#so I tried to draw myself more accurately

[chickenchirps27]

Bill is so special to me I just want to study him under a microscope and watch him make bad decisions.

[hinamie]

for @cherryys who (rightfully!) hcs lategame megumi as having a bunch of scars befitting his status as resident punching bag

[sysig]

Looking his very best, as much as he can anyhow (Patreon)

[scribl1ta]

I'm going to post one of the silly indulgent drawings from me just trying to recover from the semester like i promised myself for my BIRTHDAY🔜

[snekdood]

bitches prolly out here psychoanalyzing my old art on behalf of my abuser to cushion their belief that im a Horrible Person but then dont see the irony when I point out the shitty things my abuser has drawn and how I see it as clear evidence of their mindset and beliefs (of what's okay to do and how to treat people) descending and pairing that along with everything else they've done and it paints a clear picture of how this person got to the point of thinking it was okay to abuse me the way they did and then the people looking for reasons to hate me through my art will act like "they're just drawings !!!" about their art. which one is it. does someones art say something about them or not? or does it only say something about them if you hate them?

[hisnumber1]

Devil's Embrace

Paring: Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Summery: (Y/n) had found herself at the hazbin hotel. She never thought of redemption but she got a free room while she does her work. (Y/n) made outfits and tailored for people if they pay enough. She loves trying to make unique dresses for balls or for higher class. Keeping her name in the high class of hell, she tailored for the king of hell himself. Finding herself tailoring for him in the hotel of his daughter is an interesting situation.

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Genre: fluff, slowburn, close proximity.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

I find myself leaning back in my seat, sighing. Watching AngleDust flirt with Husker and he growls in response. Charlie is putting more stuff on her board as she tries to figure out how to make the hotel work. I jump back on feet, strolling down the hallway ways to get to my room. I walk into my room filled with drawing and projects I've worked on. I fall flat on my face into my bed, I turn my head, looking at my recent project of a dress.

The dress was a long ballroom dress, with a long v going down the chest. The sleeves were mesh, and at the top it came off the shoulder. The skirt came out and poofed out, with the back covered in a long black mesh. The dress was white, with highlights of red, all of the mesh was black, giving it a dark energy.

Something just seems off, I don't know what it is but it just does. I hear a ping come from across the room. Lifting up my head and seeing my phone light up, I groan as I pull myself up. Walking to my table, I grab my phone and sit on the table. I read the notification, it was an email. I tapped on it, scanning over the text.

"Dear Ms. (L/n),

I hope this email finds you well. I recently purchased a suit, while I am pleased with the quality and style, I find that it is slightly larger than my measurements. Therefore, I am writing to inquire about the possibility of having it tailored to a smaller size.

The suit in question is a white Shawl Lapel with red highlights, the fabrics are jacquard and velvet, and I purchased it about a week ago. I have attached a copy of the receipt for your reference.

I would greatly appreciate it if you could provide me with information on the process and cost involved in resizing the suit. Additionally, if you require any further measurements or details, please do not hesitate to let me know.

I am eager to have the suit adjusted so that it fits perfectly, and I trust your expertise in handling this matter. I am available to schedule an appointment at your earliest convenience.

Thank you for your attention to this request. I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Warm regards,

Lucifer Morningstar"

I sigh as I look at the photos he sent. It is a beautiful suit, but if I did it, the style would be better, but it is not mine. Thinking of what the price is, I need to get his exact measurements to tailor it correctly. Pressing the reply button, I started typing out my reply.

'Dear Mr. Morningstar,

Thank you for reaching out and for providing the details regarding your suit purchase. I appreciate your trust in our tailoring services.

I will be more than happy to assist you with resizing your suit to ensure a perfect fit. Before proceeding, could you please bring the suit to my studio for a fitting session? This will allow me to accurately assess the alterations needed and provide you with a precise cost estimate.

Once I have examined the suit, we will discuss the adjustments required and provide you with a timeline for completion.

Please let us know a convenient time for you to visit our store, and we will schedule an appointment accordingly. Feel free to contact us if you have any further questions or concerns.

Looking forward to seeing you soon and assisting you with your tailoring needs.

Best regards,

(Y/n) (L/n)'

I read over the email before hitting send. 'Wait, isn't Charlie his daughter?' I thought as I look back over his name. I press another reply button and put the the address, letting him know where he could meet me. Tossing my phone onto my bed, I walk out into the lobby again, sitting on the bar stool. "A shot of anything strong." I grumbled at Husk, he was cleaning a glass when he heard me. "What's the occasion?" He asked grabbing a shot glass before pouring some. "Work." I groan with my head on the bar, keeping my eyes shut, my headache gets worse with light.

"Ever thought of getting anything for those migraines?" Husk asked when he placed down the shot, I look up, grabbing the shot and downing it. "Another please. I've looked into it, but I don't need to, I'll just deal with it." Sighing as I push the shot towards Husk. He shakes his head as he pours another one, pushing it towards me. Taking the glass and downing it again.

I hear Charlie in the lobby talking to Vaggie about something, I turn to her. "Hey Charlie. Your dad is gonna come in a few days." I slur out, catching her attention she turned me wide eyed. "What?" She asked as she walked closer. "I'm tailoring a suit of his, I told him I need to take measurements cause he could have grown in the last year." I replied to her. "So he's coming to the hotel?" "Yeah, I think so." Replying to her she chuckled a but before pacing back and forth. "He's only gonna be in my room, just to get measured. He's one my highest paying customers." I chuckle, feeling the alcohol get to my system.

"He emailed me a few minutes ago about getting a suit tailored. I told him that I needed for take his measurements and then I would come up with the price." I explain to her. Charlie's pacing got faster, but she's stops when Vaggie puts her hand on her shoulder. "When would he be here?" Vaggie asked me and I shrugged.

"I can go see if he answered if you would like?" I got up from my seat, walking to my room. Opening my door, I walk to my bed, grabbing my phone. I look at the notifications, seeing a email. I walk out to the lobby, opening the email.

"Dear Ms. (L/n),

Thank you for your prompt response and for offering to assist with resizing my suit. I appreciate your attention to detail and professionalism in addressing my tailoring needs.

I will certainly bring the suit to your studio for a fitting session. I propose scheduling the appointment for this Friday afternoon around 2:00 PM. Please let me know if this time works for you, or if an alternative time would be more convenient.

I look forward to meeting with you and discussing the necessary alterations. Thank you once again for your assistance, and I am confident in your expertise to ensure a perfect fit for my suit.

Best regards,

Mr. Morningstar"

I read out loud. Charlie pauses and starts pacing again. "He can't come. We don't even know if this works. If he comes he'll know I failed." Charlie said lowly, Vaggie hugs her and kisses her cheek. "It'll be fine love." She said as she pulled away from the hug. Vaggie looked over at me and sighed. "He'll be here in two days, just make sure he is only here for that a not going anywhere else. Charlie isn't ready to face him at the moment." She said as she looked up at the clock to check the time.

I nod, I grab the shot glass and down the last one before walking to my room. Falling onto my bed, a breath left my lungs as I hit the bed. I turn over and pick up my phone, unlocking it and looking at the photo of the suit. Thinking for a second, it looks a lot like the dress. Looking between my phone and the dress on the lay figure, they would look together.

Standing up from my bed, I tiptoe to the sewing mannequin. I run my finger across it, looking back at the photo and then back at the dress. A light bulb lit up and I ran to my desk, grabbing safety pins. Taking out my sewing needles, turning on my machine, grabbing buttons. I pull the mannequin next to the desk, sketching out the idea in my head.

A bang woke me from my slumber, I jerk up and look around. Standing in my door way is AngleDust, he looks out of breath. "(Y/n)! My shirt is ruined!" He said as he walked closer with his torn shirt. I groan and put my head back on the desk. "You alright toots?" He asks as he puts his arm on my shoulder. "I'm fine, I finally figured out what was wrong with the dress, and I fixed it. There is a problem though, Lucifer is gonna be here tomorrow and he's kinda matching with his suit." A groan left my mouth, Angle walks over to dress. "It's gorgeous. I mean it's always been." He said as he looked over it.

Sighing as I felt my eyes closing. I stayed up all night working on it, adding new fabrics, adding the details. I felt myself falling asleep again as Angle looked over the dress.

My eyes slowly open, I groan as I sit up. "My back hurts like hell." Groaning as I stood up. It looked dark out, I must have slept all day. Walking out of my room into the lobby, the lights were still on so someone was awake. Yawning as I walk to the bar, my eyes saw Alastor, he was sitting on the couch as he read a newspaper. "Morning Al." I yawn as I pour myself something to drink.

His head perked up at my voice. "Morning, you know it's in the late afternoon right?" He asked as he placed his newspaper down.

"Yeah, I didn't sleep last night. So I slept all day." Yawning as I walk over to the couch, sitting next to Alastor. "Why didn't you sleep?" He asked as he sipped his drink. "Working on that dress." I groan. He hummed in response. I downed the rest of my drink before standing up. "Well Lucifer is coming over tomorrow, so I need to sleep. Night Al." "Oh goodnight (Y/n)." He grinned.

I step into my room, closing the door behind me. Sighing as I walk over to my bed, sitting on the edge before falling backwards. Grunting at the sudden stop, I throw my arm over my eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Waking up to my alarm, I groan. I slowly sit up and turn off my phone. I whimper as the sun hits my eyes, I have to get ready and clean up for the appointment. I pick up my phone reading the time, but I saw that I had a email.

'Dear Ms. (Y/n),

Hello, I hope this email finds you in good health. I wanted to make an appointment to have a meeting. I want some new clothes by your hand. If you have the time for a meeting please contact me.

Love,

Valentino <3'

I read over the email before putting my phone down. I really don't want to deal with him right now, I sighed as I went to my drawers. Pulling out some presentable clothes, then walking to my restroom to take a shower. I turn the knob letting the water start, after I pull my clothes off of me, letting it hit the floor. Pulling my undergarments off before sliding into the shower. The hot water hitting my skin and wetting every inch of my body.

I put shampoo in my hair and scrub it in, soap going down my body as I rinse my hair out. Grabbing the bottle for conditioner, letting my hair run under water. Pouring some into my hand before scrubbing it into my scalp. I let the conditioner soak, I wash my body before rinsing off everything. Turning off the water, I grab a towel and put it around my body.

Walking into my room, striding to my bed, where I put my clothes. Taking the towel and drying off my hair before dressing myself. After wards I look at the time, it read 12:47 pm. I sigh, I still have almost two hours before he gets here. I look around the room, seeing my room is a mess, knowing us have to clean it sooner or later.

Cleaning up my room, putting everything in place before he gets here and picking up trash and dirty laundry. I organized everything and I looked at the time, it was 1:36 pm. My eyes widen as I look at the time. "Shit he'll be here soon!" I yelled at myself and I got a new mannequin out for the suit, making sure I knew where everything I needs was. Keeping track of time, I brushed my hair and put on light makeup, so I didn't look like I was dying.

Getting myself mentally prepared to see the sin of pride. He was cocky everytime you saw him, not a bad cocky but like 'he knows he's hot and he's not afraid to show it off' cocky. The man was hot, I can't denie that.

I walk to the lobby waiting for the knock, not a second later I hear it. Walking to the door, slowly opening it to reveal Lucifer. "(Y/n), it's been to long." He grinned as walked in to the hotel, his eyes shifted all over the lobby. "We will be working in a room back here, just follow me." I say as I lead the way to my room. He gladly follows along behind me, still looking everywhere. We make it to my room and I close the door after he walks in.

"Now if you would please stand here." I ask him to stand on a X mark on the floor. He looked down and nods with a smile. "So how have you been (Y/n)? I haven't seen you in about a year." He asked as he gave me the suit. "Eh, tired. I have been working on a new dress over that year, I finally finished it the day before yesterday." I reply, setting the suit on the mannequin.

"Yeah? May I see it?" He asked as he looked around my room. I nodded and I walked into my other room, I have to rooms attached to each other for my bed room and my studio. Rolling the mannequin out, the jewels sparkled in the sun light.

"That is gorgeous." Lucifer said as he walked over, feeling the fabric. "It looks a little familiar." He said as he put his hand on his chin. His eyes caught on the suit and he gasped. "It's like a set! The dress and my suit." Lucifer stated as his eyes light up. I chuckled and nodded. "I noticed that when you sent me the photos."

"I would love to buy it." He said as he looked at it. I stopped in my tracks. "What?" I asked with a chuckle. "How much, I could gift it to my daughter." He stated as he started pulling out his wallet. "I'm not selling it right now. I actually made it for myself, kinda a dream dress." I chuckled nervously.

You could practly hear his face light up. "I've never seen you wear a dress." He said surprised. "Well yeah, I don't like wearing them." "You should put it on." He said. "No." I said flatly.

"Oh come on (Y/n). You even match with the king if hell, why not put it on?" He asked. "Lucifer, I need to start measurements, please stand where you were." I said with no tone. He was a persistent man. "Come on, I would love to see you in it." He purred out. "Lucifer arms up." I said with a measuring tape in my hands. "Come on." He whined out.

As he is begging me to put on the dress, I just ignore him and measure his body. As I measuring his bust to his groan there was blast and the hotel shaked. Causing Lucifer to tumble over and fall on me.

I closed my eyes at feeling of the rumbling, so I didn't know how close he was to me. "Well hello gorgeous." I hear Lucifer say, I open my eyes to see his face a few inches away from mine. "Oh you're wearing makeup, it looks good on you." He complemented me. "Lucifer get up." I say as I start pushing him. "I am darling." He chuckled. Standing up, he offered me a hand, which I gladly took.

"Well that didn't sound good." He stated as he dusted himself off, I nodded in agreement. "I actually finished measuring you, I would probably charge you about $230." I said as I looked over my notebook, adding the measurements. "Always straight to business. That's what I liked about you." He chuckled. Taking money from his wallet, handing it over to me, before I pull away he takes my hand, bringing it to his lips. Kissing my knuckles for a moment before pulling away. "Well I'll see myself out, and you should probably check what that sound was." Lucifer said as he started walking out of my room.

Watching him walk off, I felt the heat leave my face. When did that happen? When did my face get so hot? I asked myself, but just blew it off as me just getting hot. Placing down my money on the table, and I hear another bang. Groaning as more rubble falls down in my room. "Ughhh! What is that!?" I yelled out.

A/n: My first story on here and I plan to write more. Sorry if I update slow but I'll get around to doing it!

[ktaerssoi]

plsss kate martin angst

drunk words

kate martin x fem!reader summary: you had known kate since you were kids, what happens when you except your feelings for her?

you and kate had known each other for years, you had even gone to Iowa with her. over the years, you've developed a small crush on her, kate's amazing attitude and kindness drawing you to her. 

kate walks into your shared apartment, arms full of grocery bags. you quickly spring up from your spot on the couch to help her. "hey, successful trip?" you joke, gasping as you spot your favorite snack. 

kate laughs, closing the fridge as she looks at your excited expression. "i saw you were running low, thought i would get you some more." 

you quickly put it in your secret stash in your room, "what would i do without you?" kate shrugs, her eyes seeming to sparkle. "i dunno, probably starve." 

"oh shut up, acting as if i don't do anything by myself.." you mumble the last part, continuing to put away groceries. 

"hey i heard there's a party tonight! wanna go? i heard there will be cute guys." kate nudged your arm lightly, smirking at the thought of setting you up with someone. "plus you and i both know we need to get out more." 

"hey, i get out! plus, i don't need any guys, i have you for a reason." you cross your arms as you watch her put away the last item. "okay true," kate hums, "but I'm tired of rotting away every friday night. it'll be fun i swear. need a remind you about the cute guys?" 

you sigh, nodding. "okay, what time is it at?" you over to the clock on the wall, it reading 5:23 pm. "it starts at eight but we should probably get there earlier for the good liquor." kate winks, a grin on her face.

"i bet i could get a guy to get me a drink," she smiles, leaning against the kitchen counter. "can you shut up about the guys? that's not helping." 

kate was taken aback by your sudden attitude, but her shock was quickly replaced by a smug look. "are you jealous or something?" 

you scoff, rolling your eyes at her implication. "jealous? of what?" you tried to shrug off her idea, knowing deep down you were jealous that she wasn't talking about you like that. 

kate gives you a teasing look, smirking "yes you are! admit it, you're crushing on some girl." she gasps, giggle "aw are you crushing on me?" she teases you, playfully pushing your shoulder. 

"no kate, can't you just drop it?" you uncross your arms, walking over your bed as you try to ignore her surprisingly accurate accusation. kate laughs as she follows, jumping onto your bed next to you. "c'mon you know i won't judge, just tell me" 

"no kate, this is something i want to keep to myself." you turn on your side, facing away from her. kate frowns, a little disappointed. she stays silent for a few moments before speaking again. "okay fine, i'll drop it, but you know i always find out." 

"shut up," you mumble into your pillow, "plus how could i have a crush on you? i'm not even gay." kates eyes widen before she bursts out laughing, "good one, but we both know that's bullshit." 

you don't say anything, know that speaking would just dig yourself a deeper hole of no return. you decide to take a quick nap before the party. 

you wake up a little before seven, meaning you had about an hour to get ready. you first got dressed, throwing on something party-appropriate. realizing that kate had fallen asleep too, i woke her up. “c’mon kate, we gotta go soon.”

she got up with a groan, dragging her feet over to the bathroom. kate usually takes a little while to get ready, but she manages a good pace as she walks around the apartment. "ready,"

you stand up from your seat at the kitchen table, looking at her up and down. she looks good. "you look really pretty," kate smiles at you, causing color to rush to your cheeks. 

you point to the door, regaining your composure, "lead the way." the party wasn't far from your apartment, so the two of you opted to walk. as you got up to the house you could already feel the vibrations of the loud music. 

kate takes a look at you and grins, "alright, lets do this." you shake your head as she pulls you forward, walking through the front door. taking a deep breath, you take in the unfamiliar surroundings. people were crowding the small space, empty solo cups already littered the available surface area. 

kate quickly got caught up with people, fitting right in. you on the other hand, had made your way to a nearby wall, trying to scope out the people. you smiled as you spotted jada and gabbie, two of kate's teammates. 

the duo was taking to a group of football players, and you grabbed a drink on the way over to calm your nerves. "hey guys," jada's face lights up at your appearance, and gabbie is quick to hug you. 

"hey! we didn't expect to see you here tonight?" gabbie looked to jada, who then nodded at you. "yeah how's it going?" jada took a sip of her drink, waiting for your answer. 

"good, kate dragged me here. something about cute guys." you shrug, taking a sip of your drink. jada looks around, nodding. "yeah, i guess there are some cute guys here. they're all total douchebags though."

gabbie nods, also looking around. "speaking of our dear friend kate, where is she?" you pause, trying to remember if you saw her on your way over. "um, last i saw she was talking to some group of girls." 

jada and gabbie give each other a look, causing your eyebrows to knit together in confusion. "what?" you ask, feeling nervous almost. "nothing, it's just kate said she liked someone and we've been trying to figure out who." jada explains 

"and you think its a girl?" you take another sip of your drink, taking in the new information. why hadn't kate told you? "well she said no to every guy we said, so were out of ideas. plus it would kind of make sense" 

"how?" you were interested, maybe you did have a chance. "well you know, you guys have always kind of been like, you know." gabbie tries to explain, but you don't understand what she means. "no? i don't know?" 

"you guys have always had that kind of friend or dating type of thing." jada puts in bluntly, causing you to nod a barely audible 'oh' escaping your lips. "we're not saying she likes you though, or that we think you're like that, just, you know." 

"no, i still don't 'know'" you cross your arms, tired of people being vague. "i'm going to go get a refill," i mutter, walking away from them. 

getting over to the drink table, you run into the main topic of conversation. kate was chatting it up with a new group of people, all of which seemed to be paying a great deal of attention to her. you know it's wrong, but you're tired of seeing her with everyone but you. 

you pour yourself another drink before walking over to her. "hey kate," you mumble, squeezing in between her and some random guy from the group she was talking to. 

kate turns to you, still laughing from whatever joke the guy had said. she beamed at you, giving you a once-over. "look who it is! i was wondering where you went." 

"i ran into jada and gabbie, so i was hanging with them." you smile, and you can smell the strong scent of alcohol on her breath. kate giggles as she sees you eyeing her. "mm, well im trying to have fun too and these guys aren't the best company, you know?" 

why does everyone think you know? you turn to look at the group of guys, they're all drunk, laughing their asses off about something. "but anyway, you're here now," she murmurs, looping her arm around your waist loosely. "we can have our own fun now," 

you nod, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "yeah sure, want to go dance?" kate smiles as she pulls you to the makeshift dance floor. the alcohol had clearly relaxed her significantly, making her more carefree and touchy. 

you smile as you watch kate, she looked like she was having fun, even catching some people's attention. a few songs in a guy approaches you, "hey, i noticed you dancing over here. is that your girlfriend?" you laugh as he nods to kate. "uh no, she is just my roommate."

"oh so you're single then?" he gives you a cheesy smile as he looks you up and down. "you're really pretty, would you maybe want to go grab a drink?" you turn back to kate, seeing her talking to some other girl.

"yeah, i would love to." the guy smiles, offering you his hand. "i'm eric, by the way." he comments as he leads you away from kate. "okay, i am going to make you the best damn party drink you've ever had." eric says, grabbing a cup.

"hmm, i don't know, a shearly temple is pretty hard to beat." you laugh, watching him pour things into your cup carefully. meanwhile, kate has finished up her conversation, and is now scanning the room for you, coming up empty-handed.

"so you having fun tonight?" eric asks, handing you the cup. "yeah, it's been fun. i don't go to parties much." you nod, taking a sip of the drink he made. "really? you seem like the type to be invited to them all the time."

"i didn't say i don't get invited, i just don't come." you laugh, nodding your head as you take another sip. "you're a real stunner and you always know what to say, i like that in a girl. want to find somewhere quieter where we can talk?"

he eyes you hungrily, and you realize how much taller he is than you. "aw, im flattered but i need to finish this drink you made me! it's really good." you say, taking yet another sip.

"you could be enjoying much more than the drink if you come with me." he smiles, whispering into your ear. "thanks for the offer but i have to get back to my roommate, she's a. bit of a lightweight if you know what i mean."

"you're picking her over me? i thought we were having a good time, but i guess we have to cut it short because your friend can't handle herself." you nod, confused as to where this attitude is coming from. "yeah, i guess we will."

you walk away, trying to locate kate. you finally spot her talking to jada, a worried look on her face. "hey guys, what's up?" you say breathlessly, tired from squeezing through the crowd. kate's eyes widen as she sees you, relaxing a little. "there you are, i was looking everywhere for you. where'd you go? and why didn't you answer my text?"

"oh sorry, i was with some guy." kate narrows her eyes at your response, seeming almost mad. "'some guy?' who? and how is he more important than us? what were you even talking about" kate was mad, she was mad that you had someone else prioritized above her.

"a bunch of things, and it wasn't like we were hooking up in the bathroom, so calm down." you cross your arms, getting defensive. "he asked if i was single and you were off talking to some girl so i just said yes. he was a nice guy."

"what was his name? or did you guys not get to talking about that?" kate asked pointedly. "what is with the interrogation? i said he was a nice guy alright?" you roll your eyes, not quite sure why she was acting this way.

kate places her hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you? "hey im just trying to understand who this guy is." you shrug her hand off of you, pulling back. "okay i just told you, so can you drop it? i'm going to go get a drink."

kate flinches, her smile dropping as you brush her off. "whats with her mood?" jada asks, sitting on the couch next to kate. "shut up, dude." kate says, leaning back, resting her head on top of her head.

"fuck," you mumble as you accidentally spill a drink. you eventually clean it up. after that, not paying any mind to how you might feel the next day, you pour yourself a few more just to try and lighten your mood.

you find your way to the dance floor again, you see kate as you dance. you don't know if she sees you, but you dance as if she's watching you.

some random football player comes up to you, just making you even more ticked off. you excuse yourself, squeezing past him to go find kate. even if you were slightly upset, you weren't going to leave with out her.

kate sees you coming towards her, and her face lights up immediately. she moves to wrap her arms around you, relieved to see you again. but as she looks closer, she notices your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, and her smile fades. "hey are you okay? you look a bit..drunk."

she pulls back from the hug slightly, gently holding your face in her hands and studying your expression. "yeah i'm fine, can we go home?" you hiccup.

"yeah, yeah for sure. hey jada we're going to head out." kate days bye to people on the way out, guiding you through the crowd with her hand on your lower back.

"sorry i'm making you leave so early." you mumble, your eyes barely staying open. "hey, it's okay. don't worry about me. i just want to make sure you're alright." she looks at you with concern in her eyes, clearly worried about your emotional state.

once you and kate get back to your apartment you quickly change, completely forgetting she was still there. "woah, hey im still here." kate says, turning around, even if she has seen you many times before.

"sorry, you can turn back now." you mutter, walking to the bathroom to wash your face. "hey, don't worry about it. It's no big deal. I just wasn't expecting you to change so quickly." she smiles softly, noticing the tear stains on your cheeks. her heart aches for you, and she wants nothing more than to comfort you

"guys suck, so much." you sigh, climbing into bed, "and i don't even like them!" kate chuckles, a mixture of amusement and sympathy in her eyes. "yeah, well you know you don't have to force yourself to like them? you don't need to be in a relationship to be happy."

you nod, still very much under the influence, "i guess, but like i don't like any men, like i just want you. why can't you want me like i want you?" you begin to doze off, "things would be so much easier."

kate's heart skips a beat at your admission, her eyes widening in surprise. she wouldn't admit it, especially to your drunk self, but she knew deep down she wanted you too.

"get some sleep, we can talk tomorrow." kate said, leaning down and brushing some hair out of your face.

notes: sooo 🌝 you asked for kate angst and i think i failed miserably but whatever! anyway, i hate this sm and it makes zero sense so i would love feedback!

[thewritetofreespeech]

Gale x Tav

words: 1613

rating: E

pairing: Gale x Tav (post game pairing)

summary: part ii of the previous Gale x Tav work. (part i part iii)

tags: magic sex (literally. but also metaphorically), heterosexual sex, f/m, slight voyeurism, Gale still using magic for naughty reasons

To say it was hard to focus the rest of the day was an understatement.

Not only were you still reeling from what Gale had done earlier, you were also now looking forward to tonight when he would do it again.

Once classes were over, and the day done, you went home immediately. You ate a small dinner, which you weren’t hungry for with your stomach in knots, but Gale would be disappointed if you didn’t eat. You took a bath. Then you laid naked in bed waiting for the fun to start. The two of you hadn’t set a time. So, you anxiously waited to start feeling the now familiar touch on your clit and body from Gale’s ring.

You weren’t sure if it had been a while or blink of time, your anticipation making it hard to get an accurate read on an internal clock, but eventually the sensations started. You let out a sigh as you sunk deeper into the soft bedding.

Now that you knew what was going on, and you were alone, you were able to enjoy it fully. Letting your body go with the feeling. Uninhabitable moaning. Touching parts of your body that the ring wasn’t linked to. Your mouth gasped open as you cupped your breasts and played with your nipple. Pleasure building as you writhed on the bed for your phantom lover.

“Gods above….”

Your eyes snap open at the sound of that hushed exclamation. Sitting up on your elbows and seeing Gale there in the doorway. In the flesh. His own eyes on you with this look of dumbfounded stupor and lust. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at the summit.”

“I left early.” He told you. Crossing over the threshold now and into the room. “There was only one more day, and it was boring anyhow, so I told them I had to return home. Because my wife needed me.” You bite your lips and draw your knees closer together, as you feel a warm pull in the pit of your stomach. Technically, he didn’t lie. Oh, how you needed him.

Gale was by the bed quickly and was already out of most of the buttons on his shirt by the time he was there. “I see my new present works. Do you like it?”

“It’s certainly…stimulating.” You reply in a cheeky manner. Gale returns your smirk and touched the stone on his ring again. The reaction instantaneous as you moan to the feeling. Somehow more intense and arousing with him in the room.

“I’ll say. It certainly was stimulating watching you enjoy it earlier today through my minds eye.” The wizard climbed on the bed and on top of you with an uncharacteristic amount of grace for a wizard. His eye, normally warm and a soft brown, burning with desire only for you. “I had to come back and see it for myself.”

Your arms wrap around Gale’s neck and pull him down for a kiss. Unable to wait any longer. The kiss was hungry. Passionate. The build up was one thing, but now that Gale was here, it was like an inferno had been lit inside you. You don’t think Karlach and her infernal engine could burn as hot as you did right now for your husband.

Gale returned your fire wholeheartedly. It was a surprise. The former chosen was by no means apathetic in bed, but he usually liked to take things slow. Be patient. Capture and build on the moment. Make sure everything was done thoroughly and properly before you both exhaled in ecstasy and calling it a night. Now, however, he was like a man consumed with fervor. The distance and almost 8 hours of foreplay ‘til now, if you counted the anticipation from this afternoon until now, seemed to have its effect on Gale as well.

He fumbled with his trousers as he tried to get out of them but not break the kiss. Eventually, he realized that was impossible, and let out a curse as he pulled back from you to get them off. “Such language, professor.”

Gale smirked at you. Immediately back on top of you once he was free. “You’re one to talk. I heard you earlier, and just now. Nearly as bad as that foul mouth pixie.” Hardly, you want to tell him. But Gale was shifting his weight above you and pulled off his ring before handing it to you. “Here. Put it on.” He was already slipping the ring onto your finger by the time he finished asking. The band only able to fit on your thumb with the size difference in your fingers. “I want you to use it while I make love to you. Feel the full effect of its magic while I’m inside you.”

Your mind lets out a guttural moan at the suggestion, but your lips stay closed as you examine the ring. It was a thrilling idea. To be, in part, the master of your own pleasure. Hesitantly you touch the ruby red stone on the ring and feel a surge of sensation rush from your center and up your spine. This time, you do indeed moan.

“Gods above…it is better in person….” Gale’s attention seemed fixed on your face, fascinated by it, as he brought up a hand to caress your cheek.

Your eyes open, and you have to assume your eyes are as black as the darkness of Shar. “Are you going to just stay there and stare at me?” Your head lances up, out of his grasp, to give him a biting kiss. “Or are you going to fuck me?”

There was a low growl from Gale. Though he was usually a man who didn’t appreciate vulgar words in his immense vocabulary, in bed was the only place he tolerated them. Judging by the twitch of his cock against your inner thigh, he more than just tolerated them.

Never one to disappoint a request from his lover, Gale moved to position himself between your legs and slid in. You were so wet from earlier, and the anticipation of finally getting a hard cock inside you, that there was little resistance as he pushed in. You moan eagerly. Though the Mage Hands earlier today had been nice they were nothing compared to the firm feel of your husband inside you. “Gods you’re so hard….”

“You’re not the only one in need, my love.”

He began to thrust. Slow and deep inside you. Sweet words of how much he missed you this week fall from that skilled tongue. You reciprocate his feelings but are too tightly wound to respond. So you just babble.

His thrusting increases and you feel like you’re on the edge of a great void. Been on the edge of some great void. Yet you can’t jump off of it. You reach of Gale’s ring still on your finger from he behind his head, your legs and arms wrapped tight around his back, and start to rub. A cry came out of your mouth as it was more intense than before, but you were surprised to hear Gale cry out as well.

“Hells…I can feel it….” His hip movements become erratic as he thrust deeper and faster into you. Seeming to want to get closer to the sensation. “I never expected….this is an unexpected turn of events….Oh Gods…is this what it’s been like for you?”

You want to tell him yes but you’re too lost in ecstasy to say anything coherent. The magic from Gale’s ring teasing your clit. His hard cock plunging into your body. Hands on your breasts and body so much so that you wonder if he had in fact called Mage Hands back into play. Still you were just on that precipice. Until you toppled over it not with a step but violent push. Your body & mind racked with waves of pleasure that batter you like a ship as your hands cling to the bedding to make sure you weren’t swept away in its current.

Gale continues until you fall back to the bed like jelly, and he collapses on top of you. Clearly having splendidly finished as well.

After a moment to catch your breath, Gale rolled over beside you to his side. Then with a tired, limp hand he reached over to remove his ring. Placing it safely on the nightstand where it wouldn’t be bumped and cause anymore trouble. “That was amazing.”

“It certainly was.” You agree as you curl up beside him.

“You were amazing. I had no idea when I created this that it would…well…be so…” It was amusing to watch Gale stumble over his words on the topic. Like he hadn’t just aggressively fucked you into the mattress like a mad man. Like he hadn’t come up with the idea for his ring all on his own. “Well I think the word ‘stimulating’ was used earlier, and that certainly hit the spot.”

“You certainly did.”

You giggle at Gale’s flustered expression. Still finding the shift from Gale 30 seconds ago to now utterly amusing. And in all honesty, incredibly hot. You lean up to give him a kiss before your tired bones give out and call you back to the bed. “Let’s get some sleep. We can certainly do more ‘experimenting’ tomorrow, if you’d like.”

Gale doesn’t respond. But you can see the grin out of the corner of your eye before the close with desire for sleep. He lifted his hand and waved it in the air. A blanket carefully draping over you to magically tuck you in. Magic was certainly helpful for so many things.

[shotmrmiller]

Okay but, this is fun! (When I was a server? I wore short skirts, stockings and heeled boots. They let me wear them, I had no joy in my life. So? I dressed up my uniform to make myself happy at the sacrifice of my feet at the end of shift.) I don’t miss it but, I had fun as a server.

Running up to the bar and whispering to Johnny to ‘look at table 4’ because the lady sitting there is recovering from a bbl and has bandages *holding* her butt up. (True story)

Any bit of gossip, you beeline back and Simon’s already waiting like ‘wots happenin’ now?’

Making faces at Johnny as you take someone’s order to show you’re displeased.

Whining to Simon ‘it’s that guy who sends everything back to get it comped again!’ When he hears someone sent the wings back… *again*

Snickering openly as Johnny is stuck with 2 horny old ladies at the bar and making faces at him when the customers aren’t looking to mock him.

Standing with Johnny at the bar and quietly conversing. “Nae way, that’s her father’ ‘I’m telling you! Crusty dusty with his side dish!’

Quickly squeaking behind Simon when shit looks like it’s going to get real in a few seconds. ‘Oh, that local crack head is back- Simon! Great to see you!’ *quickly scoots behind him* and just like- ‘hi!’ And peaking around him like he’s a s.w.a.t shield

Having to shoo Johnny away from the food Simon made you- ‘yea left it unattended!’ ‘This is the only food I’ve had in the past 6 hours! Simon! He’s eating my food!’ ‘She lies!’

Going to Simon with puppy dog eyes when you can’t open a jar-

Johnny plonking his butt down in the booth you’re rolling silverware in and not leaving even when you try and shoo him away to tend to the bar- the boss is glaring at me! He’s getting mad at me! Move your butt before I get in trouble because of you!’

Price being the manager that lets you get away with murder. If it makes you happy? He’ll turn a blind eye as long as you do your job. That goes for the other two knuckle heads… with you around? Johnny’s not fucking the customer base as often, leaving less upset girls coming in and making scenes when he inevitably doesn’t call them back. And Simon is fighting less, taking less smoke breaks (saving them for later) and making more orders properly (so you don’t get flack for it) so, he’ll turn a blind eye to what they’re doing to you… not that he isn’t doing it himself.

Trauma bonding from the shit job makes you real close that it kind of- makes you ignore when they get too handsy? ‘They’re still the guys, it’s fine’

(Bistro Huddy is so accurate it’s painful…)

(Dubious *not really* consent: Being trapped in the out of the way supply closet in the far back where no one goes. Your shift ended an hour ago but, you’re stuck; bent over an old chair stored there. Price zips up his pants- before you can stand back up again Simon’s stepping in where Price is stepping out and pushing you to bend back over the chair again. -Johnny running in for a quickie whenever he can- By the time the guys close up? You’re sore, gaping, leaking, overstimulated, and sniffling. And they’re all drawing straws who get’s to take you home and ‘take care of you’ so you’ll show up to your shift tomorrow.…I can’t do nsfw to save my life… I’m sorry, lol)

(Thought of this at the end but, Server Gaz?)

I WANT YOU TO KNOW

YOU WRETCH (affectionate, oh so affectionate i could kiss you)

THAT THE LAST BIT

OHHH MAN IM SCRREAMINGGGGUH

chile. having to give your receipts and the 3% you owe to price always ends up with his spend soaking your knickers :/ he prob knows your body better than you do, clever fingers making you peak before he does because yall (he) doesn't have the luxury of time on yalls (his) side. (not the other servers banging on the door because theyre just trying to go home)

imagine running to kyle because he seems to be the only sane one. you tried to eat lunch with him that one time in the back but it ended up with you cockwarming him as you attempted to pathetically eat your burger. (he hadn't even touched you and you'd come twice. poor you, so pent up from the week's frustrations. wait til simon hears about this.)

johnny doesn't hear about it but feels it once he finds you in the corner booth no one uses except the waiters who close, tiredly doing the silverware. his hands make quick work of your apron and the button on your jeans, pads of his fingers lightly catching your clit and dipping into your entrance but surprise surprise. wet. slick.

he mutters in your ear if it was price or simon that's left a mess behind but kyle's sitting a couple tables down from you counting his tips. that'd be me, sorry.

he's not sorry.

simon would be the type to scoop up his seed with his thick fingers and stuff it back into your used cunt talkin bout take that with you like it's a box to go lmao

[kiesbrainjuice]

— TEACHER’S PET ! kuroo

syn : he is your teacher, you’re his student

wc : 4.1k

tw : smut, teacher and studen,t relationship (but they're around the same age), rough sex, fingering, cervix fucking, mid public sex, university au

The early morning sunlight filtered through the large windows of the gymnasium, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Motes of dust danced in the golden beams, lending an almost ethereal quality to the empty space. I stood at one end of the court, my muscles coiled with anticipation as I prepared to practice my serves. The solitude of the gym was a comforting cocoon, allowing me to focus solely on my technique without the distraction of my classmates' chatter or the weight of their expectations.

Or so I thought.

As I tossed the ball into the air, my arm pulling back to strike, a deep voice behind me shattered the silence, making me startle. The ball fell forgotten to the floor, bouncing away as I spun around.

"Your stance is a bit off, y/n."

Kuroo-sensei stood there, his tall frame silhouetted against the morning light. His usual smirk played on his lips, but there was something different in his eyes today - an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat. His presence was both commanding and disarming, drawing me in even as it set my nerves on edge.

"Um, sorry?" I stammered, feeling heat creep up my neck and settle in my cheeks. "I didn't realize anyone else was here, sensei."

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rich. "Clearly. You seemed pretty lost in your own world there." Kuroo-sensei took a few steps closer, his gait casual but purposeful. "Mind if I give you a few pointers?"

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my heart rate had suddenly accelerated. "Of course not. I'd appreciate the help."

He nodded, closing the remaining distance between us. "Good. Now, let's start with your basic stance."

Before I could prepare myself, Kuroo-sensei's hand was on my shoulder, warm and steady. "Relax," he murmured, his voice pitched low. "You're too tense. Volleyball is about fluid motion, not rigid poses."

I tried to take a deep breath, but it caught in my throat as his other hand came to rest lightly on my hip. The touch was professional, meant to guide my posture, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me that I couldn't ignore.

"Your feet should be a bit wider apart," he instructed, using gentle pressure to nudge my stance wider. "Like this. It gives you a more stable base."

I nodded mutely, hyper-aware of every point of contact between us. Kuroo-sensei's chest was mere centimeters from my back, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. His breath tickled my ear as he continued his instructions, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Now, your arm motion." His hand slid from my shoulder down my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "You're rushing it a bit. Try to make it one smooth movement, like this." He guided my arm through the serving motion, his larger hand engulfing mine.

"L-like this?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kuroo-sensei stepped back slightly, his hands falling away. The loss of contact was both a relief and a disappointment. "Much better," he said with a nod of approval, his dark eyes meeting mine. "Now, let's see you put it all together."

I took a deep breath, grateful for the chance to regain my composure. Retrieving a ball, I tried to focus on the techniques he'd shown me rather than the lingering sensation of his touch. I tossed the ball into the air, my body moving through the serve with more fluidity than before. The ball sailed over the net with a satisfying 'thwack', landing just inside the back line.

"Good," Kuroo-sensei commented, his tone genuinely pleased. "That's a significant improvement already. Keep working on that form, and you'll see your serves getting more powerful and accurate."

"Thanks," I replied, a mix of pride and embarrassment coloring my voice. "I really appreciate your help, sensei."

He nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary. There was something in his eyes - a warmth, an interest - that made my pulse quicken. "Anytime, y/n," he said finally, his trademark smirk returning. "Just remember to focus on the fundamentals. And maybe…" he paused, his smirk widening slightly, "…consider coming in for some extra practice sessions. I'd be happy to work with you one-on-one."

The offer hung in the air between us, laden with unspoken implications. I found myself nodding before I could fully process the suggestion. "I… I'd like that, sensei. If you're sure it wouldn't be too much trouble."

"No trouble at all," he assured me, his voice dropping to that low register that seemed to resonate in my very bones. "I always enjoy working closely with dedicated students."

The double meaning in his words was impossible to miss, and I felt my face flush anew. "Then… I'll look forward to it," I managed to reply, my voice steadier than I felt.

Kuroo-sensei's smile softened for a moment, becoming something more genuine and almost tender. Then, as quickly as it had appeared, his usual cocky grin was back in place. "Excellent. We'll set something up soon. For now, though, I should let you get back to your practice."

He turned away then, retrieving a stray ball from the court and tossing it into the air absently. I watched him for a moment, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling inside me - gratitude, excitement, and a nervous anticipation that I wasn't quite ready to name.

--

The gymnasium buzzed with activity as our class filed in for volleyball practice. The familiar squeak of sneakers on polished floors and the rhythmic thud of balls hitting the ground filled the air. I took my place among my classmates, trying to focus on our warm-up exercises, but my eyes kept drifting to the tall figure of Kuroo-sensei.

He stood at the center of the court, clipboard in hand, his messy black hair as untamed as ever. As he began to explain today's drills, his gaze swept over the class, pausing briefly as it met mine. A small smirk played at the corner of his mouth before he continued speaking.

"Alright, everyone. We're going to work on receives today. Pair up and spread out."

As we divided into pairs, I couldn't help but notice Kuroo-sensei's eyes following me. When I glanced back, he quickly looked away, jotting something on his clipboard. The memory of our early morning encounter flashed through my mind, bringing a flush to my cheeks.

Throughout the practice, our eyes seemed to find each other repeatedly. Each time, a jolt of electricity ran through me, making it difficult to concentrate on the drills. More than once, I fumbled a receive, earning a raised eyebrow from my partner.

"y/n," Kuroo-sensei called out after one particularly poor attempt. "Remember what we discussed about your stance. Wider base, stay low."

I nodded, trying to ignore the knowing look in his eyes. "Yes, sensei," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt.

As the class progressed, I managed to regain some of my focus, but the undercurrent of tension remained. Every time Kuroo-sensei approached to offer advice or demonstrate a technique, I was acutely aware of his presence, the scent of his cologne, the warmth radiating from his body.

Finally, as practice wound down, Kuroo-sensei clapped his hands for attention. "Good work today, everyone. Hit the showers. y/n, could you stay back for a moment?"

My heart leapt into my throat as my classmates filed out, a few casting curious glances my way. I approached Kuroo-sensei, wiping my palms nervously on my shorts.

"You wanted to see me, sensei?" I asked, trying to keep my voice level.

He waited until the last student had left before speaking, his voice low and tinged with concern. "Is everything alright, y/n? You seemed distracted today."

I swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze. "I'm fine, sensei. Just… a bit tired, I guess."

Kuroo-sensei stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body. "Are you sure that's all it is?" he asked softly. "Because if our session this morning made you uncomfortable…"

"No!" I said quickly, perhaps too quickly. I forced myself to meet his eyes. "No, that's not it at all. I appreciated your help. It's just…" I trailed off, unsure how to explain the turmoil of emotions I was feeling.

He studied me for a long moment, his dark eyes intense. "I see," he said finally, a note of understanding in his voice. "Well, my offer still stands. If you'd like some extra practice sessions, I'm available."

I nodded, my heart racing. "I'd like that, sensei. When… when were you thinking?"

A slow smile spread across his face. "How about tomorrow morning? Same time as today. We can work on your receives."

"Okay," I agreed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be here."

Kuroo-sensei's hand came to rest on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Good. I'm looking forward to it, y/n."

As I turned to leave, he called out once more. "And y/n? Try to get some rest tonight. I need you focused tomorrow."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. As I walked out of the gym, I could feel Kuroo-sensei's eyes on me, and I knew that sleep would be the last thing on my mind tonight.

--

The morning sunlight filtered through the windows of the empty locker room, casting soft, dappled patterns on the floor. It had been several months since I first joined the volleyball academy, and in that time, Kuroo-sensei and I had established a routine of sorts. We often met before and after practice for extra coaching or to discuss strategies. Our interactions were always professional but tinged with a subtle tension that neither of us acknowledged outright.

I had arrived early again, hoping for some solitude before practice began. As I changed into my practice gear, the cool air and the routine helped calm my mind from the events of the previous day with Kuroo-sensei.

Lost in thought, I didn't hear the door open quietly behind me. Startled by the sudden movement, I turned just in time to see the figure of someone entering. Without thinking, I grabbed my water bottle from the bench and instinctively threw it towards the intruder.

The bottle sailed through the air with surprising accuracy, but just before it hit its target, Kuroo-sensei moved swiftly, catching it in mid-air with a deftness that belied his usual confidence. For a split second, his eyes widened in surprise, his usual smirk replaced by a startled expression as he registered the scene before him.

"Oh, my… I'm so sorry, Sensei!" I blurted out, my face turning crimson as I realized what had happened. "I thought…"

Kuroo-sensei held up a hand, cutting off my apology. His gaze flickered between me and the bottle in his hand, his posture suddenly less assured. "It's okay," he said quickly, his voice a touch huskier than usual. "I should have knocked. I didn't mean to startle you."

I nodded, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and relief. "I-I didn't know it was you," I managed to say, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush.

He glanced away, his fingers tightening around the water bottle. "Right. Sorry about that."

We stood there in awkward silence for a moment, the air thick with tension. I shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of my state of undress and his presence so close to me.

"I'll… I'll just finish getting ready," I muttered finally, turning away to retrieve my uniform.

"Yeah," Kuroo-sensei replied quickly, his voice slightly hoarse. "I'll see you on the court."

I nodded again, not trusting myself to speak further. As he left the locker room, I let out a shaky breath, feeling a strange mix of confusion and curiosity about the encounter. Kuroo-sensei's sudden lack of confidence had surprised me, adding another layer to our already complex dynamic.

Once dressed, I made my way to the gym, trying to shake off the unease that lingered from the encounter. The image of Kuroo-sensei's startled expression played over in my mind, along with the memory of how quickly he had retreated from the situation.

As practice began and the rest of the team arrived, I couldn't help but steal glances at Kuroo-sensei, wondering what had caused his unusual reaction in the locker room. The tension between us remained, but now there was a new element of uncertainty that made me question everything I thought I knew about him.

--

The next day at practice, I tried to shake off the awkwardness from my previous encounter with Kuroo-sensei. As I entered the gym, the usual buzz of conversation and the sound of volleyballs hitting the floor filled the air. I made my way to my usual spot, stretching and warming up for the day's drills.

Practice started as it always did, with Kuroo-sensei leading us through a series of warm-ups and drills. I focused on my form and technique, trying to push the lingering thoughts of the locker room incident out of my mind. But my concentration was soon interrupted by one of my classmates, Hiroshi, who had taken a particular interest in me over the past few weeks.

"Hey, you’re looking really good out there today," Hiroshi said, flashing me a charming smile as we partnered up for a drill.

"Thanks," I replied, my smile polite but not particularly enthusiastic. Hiroshi was nice enough, but his constant flirting was starting to wear on me.

As we continued the drill, Hiroshi kept up a steady stream of compliments and casual touches, his hand brushing my arm or shoulder a bit too often. I tried to focus on the practice, but his attention was distracting.

Kuroo-sensei's voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding. "Hiroshi, focus on the drill, not the flirting."

Hiroshi chuckled, not seeming to take the hint. "Relax, Sensei. We're just having a little fun."

Kuroo-sensei's eyes narrowed, his usual smirk replaced by a hard, disapproving line. "Fun is fine, but not at the expense of your teammates' concentration. Get back to work."

I glanced at Kuroo-sensei, noticing the tension in his jaw and the way his eyes flickered with something akin to anger. The rest of the practice continued in a similar fashion, with Hiroshi's flirtations growing bolder and Kuroo-sensei's irritation more evident.

By the time practice ended, I was both physically and mentally exhausted. As the rest of the team filtered out of the gym, I lingered, waiting for my usual post-practice chat with Kuroo-sensei. I made my way to the locker room, hoping to avoid any further awkward encounters.

As I waited for the other girls to finish changing and leave, I replayed the events of the day in my mind. Hiroshi's flirting hadn't particularly bothered me, but Kuroo-sensei's reaction had been intense, almost possessive. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.

Finally, the locker room emptied out, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I leaned against my locker, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of my skin. Moments later, the door creaked open and Kuroo-sensei stepped inside, his expression unreadable.

"Waiting for me?" he asked, his tone more casual than his earlier demeanor.

My eyes widened in surprise, but I didn’t have a chance to respond. He continued, his voice rising with each word.

"AnI couldn't hold back my frustration any longer and blurted out, "Why are you so bothered by this? Hiroshi is just being friendly."

But Kuroo-sensei's expression turned dark and his jaw clenched tightly. "Friendly? That's what you call it?"

My frown deepened as I crossed my arms over my chest, challenging him. "Yes, he flirts a little, but it's harmless. Why do you care so much?"

He took a menacing step closer, his eyes blazing with anger. "Because it's not harmless. It's a distraction from your training – something that you need to focus on."

"I can handle it," I retorted, feeling my own anger rise. "I'm not some fragile doll in need of protection."

"That's not the point!" Kuroo-sensei snapped, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. "He's disrespecting you and you don't even see it."

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down. "Why does it matter to you so much? Why are you so bothered by someone flirting with me?"

But as he stepped closer, his presence felt overwhelming and his words made my heart race even faster. "Because...because I care about you," he finally admitted, his voice trembling with emotion. "More than I should."

I couldn't respond in time before he continued, his voice low and dangerous. "It drives me insane to see you with someone who doesn't appreciate you, who doesn't see how incredible you are."

I could feel my face heating up, my heart racing in my chest. "Sensei, I…"

He closed the distance between us until we were almost nose to nose, his breath hot against my skin. "You deserve so much more than some ignorant boy who can't control himself."

My throat constricted as I struggled to find words. "But why do you care? Why does it make you so angry?"

His eyes blazed with a fire that both scared and intrigued me as he leaned even closer, his hand slamming against the locker beside my head. The metal groaned in protest.

"Because I love you, goddamnit" he admitted through gritted teeth, his emotions raw and unfiltered. "And it kills me to see you with anyone else."

I gasped, my heart skipping a beat. "You… you love me?"

A hint of vulnerability softened his intense gaze, but the anger still pulsed beneath the surface. "Yes. I've been trying to fight it, to keep things professional, but I can't hold it back any longer."

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I processed his words. "I had no idea," I whispered.

Kuroo-sensei's expression softened further, his hand moving from the locker to gently cup my cheek. "I didn’t want to scare you away," he said quietly. "But seeing you with Hiroshi… it just pushed me over the edge."

I leaned into his touch, my heart swelling with emotion. "Sensei, I… I don’t know what to say."

He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against mine. "Just tell me how you feel," he murmured. "I need to know."

Taking a deep breath, I looked into his eyes, the sincerity and vulnerability in his gaze breaking down my last defenses. "I… I think I love you too," I admitted softly.

His eyes darkened with a primal hunger, and in an instant his lips were on mine, the kiss consuming and filled with all the pent-up desire we had been denying for so long. His hand trailed down my body to cup my breast, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both.

When we finally broke apart, our ragged breaths mingling in the air, I could feel the heat radiating from our bodies. "What now?" I panted, unable to contain my craving for him any longer.

Kuroo-sensei's lips curled into a wicked grin as he caressed my cheek with his fingers. "We take what we want," he growled.

A guttural moan escaped my lips, the sound vibrating through my whole body as we surrendered ourselves to the intoxicating passion between us. My hands shook with desire as he leaned closer, his intense gaze locking onto mine. In that moment, it felt like the world was about to end and we were the only ones left in it. His hands drifted downwards, tracing a path from my waist to my inner thighs, sending shivers of anticipation through me. As his fingers reached the hem of my panties, I let out a gasp and arched my back, eager for his touch. With skilled precision, he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric and spread my pussy's lips apart, making me moan into his mouth. And then he entered me, one finger at first and then two, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't control. With each movement of his hand, I felt myself surrendering completely to him and the overwhelming pleasure he brought me.

As his skilled fingers danced over your most sensitive spot, a wave of pleasure coursed through your body. You couldn't help but let out a series of moans that were met with his passionate kisses. "S-sensei! Please don't stop!" you pleaded, feeling the intense building sensation in your core. But just as you were on the brink of an explosive orgasm, he suddenly stopped, leaving you feeling frustrated and desperate for release. Your breaths came in short gasps as you silently begged for him to continue, craving the satisfaction he could provide.

"Bend over for me," he commanded, his voice low and husky. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you obeyed, slowly peeling off your delicate garments to reveal your naked body. Your legs trembled slightly as you spread them apart, fully exposing yourself to him. As you glanced back at him, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his impressive manhood. "Sensei..." you whimpered, anticipation and nervousness mingling in your voice. His glistening tip hovered over your entrance, and you couldn't help but let out a small whine. "It...it won't fit," you protested weakly, but deep down, a part of you wanted it more than anything. "Oh, it will," he replied confidently, his deep voice sending delicious shivers through your body.

With a low growl, he declared, "I'm starting," as he forcefully pushed his large cock into you. A moan escaped your lips at the overwhelming sensation of his size inside of you. He struggled to enter your tight pussy, but with a determined thrust, he filled you completely, causing you to cry out in pleasure. His hand quickly silenced your cries as he leaned in close and whispered in your ear, "I know, baby..." The intensity of his words sent shivers down your spine as you felt his hot breath on your skin. You could feel every inch of him stretching and filling you, making you feel more alive than ever before.

The rhythm of his thrusts shifted from gentle to rough, eliciting cries of pleasure with each movement. "Yes! Y-Yes!" you gasped, your voice trembling with desire. His name slipped out as a moan, "S-Sensei!" but he quickly corrected you, "Kuroo. For you, it's Kuroo." The intensity of his desire for you was evident in the way he violently thrusted into you, like a punishment for calling him by that title. "K-Keep going," you pleaded, your voice filled with need. "I'm so close, K-Kuroo!" Your body trembled with anticipation as you neared the peak of ecstasy under his skilled touch.

Your body writhed in ecstasy as waves of pure pleasure crashed over you, your senses completely overwhelmed by Kuroo's skilled touch. Your walls clenched tightly around him as his hot release spilled into you, filling you up and overflowing from your dripping entrance. Gasping for air, you looked into Kuroo's eyes and saw the same euphoric satisfaction mirrored back at you. He scooped up some of the excess cum on his finger and held it out to you, commanding "Open wide." Without hesitation, you opened your mouth and let the warm liquid slide down your throat, savoring every delicious drop.

As Kuroo withdrew himself from inside of you, a content smile spread across your face. You loved these intense moments shared with your lover, where nothing else existed but the two of you and the raw pleasure coursing through your bodies. But as always, Kuroo had a mischievous glint in his eye, a reminder of the punishment that awaited you for losing their earlier match. "This is definitely a great endurance exercise," you teased playfully, knowing full well the consequences of your words. Withdrawing his slick fingers from your pussy, Kuroo chuckled darkly before leaning in close to whisper in your ear, "You're going to have to work extra hard tonight." A shiver ran down your spine at his words, anticipation building within you as the warm hues of the setting sun added to the sensual atmosphere.

The grass beneath you provided a sharp contrast to the heat emanating from your bodies as Kuroo pushed you onto your hands and knees. In this provocative position, you eagerly awaited his next move, feeling utterly helpless under his control. The anticipation only intensified as he slowly trailed his tongue along your spine, leaving a trail of fiery desire in its wake. And with each touch and sensation that followed, you lost yourself in a world of intense pleasure, completely consumed by the all-consuming fire of your love for Kuroo.

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[littelestvic]

About the Damon Baker x Kris Gustin photo session and what it means to me as a queer artist obsessed with Joker Out

Note, this is not me trying to look smart and trying to talk about someone else's art pieces, although my dearest Daria made a small analysis on the Kris-Bojan set that I found very interesting, and it is interesting that these are a somewhat subjective views of Bojan and Kris's souls, or at least a visual representation of themselves as people. In any case, this is, if anything, an overview of what these art pieces make me feel and their significance to me.

First I must admit, as an artist, that these photos are beautiful and actually hold a lot of artistic value from my perspective. I think these should be seen as pieces of art and must be perceived in a different way than other Joker Out photos. However it is still very interesting how much these photos actually talk about the subject: these pieces are an exploration of Kris Gustin, the person portrayed, and I've honestly never have seen portraits that explore the nature of the subject in such a personal manner. Kris is displayed in a subjective, intimate way, whether how Damon sees him or how Kris himself sees himself deep down. I'm sure more elaborate and accurate explanations of Damon's art can be found online, as I actually didn't know of his work until now, but as I was able to read he focus a lot on the intimacy of the subject.

Anyways, there's a clear theme this session follows: femeninity and vulnerability. The usage of visible makeup (a first time for Kris on camera if I'm aware), the flowers, the exposed skin, the cloth (a typical femenine piece of clothing on Balkan/Slavic cultures), I think they were all choices to purposefully provide a more femenine vision of Kris. But he still allows himself to do poses similar to those I've seen him do before, there's still a hint of the Kris I know, his posing flows naturally and doesn't feel forced because this is just a natural extension of what he is, this is a natural exploration of his most femenine side, he is simply letting himself flow.

I think we all know Kris seems to be a man with a complex relationship with normative gender roles. Even as a cishet man he has this appearance and mannerisms that can be more related to a more "femenine" convention of gender and I have always wondered if he has ever struggled with this, and that if he has ever felt forced to keep the normative conventions of what a man should be. Things like asking to have his hair cut shorter after being called a girl when he was a child, or denying to be put makeup on by fans, he sometimes tried to run away from things that could be perceived as "feminine", maybe out of insecurity, maybe out of fear.

But there he is,

Glitter on his eyes,

Flower in his head,

Embracing himself.

I am a person with a complex relationship with gender roles. I was born a woman. I am short and tiny and have feminine features that simply cannot be ignored. I will forever be perceived as a woman by the people around me. I look like a girl, I have long hair because I am not allowed to have it short and I wear women's clothes. And while I don't want to be a girl, my relationship with femininity is actually very strong. I like pretty things, I like sparkles and pink, I like everything girly, I like girls. I've been told it's stupid to perceive myself as a guy since I look so girly, since I like so many girly things, and in times I don't feel I have deserved the masculine pronouns I use and my neutral name I've given myself (the ones I can only use online out of fear).

So I try to put some sense into it. I draw girly things because I like girly things. I draw men because I want to be like men. I draw men in pretty soft pinks and sparkles and sequins because that's what I am.

And I've found a safe place in Kris, with his non conforming masculinity that more often than not becomes femininity. As many other people like me, I like him because he helps me put sense to my feelings. I draw him in soft pastels and pretty clothes and delicate features because in my mind, if a man like him can be allowed to be femenine, then I can allow myself to feel the way I feel too. I can allow myself to simply not fit any binary gender convention, and I can allow myself to be myself. I like Kris because I find a part of me in himself, I relate to him and I see myself in his eyes. It is a complex relationship where I don't necessarily like him because I find him attractive, I am not actually sexually attracted to him; I see myself in him, in my own little weird way. I have distorted my own reality to make my own perception of him fit my needs. This is why I draw him the way I draw him. And perhaps that's why so many praise how I draw Kris. It is unique because it's personal. And I know he doesn't necessarily see himself this way, at least not in the degree I do. My Kris talks much more about how I see myself than how I see him. The way I draw Kris represents myself. My Kris is myself.

So when I saw him in this session, with the glimpse and the passion and the attitude I draw him like, it felt special.

"He looks like my art" I told myself. "He's seen himself the way I see him."

This is Kris,

This is my Kris,

This is me.

So I'm very thankful for Kris trying to open himself, and embracing this vulnerable side of him I purposefully push into the narrative of my art. He called these "therapy sessions", so I can't help but wonder if these have been helpful to him, if he has found something about him, if he has learnt to accept himself the way he is. He has helped me cope with complicated subjects of my life, and I cling to him to keep with life. He is my special little obsession that keeps me alive. So I can't help but sometimes wonder if he's happy, If he's loved, if he's content with himself.

And I think this exploration of himself will be very helpful to his soul. I am very proud of him, I am hopeful for his future, and I wish him the best.

I love you, my muse, and thank you for allowing yourself to see you with my own eyes.

[leixo-demo]

any tips on how to draw in the splatoon style?

Ive been trying over and over to answer this question but i simply can't, cus i dont know how i make stuff, i did 2 tutorials in the past and they are simply me going "yeah you just go black in your mind and then come back and boom!" I tried to film myself a few times but still it's simply me zoning out filling a canvas of millions of sketches and then just drawing and drawing. There's no step by step thing, I simply just go BRBRBRBRBBRR and like adding really REALLY specific details and then BRBRBRBBR.

I tried hard, to think, why I make it accurate, I honestly tried for over 4 years to do splatoon looking art before i even opened this account, especially for commissions or doing more splatband art, people can give you feedback and if you're good enough they'll pay you.

I really came to think I was the best to just hate the art i did 3 days after, I did the "pufuu" moment trying to fake leake art or something and you can really put there if ppl is 1) so desesperated for new art 2) youre good at it

Then I tried to think, well did i studied the style? Yesss,,, at the begining, then i starts to differ as different artists besides Inoue, and his style also develops, so basically as long it fits,,

These 3 drawings just look complely different from each other and still it simply makes them more unique.

"But then how you make it splatoon?" You simply can't, cus it is not just one person, there is a lot, make it your own, give it your own twist, but, what about brushes, THATS what gives the style... right?

MogaChumu, on devianart

this art LOOKS officinal, but it isnt, thre's barely any rough edges like in original, there's some shading but it is not like in the original

is it the anatomy? neither, you can clearly see how they change every time how they draw inklings, sometimes the draw eyebrows in place, sometimes they round the faces sometimes they color pink they mouth despite the ink color. IT IS NOT JUST ONE PERSON.

I can't really give you more than this. As I mentioned in other posts, I use clip studio paint, my brushes were made by myself 4 years ago. If you have a hard time making your own there's (again) pufuu's brush set for procreate: https://x.com/pufuulive/status/1427743911708143617?lang=bn

the same but for psd and csp: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/15Ib-jyvKxIDi0um0FnX3LcBet6m1pym3

and if you use another program just search for "Splatoon brushes" and go to the image tab, ive seen brushes uploaded in devianart for paint tool sai and for ibis paint. I just searched for splatoon tutorials and I found this saved: https://www.tiktok.com/discover/how-to-do-splatoon-art-style

Here's one of my videos if you can take anything and analyse it better than me, I'm sorry I can't really give you anything better,

[judesmoonbeauty]

Fairytale Final Assessment 1st Anniversary SE: Jude Jazza's POV Chapter 2 ཐིཋྀ

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere.

Translation notes are marked with *** Alternate translation is marked with/// Hour Glass Banners Credit: @/natimiles ཐིཋྀ

I glared at Kate at a distance where the tips of our noses touched.

(Ha…….Really, not good.)

(Her eyes.)

Despite being pinned down and being shown the overwhelming difference in power, Kate’s eyes never gave up.

She glared at me too straight on, with a glow in them. 

(……Ah, something like this happened before.)

She was kidnapped on my birthday, and had collapsed because she didn’t leak any information about me.

When I saw her injured, my core went completely cold. 

FLASH BACK TO HIS BD STORY

Jude: As ya said, I'm threatenin’ ya now.

Jude: But ...... I could snap your neck in an instant. Besides, the people I'm dealin’ with won't even hesitate.

Jude: If you're aware that you're being pushed away, I'm sure a smart young lady would know what to do.

Kate: I would have stayed out of it if I could have.......

Jude: But?

Kate: Every time we go on a mission together or escape from a predicament, I realize various things and change.

Kate: I don't mind that kind of change in myself.

FLASH BACK ENDS

I don't remember being kind to her or taking care of her carefully.

There have been times when she looked at death.

She has learned so much that she can no longer be called a “naive young lady.”

Despite this, she is a brazen woman with annoying eyes who maintains her clean side even when she knows of dirty maliciousness.

(I know I like this girl.)

(It’s interesting to see the fighting spirit that comes from her, but…)

(If I don't kick her out now... one day...she’ll die.)

(Then, why don't I draw the line here?)

I put my hand around Kate’s neck and squeeze it tighter than I did that day.

Kate: …..Ts…….ah.

Jude: I told ya before that when your carotid artery is constricted, ya instantly can't breathe.

Jude: Are ya scared? Is it painful?

Jude: If you're going to give up here, I'll make it easy for ya, but what are ya goin’ to do?

Kate: Oh……ugh.

Jude: I can't hear anything. Could ya speak more clearly?

When I applied more force and tried to knock Kate unconscious, Kate’s arm suddenly pushed me away.

Kate: Cough….cough……

Jude: Ha, you’re so powerful.

Kate: Again, please!

Jude: ………

(This girl, really?)

After that, Kate kept coming back to fight again and again.

Perhaps Ellis couldn't bear to see it, and suggested another game, 

Even so, I still ate many episodes…..***

Kate: …….

Jude: Ha, ya look exhausted.

Jude: There's no need for me to sign the consent form. Why don't ya give up quietly and pack your things?

Kate: There's still time until today ends.

Kate: I won't give up until you sign it.

Ellis: Kate…..

(She really is a stubborn woman. There's no end to it.)

It's not that I didn't imagine this would happen.

Jude: I don't want to be with ya forever. Let's go settle the matter. 

Kate: This is the port where you manage the logistics depot, right Jude?

Jude: As ya know, we rent our warehouses to others with interest.

Jude: There was a man there who was making a living doin’ bad business.

Kate: I'm sure... something like that happened before, right?

Kate: He was using Jude's warehouse for human trafficking...a man with a bowler hat!

Ellis: That's when Kate was with Jude for the first time.

Jude: What a good memory!

Kate: I was attacked and almost killed, so even though I hate it, I will never forget it.

Kate: So, since you brought me here, you're trying to make me do something, right?

Jude: There’s a guy who has done something similar to that man in the bowler hat.

Jude: He’s got some classified documents hidden somewhere in a warehouse up ahead.

Jude: Get me those classified documents and then we'll talk. 

Kate: I’ll find the classified documents that’ll benefit you, Jude.

Kate: If I find them, will you sign it?

Jude: That’s what I’m sayin’.

Jude: I’m not patient, I’ll only wait until midnight.

Kate: I understand. Your promise is absolute.

Ellis: Kate, so you want me to follow you?

Kate: Thank you, Ellis. But this is my game, and I'll do my best on my own.

With that said, Kate ran away from the scene.

Ellis: A guy doing bad business in a warehouse who is hiding classified documents. Just like the one I killed yesterday……..

Ellis: Jude, no way!

Jude: No, of course not. There is no such person or classified document anywhere.

Jude: She’s gonna keep looking for something that's not there, and at midnight, I'm gonna call it a night.

Ellis: It's like Cinderella in bad taste.

Jude: The best fairy tale mistake.

Lighting a cigarette, I inhale the smoke deeply into my lungs, and exhale.

(Now she’s washed her hands from Crown with this.)***

(This is a happy ending. It's a lukewarm happy ending that suits her.)

He tossed the shortened cigarette to the ground and stomped it down with his foot.

The on-site supervisor came running towards me, the color of his complexion changed.

Supervisor: Mr. Jude, why are you here? I’ve been trying to contact you! 

Jude: What happened?

Supervisor: You remember that guy you sent to the lab for illegal human trafficking here before.

Ellis: Is that.….that's the guy in the bowler hat who Kate was talking about earlier, isn't it?

Supervisor: That man escaped from the lab and attacked a weapons store. He killed the clerk and stole a gun...

Supervisor: As he was escaping he said he was going to kill Jude Jazza!

Jude: ………

Supervisor: The man's goal is revenge against you. Please run away and hide yourself quickly…..

FLASH BACK

Jude: We had a contract that said you couldn't buy or sell humans, right?

Bowler Hat Man: I'm hoping you'll let me off the hook there.

Bowler Hat Man: Well, even poor people can sell at a good price.

Bowler Hat Man: It'll line your pockets and clean up this docklands cesspool that is the Port of London.

Jude: ……….

Bowler Hat Man: You, who love other people's misfortune and money, will let me off the hook, won't you?

Bowler Hat Man: If you agree, your lover will be returned to you unharmed.

FLASHBACK ENDS

(He’s seen Kate’s face.）

Jude:…..Damn, how bad can her luck be?

Supervisor: Oh, hey, Mr. Jude, where are you going?

Ellis: Jude!

Running through the bay, I opened the doors of the warehouses with a fine-tooth comb.

(……Where the hell is she?)

Then I heard a noise in one of the warehouses.

When I opened the door to the warehouse, I found-

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***HELP! I could not t/l this line to save my life! It’s a simple sentence (?), but it literally said he was consuming editions. I managed to t/l it into “episodes” after a lot of research. I believe he is implying that because Kate keeps coming back to spar with him, he is comparing each fight to an episode and consuming it as his win and her loss??

*** 足 denotes leg or foot. 洗 denotes cleansed, scoured, wash. So, I decided to nix leg/foot and use hands as an alt since westerners are more familiar with that term.

[quartervirus]

Return to Form

... More like after a WHOLE YEAR, I've FINALLY finished this comic!

I'd almost finished the original comic back in April, but after all the treatment this year, especially in the last few months, I wanted to see how my art - and portrayal of myself - had changed since then.

It's no secret I've been battling depression for decades. I feel empty and hollow inside, like I don't exist, like I'm not a whole person. I don't recognize the thing in the mirror, it doesn't feel like me, like I'm separate or alien to this meatsuit I wear. This pervasive feeling is one of many reasons I haven't been able to draw comics in years, because how can I represent myself if I don't exist?

At the beginning of the year I tried drawing a facsimile of myself based on old art, an amalgamation of everything I used to be, but it still felt wrong. And while I'm still not where I want to be, I am so much better off than where I was before.

I felt confident drawing a newer, more accurate, and personal version of myself blasting through those barriers.

This comic was important to me, not just because yay! I can play Neopets again! But because of what it took to get here.

The old:

[knight-a3]

Hazbin Sketchbook Tour Part 8

Masterpost

Maybe I should've included these two in the last part, but oh well.

Edit - Part 8 decided to post before part 7, and I'm not really sure why.

Design notes under the cut, because I have reasons for the design choices I made.

I skipped some of my preliminary sketches where I tried a slightly more accurate snake face shape. I didn't like how it looked so I just reverted back to his canon face shape.

Overall, Pentious really just needed to be simplified. His canon design looked like a slug covered in eyes. So I took most of the eyes away and removed the long stripes. Then altered the body to flow more naturally into the snake tail. He doesn't actually have much in the way of shoulders, but he pads out his jacket to look like he does.

Snake fangs don't stick out of the mouth while the mouth is closed. So his fangs only appear when his mouth is opened. Instead his mouth is specially shaped for his tongue to stick out. Having him default to sticking his tongue out and holding his hands up like Trex arms felt necessary and I am committing to it.

I did a little research into hooded snakes, and the hood is literally just the snake flattening it's neck to look bigger. So I wanted to incorporate that. But I also liked how the animation of his hair/hood looked and wanted to keep that. So I had the hair be like fringes that come off the hood(which connects to his neck just before the collar of his shirt), then assured myself that he's not literally a snake, but a demon with features resembling a snake. It's close enough.

For his clothing, I wanted to stick to a late Victorian-esque style. But I was still committed to removing most of the bowties from everyone. But I also wanted more variety than just neckties. Cravats/Ascots were decently popular at the time, so I went with that. I gave him a pocket watch, which is in his vest pocket. If it's ever not there, then I probably forgot to draw it.

Top hats were, I believe, less common than styles like bowler hats, but the top hat just gives the steampunk vibe better. And a bowler hat looked wrong on Pentious, so he gets to keep the top hat. But the hat's eye had to go, it was too cluttered. Instead, his goggles get to express the emotions that the eye would have.

One day, I'll work on color palettes for everyone. I'm just busy right now.

[magicvicky1]

It’s been a while since I posted any drawing related to Echo, so I decided to draw Flynn and Jenna, my other two favorite characters from the game :D It’s kind of funny how both of their routes could work as an hypothetical ending for the game, though is bitter and tragic while the other is hopeful and happier lol

That aside, I really enjoyed both of their routes. Mostly because in general I like it more when stories have really high stakes, but also because from the start I was already interested in learning more about them, so it was fun to see them getting fleshed out through the story (though I have my criticisms regarding the actual focus on Jenna on her own route, but I’d rather not get into a whole rant about it here :>)

I’m still figuring out a way of coloring that I actually like, so I tried experimenting a bit on this one. And it also made me realize that Flynn’s shirt is actually transparent, thus you can see some of his torso…And since I wanted to stay accurate, I decided to torture myself into drawing his orange patterns xdn’t