S DO IT" Cue Donnie and Raph finding them in a mess of a kitchen with Ice Cream Kitty, Buckle and Shelldon and half of everything is on fire including them Donnie, running to his boi : "SHELLDON D:!!!!" Raph, also : "BUCKLE !!!" Mikey : "ICE CREAM KITTY D:- wait i was a part of this lol nevermind"

Leo, regaining his braincells as soon as his other bros arrive: "in hindsight, this may not have been the best idea" Raph and Donnie: "YA THINK???"

Donnie: "It seems like Mikey's presence somehow alters Leo's ability to think rationally. I have no idea how. This is a mystery science can't solve."

Leo and Mikey on patrol together Mikey having sudden impulse : we should jump off the roof Leo : yes the t-phone rings and he picks up Donnie and Raph in the phone: hi yes hello we realized we left you two alone so we're doing this until we can find you Leo, still on the phone : mikey i decided to not jump off the roof and neither should you

imagine Raph or Donnie, (or both) are so used to Leo and Mikey being absolute disasters when alone that at some point they just. know when they're about to do something stupid dvhfhdf

Leo: "You know, I think you may be a bad influence on me." Mikey: "what makes you think that?" Leo, doing a handstand on the edge of a roof for a bet: "Just a feeling."

Splinter getting vibes that something is going on while meditating: "my sons are being idiots again"

Splinter: "Donatello, Raphael, where are your brothers?" Donnie: "They were here a second ago sensei-" [they hear a crash from another room] Donnie: "aw shi-" Splinter: "Language."

Splinter as soon as Raph and Donnie leave the room, under his breath : "ah shit…"

Mikey: "I bet ya I can fit 10 marshmallows in my mouth" Donnie: "you're a hazard to society." Leo: "AND A COWARD, DO TWENTY!"

Mikey proceeds to get 20 marshmallows in his mouth Raph watching : I bet I can do 30 Donnie : you can't it would break your jaw Raph already shoving marshmallows in his mouth : prove me wrong Donnie getting marshamallows too : oh yeah ???? Leo : I bet I can do more than 30 Donnie : OH YEAH ???

Splinter, watching them form afar, sighing: "I'll prepare the first-aid kit in case this goes wrong.…"

Casey and April coming by to visit Casey, slamming the table : I CAN DO 50

Mikey: "I WON!" Raph: "Mike, you almost chocked to death." Mikey: "Sounds like someone's a sore looser"

Donnie, the youngest sibling, somehow usually the rational one

Huge jaw dog running to you : :D!!! Casey : HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING

Casey Jones fears one thing : Buckle

Casey Jones in front of Kraang : wicked Casey jones in front of the foot : meh Casey Jones in front of Unhinged Karai : dang Casey Jones in front of Buckle : NO. NONONONONO GET AWAY AAAAAAH

Does it bite tho dghfdf

She does not

Mousers have sharp teef :), would Buckle bite off furniture and stuff ?

Ah Furniture yes People, unless they're threatning, no

Casey Jones: no fear Buckle: :) Casey Jones: one fear

Casey the first time he meets Buckle, freaking out and taking out one of his hockey stick Buckle, regestering : yes, ennemy

Buckle as soon as Raph grabs her and told her no : yes, friend

Casey, traumatized : ENNEMY

Literally the entire turtle family : pubby,,,, :)))) Casey, pointlessly gesturing yo buckle : MONSTER !!!!

"THIS THING'S A DEMON" "A DEMON WITH SHARP TEETH" Raph: "And cute lil paws :)" Casey: "AND CUTE LIL PAWS"

Mikey : "Case, it's a Mouser fused with a puppy. It's LITERALLY a puppy" Casey : "but evil" Leo : "Casey it's been MONTHS. When are you going to warm up to her" Casey : "n e ve r"

He's too stubborn now it's a challenge Oh god Teens shenanigans

Mission : get Casey to like Buckle

does Buckle like Casey by this point tho dsgvf?

Oh as soon as Raph went " this is is friend " she went "friend :)"

Everytime he gets to the lair or she sees him he gets a hug like everyone else However HE tries to avoid it by any means possible, everytime

Casey, holding on to dear life to one of the ceiling's pipes : "GET THAT DEMON AWAY FROM ME" April : "She's just saying hello" Casey : "WELL SHE HAVE A MOUTH, DOESN'T SHE ????"

who would win: Casey's inability to admit he may be scared of a tiny dog or Casey's stubbornness of not wanting to befriend the dog because everyone wants him to

these concepts can and should coexist

Everyone went off to sleep after a sleepover and he's the only one left, watching the end of the episode (hehehe ohooho imagine of tanako no ichi to piss mikey off) Suddenly Buckle arrives like :))) And he tenses up but also wants to see the end of the ep so they kinda just dance around, Casey trying to avoid Buckle and Buckle just wanting a hug Suddenly Buckle jumps on the couch and rest her head on his lap and he's like   Then she goes wap wap with her tail and he goes :0 and hesitates but land his hand on her head before pulling it away immediatly but she doesn't react so he does it again and pets her and end up relaxing and watch the end of the ep Of course the next day this never happened and he denies everything but he's less scared Still scared when she rushes to him at like 30 km/h

Hot take : Casey is Buckle's 2nd favourite person ever for no reason 1st one being Raph

Casey: "I'm pretty sure Buckle is like those cats that look at you from a distance and are plotting to kill you and conquer the world, Buckle is an evil mastermind and should not be trusted." Raph: "wh-"

Meanwhile buckle on her back getting scratches from mikey and leo

Raph, pointing at Buckle: "look at that adorable face, how can you not like her?" Casey, narrowing his eyes at Buckle: "She is probably plotting revenge for all the times I did not pet her when she wanted me to." Raph: "Now that's just sad"

Mikey talking to Casey with a huge board behind him : "see now this is the percentage of happiness you have right now. And THIS is the percentage of happiness if you became friend with Buckle"

Mikey: "Pros and cons of being friends with Buckle. Cons: none. Pros: oh boi let me get my list-" Casey, already walking away: "please don't"

Mikey, holding Buckle to Casey's face: "PET THE DOG, CASEY!!" Casey, running away: "OVER MY DEAD BODY" Buckle, in Mikey's arms, living her best life: :D

Leo going to Splinter : Dad I don't get it ! He just WON'T befriend Buckle ): Splinter : Leo you must understand everyone feels differently and you have to accept that Buckle walks in and does smth cute Splinter : However Casey is dead wrong but his loss

I feel like Mikey would try to be subtle but fail (like making a literal powerpoint presentation like you said xDD)

Mikey : "Slide 1 of 234" Casey, leaving : "no" Mikey : "Caseyyyy I spent the night on this ):" Leo, Supportive Brother ™️ : "I want to know :)"

Donnie: "I saw him work on it, most of the slides are pictures of Buckle"

Mikey: "SHHHH no spoilers" Donnie: "Mike, I don't think spoilers apply to powerpoint presentations"

hmmm, do they celebrate their birthday/mutation day :D?

Okay so they got mutated pretty much like in 2012, except that their "age" is determined by who mutated first. So Leo and Raph mutated almost exactly at the same time, Mikey second and Donnie was last Because of that, THEY INSISTED that thry do their Mutation day on 3 different days, but these days all follow eachothers. So it's like 3 days of birthday parties. Splinter had to cave in because he was weak to the puppy eyes and the lack of actual problem with their demand.

Mikey: "we need 4 birthday cakes" Splinter: "Michelangelo no"

"But wouldn't it be easier to do it the same day ?" "But Dad, we're not the same age )):" "Okay then at different times that day ? You were technically born there." "Okay Papa, but then we get 3 different cakes :)" "4" "shut up raph he will never agree to 4" "In the same day ??? Hh- what about we switch every year"

They don't they do 3 birthday parties that all follow eachothers on different days

imagine one of them having the WORST taste in cakes and everyone else hates it dhvdvhjdf

Mikey "ahhh finally my favourite cake : pepperoni and gummy bear :)"

ohhh question!! Is Mikey a good cook?

No Mikey still sucks, however I'm stealing the 2012 Casey's headcanon from the Capritello fanfic, and Casey is a great cook for the same exact reasons

I imagine Mikey would be interested in cooking lessons from Casey tho. Interested and pushed there, heavily, by his family, including Splinter

Donnie: "Come on Mikey, I'm sure you have some things to learn from Casey :)!" Raph: "cough a lot cough" Donnie: "Raph shut up I'm trying to save our lives from future food poisoning here"

Mikey : "food poisoning )))): ?" Leo : "He meant food humm... Death. Because we would have eaten too much. Because it's. Too good."

So in Colorcoded, Leo is a bad liar

Villain : "Where are you brothers ?" Leo : "Well uh... I can tell you ! Where they are not ! Which is above you head on that piece of metal right here. They are not there. No don't look I just said they're NOT there. STOP LOOKING"

Raph: "Leo, did you eat the last slice of pizza?" Leo, sweating and avoiding eye contact: "noooooooo.....?????" Raph: "Alright, you did."

Raph: "Leo, did Mikey eat the last slice of pizza while I was out?" Mikey, next to him: fear Leo: ".... noooooo, not at all, didn't see anything! Who's Mikey? hahHAha" Raph: "....." Mikey: "GODDAMIT LEO-"

If Leo can't lie that would logically mean he also can't act for shit fdvhfbhf Donnie: "Okay Leo, this is a very important undercover mission, we'll just pretend to be travelers passing through to infiltrate the city. Whatever you do, just let us do the talking okay?" Leo: "Sure." ... Leo, immediately: "why hello there uhh, people, we a just humble travelers and totally not undercover as maybe some paranoid people may suspect haha, these clothes are totally not hiding any ninja weapons of any sorts-" Donnie, Raph and Mikey: "Leo for the love of god please shut up-"

Donnie looking dead into his brother's eyes : "Leo I love you but if I have to take you to another undercover mission i'll literally die"

Splinter: "Years of deception lessons cannot fix this."

Imagine them playing the kind of game where you have to lie

Donnie, waving to April and Casey: "Hey guys, we're about to play Cheat (Menteur, the card game) Come join us! Leo is playing too, it's gonna be fun." April: "Why? Is Leo good at this game?" Donnie "HAHAHA NO."

Imagine they're making a surprise for Splinter or something and they don't want Leo to spoil the surprise by accidentally revealing it so they basically tell him to just avoid talking to Splinter as much as possible dbhbf Splinter: "why is my son ignoring me :("

Splinter can tell when they're all collectively lying juts because of Leo efdvhfvf

Splinter in the kitchen, enjoying tea : :) Leo arriving, seeing Splinter and backtracking immediatly Splinter : ):

Splinter: "Leonardo, are you hiding something from me?" Leo: "OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME IT'S TIME TO UUHHH, SLEEP? I SHOULD GO" Splinter: "It's three in the afternoon" Leo: "HHHHH"

Leo panicking, laying on the ground and pretending to sleep

Donnie: "Why is Leo laying on the floor" Mikey: "It's floor nap time? hell yeah!" joins him Donnie: "Mikey what-"

Raph arriving, looking at them then at donnie. Donnie shrugs. Raph proceeds to also lay down

Buckle joins them dvgf

Splinter comes back later to see them all asleep in a pile on the floor: "I'm so confused right now but also aw"

Shelldon too so Mikey gets up and go get Ice Cream Kitty and smth cold to keep her cold

casey and april arriving and seeing the nap pile

they take lot of pictures because of course they do zgdvf and Splinter goes "May I have one of those printed :)? I need more non-chaotic pictures of my sons."

imagine all the pictures he has of them are all just pure chaos dfghdf

blurry messes in parts or someone blinks or on of them moved etc fdvdfhdf

what would be the ONE moment where Leo would finally manage to decently lie dvghdf

If someone of the family is in danger, but like really really bad danger like they will be instant killed if i don't lie

i think it's the intense pressure that would make him lie good and when i mean lie good i mean like good enough he's not suddenly the god of lies, just he lies good enough to save whatever family member something super simple ! like "where is the gem of chiubilo" "in the warehouse of the left street" that's it boom

Cue his family being super proud of him after the danger is over :)

and then the next time he needs to lie they're like :))) he's gonna do great !!! and he's worse than before

Colorcoded raph loves gossip

and everytime there is he’s like:) hell yeah tell me more

I find the idea hilarious that Mikey is unironically attractive and every person their age they meet get a crush on him and every time he's like N o Not again.... Because Colorcoded Mikey is aroace

And also the one time they meet a teen and he goes " BEFORE ANYTHING, PLEASE DON'T LIKE ME, I'M AROACE" And the person is like "...wow what an ego dude. I'm a lesbian" And then the EMBARASSMENT and he never said anything ever again

I imagine Mikey just. Pausing. Turning bright red and slowly turning away to hide somewhere and die of shame

Mikey: "Is it me?? Am I too handsome?? Is it my personality?? Why do people keep having crushes on me??" Leo, awkwardly patting his shell: "There, there. You will meet someone who will just want to be friends one day."

Mikey, meeting someone new: "how old are you?" That person: "24" Mikey: "I'm too young for you. Good." That person: "?????" Donnie, Leo and Raph: XD

He's horrible at turning people down because he feels bad and doesn't want to hurt the person's feelings

Karai: "the turtles are my arch enemies, but that orange one's cute" Mikey: "PLEASE NO"

More content : when Splinter assigned Leo as the leader, Donnie went up to ask him why since HE was the most responsible And Splinter ended training so he could talk from father to son and not sensei to student and went "Let's not lie to ourselves, Donatello, you're the youngest and they would never listen to you" and he was right

Also more content about Attractive Mikey ™️, April doesn't count because she's their childhood friends and when Casey arrived Mikey showed up and slammed his hands on the table and went "Casey this is very important are you gay" Casey : confused closeted bi chewing

casey is a very dear friend and he just doesn't want to have the moment where he turns him down thankfully it won't happen because i said so

Mikey: "If I have to turn someone down one more time I swear I'll just throw a fake wedding pretend to everyone I'm married"

"Mikey, you're too young to be married" Mikey: "WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THEN?"

Raph, here for the drama : "Well seeing your age, you could say you're dating someone"

"oh, that's smart actually. But also ew no »

Donnie : "So you're okay with throwing an ENTIRE fake wedding, but not pretending to date an imaginary person ?"

Leo: "You just want to have a big party don't you" Mikey: "maybe"

Mikey: "I could make a pizza wedding cake" Raph: "a what"

The colorcoded!mutanimals are VERY different There's Dawston, the equivalent of Mondo Gecko, who's the only born mutant known to this world, and then forced to do bad biding for Stockman of TCRI There's Lilajé, a very tall bat mutant, who was originally human, and a mad scientist wanted to see if prior conditions would influence the mutation. So he ripped her eyes out and then mutated her. There's Rembrandt, a guinea pig mutant, who was, well, a guinea pig with a shit ton of horrible things done to him, until they wanted to test mutagene on him. There's Vincent, a french cat mutant, pretty much the equivalent of Hob but more optimistic and less violent, who was a street cat, beaten up by humans and shit, until one of them tried testing mutagene on him. Then there's the extremely self-indulgent character named Sara Navidad, a human, who had been going against Stockman's plans, actively, and was kidnapped like Karai, except she lost ALL her limbs, and he tested some weird substance on her that pretty much made her immortal (it's worse than it looks), and also mentally tortured her by murdering kids mutants in front of her. Following that, Sara escaped but abandonned her old life behind because holy shit there's no way she can go back to a normal life after that and created the mutanimals by finding Dawston, and the others over time

I should precise that they come from all over the world Also Sara's father's name is Felix because Felix Navidad

So as you can guess ALL OF THEM are REALLY mad at humans, and their main mission is finding humans that torture mutants and kill them. They're always careful to only kill the HEAD of the snake, and never the goons of the evil, because like Lilajé and Sara regularly remind them, they're just people trying to survive, whether the guy that uses them is just a huge asshole and a monster. The Turtle family disagrees with their actions but doesn't actively try to stop them. They're still pals, but they just avoid talking work

Dawston was born in a lab, fusion of human and lizard, and technically the first ever born mutant. He was used for 25 years by Stockman to kill and murder, so that it would serve his purpose and ALSO ruins people's view of mutants so he could keep capturing them, dissecting them and tossing them aside. Since Dawston had always been in that environment, he never thought anyone could take it down, and he never tried because he never had any hope. Meanwhile, Sara just murdered Stockman and left her family behind, and was well, depressed as fuck. She kept trying to kill herself but failed again and again no matter the method because of what Stockman put in her (now pitch black) blood. Since she couldn't die, she searched for people like her, that were feeling what she was feeling, so she would feel less alone. And she stumbled upon Dawston while he was on one of his missions. She tried to talk but he got spooked and fled back to TCRI, effectively telling Sara that he was in a really bad place and he needed help. So she pulled herself together and used her skills to get into TCRI and start causing mayhem looking for the mutant lizard dude. Hearing someone ACTIVELY going against TCRI, and eventually winning, Dawston got the boost he needed and attacked the people in the room with him, and killed his abusers. When Sara got to him he was crying in the middle of a pool of blood, not his of course, with dead bodies all over. She reached out and he flinched, but eventually took her hand and they went back to her crappy place, in an abandonned building that she called home. Dawston was very warry of her at first, because she looked human, but she healed him and helped him get physically better, and he started trusting her, but just a bit. He finally allowed himself to talk, and so they talked. And suddenly they weren't as alone as they thought.

Next, Lilajé. She's a Philippine (because that's where they found human sized bat beuihgfezfze), and has a rocky relationship with her family. She's 32, and still lives with her mother, that doesn't pay attention to her at all and never had, and her brother, who cares, but have difficulty showing it. Lilajé (not her OG name, but she refuses to share her human name) had given up on her dream brutally at 20 after a really bad experience, and has since fallen into drug addiction. That's looking for money to buy those that she voluntered for a "scientific experiment" and got into the hand of a mad scientist. He had heard of mutagene and wanted to experience on it, and especially what factors defined what animal you turn into. So, to test one of his theory, he ripped Lilajé's eyes out and locked her up before immediatly pouring mutagene on her. Her wounds hadn't healed, and you can guess the entire experience was 10 times more painful than usual. She turned into a giant bat, blind of the two eyes and unable to control her body or new abilities. Satisfied, unaware that Lilajé had touched a bat prior of entering the lab, and thinking the condition of the being influences the mutation, the mad scientist discarded Lilajé and basically threw her out in a bin. She couldn't see, and hearing was painful, so Lilajé was terrified, alone, and completely exposed. Thankfully, Dawston and Sara found her there, while they were investigating this extremely suspicious lab. Lilajé was scared, but they were able to guide her to a plane that they took back to New York. It was an horrible experience for Lilajé, all the sounds, unable to know who was with her, why, what was happening. As soon as they got back to New York, Sara gave her her own room in the abandonned building and left her there to calm down. She of course explained why beforehand. Once Lilajé felt better in the silence and the darkness, she got out (with difficulty) and asked for explanations. Dawston and Sara explained their stories, and how they had heard of this awfully suspicious Philippine's lab, and finding her confirmed their fear, so they destroyed it, killing the head of the snake and leaving the goons alone. Lilajé was thankful, but still shaken, and went back in her room (with dawston's help), to process and get used to her new body. A few days later, she got out again to try and get to know those who saved her, and she realized they were both miserable, like a snuffed out candle. Their voices were flat and empty, and everything they said felt grey. (Around that time she realized she could "see" sounds, like splashes of colors and shapes.) Lilajé felt like she needed to help them like they helped her, as a thank you. So, she spent more and more time with them, acting more and more lively and happy as time went on. It surprised Dawston and Sara but they felt kind of pulled into that happiness, and they unknowingly started to feel better, to smile and laugh more, and they truly all started bonding. One day, Lilajé decided she wanted to try her new wings, feeling like she was used to her body enough (she failed a couple of times of course, before getting the hang of it) but as soon as she got it, she invited Dawston and Sara on her back and they all flew, the adrenaline of the flight sealing all of their bonds and truly being the point where they would get better, together.

Next, Rembrandt. When he was a tiny guinea pig, still a baby, there were 6 other guinea pigs with him, in his cage. They were all like brothers and sisters, being tortured by the humans, but still having eachothers at the end of the day. As he grew up, 3 died. Experiments gone wrong, escape that was violently stopped... Only 4 guinea pigs left, as they grieved the loss of their siblings. Then, 3 more died, and it was by Rembrandt's own paws.The scientists injected him with a substance that made him violent and blindly raged, and he killed them himself. Leaving, of course, extreme trauma. Not that the humans cared, since he was just a guinea pig. As the humans celebrated the success of their experiment, Rembrandt was sitting in his tiny cage, splattered with the blood of his brothers and sisters, their tiny bodies displayed like a gory exposition. If it weren't for one of the scientist's sensible nose, they would have left the bodies to rot in the cage. Of course, the experiments on him continued, scarring him, but never dulling down his boiling anger. Then, they one day got their hands on mutagene. They didn't know what it was, they had to test it out. So they poured it on Rembrandt. He burst out of his cage, 7 feet tall monster with gigantic teeth, biting them in half, preventing them from escaping, killing them to the last. He broke the walls and got outside, breathing fresh air for the first time, drooling blood. He ran in the city, terrifying any human he met, eventually trying to kill them too if they were too close to him. Sadly, the company that made him captured him back and put him in a solid cage, to study him more. However the wreckage in the city didn't get pass Dawston, Sara and Lilajé, and they went to investigate. They quickly understand what's going on and storm the scientists' hideout

As they do so, one of them accidentally cuts off the power, and it opens Rembrandt's cage, who doesn't even hesitate to burst out and start slayin'. When he gets to the main hall and sees a human fighting next to mutants, he doesn't understand and rushes towards Sara to kill her. Thankfully she survives since well she can't fucken die (did i mention that no one knows she's immortal ? she doesn't want to tell people because then she would have to explain the recurring splattering of black matter then and there, from her suicide attempts and she just doesn't want to deal with that) and they successfully calm Rembrandt down and he starts fighting by their side. However, he doesn't mind murdering goons, despite Sara telling him not to, because why would he listen to a human. They finally all get out and they lead him to the abandonned building. He warns that he'll only stay long enough to heal and then leave again. He says it's because of Sara's presence, but actually it's because he's terrified of the idea of murdering people he loves again. So he refuses to get close. Despite that, he's forced to stay for a while because of his wounds, and he stays as distant as he can. Lilajé and Dawston still tell him what got them there, and that they're all helping eachother and it would be good for him too to open up. He refuses, and especially doesn't want to interact with Sara. Knowing that what makes her so dislikable in his eyes is that he thinks she's human, she decides it's time to face her fears, for his sake. She goes to see him, even if he refuses to, and explains to him her immortality, her suicide attempts and shows him her blood. She explains she's not human, not anymore, she's more like a walking breathing corpse. She demands that he doesn't tell the others, begging for him not to do so, entrusting him with her biggest secret. It changes his visions of things, and in the end, he accepts to stay and bond with them.

Last but not least, Vincent. He was birthed in the street, and was the only kitten of his litter to survive. His mother did his best to protect him but was killed by some motherfuckers that likes to hit and kill stray cats for fun. He fled and survived, but a kitten alone wouldn't survive long. So he joined a pack of stray cats that lived together to survive, and grew up amongst them. He's a fast learner and a sly kitty, so he survives well with his pack. They're not very chummy with eachothers because cats are loner, but they HAVE to stay together in order to not-die. They often scare off the motherfuckers, and it's kind of a war because well, motherfuckers being motherfuckers, they don't like feeling "weak". So one night they come back with this canister of "probably poison" and decide to dump it on Vincent despite the hissing of the group. The cats stand back, in order to not get splattered and observe as Vincent is turned into a giant cat and slayed the motherfuckers in half with his claws. He's disoriented and doesn't know what to do, so he turns to his pack but they hiss at him and disappear into the night. So Vincent is all alone, with 3 corpses of humans, in the dark, confused and newly mutated. He does realizes quickly he has to get out of there and find refuge on the rooftops. He hides there for a while, trying to understand how to use this body, until he gets hunted down by the police and some other anti-mutants folks. He's scared and angry, but doesn't attack because unlike Rembrandt he has a Brain™️ and he uses it. So he flees, and go from rooftops to rooftops, trying to survive and hide. Since he moves around a lot, he absorbs knowledge he sees like a sponge, since he always was a fast learner. He's the guy that can Do Things. What exactly ? who knows. But he can do things. At some point during this wild goose chase, Vincent realizes there's nothing left for him in France, and he needs to leave. He finds out that New York has been recently having news report of murders of people actively against mutants, so he decides it's probably the best place he can find to survive and takes a plane to it. Arriving in New York, well that's great. Now he's in a brand new city, but it's the same problem. He can't walk amongst humans, and he still has nowhere to go. Back to the roofs it is. After several night starting to question his decision, he's alerted by some noises down a street and goes to check it out. He's surprised to see a group of mutants with a human fighting. Things. Brainy things. As I said before, Vincent has Brain™️ And by using it, he doesn't see WHY he should jump headfirst in a fight that doesn't concern him, so he does not. He's about to turn around and leave when suddenly he gets hit by one of the blaster a brainy thing is waving and he falls down. luckily he's catched and put down by Rembrandt but the hit and the fear of the fall made him lose consciouness. Once the fight is over and they bring him back to the ol' hideout (still an abandonned building from the outside but now the inside looks very nice), they proceed to heal him up and let him rest. When Vincent wakes up, he freaks out and panics, attacking the others, trying to get out. They open the door and he jumps out and disappears into the night. They kinda shrug it off and return to normal life. Meanwhile Vincent calms down on a roof and realizes his arm was bandaged and he wasn't harmed at all. He review his reaction and realizes he might have been a bit jumpy. Guilty, and also because well that's the first ever positive interaction he ever had with other mutants, he decides to go back and apologize. When he gets there he realizes they're being attacked by not brainy things, and they have difficulty defending themselves. Now, this fight concerns him. Because these people helped him, and he was boutta help back. He jumps headfirst into it this time and turns the fight to their favor. Once it's done, he profusely apologize for his behavior with a broken english and they reassure him and invite him in After some time of all of them living together and murdering people, they encounter the turtles, and are promptly named "the mighty mutanimals" by Mikey. Sara however refuses the name since she's TECHNICALLY not a mutant (no one except Rembrandt knows about her condition still) and takes on the name given by the media of AOD, or the Angel of Death

using Sara's family supplies, and also maybe by learning with Donnie a lot, and using his own knowledge and learning some stuffs, Vincent makes some "vision brooch" for Lilajé, that still misses her vision. She doesn't wear them when they're out fighting, but inside the house she prefers to, since she doesn't have to SCREAM to not bump into things.

is there a sort of leader of the group then?

yep, it's pretty much Sara although she doesn't want to

but they listen to her, and they say she started all this so

what do the others think about her? Rembrandt is the only one who knows she's technically a mutant, but the others don't :0

well she's not TECHNICALLY a mutant. Just a walking human corpse they think she's neat and needs therapy

"i love the turtles, they're my buddies, but I need a "survive" ouftit because they're just a danger magnet"

April: "I know you guys have your shells but FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WEAR SOME ARMOR EVERYWHERE ELSE PLEASE"

"THOSE KNEEPADS AREN'T GONNA PROTECT YOU IF YOU GET STABBED"

April has the one braincell Splinter adopted her "you have braincells. I like that"

First battle of the turtles, they're very excited, Casey too, and April is behind, in a HUGE ouftit that's covering everything like "Yeaaaa... woohooooo... pain and wounds, so excited..." And leo be like : "You know April you can stay behind-" April : "I would NEVER abandon you guys" ):< Later in the battle with the normal fighting ouftit on, she shows up and goes "I WILL HELP YOU WITH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP..." pulls out smth from her vest "AND THIS REALLY COOL GUN"

"Mister splinter, I have found my place in the team :)" "Oh ? and what is it ?" "gun"

"being careful is nice and all but BEING IRRESPONSIBLY RECKLESS IS BETTER" -April, probably

it's like, shooting you from afar will knock you out and shooting you from upclose COULD technically kill you if i shoot at the wrong place but at the right one i'll just explode your bones

non-lethal but still dangerous depending on how it's used

does she have any ninja training? :D

She does not ! Splinter did try at some point when they were younger but I don't have many Feminine ™️ characters so i'm trying to make her Feminine ™️ so she looked at the training once and went "fuck no" and chose gun

did Donnie build the gun?

it's either donnie build the gun or she just found a fucked up gun and went "hohohohohohoho ye S"

He finds a gun and goes "i'm gonna mess with this so bad now" and then proceeds to almost die 3 times

they found 2 different guns and bumped into eachother and went :D! cool ! a gun !

Raph: "Guns take out all the point out of being a ninja, you should just throw that thing away" Donnie: "You won't be talking once I make THE COOLEST GUN EVER" All his bros: "Donnie no" Donnie: "Can I at least go semi-lethal"

April and casey becoming friends because they're both unhinged

The gun’s name is Cassandra

April: "I'm gonna grab Casey and then we can go" Leo: "Casey the gun or Casey Jones" April, cocks gun: "The gun of course :)"

April: "Hey I named my gun after you" Casey: "weird flex but ok"

April showing her gun : Here is Casey the gun :D April gesturing towards Casey : And here is Casey the Jones :D

i had in mind that Casey was just taking a nap in the lair and you know how in cartoons the friends just comes up and draw on their faces ? It's Mikey's equivalent. He just took his jacket and gear and customized it. Casey was furious when he woke up because it's supposed to be THREATNING. The HEARTSHAPPED STICKER KITTEN is NOT helping. Mikey was like )))): Puppy eyes And Casey sighed, bad boyified the stickers and asked him to only leave the hardcore embroideries and get rid of the rest. Mikey did not get rid of the rest, he just sewed it inside instead

Mikey: "the puppies and hearts on your jacket doesn't define you, you can still be threatening :)" Casey: "please don't turn this into a lesson about self-confidence"

Casey told her sister about the turtles and his friends by showing her the embroideries. She asks if she can meets them and he's like "they can speak Korean ):" And she's like "well. you can speak both." and Casey is like ":0" Casey's sister is Hye-Jin (혜진) (pronounced Hyeh-Jeen) which means rare and precious

Casey's Korean name (non-official, not on papers) is Deok-Su (덕수) (pronounced deog-su) which means to guard

Okay so for the story, Casey's dad is korean and his mom is american. Beforehand, know that his mom is a ginormous bitch. So when they had Casey, she HEAVILY insisted he take HER name and that they chose a NORMAL name. Big red flags, but Casey's dad was in love so he said yes. However when they had Hye-Jin, his dad didn't flinch, and her official name is Korean (even if her last name is still Jones, much to her dad's disappointment) As soon as it was official, their mom had a tantrum, refusing to take care of a "foreigner" and that her daughter would never have "such an ugly name". She demanded divorce and to never have to see her daughter again. She still wanted to see Casey because he was "normal" but everyone, including the court said "fuck you that's not happening" Casey's dad is Jong-Min  종민 (filled with kindness, filled with wisdom) and last name Ra (good or Virtuous) So Casey's family is Jong-Min Ra, Hye-Jin Jones and Casey Jones

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I felt pretty vulnerable when I put that last post up, but I did not anticipate the warmth my Tangy and Rosie would receive! Thank you all for your kindness :)

Rosie was the second AC plush I made, and Tangy was the third. I can post some others another day, but for now I think I want to show what went into making one of these two.

The minky I used for their fur started off as white, so each color has been dyed using Rit Dyemore Synthetic: their base body colors, Tangy's leaves (there's a second one on the back of her head), Rosie's fringe, the pink blush, and even the gradients on the ears which I had to dip. When I dye, I don't use measurements and instead play it by ear, so sometimes my colors are just "good enough." (Rosie's blue could have been darker, for instance.)

I am really particular when it comes to making their faces! Because I love plushies that evoke a sense of life. This doesn't have to be through realism—just expression. I freehand draw the face, tighten the sketch on graph paper, then trace two copies: one to cut apart and use as a template, and the other to keep as reference when designing future AC plush faces. (It's helpful to have for placement and scaling of the features: in case I want to make one with eyes as wide as Rosie’s, or as far apart as Tangy’s...etc.)

I then use the cut-up template to draw the face on the back of the fabric.

The face is made of felt appliqué and hand-embroidered details. I start with the appliqué, sewing stiffened felt onto the minky. Then I embroider the lines, which are done using a split-stitch, doubled layered to create thickness.  And I couldn’t forget Tangy’s freckles! Those were satin-stitched to make sure they appear recessed. 

This picture is a little horrifying! But it shows the back of the embroidery. I used a water soluble marker to draw the face on here. That way, it didn't leave any permanent marks on the finished plushie.

Here I'm about to sew the face to the rest of the head, using nami nui! Which really is just a running stitch. It’s what I learned from my mom, who learned it from my grandmother. Additionally, nami nui is a foundational stitch for hand sewing in Japan: sashiko is a type of embroidery that is made of nami nui; boro involves repurposing old and worn textiles using nami nui; and traditionally, kimono were sewn using nami nui. It is a stitch like a wave: up, down, up, down; consistent, even, and repeating in one steady direction.

A side note: for some reason, my mom never taught me to use a regular knot. I only learned French knots! Which meant that there were many years of her tying off my stitches for me before I finally mastered it myself. I've since learned simpler knots, but...old habits die hard!

I modified my head pattern here, because the previous plushie’s (Rosie’s) head came out too wide. So Tangy has a head that’s more proportional to her face. Additionally, I changed the pile direction for the side of the head, to go downward as opposed to toward the face (as it did with Rosie). This amounts to a more seamless (lol) transition between the face piece and the sides. I would continue to alter my strategies for future plush: for instance, the next AC plush I made got embroidered paws on both arms and legs!

Tangy was a lot of fun at this stage. The silly little head got up to a lot of mischief.

The leaves were made much like the face: drawn in the template, transferred to the fabric, put on an embroidery hoop, then split-stitch embroidered. Afterwards, they were sewn onto the head using a ladder stitch.

If you look closely, you can see a plant on the left in the background. That scraggly thing became the lush ivy that features in most of the plush pictures I’ve taken lately! It has really thrived since this photo.

The running stitch is a reliable hand stitch, but it is not the strongest one. So I make two accommodations to increase the strength of my seams. First, I work with my thread quadrupled over (passing both ends of the thread through the eye of the needle), and secondly, I keep my stitches very even, short and tight. The majority of my time goes to sewing these seams together.

Naturally, using a machine can drastically cut this working time down. I even had a sewing machine several feet away from where this picture was taken. But I wasn’t interested in using it, because my craft is not about efficiency or making a sellable plush. Ultimately, it’s not even about what I'm sewing. All that matters to me is how I'm sewing it, and that's by using the same stitch as my mom, grandma, and great-grandma.

Though I was born in Japan, I grew up in America and barely got to know my mom's family. This craft is one of the few threads that ties me to them. When these sewing motions and rhythms become second nature to me, I like to imagine it’s because their hands are guiding mine.

I would like to draw attention to the one freckle I embroidered on her body! I was delighted to discover that the character’s designers put a freckle there. That was a detail I knew I needed to add, even if it would always be hidden in the final plush.

And here is the finished Tangy, dressed and properly photographed! She ultimately took me 52 hours to complete. This dress was a nightmare to sew, as I was still very new to patterning clothing. But I pulled through somehow.

So that's how I made Tangy! I did edit this down to have at least a little chill, haha. But my sewing craft is so intrinsically tied to where I came from, what I've lost and my attempts to reconnect, that it's hard for me to separate these things from the process and end result, even when it’s something as simple as Animal Crossing plushies.

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party || rafe cameron

warning- SMUT // vaginal fingering, eating out, vaginal penetration, mentions of intoxication

rafe cameron x fem!reader

a/n- so this is my first time writing for outer banks, im terrible at writing actual interactions so im sorry its so bad at first lmao. also disclaimer: rafe in this fic is nothing like he is canon, so his characterization is off. enjoy :)

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the lights were blazing, different colors zapping throughout the room as you made your way over to the couch. your head was slightly fuzzy from the intoxication, but you managed.

since the couch was empty, you took the chance to sprawl your whole body out on it, head on one arm and feet dangling off the other. you watched as everyone danced and made out and filled their bodies with even more toxins. soon, you found yourself just dazing up at the ceiling, lips opening and closing slightly as you lip-synced in a whispering tone to the loud music.

after what felt like hours, but could’ve only been a few minutes, you felt something nudge your thigh. without moving your neck, you let your eyes flash down to find the source of the movement.

hovering over you was rafe cameron. his dirty blonde hair framed his face messily, a single cross earring dangling from his left ear, a red solo cup in his hand as his free hand poked at your thigh.

“what?” you slurred, now moving up on your elbows and blinking back the haziness.

“i wanna sit,” he said, taking a sip from the cup. even in this state it wasn’t hard to notice how good the boy looked, tilting his head back and gulping down the liquid, eyes never leaving your own.

you groaned, pulling your knees to your chest and allowing rafe to throw himself onto the cushion. you were now facing his side, as his hands gripped your legs and pulled them back to their original position, except now they laid over his leg. giving him a curious look, you laid the side of your face on the back cushion and fidgeted with the bracelet around your wrist.

“shouldn’t you be like- getting shit faced or something.” rafe snickered at your words, sending you a glare before looking back down to his cup, which he was also mindlessly playing with.

“sorry, did i interrupt your little..nap?” he teased with a hint of amusement, referring to the previous state you were in, and you scoffed in return, mind clearing a bit more and making room for annoyance.

“whatever.” and then, you were pulling your legs off him and standing up, albeit wobbly as you almost fell to the side, caught by rafe’s firm grip around your arm.

“you good?”

“‘m fine,” you dismissed the boy, confused as to why he was even talking to you in the first place.

the truth was, you never liked him, he was rude and careless and selfish and way too much to put up with. but you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards the boy, and the tension that was always evident when the two of you were together.

but you always just pushed those thoughts aside, because even the thought of anything happening made your mind whirl with a plethora of emotions, not good ones by any means.

but then, you also couldn’t deny the recurring fantasies of things that could happen. could but wont, because he’s rafe cameron, and not even you’re desperate enough to be one of his bitches.

“hey?” a light tug of your arm pulled you back to the present, and you turned to see rafe at your side, cup forgotten as one of his hands molded around your waist and the other wrapped around your bicep to steady you.

“i’m really fine-.” you pulled away from him, and right as you did so, you felt someone back up on you, pushing you towards rafe and into his chest as a cold liquid spread from the lower half of your head and down your back.

you gasped in surprise, suddenly awake and alert as you sharply turned to see a boy standing there, cup tilted and empty as all its contents spilt on your back. he mumbled a quick apology, then took off laughing with his friends about something they said that probably wasn’t even funny.

“you sure about that?” rafe inquired, eyebrow raised in amusement as you stepped away from him, this time more cautiously. “c’mon, we’ll clean you up.”

although you wanted to say no and tell him to fuck off because you could handle it yourself, you were too exhausted from the long night to put up much protest other than a dramatic groan. then, you nodded, and rafe led you away from the crowd of people with a tug of your wrist.

—//—

now, you found yourself in a bedroom, rafes bedroom, waiting expectantly as you stood in front of the boy.

“what now?” you ask, palming your eyes and yawning, looking back at rafe with glossy eyes now, which were sending waves of tingles through the boys stomach.

“take a shower,” he implied, as if it was obvious. you scrunched your brows as he pointed to the bathroom on the other side of the room.

“i don’t have any spare clothes.”

“i’ll find you something to wear,” rafe shrugged, “go on,” he urged you to the bathroom, and you followed obediently, not having it in you to put up any sort of fight or ask questions.

“i’ll be right back,” rafe said from the room as you closed the bathroom door, only to hear the door to the bedroom close as well, meaning rafe left.

your mind was filled with the thought that he just ditched you, which was a possibility, but you ignored that thought and slipped your shirt over your head. once all the articles of clothing were thrown onto the cold tile floor, along with your shoes which sat messily in the corner, you lift a foot into the tub, stepping in.

immediately, you played with the oddly fancy knobs and managed to turn them on, warm water rushing through the shower head as your tilted your head back into it. the odd colored drink washed away from your hair, falling onto the floor of the tub and down the drain smoothly. you searched for soap, quickly cleaning up and scrubbing your hair twice for good measure. the smell of the soap reminded you of rafe, not surprising considering it was literally his own soap, you told yourself, annoyed by your current thoughts.

the feeling of the slightly cold water hitting your skin was enough to wake you up fully, but you were too lost in the blissful feeling of the water to pay much attention to your surroundings.

that was until you heard the door to the bathroom open, and you peaked your head through the curtain to find rafe, setting a towel on the counter, along with a shirt and a pair of shorts.

“who’s are those?” you questioned, making rafe jump as he realized you were watching him.

“sarah, i just took some from her,” he shrugged, and now you were even more confused.

first, he started talking to you randomly. then he’s helping you stand. then he’s taking you to his room..so you can shower. then he’s getting clothes for you to wear? how much did you have to drink? you started to ask yourself, questioning if this was all you just being wasted.

but it wasn’t, you felt pretty much fine. so there had to be something you were missing.

“just hurry up and change, i’ll be in the other room.” without another glance towards you, rafe left the bathroom, leaving you standing there, wet hair dripping forward from the way you had tilted your head to peek through. you went back to getting the soap out of your hair, rushing a bit more now.

meanwhile, rafe was in his room, just outside the bathroom, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. what the fuck am i doing? was his only thought.

he was honestly just confused as you were. it started when he saw you laying on the couch, mouth agape as your eyes sketched shapes on the ceiling. you just being there was tempting enough, but after that he just had to make his way over to you.

the two of you hadn’t had many conversations in the past, at least no genuine ones. most were just bickering, to be honest. but, just as you thought, the tension was undeniable. the feelings weren’t one sided, that was for sure.

when he caught you from falling over, you had leaned into his warmth and something almost turned in his stomach, which was quite nauseating on his side. it was annoying how fucking worked up he got around you. his mind would spin with options of what to do with you. did he want to just kiss you, fuck you or annoy you to death? he had no idea, but it was overwhelming, to say the least.

so when he invited you to his room to clean up, he wasn’t really thinking about it, because everything was happening at once. he even searched his sisters room for goddamn clothes for you.

interrupting his inner monologue, a door opened and out came your figure, except you weren’t wearing the clothes he had given you. no, you were just in your towel, actually. your skin looked slightly damp still, but your hair had been fluffed out and dried a bit from the towel.

“what are you- where are the clothes i gave you?” rafe asked, standing hesitatingly.

“dunno, wasn’t my style i guess,” you shrugged, looking around his room casually, taking in the very rafe feel it gave.

rafe just scoffed, messing his hair up and stepping closer. “well, you can’t really go out in a towel now, can you?”

this reminded you that there was still a party going on, although it was muffled and a bit quieter as people began to call it a night.

“then i won’t go out.” you stepped closer, looking up at rafe with an expression of uncertainty, trying to identify the look behind his eyes, figure out what the fuck he was up to. but you saw nothing. if anything, there were just a bit of nervousness hidden there.

“and what exactly do you plan on doing, then? since your obviously so wise.” now his guarded demeanor was back up, though he had taken a step closer so your heavy breaths were hitting each other perfectly, hands close to grazing one another’s.

“i don’t know.” then, another reminder flashed in your mind, and you looked back at rafe, “wait, why are you even here? isn’t this like- your party?”

“well, technically topper wanted a party, i wanted to go to bed and sleep for a year.” you chucked at this, figuring he had already gotten fucked up today and didn’t feel like another party. then, taking a risk, you leaned in just a bit, and rafe didn’t pull back. actually, he pushed forward, bringing his large hands to wheel around your waist, setting fire through your veins.

it was as if both of you snapped at the same time, first eyeing each others lips, then pushing forward and taking said lips between your own. the kiss was hungry and long waited, immense relief flushing through you, which took you both by surprise.

not even a few minutes of this passed by before rafe was tugging at the towel, still clinging around your naked body, droplets of water probably wetting his floor.

before letting the fabric reveal your body, rafe looked at you, pulling away for a moment and looking over your features, silently asking permission. a quick nod was all it took for the material to be ripped off and throw to the side, rafe spinning you both around until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you fell back onto the mattress.

rafe looked over you with a smirk, eyes skimming over each and every detail of your body as if savoring it. a lick of his lips was all it took for your thighs to rub together, anticipation becoming too much as you waited for him.

this obviously pissed him off, because now his hands were tearing your legs apart, exposing your bare cunt inch by inch. “don’t even try to cover this up, got it?”

his voice was demanding, and luring, enough to make you nod, eyes softening in obedience, resulting in a snicker from rafe.

he leaned back in, delving down to leave kisses along your collar bone and suck on the flesh until bruises built against your skin, making you whimper and grab his dirty blond tressed with your fingers.

the sound of your whimpers made rafe go crazy, but he tamed the need inside him long enough to work his way down your stomach, placing teasing kisses down your inner thighs, but not once touching the spot you needed the most attention in.

“please, rafe,” you pleaded, not sure where it came from but gong with it once you saw the way he looked up at you, lust blown eyes and parted lips, waiting to be against your cunt.

“please what, hm? tell me what you want me to do, baby,” rafe cooed, fingers clenching around the inside of your thighs so he could push them apart and kiss your inner thighs, resulting in your back arching and hips begging upwards.

“n-need your mouth.” your face blushed with embarrassment of having to speak the words, but rafe just tsked, one hand moving upwards as he used his thumb to draw circles around your cunt, only passing your folds, earning a cry from you.

“i need more than that, doll.”

“fuck! please, j-just need your mouth on me, rafe, need to feel your mouth on my pussy, please!”

it seems that was acceptable for rafe, his thumb pausing just above your clit, then dragging down, finally grazing over the sensitive bud and stimulating it perfectly. your hips jerked at the sensation, but you grew accustomed to the feeling once he began working in small circles.

soon, his mouth was on your cunt, tracing paths over your folds and rubbing at the nub with a flat tongue, constantly sending shivers through you as you moaned with pleasure. his hands stayed at your side, ring clad finger’s cold against your flesh as his tongue dug inside you and began fucking your hole with no remorse.

the shapes and letters his warm tongue carved into you were almost too much, and when you reached down to rake your fingers through his hair, you fought the urge to push his head down and allow him to bury himself completely between your thighs.

“f-fuck! rafe, oh god, feels so good,” you sobbed, voice becoming louder as he hummed into you, a smirk on his lips, no doubt, from seeing you fall apart for him.

rafe pulled away within a second, licking his lip and keeping his eyes on your cunt, calculating his next move. you watched as he did so, suddenly feeling exposed as he raked his eyes over the slick coating your folds and your clit throbbing painfully through them. you squirmed at the emptiness, about to squeeze your thighs together, but you were too late as rafe brought a hand up, middle and forefinger pushing through your folds and embedding themselves within your walls.

a loud gasp escaped your lips as he did so, and you bit down painfully on the cushion of them as his fingers pumped in and out of you with nonstop speed. rafe looked up at you, his own lips parted beautifully as he watched moans flow easily out of your mouth.

“you like that, baby?” came his husky voice, only intensifying your already great pleasure that ran through your body. you nodded at his inquiry, not able to form coherent thoughts under his gaze. and that was when his fingers made a hook and pressed against your most sensitive part, making you squirm.

his smirk became bigger, and his fingers fucked you harder, a desperate attempt to ruin you right there. then he was leaning down, still pumping his fingers, and began to lick your clit with fervor, flicking the bud and sucking without resistance until your thighs were clenching around his head and you were a complete moaning mess.

“oh fuck- i’m g-gonna come rafe, pleaseplease,” you begged pathetically, having no time to be embarrassed as he hummed, nodding his head while still sucking on your clit, and permitted you to let go.

the orgasm took over in a huge wave, which came surprisingly fast, and the only thing on your mind was the bubbling in your stomach that was finally freed. moans and gasps fell from your lips as you wet his tongue and fingers, and rafe didn’t let a drop go to waste as he lapped up your slick, helping to prolong your orgasm.

hands reaching for his hair in dazed motions, eyes closed and lips parted, you mumbled, “t-too much, rafe,” which was the boys que to give you a final kiss on your clit, then remove his head and fingers from your cunt.

now, rafe stared up at you, swiping a ring clad thumb over his bottom lip, which was glistening with your arousal. his thumb then moved to enter your mouth, and you dutifully took in the digit, sucking with starry eyes, and whimpering when he removed it from your grasp.

rafe rose to his full height, still in his shirt and pants, which were no doubt keeping his hard dick from standing tall. suddenly, you felt that flush arise to your cheeks from your being nude, and you bit your lip and reached a hand out to grapple at his shirt. he took this as a sign to pull the material over his head, then going in for his buckle as well. the sound of the metal clinking as he loosened it from its straps was enough to send you into a spiral of anticipation, eyeing his clothed prick impatiently.

rafe had that smirk plastered to his face still, throwing his belt aside and then his pants, making sure not to go too fast as he tormented you.

you let out a whine as he hooked his fingers around his boxers, not pulling them down fully but revealing his v line. “rafe,” you pouted, and he decided to be nice and let them fall down, now unclothed as he kicked off his shoes and settled ontop of you, marking your chest and neck immediately.

sighing with content, you held him close and let his lips suck on your flesh, until the arousal was too much and he began to grind against you, slowly. your cunt was already becoming slick again as he rubbed against your thigh.

rafe lift himself up to his knees, pumping his cock, the point of his tongue poking out from the side of his mouth in concentration. the image of your breasts on display for him, and your lips parted and chest thumping was enough to make the boy cum on the spot.

he raised a brow at you, making sure you were still okay, and once getting a quick nod, he pressed the head of his cock against your folds. in the next second, he was thrusting into you, earning a loud gasp from you, which he covered with a hand on your mouth.

“shh, ‘m gonna fuck you good, okay? just lay there and look pretty,” he teased, but you nodded, wanting nothing more than to do as he said.

the thrusts started out mild, but soon quickened tempo, hips stuttering against yours as he wrapped a hand around your leg and pulled it over his shoulder. this allowed a better angle, and you moaned with him as he repeatedly pounded into your already sensitive cunt.

you slid a hand down your bouncing breasts and stomach, then to your throbbing clit, soothing it with your gentle fingers before rafe slapped them away, as if saying “mine.”

his own hand went around your propped up leg to thumb at your clit, whilst the other made a path over your hips and breasts, fondling with the mound of flesh and pinching your nipple.

the overstimulation was rushing through you violently, his thrusts becoming sloppy, orgasm at the brink. you watched his head fly back, eyes rolling and mouth a gape, hypnotized by how pretty he looked even when he was fucking you.

“rafe,” you repeatedly mumbled, forming no other words in your clouded mind.

“hm? does it feel good? d’you like the way i fuck you, pretty girl?”

“y-yeah, so good,” you hummed, your own head rolling back onto the pillow, hips thrusting up to meet his and satisfy the hunger that once again boiled in your core.

“i’m gonna cum on your tits, are you gonna be good for me?” he said just as your orgasm was about to wash you away, and you nodded fast, once again wanting to be the best you could for him.

then, you came, waves of pleasure splashing through you before he pulled out, still thumbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, using his free hand to fist his cock which hovered over your breasts.

you held your tits in two shaky hands, squeezing them together and massaging them while rafe came, painting your breasts and stomach until he had milked out every last drop he could. he mumbled yes’s and fuck’s, along with your name until his high died down.

breathing harshly, you set ur sight to the ceiling, deep intakes of air causing the ends of rafe’s lips to turn upwards slightly. he leaned down to place one last kiss on your flushed cheek before letting himself fall onto the mattress beside you.

“let’s clean you up,” rafe said, turning to look at you, “the party’s not over yet.”

uhhhh yeah idk how i feel ab this i hope it wasn't terrible ig. reblogs appreciated :)

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[bosskie]

Don't Get Molluck Mad

I felt like drawing or doing a Molluck dub but I chose to draw and do the dub later. (I really wanna make a Molluck dub, I miss doing those dubs...) I kinda shouldn't draw this much, got other stuff to do, but I have started to finally feel better when I decided to draw more. Like that one saying goes, or the one I have heard, 'Do you wanna do well or do in a way that makes you feel good?'.

Even these are just sketches, they do take me like 3-4 hours since I feel like I still do not know how to draw him... When I was drawing that previous colour pencil sketch and this one, I felt like giving up and it's not even unusual that I feel so but I just kept drawing. It feels like I always draw Molluck in a different way... I still feel like I don't draw him in a right way, there's always something wrong... I saw that this looked somehow odd while I was drawing this but couldn't figure out how... But when I took a closer look at this as a photo, I could see it better and edited this a bit digitally to fix the main issue. But I also tried to fix this on paper but eh, I don't know if it looks better or not... Well, gotta just learn from my mistakes and draw better next time. I also don't know how much taking a photo affects stuff since it's difficult to get the right perspective... I do have a scanner too but well, it has some issues and doesn't wanna always scan stuff, so I don't feel like using it. It's like 20 years old scanner.

Now, I just see how I have drawn too little during the recent years... It feels like I have already drawn more now than I did last year... Man, my skills need so much practice... I feel so frustrated right now... It just feels like nothing I draw looks good to me... That's why I don't wanna update the photo being the current paper one... Luckily I do know what's wrong with my stuff but well, that's like the only stuff I see... Well, I still try to post these, even all my mistakes I do in these tend to haunt me...

Sometimes I have thought about making a collage of my favourite Molluck pieces but I feel like I cannot since those flaws... They are just too much for me... Well, the good thing at least is that I do improve all the time and I guess that's why my flaws look worse and worse to me... I have heard about this effect among artists. It's so odd to see your artwork look good one day but later on, it looks so terrible... Man, art is odd and hard... But I just gotta keep drawing, even if I feel like crying, then I gotta draw and cry... There's no other way to learn than just drawing and I got so much paper, so gotta fill them all!