#so happy to see the researcher get some love! have this sketch

[mari-lair]

hard to have a nice talk

[skeletalheartattack]

hi I like gelato a lot

[littlemsshoney]

Hannibal falling in love

It is ridiculous how wrapped around your little finger he was.

From the first moment he laid eyes on you he found his new fixation. Every time you were in the same room with him his gaze was fixed on you, observing silently every detail, getting to know you before you were even introduced.

Of course he would be very careful, almost suspicious of any new person being added to his social circle. For a man obsessed with his social image he had to be cautious of any potential competitor and you were just lovely. So charming, well educated, funny, and polite.

He found you unusually enchanting. Of course he recognised your beauty but there was something less superficial about you that just pulled him in.

The feeling was known to him yet very rare as it never seemed to have a happy end. He knew he tended to be quite intense with his emotions and that never ended well so he promised himself it wouldn’t be that way with you.

It wasn’t long till you happened to be invited to the same dinner parties through common friends. How could he not observe you when you were sitting opposite of him only a few centimetre out of his reach? Every time you happened to talk he found the perfect opportunity to study you, the way you spoke, the way you smiled, the faces you made when you found something funny, stupid or ridiculous. You tried to be discreet not to offend anyone but he noticed, he noticed and he loved every expression your precious face made.

If you happened to sit next to him he would already know what perfume you wore, what scented shampoo you used everything. (And he wouldn’t mind doing some personal research about you beforehand)

With every joke of yours he found himself truly laughing and when you spoke his inner monologue quietened and he didn’t have to pretend to be listening because he actually did.

For a man like him who spent most part of his life stuck inside his head, building fortresses against the cruelty of people you quickly broke down everything while having him feeling so comfortable and at ease with you. You had him hooked.

Of course he noticed the way other people looked at you. Women and men with their envy and lust and he wouldn't be jealous if he only knew you were his.

During his sessions he found himself unable to focus on anything, his mind just replaying every conversation you two had over and over like a broken radio. Almost every night he was awake at the most unholy hours, his mind unable to rest and stop thinking about you. That was when he knew it was inevitable.

His insomnia and love for you he treated with writing love letters and sonnets, making sketches and drawings of you as he imagined you, all of them hidden and locked in the drawer of his office and his heart too.

Now not only were you dominating his every through but his whole life too.

He would take notes into his head of your interests and would say all the perfect things to keep you interested. What were your hobbies? Art, literature, music he would become an expert for you. He knew everything from Taylor Swift's latest album to the full analysis of your favourite poem. He would do and learn about anything you liked and was passionate about, just to keep you talking to him with that sparkle in your eyes. He could do it for hours, days and every minute for the next of his life.

I hope you don’t share your affections with anyone special because if he found out which he would, they would be the next missing person in town or worse.

When you became used to him and you got to know each other better he found his chance to invite you to one of his special dinners. Only that one would be even more special as you would be the only guest hence having his sole interest. He had one whole evening to amaze you with his culinary skills, deep, meaningful conversations about art, philosophy and life. At the end of the night he had you feeling it too.

And when the time came and you became his you and the whole world would see just how smitten he is.

He laughed with every joke, he listened to you carefully and everytime your name was mentioned he couldn't help but smile. Any little things that caught your eyes you would have and if you asked for the moon itself he would find a way to give it to you.

He didn’t mind, he actually loved it. That was love for him. He wanted to be your loyal servant and your beloved and feared god all at once. Could you give him this and he would give you the world.

If you didn’t however return his affections or god forbid you betray him that would be a very different and tragic(for you) story.

[naffeclipse]

Petal

Botanist!Reader x Naga!Eclipse

Commission Info

This little fic was such a delight to write and I'm so happy @bluemoon1331 commissioned me for some good ol' Blackwater Lure (naga) Eclipse. Toss in a botanist reader to pair with this handsome snake and you have quite the pairing and a little smooching in the jungle!

Content Warning for suggestive themes.

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You swat a buzzing insect swirling around your ear before huffing. The humidity is thick like rain but not a drop falls from the blue-white sky in the middle of a bright, brilliant day. The green canopy overhead provides mottled shade. Despite this, a thin sheen of sweat glistens on your forehead. Swiping underneath the stiff brim of your boonie hat, you draw in another sweltering lungful before pressing down on the camera button to finish capturing a picture of a brilliant cluster of heliconia flowers. The picture is basic, but you only need one for reference in your study.

Common and brightly colored, the bracts of the flower form a beak-like shape which are often called lobster claws. You prefer the name heliconia. It’s far more fitting for the stunning, tropical blossom. 

The deep green stem stands tall and sprouts the flowers high, allowing you to stay standing on your feet as you sweep your camera aside and reach for your notebook. The pages are rimmed with your observations and small, simple sketches of each flora you have studied throughout your stay here in the jungle. Michael and Vanessa seem to appreciate your craft though don’t pursue the same interests. Their place here on the fridges of the wild, feral jungle is a fleeing mystery, but you hope they’re enjoying the beautiful, lush ecosystem as much as you are.

You lift your head at the sound of a steady hum whizzing through the air. A tiny creature floats, its wings blurring with the speed of its flight, and dips low to sip at the nectar of the heliconia. A smile spreads softly over your lips. 

Hummingbirds are drawn to the sweet taste of this flowering plant. The small fowl’s feathers shine with an iridescent blue and green. Another flit by. This one pauses just long enough for you to spy its ruby throat. You lower your book for just a moment. Sometimes you get lost in your botany—unable to see the flowers for the petals—but now and then a creature who loves the plants as you do gives a gentle reminder to admire the brilliant red and deep green colors for a moment. 

Another hummingbird with a wonderfully rare purple sheen and gray body buzzes over to a nest. You jot down a gentle note of what the flower attracts as well as its pollinators. The ink needs a moment to try and stick to the thick paper. Your book is about to overflow, with a few pages left spared but not for too long. There are still giant lily pads you wish to observe upon the water and passion flowers high up in the canopy that you must find a way to climb up to. 

You lower your notebook and pause for a moment. It’s strange. You’ve been here for the better half of the morning and haven’t had any interruptions. This is the most research you’ve done in a good while. 

Taking the blessing for what it is, you bow your head and scribble more, noting the bright color and how it thrives upon the jungle soil. There is nothing richer on earth but this Amazonian floor. The most abundant resources of natural, green goods are right before you and you get to observe each flora up close.

You lift your head again. The heliconia is abundant and red, a few tipped in yellow and a rare, stray stem has a tinge of blue to their edges. Beautiful. You step closer, wondering what genetics carried this special trait into this patch of bright reds. Was it cross-pollinated or did a seed get laid here from another stretch of open, flowering land?

The silence settles over you after a moment. Sweeping over the heliconia, you realize the hummingbirds scattered, silent, and swift, leaving you in a heavy quiet. Even distant birds calling and chirping have calmed. The unnatural hush of an otherwise thriving jungle touches you with a warning. 

Your heart stops in your chest.

Your poor notebook drops from your hands, pages, and pen falling. Pointing your feet away from the patch of heliconia, you fail to take a single step before a soft hiss cuts through the air. You cry out as a strike of a lithe, long arms seizes you from behind and a powerful tail sweeps around your legs. A sharp gasp rips from your throat. In a moment of your world spinning, you’re pulled forcibly into a constricting embrace. 

It takes mere seconds. A tail of green scales, dotted with black, quickly twists you into its coils before a soft hum echoes. You fight the urge to squirm as the thick, corded muscle climbs up your legs, locking them together before winding around your waist. Orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, serpentine form cages you within his grasp. Your arms are, unfortunately, caught in the naga’s constriction. You tug on them experimentally but only receive an answering squeeze in return, your ribs tested for a mere moment. A breath slips away from you.

“Happy day, petal.”

You lift your eyes from your trapped body to face the one enforcing your precarious position. Eclipse. The naga hovers over you, balancing on his tail while keeping you in place. The length of his body is utterly incredible. Ropes of thick, powerful muscle spread across the jungle floor and neatly spiral around you, all while leaving enough to support his humanoid torso. 

You try to shift, to find a little more breathing room, but the naga decides to recline you back instead, setting you into an unsettling position where he can creep up his coils to admire you up close. His fangs flash in a ravenous grin. His venom glistens on the razor-sharp tips before he swipes them away with his dark, slender tongue.

“H-hi, Eclipse,” you answer in a rattle. Yet, a smile manages to work its way onto your lips. “Did you have to startle me?”

“I thought you would know it’s me saying hello. Who else would catch you like this?” he rumbles low and deep and the sound vibrates through your own body. You clench your teeth just to keep them from chattering.

He tilts his head as if he finds you adorable—or appetizing. The frills decorating him are as bright as any jungle flower, orange-yellow, and almost hypnotic in the gradient hues. Slitted pupils observe you in the way you might have just been studying the heliconia, interest keen and desirous.

A nervous sound leaves you, somewhere between amusement and fear. “You can say hello without catching me next time,” you offer. “It would be less… frightening.”

His coils shift around you slowly as if tempted by the thought of squeezing until your lungs can’t expand anymore. You glance briefly down to see what his tail may do next.

“Are you frightened right now, petal?” A clawed hand hooks your chin. Eclipse lifts your face to hold your gaze. You swallow back a few mouthfuls of apprehension. A pulse in your arm presses back against the thick serpentine body. You hope he can’t feel it.

You know he does.

“No,” you answer, then truthfully, “not anymore.”

He hums thoughtfully. The sound echoes with a hissing undertone and gradually softens. His eyes survey you with slitted pupils, one a midnight blue, the other deep emerald, even darker than his scales.

“I agree. I’ve held many prey in my coils but you don’t struggle like them. They bite and claw and cry out,” he answers, drawing it out with a slithering sound that spills heat into your core. “But you; you resist little. You’re as soft as fruit in my palms. You’re deliciously small.”

He lifts out his other hand and slowly tilts your hat up and up until it falls away, stumbling down his coils to lie flat by your notebook and pen. The very breath within you catches as he turns his hand and runs the back of his crooked finger down your cheek, admiring you closely. You lean away on instinct but the snare of his scales gives you little room to escape. Softly, he reaches up and strokes your head. His claws comb down your hair. His tongue flicks out so close to your nose, you wonder if he intends to lick you.

“Although there is one aspect you carry with the rest of my prey,” he simpers. He leans close enough that his fangs glisten in the mottled sunlight. “You look good enough to eat.”

The tempo of your heart rate becomes a beating drum within you. 

“What do you eat?” you ask breathlessly, as if you could stall his hunger.

“Oh, whatever trots my way,” he slips a claw over the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver, much to his delight. His coils cinch around you tighter in what you suspect is a desire to feel every shuddering muscle within you. Your cheeks burn.

“Like?” you prod, trying to regain control of your racing pulse but failing miserably. 

He flashes a sinister smile and a drop of venom slips into his saliva before he licks it away.

“Monkeys are fine for a meal. Jaguars are a delicacy that I’ll indulge in when I have the chance. If I’m in the mood to work up my appetite, I’ll hunt black caiman. Otherwise, I’ll dine on a giant otter.” He watches you closer as you comprehend the strength of his ability to target other predators. Truly, nothing can stop him if he so desires. 

You’ve learned much about Eclipse in the short time you’ve encountered him—or rather, he’s stalked and caught you. He is the apex predator of this ecosystem. He glides between the trees and turns into mottled shadows under the dense canopy and possesses a head as brilliant as any blossom. You do not know the animal kingdom as well as your flora, but you know he is the king within this jungle.

And he favors you, somehow. Though he has played with you like a cat with a mouse, he has never delivered a venomous bite with his wicked fangs or squeezed you until you couldn’t breathe anymore. You don’t know what to name this obsession he holds for you but it’s enough to spare your life. It’s enough to convince you that he cares for you. 

A nice theory you’ve come to consider is that you are in the safest place in the jungle right now, protected by the apex predator’s serpentine body. It’s enough to make your heart soften whenever he wraps you tight in his tail. After the initial shock has worn away, of course.

“I imagine they, ahem, taste fine,” you say, though your tongue is a bit dry.

“Such meals hold a very excellent taste, but I prefer a new flavor as of late,” a low rumble moves through him. 

You swallow roughly. His eyes catch the motion, dropping down to your throat where it bobs before his grin seems to sharpen. His fangs lie on full display.

He tilts your head back slightly, allowing sunlight to brighten your face. “Now I want to know more about what you’ve been up to, petal. What are you studying today?”

“Heliconia,” you answer. He captures you in his intense gaze. You nearly wish you could look away just to concentrate on forming words on your tongue. “The, ah, scientific name is heliconia latispatha, but it’s sometimes called lobsterclaw.”

“Say that again,” he commands.

You almost spit out ‘lobsterclaw’ but catch your mistake before you can simmer in embarrassment. In a steady voice, you repeat, “Heliconia latispatha.”

His eyes close briefly, sealing away the jewel-dark colors of his gaze. For a moment, you study him, fascinated by how he tilts his head as if turning an ear towards you.

“Beautiful,” he hisses softly. His eyes open, slitted pupils thinning in the brightness of the day before he nods. “Tell me more.”

You sputter once before continuing into details about their relationship with hummingbirds. Eclipse lets you spill into a monologue. His attention never lapses as you so often find in those who ask about your botany studies only to realize you are giving them an accurate answer, not a simple and inadequate one-note description. You can almost forget that you can’t move your limbs while falling into a ramble of your studies.

While you speak, his coils keep you cool. His smooth, sleek scales effortlessly ease your sweating while slowly shifting around you, occasionally squeezing as if grasping your hand to remind you that he is here, listening. His tongue flickers out once while he traces your jawline and even your lips when you tell of hoping to locate giant lily pads.

“I will take you to see them,” he says after you pause. Your eyes widen. He grins as his claws slip along your temple, trailing your hairline. 

“Really?” you breathe. You’ve been searching for them for so long—even Michael and Vanessa reported that they have stumbled upon many yet in their travels around the jungle.

“Of course.” Eclipse’s simper deepens while he lets his hand fall to cup your cheek. “Anything is yours. You must only say the word, my favorite flower.”

Your lips part but no sound falls out of your mouth. Eclipse’s eyes drink you in as you wriggle in the slightest, unable to contain your eagerness despite how tightly you are held. His tail moves in answer. Scales shift you towards him as Eclipse leans over you, closing the distance.

“Eclipse.” Your mouth finally moves. His name fills it. He stirs, his thin eyelids fluttering briefly as ripples of muscle fall down his tail.

“Say that again,” he commands.

Your throat bobs before you shift your shoulders. His hands fall to the neckline of your shirt, tugging on it slightly to expose your collarbone.

“Eclipse.” Your cheeks heat with a red as bright as the heliconia. 

“Petal,” he hisses gently, “You’re so sweet and precious. Like nectar. I want to taste you.”

Oh.

You want to say something, that you are not nectar but a very simple, boring human, but you aren’t sure if that’s the right thing to say in the face of a predator who lies inches away from your mouth. He draws his hand under your shirt and palms your shoulder, covering your shoulder blade. He tilts your head up. A soft gasp escapes you when he squeezes you softly, and then as if stealing your air, he captures your mouth. He pushes gently, tasting your lips and grazing them with his slick fangs. Quiet sounds escape you, your hands clenching and your knees rubbing together, unable to take his face in your hands and hold him in return. It’s almost maddening. Almost.

A low hiss breaks the kiss as he draws back. His gaze, despite his serpentine aspects, is soft and glowy. You spin slowly after the contact like you were on your feet one moment and lifted off them the next.

“Perhaps we might find a lily as pink as your cheeks,” he murmurs, much to your embarrassment. His smile is devilish but his tongue slowly traces your cheekbone, and you close your eyes.

You hope so, silently, for such a flower.

[kozachenko]

[Click image for better quality]

I FIGURED OUT A WAY TO FUCKING MAKE THE IMAGE SMALLER FOR POSTING ON TUMBLR WITHOUT SACRIFICING THE ACTUAL QUALITY OF THE IMAGE OH MY GOD

Ok so, what I did is go into the clip studio paint file, make a new file, copy and paste the group in the original file, merge everything, get rid of the extra stuff outside of the canvas, and then make the flattened image smaller and crop the canvas. Once you have that, export it and you're done. This helps maintain the actual quality of the image and also helps shrink the file size down to something actually postable (if anyone has a better way of doing this please tell me)

[Edit]: Ok I guess posting something to Tumblr just naturally compresses the image a bit more somehow because I'm looking at it now and zooming in too much makes it a bit blurry so I'm still gonna have to futz around with image quality for future pieces oof

Artist's Note:

I'm so glad I figured out a way to do this because I like working on a big canvas so I can get as much detail in as I possibly can. Only problems are how laggy it gets while drawing lol.

I had an idea for a drawing with Reimu and Zanmu because I really like thinking about their potential dynamic a lot. I also wanted an excuse to draw Zanmu again but in my normal rendering style because last time I drew her she was in my more sketchy style with generally flat colours so I wanted to draw her again. Speaking of, looking at the sketch for this is a jumpscare that I never enjoy seeing, like, man am I glad I didn't use those for my final piece.

Also about her spear. I was originally gonna make it like the ones she had in game, but it kinda threw off the whole piece. It was too big, too blue, and too flat, so I just went "fuck it" and gave her a different one instead. My headcanon justifying this is that the ones she uses in game are for danmaku battles whereas in any other fight she just uses a proper yari, or she still uses the yari and just makes it all glowy to power it up, maybe both lol. I pulled as much inspiration as I could from Sengoku era spears, and even put in some blue into the decorative part of the spear and also added a little skull to pay tribute to the original spear. Also, in my research I saw some art of izanami and izanagi making japan and saw that the yari izanagi has had a little decorative tassley thingy on it so I took some inspo from that and just made it one of Zanmu's tassles (Idk when that art was from or if the spear was still accurate to Sengoku period Japan but hey, probably the same reasons Eirin puts little bow ties on her arrows, it's just for personalization purposes).

I love rendering hair and clothes so much omg, while I like the super curly hair Zanmu, the longer, wavier hair suits her better for this drawing (I imagine it only does that like how Ghibli characters hair moves when they feel angry lol). I love making Zanmu's hair all messy and crazy, as well as giving her grey hairs, this woman has aged like a fine wine. Also, if the hem on the ends of her sleeves, top of her shirt, and her pants look like gold to you, that's because it is! It's fairly light so she's not collapsing under the weight, but it's gold! (I don't care how impractical it is, it's just cool). Not the undershirt though, it's made of a gold fabric. I had a cute idea with Reimu's hair to make it have a red shine to it. I also changed up Reimu's outfit so it isn't just a blob of red. I like it a lot when Reimu's skirt and outfit is segmented into different layers, so I wanted to incorporate that.

I tried to draw their hands differently as well, but IDK how noticeable that is. Also, I am super happy with how the side profiles for the two of them turned out, I used to struggle a lot with how to make the side profile of a character actually look like the character, so I'm really happy that they actually look like themselves.

Also added in the tree and rocks in the background as an homage to Zanmu's character art in Touhou 19, just because I was getting kinda stumped on what to do with the background lol.

In terms of a story idea with Reimu and Zanmu, idk why but the potential plotline of Zanmu wanting to ascend to godhood is so fascinating to me. Like, it is very possible that if she just convinced everyone she was a god (which would be very easy for her to do), she would become one in a heartbeat. Also, if she were to become a god, with her ability to return stuff to nothing, could she hypothetically get similar abilities to (Jojo Part 5 spoiler btw) GER? Like, idk about the death timeloop stuff, but the concept has been haunting me every night as I have been trying to find loopholes in GER's ability for a while now ( for no reason in particular). Back to the main topic, I imagine that she would probably tell Reimu that if she were to become a god she would take over the Hakurei shrine since the god there might as well be dead, and Reimu just says to her, "Over my dead body bitch." Like, I have no idea how to summarize their dynamic but like, it's the type of hero-villain dynamic where the phrase "We're not so different, you and I" would definitely be a phrase said during a fight. I think that if another IN style game were to release, Reimu and Zanmu would be in a team together. They could also have an interesting mentor and pupil kind of dynamic. Can you tell that Zanmu has been charging my mind rent these part few months? Like, instead of living in my head rent free, she kinda just uno reversed the whole situation and now she's the one charging me rent. What happens if I get evicted from my own brain? Actually, scratch that, I don't think I wanna know.

[deqdlyowl]

I actually have some old doodles TPtR au related... This one portrays an event from the second chapter.

I have a few more things, but they're kinda spoilers and I'm not really into spoiling... Though one of them is just a spoiler of one interesting detail I want to add (the event my sketch shows most likely won't appear in the fic), while the other one is a WHOLE AHH SPOILER of the shit happening in, maybe like 10+ chapter, I'm still not sure how big I want to make the fic, ahaha.

Also rambling and venting out my feelings under the cut because I forgot to take my meds yesterday. You don't have to read but I would be happy if you do.

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Every time I start something I like, it begins to feel like a small obligation after some time, no matter how I feel about the thing I create. I love my fic and I really want to finish it, because it's also a huge emotional boost for me when I understand that I passed my word count goal in the chapter and I finally can write down my 24/7 daydreaming about CotL (even if not all of them, I often think about selfship, sorry, ahaha),AND I have a nice feedback. BUT. My ability is to abandon things. I have many unfinished drawings, unfinished crafts, like, a crocheted Spycrab or a full-sized HHH tf2 weapon, even though I really want to finish it all, but since I took a really long break, I just abandoned it all. That's usually the reason why I don't make comics. (The only comic I've ever made is that one silly meme about bees). And a month ago I started writing TPtR.

I'm scared of this happening to my fic, that's why I force myself to write if I'm not doing so for more than two days. Somehow it boosts my motivation, but at the same time, the thought of having to force myself to do something, even if I love it, makes me anxious. Why am I not doing anything if I love it? Perhaps it's just my depression with AuDHD kicking in, and sometimes I forget to take my ADs (I don't have ADHD meds yet) that makes me suddenly apathetic about everything. And then anxiety. And then I get sad when I can't come up with words.

Today I was describing the thing I have no experience in. I made tonnes of research, watched many videos of how people do it, tried to find words, but it looks... Meh. And I'm sad. And when I'm sad about something I do, I abandon it. BUT I WON'T. I will force myself to not, because I still want to write! I try to reassure myself that it looks shitty because it's still a draft and written in my native language. However, if looking at my current word count, the chapter won't be short, and it makes me happy. I'm sad and happy. I'm confused about my feelings about what I do!! I can just abandon doing ANYTHING and be lazy for years as it happened in middle school! But I have to force myself. To do anything at all. I already bed rot when I'm not studying, and if I'm studying at home, I still do it in bed. I'm losing weight (I'm severely underweight), my dogs feel bad (they're almost 12), it's my final year in school so I also study hard for my finals, my dreams say weird things (I believe in dream-telling or whatever, and I kinda can decipher them) and it all devours me from inside. But I can't give myself a rest. Or. I'll. Abandon. The thing. I love!

I'm repeating, but my head repeats everything most of the time as well, it's either loud and messy (adhd) or quiet and agonizing (autism), my ADs make my body parts twitch, I don't think that I need my therapist anymore, because it feels like there's no different between me before and me after talking to her.

I love my friends though. Their cheerful reaction to my fic or sketch updates is something that also boosts my motivation of doing something. I love art because of the feeling of creating something, but after finishing, I get the desire to see someone's reaction to what I did.

That's all, I think. I mean, not all, but I don't want to repeat again and again, my memory is getting worse as well, I feel like I kin Shamura ahahahha. I want to take an MRI. What if I have a tumor.

[jentry-chau-stan]

Yandere Kit

Kit originally befriends you because of your unusual high Qi. At first he wants to drain you dry so he can spend more time with Jentry without her starting to see through his demon guise. But as time goes on Kit gains an attachment to you and finds he doesn't want to drain your Qi but instead wants to be your Friend. You make him feel less like a monster and more like himself? He honestly isn't sure how to explain it but he feels comfortable around you, like he doesn't need to hide. Of course it's early in the friendship so he hasn't told you yet but he intends too.

In the past Kits personality was based on his victims. With Jentry he's learned everything about Kpop, Seoul, and Korean snacks to make him like her. His pattern has always been to copy his victims, get them to like him by spying on them, take their personalities and merge them with his own, lower their guard, and then steal their Qi when he's inevitably rejected. Kit is now exploring his own interests and hobbies outside of what potential victims like. He loves the things you love because you love them but he also recognizes if he isn't his own person you'll never really know him and... he wants you to know him. He wants you to like him for who he is, not the skin he's wearing.

Outside of copying his Victims' passions Kit has always been a very talented artist. He is very much an Art Nerd. Being a Painted Skin has given him centuries to hone his craft and an innate talent for art. He loves to paint, draw, and sculpt in his free time. It's a part of him. While skin is his go to medium he also practices on Canvas and uses other more human Materials and Mediums. Kits done research on Famous Artists and was even alive during some of their times. He enjoys talking about Art and loves to hear your thoughts on the subject, always wanting to hear you talk or watch your face as you listen to him.

Kit has a bad habit of Drawing, Painting, and Sketching you. At the beginning of his obsession he finds himself thinking about you more and more. Doodling you in his notes, sketching you in art, painting you in his free time. He thinks you're perfect and that you could never do wrong. He enjoys your presence and wishes you could always be around each other. The more pieces he makes about you the weirder he realizes that is. He keeps his art projects a secret out of embarrassment

(But if Kit ever kidnapped you "For Saftey" he'd be more than happy to show you his Collection/ Growing Shrine)

The attic is always locked and his parents are always busy when you visit. Kits room that's dedicated to his Skin Craft is up there and his parents are a bit uncanny, he doesn't want you to think he's not normal so he hides everything related to his demon side.

In his Skin Room Bolts of different colored skin are organized on shelves, while white painted symbols on the wall show a human outline where he cuts and shapes the skin. He also has a box with tongues, teeth, eyes, and other body parts from people he's murdered all preserved with magic for later use. Jars of body fluids as well as magic paint for the skin lay on the ground near where he paints his skin. Wigs and hair line another wall allowing him to make different skins and shape their features and hair how he wants with his artistic talents. Someday he wants to share this space with you. Show you who he really is and what he does with his Qi magic but until then this is where he keeps his secret Art Projects of you so when you come over you don't see anything you're not supposed to.

Kit sometimes forgets how strong he is as he is easily able to break human skin and bones. He can punch and dent metal without feeling pain and has to be reminded of his strength so he doesn't hurt others. He also has to remember humans don't have super senses. He is highly sensitive to things a human would never notice. His sense of smell, sight, and sound is much better than other humans. He can see your Qi with his special eyes but he can also hear your heartbeat or whispering from across the room.

When Kit starts realizing he likes you as more than a friend and he has more romantic feelings in mind for you, he falls into old habits and starts to stalk you around the school. With his super senses he can listen in to what you are saying and is able to find out everything about you. He already knew a lot but now he knows more. Your privacy is practically non-existent as he wants to know everything about you. Including your thoughts and feelings about him. And if he feels your lying Kit will pressure you until you tell him the truth or he's convinced of whatever truth he's come up with.

Despite Kit's best attempts to keep the truth from you until he was ready to confess you find out before than. When a Gui attacks Jentry at school the blonde is able to dodge but you're in the wrong place at the wrong time. Looking for Kit the Gui unable to get Jentry suddenly charges at you.

Humans when in Danger or near Death are able to see the Spiritual World if only for a moment because of the possibility they may be joining it soon. As Kit jumps in to defend you, your increased Qi allows you to see the Gui. Your Qi unlocks because of the danger and you see into the Spiritual World in a way you've never been able to before. As you watch Kit and the Gui fight unsure of what to do, Kits skin is ripped and you see his true self. The thing he's been holding off on showing you because he was so afraid of losing you. You end up running but not from Kit, the entire situation leaves you head spinning and you just needed to get away.

Kit is quick to think, his Looks or Demon Nature are the problem instead of his Actions or Behavior. While his true face was a bit surprising it's not his Skin Painter form that bothered you but rather how he lied to you. He tries to overcompensate for this with friendly gestures but he gets confused when he's rejected or gets asked for space. You're not exactly mad at him but there's a lot of conflicting emotions you're struggling to come to terms with that need their own space.

Despite you requesting Space, Kit gets very clingy after the Incident. He struggles to understand the idea of allowing space because he thinks space means ending the friendship or relationship. Wherever this has happened in the past he's had to take the person's Qi for his own personal safety but he would never dream of doing that with you. Kit has gotten so used to your presence he's dependent on it, unsure of how to go about his day without you by his side.

He shows you the Demon Guide as a way to give you more information and be completely honest with you. While you're hesitant the Guide actually does give you a lot of information. It reveals that Painted Skins are said to not have emotions, but Kit promises he's different. He lists off examples where you have hung out and explains that he is clearly trying to learn and understand how to be human despite some small set backs. He doesn't enjoy draining Qi and only does it as a means to survive as it's what he is. He compares not taking Qi to you not Eating or Drinking.

He admits to you how scared he was of showing his true self because he's been rejected for being a monster before. He knows he is a Demon and doesn't deserve you. He laments about how he hates himself for his nature and how his greatest wish is to someday be a human with a real soul. It's not necessarily on purpose but Kit heavily pressures you to forgive him. Through the constant gifts, using your shared interests, reminding you of old times, and sharing more of his sad past it's only a matter of time before you crack and give in befriending him again.

When you forgive him Kit becomes much clingier. He craved physical affection before but now that you know what he is and you've accepted him he is always touching you in some way. Your arm, your hand, leaning on you, tucking you under his chin, wrapping his arm around your waist. If you are not a touch orientated person he tries to understand that but he genuinely can't comprehend it. He uses his demon heritage as an excuse and says it's rude not to cuddle/ touch the people you care about in demon culture.

He loves pressing himself against you and stealing your body heat as he has a hard time producing his own. He's not necessarily cold blooded but he isn't human either so his body temperature is a bit strange. With his painted skin suit on he feels more human, warm. But when it's off he is colder. In either form he'll wrap himself around you for cuddles though, he's absolutely shameless about it.

Despite all his good traits, being friends with a demon comes with some down sides. Kit has some unresolved anger issues that come out when he gets confused about being human or the boundaries that come with being a friend. He doesn't understand how to be human and therefore struggles to contain himself and his emotions. He often needs guidance or for things to be explained to him in a very direct but still gentle way. Almost like a child despite his old age.

Kit can also be very impatient at times and struggles with change or learning new human things if they throw off your perceived norm. He often struggles with misconceptions during conversation which can lead to confusion which then leads to arguments or mounting resentment. He will snap if he feels the relationship is being threatened and has chased off some of your other friends.

All in all Kit isn't the worst Yandere but he is still a Demon and therefore DANGEROUS. He would never intentionally hurt you but his Qi Draining powers combined with his unstable Temperaments can lead to scary situations which are difficult to deescalate.

[n0tamused]

Albedo Headcanons

A/n: Since I don't have much to post rn, I decided to go back to some of my old headcanons that I didn't publish and expand on them. These ones are all the way back from 2022 even, but I'm still happy with my portrayal of Albedo lol. Hope you all enjoy them too! I did work on these a little more, but I didn't take in consideration all the new events with Albedo after 2022. Keep that in mind.

Contents: General platonic and romantic headcanons, Albedo x GN!Reader, fluff, dash of angst if you squint really hard, self indulgent, possible grammar mistakes

General headcanons:

- Albedo is not a person who really indulges much, or at all, in friendships and relationships. He can understand the appeal, but he simply does not care as much as an average individual. He has his work to get to and his research to keep going, and the continuously taxing process of keeping relationships in general are tiring for him

- He prefers his solitude much more than any other company. He may not be in love with people much, but he is in love with the trees, the branches, the snow falling and the frozen lakes of Dragonspine - every new day means a new love for him, and he cannot wait to do his homework on anything and everything, even things he understands fully now. One thing you can equate this love of his to is the snow of Dragonspine itself, countless snowflakes hugging the lands, buried deep in crevices and cracks, trying to get to the center of the world.

- Since he has researched so much, even the smallest of new discoveries are very exciting for him, it’s those small joys that show his inner being through the smile that lights his eyes and makes the corners of them crinkle.

- Due to his drawn back nature, and his origins, he isn't so well met with emotions, so those are one of his many interests and curiosities.  He is well mannered, he knows how to maneuver a situation, but when he looks back at it, he can't help but feel distant and confused - why did they get so excited over such a small thing? Why did she blush so easily? Why did that boy get so scared by some wind? Why did he find himself observing the contours of someone’s face when he didn’t know them? Why did he wish to sketch them?..etc 

- He doesn't think he feels sorrow/regret like the others, he isn't like the others that much is certain. Sometimes when he is alone in some comfortable space he will just stare somewhere and wonder.... how would have he turned out if he just...felt more.. What does true happiness without limitations feel like? What is freedom? Does it come without regrets? In those moments he understands what sadness is. All these thoughts make him feel so heavy, his chest is heavy and tight and his heart feels lonely. At times he thinks what would happen if one of his close co workers were to suffer an injury or quit their work for greener pastures, the field of alchemy certainly wasn’t any easy one for everyone. He knows he’d miss their presence.

- There are many more complex questions that plague him late at nights, only to shrug them off like a coat in the morning in favor of his Alchemist coat 

- This all being said, getting close to him is more on the difficult side. Unless you are willing to pull a little more work than him and frequently check in, he simply wouldn't know how to act. He does his best where he sees he can, though. He isn’t emotionless, just a bit clueless.

 - He would gladly help you, and guide you in the field of Alchemy in case you are curious about it, although he would much rather point you in the direction of a "starter mentor" first, before he offers himself as a mentor. It's not that he's underestimating you, but he feels as if giving you a good, solid start with a teacher of an "average" Alchemist would be a much easier way into the field of alchemy. In a way, you could say he’s underestimating himself in handing you the knowledge he has in a way you’ll understand. 

- Klee is one person he feels most close to. Sucrose is a capable lady, smart and close to Albedo, but Klee is someone who simply touches Albedo's heart in more ways than one. He wishes to keep her close and protect her, she feels familiar to him and gives him more sense of grounding to this world even if the responsibility of taking care of her wasn’t something he initially took on by choice

- That being mentioned he definitely has great patience with her, and slowly, even if she is not really able to understand, she is teaching him to feel

Romantic:

- Everyone knows the great Alchemist is also a great artist - everyone who has gazed upon his works would say so with 100 percent certainty paired with a couple more flattering words. Yet Albedo would shrug those compliments off and politely counter their words; a simple thank you does it

- He does not really see much of sentiment in those pieces of artwork as much as he does in the art he did of you

- Those are his favorite pieces. He loves to capture every detail of you whenever he can - the way your nose scrunches, the way your brow quirks, the way you lay down after a long day, the way the wind blows through your hair, the way your hands are after having them soaked in water for too long or when they’re cold..

- He is still quite reluctant about initiating contact, especially the physical one due to his lack of proper experience on the topic. Most information he has was read from books or heard from his fellow Knights, but none worth mentioning or trying in practice in interactions with you

- So it takes much, much for him to warm up to the ideas, you will have to initiate things slowly, so he can warm up to those touches initiated by you as well but he does his own part in reciprocating and returning those small affections

- The best ways of bonding together is babysitting Klee honestly; drawing, searching nature for anything of interest..etc. So that being said his love languages are quality time, after that it would be acts of service and after that words of affirmation. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[buckysgrace]

I’m crying over your daddy Billy story. I want so bad for Billy to have some happiness. He never got that and it’s so sad.

He deserves all the happiness!! I know, poor baby boy :(

Here is a lil blurb for my upcoming singledad!Billy x reader series <3 Just some cuteness hehe

"Daddy!" Theo came rushing off, damp blonde curls stuck to his forehead and his cheeks red from how fast he was moving, "Wook, wook!" He shouted gleefully; his goggles unable to hide the excited glint in his blue eyes.

At four he loved the beach just as much as Billy did. Then again, most of Theo’s interests aligned towards Billy’s. He liked reading, cars and sports in the same way. Billy had become quite the storyteller as well; as Theo had a small curiosity towards scary things. Theo usually ended up in his bed anyways and never seemed too scared of anything he said.

He was definitely more creative, however. He always carried around a little notebook, making messy doodles and sketches of different things he thought were cool. Which meant Billy spent a lot of time at the library trying to find out what they were for the little rascal.

"What is it?" He asked as he sat forward, leaning off of his seat a bit. Theo moved a little awkwardly in his scuba slippers but insisted that he needed to wear them when he conducted his research. Which consisted of him ducking his head into the water and looking below. Billy had just been with him but had turned away for just a moment to grab the sunscreen again.

"A cwab," The little boy pronounced proudly as he held up his palm, proudly showing off the little creature in his hands, "He nice." Theo replied as he used his other hand to pet at it.

"Careful," Billy observed, "It'll bite ya." He teased, tickling lightly at the little boys sides to get a loud laugh from him. He didn't mess with him too much, afraid that he would make the crab lash out.

"No," He giggled as he shook his head, "He's nice." He reasoned, proving a point as he bent his head low to kiss the top of the shell. Billy moved forward a little bit, paranoid that he'd have to pry a crab from his sons lips.

"Very nice," He confirmed with a nod of his head, his heart warming at the way Theo smiled proudly at him. He was certainly his little twin. The only features that he gained from his mother was the plump curve of his lips. Everything else as Billy, "Should we take him back to his home?"

"Yeah," Theo said thoughtfully a moment later, "Bye bye little buddy." He said, still petting at the crab before he rushed back towards the water. Billy followed behind him, watching the way Theo gently dropped his little buddy into the water.

"See anything else?" He asked as he knelt towards Theo's level, offering him a water bottle as he began to ensure that his skin wasn't too red. Theo gulped it down messily, sliding his tongue inside of the rim of the bottle as it poured down his chubby cheeks. Billy winced, a little glad that he had his own bottle. Theo was adorable but he didn't like sharing germs with him either.

“No,” He responded as he held his little hands on his waist, making Billy chuckle at the way his soft belly stuck out. He was a chunky little thing for sure, “Ice cream?” He asked instead, fluttering his thick eyelashes up towards Billy in a desperate urgency. Billy grinned, knowing he couldn’t tell the little boy no.

Theo held onto him anyways, gripping his arm and smiling brightly as he rubbed his wet cheek against Billy’s bare arm. Billy couldn’t recall ever hugging his dad, or if he had; he’d been too young to remember.

The thought of Neil made Billy frown and he quickly covered it up by kissing the top of Theo’s messy curls. He had never imagined he’d do this well on his own, but he had. He was proud of himself and his son. Even if he was a little booger sometimes.

“Go get the beach bag and your journal,” He directed, laughing at the way he took off, “And be careful!” He shouted a second later, unsure if Theo could really hear him over his own childish giggles and hollering. Billy walked after him, sure that the little boy would crash once they got back to the car.

[overkeehl]

Mattmelloweek 2024 - Day 7 Nothing Bad Ever Happened

This sketch is more of a vehicle for this rambling train of thought than anything else lol.

I was tryna think how far back you'd have to go for nothing bad to ever have happened to these two. I'm going to imagine a world where Kira never happens and L didn't die. Mello and Matt still grow up at Wammy's, but age out of the program naturally. As L is still living, the drive to find him a successor is less on everyone's minds and they're able to have fairly normal young adulthoods at super special genius school.

Matt makes a bunch of money in crypto and now in his 30's, is one of the youngest profs to receive tenure at some prestigious school. He doesn't love teaching but the research facilities are top notch, so he sticks around. He's doing like, quantum computing shit. His rate my professor score is pretty low but gets better for the upper level classes because he has a hard time giving a shit about undergrads. There are a number of entries on rate my prof that say his classes are worth it because every now again you get to see his super hot partner of indeterminate gender slink by and everyone wants a glimpse. Nobody knows how doctor Matt landed such a babe and rumours abound among students and fellow faculty that they're fucking in his office and that maybe Mello's a high end dominatrix.

They are fucking in Matt's office. And mello times his visits like right before office hours or before Matt's supposed to have an important check in with the dean, just to be a shit. And mello did work as a high end dominatrix for a while, so they're not entirely wrong about that too, but lately he just looks the part - he got bored of the rest of it. Now he's turned his attention to running his own fashion atelier. And when he gets bored of that, maybe he'll become a master pâtissier - he likes to change things up, keep his options open. Wammy's keeps a massive education fund for all its past wards/students.

Sometimes Mello will help L with a case, will still preen a bit in his presence, but it's more of a nostalgia tinged side project than something for his whole world to revolve around like when he was young. At 35, being both the hottest and smartest person in the room at any given time is thrill enough.

Matt and Mello live together but Mello also has his own flat for when he wants time to himself.

And they are happy and healthy and intellectually stimulated and nothing bad ever happened and they're doing just fine!

[suika-suigetsu]

Quick question what are your fav Yaoi and Yuri Ships in The Narutoverse? Just curious lol

Sorry to answer your quick question with a long text, but I'm just like this... 🥹

So, since I was a kid, I never watched Naruto thinking about couples, I was never a "stan", as they say. I just loved the story and the characters.

It was only very recently, when I started to like the character Suigetsu and researched everything about him, that I saw how perfect I think his relationship with Karin is.

I say this because, as much as I like the cannon couples and defend the story of some of them, I do it more because I respect Kishimoto's decision of the ending and because I think it's cute, but I didn't research it in depth to ship it faithfully like I do with SuiKa. But I like to respect what is cannon, even if some have destroyed other ships that I liked more (but I'll never say... 😭)

I ship when I think that, based on the character's story and the context, they make a good couple.

So, here are some same-sex couples I ship (using information that I think makes them perfect for each other):

Itachi x Kisame

I never really thought about it because I'm not a fan of Itachi, but I like Kisame, so I never saw them together romantically. But I've been thinking and researching about it for a few months now, and after seeing some cute art of them, I'm even more convinced.

I think Kisame fell in love first, and like Sasuke, I don't think Itachi was emotionally mature enough to reciprocate, but as an artist, I plan on pretending that they had a lot of loving moments together and I'll draw them as soon as I have time (I already have some sketches). 🩷

Gaara x Rock Lee

I don't like shipping characters that I feel have a more "innocent" aura. Rock Lee, Jugo, Mitsuki... I see them as babies. But I like to hear everyone's opinion and, sometimes, they convince me.

I like GaaLee nowadays, even though I don't have much information for it, but I just like the idea that the two of them are single parents who share a mutual love for each other and their children, and I also think that Rock Lee's energy would make Gaara's life happy, since he has such a sad past...

Izumo x Kotetsu

I don't need to say anything, right? They've been cannon since the first chapters they appeared, that's just a fact. They're stuck together like nails and flesh, nowadays they must be living together and traveling the world on a never-ending honeymoon. 💖💖💖

A little steal on the list: Sakura x Karin

This one doesn't make any sense, I only shipped them when I was younger, I didn't care about Suigetsu and I hated Sasuke. I just wanted them to use their love for Sasuke to get closer and form a couple, and they were my favorite female characters 🥹🥹 Obviously I don't think that way anymore nowadays, but I'll still draw them together a lot just because I really like it lol.

Another little steal: SuiKarin

Haha, I know it doesn't fit here, but I just think they love each other too much and have enough experience to have tried a lot of things together. After Naruto invented the Sexy jutsu, anything is possible, right? I still want to draw SuiKarin yaoi and SuiKarin yuri... I'm looking forward to it 🫣🫣

Now, other couples that I find cute when I see them, but I don't have enough information to ship them:

Kakuzu x Hidan (I think Hidan would be easy with Kakuzu, but Kakuzu seems too shallow to be with anyone...? Although Hidan seems to be very convincing when he wants to be...), Sasori x Deidara (I'm not just talking about sexuality here, but also about feelings. If Sasori still loves his parents, he can love someone romantically, and I think it's cute to think of him with Deidara. But that said, I didn't feel any chemistry between them in the scenes where they appear together. I'm rewatching Naruto now, maybe my opinion will change, and I hope it does, because I think the art of them together is really cute...), Jiraya x Orochimaru and Tsunade (This is another steal from the list, I shipped them when I was younger, haha. I just think they're a trio that only works if the three of them are together, and if it's just two of them, it doesn't work, you know? It's a hc I've had for a long time. Unfortunately, it didn't come to fruition... In fact, I have another ship with 3 people that I think would close the anime with a flourish, but I'll never be able to say which one it is publicly... 🥹)

Just about Kiri and the Swordsmen of the Mist

I think that just like in Akatsuki, they (the Seven) must have had romances between them too. And unlike Konoha, Kirigakure doesn't seem to care so much about marriage, starting a family and things like that... In fact, I don't know if it's cannon (I don't think so), but it really struck me when I saw in the anime that one of the call girls that Jiraya went out with was married to one of the men that Jiraya captured to get information about Pain. I still think to this day "wow, the people of Kiri are so bold..." .

Anyway, thinking about Kisame's story, they even avoided that (love someone). So I think there had a lot of "quick romances", maybe with more than one person at the same time. They weren't very emotional, you know? Life was hard, just killing and missions... So relationships were just a way to de-stress. That's one of the things that made me ship ItaKisame, because I think that even though he thought that way just because he grew up among the cold population of Kiri, Kisame ended up falling in love with Itachi after knowing him more than he knew anyone else.

Spending time with companions ends up breaking the coldness, even of assassins, so I think there must have been couples who loved each other within the Seven, but I just don't have enough information to know who would end up with who. Give me information, Kishi... 😭

I'm sorry for being so annoying about ships 🥹 But I really like having evidence that makes me like the couple. There are cannon couples that I don't like at all, even though I drew them...... And there are others that I love, but like with SuiKarin, we'll never have confirmation... But since things are complicated on the internet, I prefer to keep my opinion about them to myself.

Thanks for reading. 🩷

[lightgirlification]

In Stars and Time: After Story Chapter 3

CW: Intrusive thoughts

Chapter 3 finally here! Hope you all enjoy! <3

Chapter 3

“And has sketching and wood carving been improving your moods lately?” Odile asked, holding a book full of notes she had taken while talking with Siffrin, who nodded,

“I think so. I take care not to carve when I’m really feeling down, if that…makes sense.” He was too afraid to say the reason why, but Odile seemed to understand and gave a smile,

“It does, and I’m proud of you for making that decision.” Siffrin gave a shy smile back, it always felt good to be praised for his actions.

His family knew he was genuinely trying to better himself, to talk just as promised. While he had several issues at first and honestly still did, he found himself slowly opening up more and letting the others help him. One of these forms of assistance was having private talks with Odile, where he spoke about topics he felt he couldn’t with the others, such as some occurrences that happened in specific loops. It helped greatly, and he knew he could trust Odile with the information, not that he didn’t trust the others of course. It’s just that telling someone other than Odile right now would be too much, and everyone understood that. Siffrin still felt undeserving of it all, of their love and acceptance but…

You don’t deserve it. Not at all.

Siffrin picked at his gloves, trying to ignore the thought.

“You’re thinking negatively again.” Siffrin blinked at Odile’s voice, and realized his glove picking gave away his train of thought, “What’s on your mind Siffrin?” The said scissor craft user shifted in his seat,

“I just…”

Don’t say anything.

He had to ignore that; Odile will see through him. He promised he’d talk, it will help. Siffrin took a deep breath, in…and out…Letting it sooth his tightening throat and stomach that began to twist,

“I feel like I don’t deserve what I have. I know you all believe I do; I want to believe I do. But it’s hard to see it, when I think about how I am I just feel like a handful sometimes.” Odile hummed,

“While I agree you are a handful, it’s for different reasons then you think.” She gave a smirk, “You do realize I have to deal with you kids every day. Who wouldn’t get worn out from all your and the others’ antics?” Siffrin chuckled a little bit, “Jokes aside, we are happy you are here Siffrin, and we believe you are more than deserving of what you’ve obtained. Don’t forget what I said, you are very lovable. Isabeau certainly seems to think so.” She teased, and the rogue blushed, “We all know you try your best every day. I understand it’s hard for you to see it, but you are making such improvements no matter how little.” The researcher wrote down in the notebook for a bit. At first the sound of it made Siffrin anxious, but now it was sort of comforting. Knowing that Odile was taking notes to make sure he would be helped to the fullest. Which brought him to the next thought: Therapy.

Odile had mentioned it a few times when they started their sessions, and Siffrin wasn’t fully okay with the idea. First off, no matter how Odile wrote it, how could a therapist help someone that had literally looped through time? Would they even believe it? And even then, how could Siffrin trust a stranger with personal information? Odile was one thing, but a complete stranger…Siffrin shivered at the thought.

“Something on your mind?” Odile asked.

“…Do we have to look for a therapist?” He grumbled, and Odile set the notebook down on the table. Siffrin could maybe read some notes if he wanted, but thought against it,

“We’ve been over this Siffrin. I can help, but I am no professional. I cannot give you the support needed to truly ease your mental struggles.” Siffrin gaze turned slightly desperate,

“But these talks help just fine! I don’t need anything else; I just need all of you!” Odile looked at Siffrin understandingly, but he also knew she would not budge,

“Siffrin. While we are thrilled to know you trust us immensely, you must understand that we can’t fully assist you in ways we truly want. We can give advice, comfort you, and provide you with a safe space to decompress, but when it comes to how the mind works when regarding trauma and illnesses-” “I’m not sick.” Siffrin sharply interrupted, “I’m not…sick…” They hated that term, ‘mental illness’. They weren’t sick, not anymore, they were getting better too, they weren’t ill at all. They were scared that Odile would be upset at their words, but she simply leaned forward and spoke in a calm voice,

“I’m not saying you are Siffrin, mental illnesses are not to be ashamed of. It doesn’t mean you are different than anyone else, it just means you need a helping hand. Do you think Mirabelle is sick or different because of her anxiety?” Siffrin swiftly shook his head looking horrified at the thought, “Then you don’t deserve to feel that way about yourself either.” Odile began to write again, “We are all human, some of us just need some help and there is no shame in it. I’m sure you are learning that day by day.” Siffrin let out a noise as he nodded, letting it all sink in,

“Mira…takes medicine.”

“She does.”

“Will I have to…take medicine?”

“That is not for me to decide, but if it will help you, then it’s not out of the realm of possibilities.” Siffrin looked away with a grimace, but his eye turned back to Odile as her hand held his, “It will be okay. No matter what we are not going anywhere.” Siffrin smiled with knitted eyebrows, Odile smiling back at him before she pulled away, “I believe we are done for the day. Why not see if you can help one of the others? Take your mind off things.” Siffrin nodded, standing up as he walked towards the door before stopping at it, hand on the knob,

“Odile?” She turned to face him,

“Yes?” Siffrin gulped, feeling the thought eating away at him gnawing at his brain stem,

“How have you been feeling?” He asked, not able to look at her. Odile sighed,

“I know what you’re thinking Siffrin, and I am fine; truly. I’ve been recovering and am faster than I was when I woke up 4 months ago.”

She’s just trying to make you feel better. She is still as slow as she was back then.

Siffrin gripped the doorknob tightly, and Odile crossed her arms, “Siffrin, don’t start holding your thoughts in on me now.”

“I won’t. I’ll talk to you later Odile!” He smiled at her, and then left the room. He leaned against the door once it shut; maybe he wasn’t getting as good at talking as he originally thought…Sighing, he pushed himself upward and began walking, maybe Bonnie needed help with dinner.

“Ah! Siffrin!” The bright-haired adult turned his head to see Mirabelle walking towards him with some books. He gave a soft smile,

“The nearby library have a good selection Mira?” Mirabelle nodded happily, stopping in front of the other,

“Yes! It even had the newest release of ‘The Monster that Chased Me into Romance’! I can’t wait to start reading it!” Siffrin stared at her,

“A…Monster romance?” Mirabelle nodded again,

“Yes! It’s a new release, and I’m very interested in the premise! Is it a daring tale of a dashing royal who falls in love with a monster who can’t love themselves? Does the monster reciprocate those feelings? Will it end in happiness or tragedy?!” Mirabelle jumped excitedly in place a little, “I can’t wait to start reading it!” Siffrin chuckled,

“Be sure to tell me all about it.”

“I will! Maybe we can read it together!” Siffrin nodded, he’d like that, “Oh! Before I forget!” She reached in the pile and handed him a book with a sparkling tree on the cover, surrounded by stars, “I was able to find one of the books that belonged to your home! The library is allowing me to keep it since, well no one else can read it.” Siffrin’s eye lit up as he quickly took the book and held it in his hands. It had been quite some time since a library they ran into held one of his country’s books. In some instances, the libraries didn’t carry them, they either were lost or thrown out for being ‘useless’. Siffrin always got angered by the latter reason, they weren’t ‘useless’, people just couldn’t read them. If he had been able to read them earlier then maybe…No, don’t think of that right now Siffrin. He had to focus on the book in his hands right now. Focus on the positives, just like Odile taught him. He read the title:

‘Flowers of the Island and the Meanings Behind Them’

“So? What is it about, if you don’t mind me asking!” Mirabelle anxiously backpedaled a bit, but Siffrin laughed softly and shook his head,

“It’s fine. It’s a book about the Island’s flowers.” Siffrin brushed a hand over the book’s cover, “I don’t remember any of the Island’s plants, so this is a nice find. Maybe I’ll recall…” He grew quiet. When he tried remembering anything related to his home, he couldn’t place the pieces together at all, or it was like he forgot his train of thought completely. But it was…getting better to an extent. He could begin grasping the memories slightly and come to conclusions that could bring him comfort, at least he wasn’t getting nearly as bad of headaches as he used to.

“Can we read together Mira?” He asked, and Mirabelle beamed,

“Of course! Let’s go to the living room!” Siffrin followed her to the said area of the building. In their travels the group had stayed at many places: the Clocktower, inns, even other people’s homes; Siffrin was still unsure about that last option. Sometimes, however, all of them were offered a vacant home to use, free of charge, as thanks for saving the country. Siffrin at first felt it was too much to ask for but being able to stay somewhere just with his family, with no worries of other people stumbling in on private affairs made him much more comfortable with the idea. Siffrin wasn’t one for crowds, even before joining Mirabelle’s journey. Something about being looked at, the eyes on him, thinking that people would find him strange and silently judging him…

Siffrin had to take a breath, don’t think about it, breathe.

Sitting next to Mirabelle on the couch, letting her lean on him a little, they opened their respective books to begin reading. The book’s pages were slightly old, but vibrant, and his eye studied over every inch of them. Despite it being a book just about flowers, Siffrin felt it brought them closer to the Island. The books he was able to obtain always made him feel like he was regaining pieces of himself that were lost. He didn’t believe he was without a home, however. His family here was his home, and even if he couldn’t remember his parents, he was hopeful they loved him despite everything.

“Oh my!” Siffrin jumped at the sudden exclamation from Mirabelle, “The princess is the monster, and a writer is in love with her! They’ve been writing love letters but have never sent any to her. They believe they’ll never be noticed but the princess sneaks out to buy their writings!” Mirabelle looked at Siffrin, “When do you think they’ll meet? Do you believe the two of them will fall in love at first sight, or will it blossom over time?” Mirabelle caught herself and panicked, “I-I’m sorry! I’m probably overwhelming you!” Siffrin smiled,

“It’s alright Mira. I’m glad you are enjoying it so far, though in my opinion I think it’d be better if their get to know each other first.” Mirabelle hummed joyfully,

“I agree, in the world of stories if written well, ‘Love at First Sight’ can be a sweet tale! However, when it comes to real life, a relationship needs to be worked on. I may not wish to be in one but want nothing but the best for those who desire another’s love.” She looked at Siffrin, “On that note, has anything new happened between you and Isabeau?” The rogue blushed before playing with his hair,

“Nothing much. We just…Like being next to each other. I don’t know if he wants more from me, but he always takes things at my pace.” Siffrin played with his hands, “I am…worried maybe he’ll be bored of me because I’m not giving enough to him.” Mirabelle was silent for a moment, before holding Siffrin’s hands and pulling them to her,

“Don’t ever think you aren’t enough for him Siffrin. Isabeau views you as something so precious, he just wants to make sure youare comfortable with how you feel about things.” Siffrin seemed worried,

“I know, and I do let him in, it’s just…Mira he’s so good to me, I don’t want to ruin it.” Mirabelle smiled softly,

“You won’t. And before you start thinking about it, you won’t ruin what you have with the rest of us.” Siffrin’s eye held sadness,

“But…You’re still dealing with what I said 4 months ago. And don’t lie Mira.” Mirabelle grew silent once again, and all that could be heard was the ticking of a clock. However, the housemaiden’s grip tightened slightly,

“I am still trying to find the right moment to speak with you about it. The words did affect me badly, I didn’t want to face them for the longest time.” Mirabelle placed a hand on Siffrin’s cheek, “But it doesn’t mean I will stop caring about you Siffrin. We can talk about it soon, but I’m not going to leave you from words you said when overwhelmed and in pain. Maybe you meant some of it, maybe you didn’t, what matters to me is that we didn’t lose you.” She gave another smile, “I am not going to shout or scream, we can just talk about how we feel. We’re ‘Feelings Buddies’ remember?” Siffrin felt his eye become glassy, but he relaxed at her words. He always worried how she and the others felt, but perhaps he had nothing to fear,

“We are. Thank you, Mira.” He looked down at his book, seeing a flower that stood out to him. The aster, symbolizing wisdom, faith, valor, and love; his family described in the petals Siffrin thought. He smiled.

o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o

Bonnie had been stirring the pot of soup while Siffrin helped prepare the ingredients for it and other dishes the group would be having that night. The preteen had settled on leek and butter bean soup which also held crispy kale and bacon. It was interesting to say the least, and considering how delicious it smelled Siffrin knew this would be another night where his stomach would be immensely pleased. He always wondered how Bonnie became such a wonderful chef at this age, considering they blew up the kitchen once and their sister wouldn’t let them use it. Maybe he can ask, it couldn’t hurt right?

“Hey Bonnie?” The said child was very focused on their cooking, but still responded,

“Huh? What’s up Frin? Did you mess up making salad?” The rogue rolled his eye smiling,

“Of course not, I know how to make a salad. Especially under your teachings.” Bonnie smirked proudly,

“Duh. Salads are so simple I can do them with my eyes closed!” Siffrin’s gaze was warm,

“You’ve must have practiced a lot. Did Nille teach you?” Bonnie slowly stopped stirring, as if becoming lost in their thoughts,

“Nille was nervous to teach me after I blew up the kitchen one time, something about protecting me until I was older. I still wanted to learn though, so I made dishes when she wasn’t home or was sleeping.” Siffrin tilted his head,

“How did you manage to do it without her noticing.” Bonnie’s lips pursed,

“…I ate everything I made.” Siffrin gaped at them,

“Even the bigger dishes??”

“I-I couldn’t let her know!” Bonnie exclaimed, “I felt full all the time, maybe sick a little bit, but I made sure to hide it! She didn’t ever notice so there was no problem!” The bright-haired adult doubted that. She had to have noticed, but never said anything. Bonnie probably didn’t realize, but Nille probably trusted them more then they realized, “I was gonna make a big dinner for her when I felt confident enough, but when I finally did…” Bonnie expression became pained, “…Nille told me to run, run as fast as I could. She didn’t even get to try the food I made for her…” They looked ready to cry and Siffrin felt his heart drop. Why did he think asking what he did was a good idea?

You only bring pain to those you love. You’re a parasite.

Siffrin closed his eye and took a deep breath, before they turned their gaze back to the salad they were preparing before,

“I’m sorry Bonnie, I…shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s fine. Nille is unfrozen now, and she probably saw the food on the table when she went in the house!” Siffrin’s eye looked at Bonnie who was grinning now, “I know she was impressed, who wouldn’t be at how I cook?” Siffrin blinked before smiling in relief, knowing Bonnie was focusing on the positives now brought him comfort; he needed to focus on the positives too. “Oh! I got a letter from Nille today!” Siffrin looked at Bonnie with great interest,

“Oh?”

“Yeah! She is really excited to see us! I told her in my last letter that you all protected me from the King, and I trust you all so much.” Siffrin had to control himself as to not flinch. His mind pictured a hand squeezing, and he shut his eye tightly, losing his balance a little and he held the countertop to stay upright. Bonnie let go of the spoon they were using and turned completely to Siffrin,

“Are you okay Frin? Is the smell too strong?” Siffrin shook his head,

“No, I…I’m okay. Just remembered something I’d rather not.” A promise he couldn’t keep. Bonnie tilted their head, but Siffrin gave a reassuring look,

“Tell me more about your letter, it’ll help me feel better.” Bonnie didn’t seem convinced, but nodded,

“Well, I did tell her that I fought lotsa sadnesses, and you all wouldn’t let the King touch me. I had to go with you all to face him, because I woulda been frozen otherwise. I told her I didn’t want to break my promise to her, to keep fighting, and even if I’m still too small in her eyes I…didn’t want to give up.” They returned to stirring the soup, “I also wrote about wanting to travel alongside everyone  her. She told me she was proud and happy I helped you all, but she wants to talk when we all got to Bambouche. I’m scared she won’t let me stay, that I will get behind…” Siffrin pat Bonnie on the head,

“It will be okay. We’ll all stay together for a while longer remember?” Bonnie nodded,

“Mhm, that’s what I want. Cause you all are family too.” Siffrin’s eye grew wide slightly, but soon his gaze became warm,

“That’s right.” They were family, and that meant they would always be connected. Bonnie hummed,

“I never asked what the other’s favorite dishes are. I think Dile mentioned something called sushi? It includes fish I know that. I need to ask Belle and Za about theirs.” Siffrin thought for a moment,

“I’m not sure about Mira’s, but I think Isa mentioned ‘ratatouille’ at some point to me.”

“Rataooy?” Siffrin snorted,

“Close enough. He said he had it when he was a child, and the taste stuck with him ever since.” Siffrin thought for a moment, “I think it brings him some type of comfort. I would like to surprise him with it...”

“Then let’s make it together!” Bonnie said eagerly, “Let’s find out Belle’s dish too so we can make all their favorite dishes! You and me can surprise them in a couple days, I have to find the recipes after all!” Siffrin blinked a few times at Bonnie’s excitement, but his lips upturned again in glee,

“I’d like that.” Seeing the looks on their faces, pleased and happy, would make Siffrin feel like he was providing his family with as much love as he could. That and cooking with Bonnie was always a fun activity. He imagined Isabeau’s face when seeing the ratatouille and blushed; the man had such a bright smile and for it to be meant for Siffrin…Suddenly, he heard Bonnie speak,

“Stop thinking about Za and focus on the salad!” Siffrin chuckled nervously,

“I was focusing! Mostly.”

“Focus ‘mostly’ on the salad then!” The rogue laughed as Bonnie stuck their tongue out.

[wishjacked]

Happy #WebcomicDay!! :D

This year we're celebrating the process of making pages... so below the cut I've got a bunch of pictures sharing how I go about making pages of my evil post-apocalyptic workplace sitcom, Cargo!! :D

So! My process!!

Writing-> I think sometimes there's pressure to "write" your comic a certain way, I see people talking about script format and stuff a lot. That really doesn't work for me, though! I write my "first draft" script in short scenes on scrap paper, in whatever order they come to me. Sometimes a scene will just be one or two lines, and then a little description of what I want to happen in the rest of the scene.

Later I type the scene up, and write the "connective tissue" that fits between the disjointed scenes so they all flow together like they ought. I don't do page breaks or even character tag or action notes hahahaha I like it to be as BASIC as POSSIBLE so it's easy to edit. And since I'm the person drawing it I can almost always remember who's supposed to be saying what lmao

I edit a lot, but the most major editing is also probably the last bit... when I letter my pages usually I realize "they would never say that" and so I end up rephrasing everything. My art brain is sometimes waaaaay better at phrasing hahaha. Like you can see in the finished page for this script I rewrote like basically all of it, and actually went back to the original "sketch" script in a lot of places.

Thumbnailing-> my thumbs are really big, I draw them with markers on printer paper and keep them in a binder!! I like to thumb scenes in batches and I also usually write my dialogue on them, just so I can read through them before (and while) I draw to get a feel for how the pacing works. :)

Sketching-> OH sketching is also really hard for me! I don't have a good visual imagination so it's really important for me to make sure I have good references. Last year I was especially focusing on setting.

My comic is set in Florida. I'm lucky in that I used to live there and still go back to visit sometimes, so sometimes I can gather my own reference images! But more often I start on Google Maps or Zillow, trying to find buildings that have interesting features or the right kind of "look" for what I want. I'll also look up other interesting elements, my comic is set in a post-apocalypse and I'll research home gardening and things like that which people would probably have.

For example, in this set in chapter 7, I used Google Maps images, photo references of indoor hydroponic gardening, and like, 90's-00's hacker computer setups haha. Also my BFF Roomstyler.com, where you can make 3d house interiors haha!!

Lineart-> I LOVE lineart it is my favorite!!!! I sketch and ink two pages at a time, and it usually takes somewhere between 10-12 hours to do both steps.

I actually think my art looks best when it's just lineart... but I think my STORY is better with color, like it makes it clearer and easier to read and it has a better atmosphere HAHA.

Colors-> I think it usually takes me 4-6 hours to do 2 pages (I haven't timed myself as consistently as I time my lineart and sketching). I have a big file with small copies of my previous pages that I color drop from, and my characters are all flats only. The limited palette that I use is also really handy, it streamlines coloring a LOT.

Finishing Touches-> aka I steal mercilessly from my one true love, my internet home, the beautiful and blessed Wikimedia Commons

I put lots of overlay layers on my art! I like textures so having some strange little textures or pictures on things makes my art feel a lot more finished to me.

And finally my very most favorite ✨finishing touch✨ is the bright colored/patterned gutters that I use. Here are some of my favorites that I've made and used in the past!

And that's all!! I hope you guys have a very happy Webcomics Day and find lots and lots of wonderful new things to read!!!

[nogacheloveka-blog]

The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №14

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This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.

There will be no romantic lines in this story. I don't think it's appropriate to introduce romance, the story just isn't about that. Perhaps there will be some hints (I love some pairing and polyamory in the gang), but this work is just a research and hobby for me, a platform for experiments. Killer is just fooling around because he gets an interesting reaction in return.

Well, now I want to experiment with the number of images. I will be adding more relevant illustrations to the text. For now, I'll start with two or three and see how it turns out. I don't think I'll have time to add the gang to all the images, but perhaps in the future, I'll do.

What Error identified as an "exit" turned out to be a broken arcade machine. The power cable was torn and led to a small dirty puddle, one of the walls was scratched with claw marks, as if a wild beast had sharpened its claws on it, and the coin slot was overgrown with moss. But Error was convinced that this thing could serve as a way out of here (he sees more than the others), when they look around. After all, they have just arrived. However, level 25, where the arcade machine presumably led, was a good opportunity to choose their own path ahead (Nightmare was happy to have the chance to predict his own life).

The description of level 23 in the database described the ruins of a past civilization. Engaging in archaeology would not be amiss. Moreover, in addition to items, human organizations hunted for information (Killer understood their curiosity). Old bricks, ruins, a couple of rusty coins, sketches of various architectural styles - the group looked with admiration (except for Error) at their boss, who surprisingly well oriented himself in the value of archaeological finds.

Many of them sometimes forgot that their boss had lived a long life and loved learning new things.

The group's inventory, although it allowed carrying many items, was limited and had already been filled with essential items. They had to choose. Some things were discarded based on data from the Backroom database, some did not represent historical value. Mostly, the subordinates of Nightmare were engaged in the search: Killer brought everything he saw, while Horror enthusiastically searched for edible and medicinal plants.

Dust was the only one who purposefully searched for artifacts. He admired Nightmare's skills and was interested in learning more about history from him. Forest butterflies flocked to him. It even seemed to Dust that they were trying to help him in his search within their capabilities. Perhaps it was his imagination. But he managed to find a couple of interesting frescoes and fragments of some strange tools, which Nightmare identified as "valuable".

Some of the finds resembled musical instruments, some looked like weapons or tools. They seemed damaged, but Killer's attempt to break one of the ancient items failed: they turned out to be surprisingly strong.

Horror found wild grapes and a bunch of snails on them. It took him a couple of days to prepare the snails (each of them knew about snails from the old lady), but the berries tasted good. As if the plant came here not from the forest, but from the plantation. That explained the snails.

Error used strings to catch animals and let Horror cook it. It was just rational. The big guy could cook well. In a way, Horror bought Error's loyalty. For now.

Overall, they stayed in these forests for about two weeks and did not notice any signs of a possible way to get to their home dimension. It seemed that the human settlement was also too far from the place where they were (Enrico could have had a hard time). And everything that people knew, they immediately published on Reddit or the knowledge base, and they had not yet come across any secret communities. The latter was very disappointing Nightmare.

With some caution (the dimension-killer could play a trick on them, but going all the way back was too tedious. They were, after all, Sanses), the group returned to the arcade machine by a shortcut.

It was standing there.

Waiting for them.

Error could not make it work just like that. He saw the executable code for moving to level 25. But the Backrooms did not allow him to change or initiate anything. Fortunately, there was a real thing in front of him. And the code for moving was launched manually. He just needed to reconnect the wires and microchips that would do all the work for him.

Error stuck his hands inside the broken machine and released the threads. They slid inside, weaving through the broken parts. The power source was still working - the cord outside was decoration.

The mechanism seemed complex, but Error only needed to fix what was involved in executing the code. It took some time, but the Destroyer managed to do it. The machine still looked deactivated, and its screen remained dark. But inside, music could be heard, and the coin slot glowed with light bulbs. One of the ancient coins they found managed to squeeze inside. Now they just needed to press a few buttons, simulating the game. Killer happily pounced on the levers and keyboard. After a few actions, Error began to reboot, and Killer got into the game - it seemed that the arcade machine contained some kind of fighting game. It was difficult to orientate oneself by the sounds of battle, but the skeleton got carried away and played until the transfer worked.

They all appeared in the hall, level 25. The second crossroads of the Backrooms. Many arcade machines, billiards, mini-bars, soda machines, ping-pong and other entertainment.

Killer immediately offered to play something. He playfully used his body as a bet.

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

[rattys-prinxiety-countdown]

HE'S FINALLY DONE! This would have been posted hours ago but the day got away from me and I needed to catch up. Presenting the one, the only, Intruality fusion Cox! (Thank you to @frogsandsquids for the name recommendation, I hope you like it!)

Intruality is admittedly not a ship I know a lot about, or initially one I liked very much. At the start of creating this fusion, I had no idea how to mesh a character I adore (Remus) with one I don't really care for (Patton). I gave it my all to figure out what worked, and what didnt 😩. I started with trying to do a something that leaned into a creepy/cute aesthetic (Sort of like Melanie Martinez if you know her vibe??) but then my friends thought I should try to lean more into a "Sexy Dad" aesthetic, so it got scrapped, and I restarted. Two more times. (HUGE thanks to my friend Miles, who let me bounce ideas off them for hours before I settled on what became the final product.)

Beyond the designing nightmare, this took way longer than it should have (9 hours) but I have a good excuse. I was testing new skills and trying new things during this process. This was the first time I tried giving my art a thicker outline to make it pop. Also, this was the first time I made a piece where I had to add "layers of clothing" to the base layer. Click more to see what I mean

BOOM! Hes a jester!

This is Cox (He/They). This fusion has a love for jokes, pranks, and above all, baking (who cares if only 10 percent of the time the recipe goes according to plan, we're measuring with our HEARTS, and NOT with the recipe cards!)

Thanks again to my friend Miles, I got some ideas for how this fusion behaves. One may think the fusion would be a little sexual or even flirtatious, but anything Cox comes up with goes through the Patton-Pending Dad™ filter. He's very affectionate, and unfortunately, can be little overbearing/annoying without realizing it. He constantly deflects with humor, and is a little self deprecating, but they're working on it and doing a hell of a job.

Lets talk about the mask. (This gets a little heavy and I do apologize for that)

It was initially going to stay bunny ears until Miles+CO. talked me out of it. The mask is literal. Cox uses it to mask himself, and put out a very bubbly "Patton-like" persona. He choses to keep the "less happy, family friendly" part of himself away from view while Patton and Remus work on it from the inside. They enjoy the quiet time they get while baking, and it gives the Remus inside Cox to experiment with some less than ideal recipes.

There's so much I still want to say I'm just forgetting. I will point out that Miles hasn't even seen Sanders Sides, all the information they got (and by extension, the ideas they passed onto me) were given from the Sanders Sides Wikis 😭 he took the time out of his day to research Sanders Sides lore and I'm so appreciative of it. They also sketched an idea for their own Intruality fusion, but admittedly its got an incredibly angsty, dark theme and I dunno if he's ok with me sharing it.

I'll be working on the analogical fusion next! It will be here soon-ish!

Ps: I went digging for some intruality fusions to gain ANY sort of inspiration for this, and instead found tons and tons of fanart. I came out of this understanding the appeal of the ship a lot more and *dramatic sigh* woe is me,,,, i ship them now 🤭

[crimsonedquill]

How they act in front of their crush (Hogwarts Legacy)

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

It’s not out of character for her to freeze up in the presence of other people, but this is different. Sweaty palms, glowing cheeks, stumbling over her words; it’s like she’s coming down with a bout of the flu.

Beasts trivia is the only topic she can discuss without immediately getting tongue-tied, so she mostly sticks to that for conversation fodder. Will spend a suspicious amount of time talking about mating rituals.

“Did you know that Fwoopers seduce each other with particular mating calls?” *imitates bird noises*

She tries dropping a lot of hints in the form of beast metaphors, but gets increasingly depressed when they fail to notice them. How do they not understand what she meant by Hippogriff love dances?

Natsai Onai 🦁

She doesn’t really get flustered, but she will start acting excessively nice and helpful (one oddity is that the ground suddenly seems to be littered with lost things)

“I believe you dropped this” *smiles whilst pulling out a random quill they have never seen before*

Of course her mother catches on. She will make sure they sit apart during her classes and she’ll call them to attention the minute she sees them even looking at each other, but that doesn’t stop her daughter from trying.

She loves sketching them on random pieces of parchment during other classes. Capturing their features in ink is almost therapeutic to her, allowing her to carry them with her even when they’re not physically present.

Imelda Reyes 🐍

Crushes? Pft. She doesn’t have time for them. It’s absolutely not like she loves the challenge or anything.

She’ll make them sweat buckets just like anyone else during Quidditch training, but in a way that suggests some obvious sexual tension.

“You need a tighter grip on that bat, like this” *aggressively squeezes their club wishing it was her throat*

She likes it when they don’t give in right away. Flirty looks, suggestive comments; she’ll just push them far enough until they finally break and she can devour them whole.

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

He’s usually very skilled at navigating via wand, which makes it all the more odd that he’s constantly brushing up too close against them.

“Pardon, how foolish of me” *bumps into them despite practically having the entire room to himself*

You might call him a bit of an old-fashioned romantic, so he ends up spending a lot of time writing poetry to express his feelings. Finding the right words to describe the way their voice makes him feel is the best way to enhance his ‘experience’ of them.

Sometimes, he just likes to hang back and listen to their conversations with others; he loves the sound of their laughter. (The added benefit being that he might pick up on any hints of mutual interest.)

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

Will definitely try to impress them with reckless stunts or some ominous-sounding incantation he found in an obscure book in the Restricted Section.

“Hey, watch this” *accidentally summons a demon from hell*

He won’t waste any opportunity to show off in their presence, especially during duels. Leander Prewett should be happy he isn’t a stain on the wall of the Defence Against the Dark classroom by the time he’s done.

His urge to act all macho mostly stems from a place of insecurity. Even though he doesn’t admit to it openly, he’s constantly fretting if he’s good enough for them.

Amit Thakkar 🦅

Of course, our good Ravenclaw boy wouldn’t engage in any unbecoming behaviour that would jeopardise his studies.

That said, making an extra effort to help out a fellow classmate doesn’t really count, does it?

“Allow me to help you with that” *blushes heavily when their hands touch as he’s adjusting their telescope*

Is definitely the type to do extensive research on their likes and preferences. Keeps a notebook on the things they do after school and their favourite classes to have a topic of conversation in case he has a chance to talk to them.