#sorry if someone redrew this before

[alyona11]

His lieutenant is in charge of keeping his ego in check!

[rystiel]

idk what we’re all calling the concept of fiddlestan working together but i’m calling my version the portal partners AU 🙏🏼

[somehhuuuhh]

Some old stuff (drawings, animation, ect)

I'm going to yap about it alot and there's going to alot of old art so yea

(Tw- wounds, slightly suggestive???)

Some Swap outfits 🩵

The one on the left👈, I was thinking about what would swap wear sometimes as a casual outfit and also I was thinking about classiccherryberry (classic x fell x swap). I got the outfit idea from an outfit from Pinterest sadly I deleted the reference so yea sorry

The one on the right 👉, it's him as a mafia. At least I was trying to make him look like a mafia. I got the idea from a classiccherryberry art that they were mafias and it was a ploy thing which I really love. (Sadly I can't find the artwork fr some reason but if I find it I'm going to edit it in) oh and in that artwork Swap had this tattoo on he's arm and I was trying to do in my art but it looks like crap...

Sans undertale drawings :D

On the left 👈 again me thinking of classiccherryberry but i was also thinking of another outfit that he could wear with his boyfriends and OF COURSE I HAVE TO MAKE HIM CHUBBY!!! Like look at him you can not tell me that he gives the best hugs ever >:T

On the right 👉 I was just experimenting on my artstyle after seeing a TikTok video where they use a cartoon artstyle and they use dots as eyes and I thought it was pretty cute. You can clearly see that it didn't work out for me but still a cute artstyle

Some random headshots

There's not much to say they just random drawings of some characters

For the lust one I was just trying to find a design to them. I love to think they wear lipstick even though they don't have lips. They are just silly like that

For the Horror drawing....um is he scary? I tried to make him scary I think

Blueberror!!! Man i love that dude. I should draw him more...

Passive Nightmare is just so sad so I drew him beaten up and sad. Gosh this dude needs a break, he just six!!! For the love of God. If anybody hurt him I'm start my villain arc

I redrew this one frame from the original comic of Horrortale and it was Horror Papyrus. I like the horror Papyrus he needs more love

🐈Cat break🐈

(=^･ω･^=)

I love cats :3

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I also love Inkmare :D

I keep seeing inkmare as yuri and it's adorable so I wanted to doodle them. I didn't really have an idea but I thought why not have Ink annoyed Nightmare. Ink is touching Nightmare boob's to annoyed her :D

Nightmare will probably beat up ink and then make out ʕ ◕ᴥ◕ ʔ

Yay a random animation

This animation that I will never finish. It was supposed to a animation meme where my sonq and my ocd with a Gravity Falls audio behind. Idk I just lost the movation to finish it

A dusttale comic kinda

For some reason I didn't give him any dislodge. Just pretend he's saying the most insane thing from a broken man OKAY. Idk why I didn't add anything, ig I couldn't figure out what would he say to Napstablook

So like the idea of this comic is that Napstablook is probably the only one that's alive because he's a ghost and stuff. This where dust finally defeated the human where they won't come back. Eventually Napstablook will notice that everyone is gone, they will wander around trying to find someone until they find Sans. I like to think that before Sans committed Genocide they at least know each. Napstablook was somewhat happy but still knew some was up especially since Sans being covered in dust.

Dust of course attack them but it isn't very effective cuz he's a ghost. Napstablook didn't really want to attack Sans, he's makes music not a fighter. So he give Sans mercy until Sans give mercy back and have mental breakdown...yay good ending kinda

For a bad ending Napstablook fight back and Sans gets very injured and Nightmare just comes out of nowhere and take Sans soooooo good ending for Sans just bad ending for Napstablook because they all alone.....so yea sad

[yami-yomiel]

Redrew that one Joel image from .. a long time ago.

Including a whole extensive story i did while working on this mid wip. Warning- it’s long as BALLS and i don’t recommend reading it on a phone /hj

I mean he’s distracted - by theory you can just grab what you need and dip.

He HAS been missing some socks

Mostly pairs

But thats just a ‘rumor’ so to sayyy. I mean , SURE he’s dealing with demons everyday so im sure a few missing socks wouldnt be a huge deal- Not if he sees you at least. he’s probably getting off the phone , he can’t leave all that stuff laying around ya know 😏

Although him catching you is .. a little unlikey imagine if he did. Joel to me is the type to scream like a girl sorry - and that would probably give you enough time to run back under his dresser [twirls hair]

BUTTTTTT there’s also the chance of him just grabbing you. And he might be a little .. rough with it~ not trying to kill you but you get a little winded. Perhaps the fear and shock in your eyes is mutual - but you don’t know that because you’re trying to comprehend the fact you’ve been caught. Imagine his surprise when he finds out you’re a human - or a least a sentient creature thats not a mouse or a rat. You think he’d feel guilty for scaring you half to death. I don’t think Joel would be mad about the whole ‘I’ve been living in your walls for a while ‘ thing - he would be weirded out though YES. But maybe he warms up to it. Like think about it like a sort of symbiotic (is that the term?) relationship - you help me and i help you sorta deal. I’d beleive he sorta.. forgets to put you down and sorta fidgets with you. The fact you’re so small and YET alive and lived for this long is fascinating to him. Sure he has an interest in the dead -i mean he has an ouija board and all - but the living also interests him.

Semi related but i feel like he’d be a biology nerd - and knowing that small things are more fragile he’d probably take that into account when handling you - assuming Joel would anyways. Maybe he gently pressed a finger into your ribs feeling your heartbeat, and that sets a glimmer in his eyes. Your own heart is almost the same size as his finger nail - holy cow. But it frightens him. Shoot, one wrong move and you’d be a little splatter on the ground. And right now he doesn’t want anyone else around him suffering anymore;

To call back to another headcanon i made - I said he likes to imagine himself as a borrower - or at least a small tiny guy. So seeing you would be like a childhood dream come true. He chews his lip trying not to ask incredibly personal and difficult questions. ‘have you ever been caught before?’ ‘Have you fallen from a high place before’ ‘How did you learn about borrowing, did someone teach you or was it sort of like an instinct’ Those sorts of questions. I don’t think they’d be easy ones to answer given your skill level (if you can measure it anyways). If Joel thought about it for two seconds he’d probably ask about what you took from him. Not in a rude way but more so what you did with them , what did you use those socks for? You know while this is all going on he’s poking and prodding at you - probably not in an invasive way (you can always tell him to stop) but right now you’re in awe. You’ve heard so many stories about humans being big and scary and wanting to harm your species but .. for someone whose just been caught by one - you seem to be alright. Even if you’re going though a very extensive look over or whatever.

Joel is probably internally freaking out at this whole thing. I mean he’d always wanted to BE a small person, but seeing one right in front of you is a different story. His look of wonder turns into a silly grin as he scooped you up, . You know noted how oddly soft his hands were, given all the equipment you saw him use you’d think they’d be a little textured, but nope, they were quite plushy. Ahem anyways. He scoops you up and plops you right onto his desk. It seemed to be neat, a laptop and some recording supplies , quite minimal. Joel at down right infront of you, given his look it still seems like he’s in awe over the whole thing, you can tell he’s holding back from bouncing or pacing around but he’s gotta keep his composure. You’d try doing the same but, him leaning forward and getting a full few of his face made you squeak. “Sorry , I’m just.. I’ve never seen someone like you before - ya know?’ He said. His voice was deep, so deep in fact it vibrated in your bones and brain.

Hot Dog.

You nodded but really you’re trying to shake off the warmth that spread from your face and down your back, causing goosebumps.

[It’s now 11:09 i need to go to BED]

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Short ones today!

Anonymous asked:

Is Yandere Todd invited to Wallace and Mobile’s wedding?

I don’t think so, and the regular Todd isn’t invited either… Why would he be? He is just one guy that Wallace hooked up with a couple of times over the course of 3 days, albeit kind of a clingy and dangerous one; I wouldn’t be surprised if Wallace forgets about him by the time he and Mobile get married :(

That doesn’t mean that Todd won’t show up to sit in the corner, stalk them and even cry a little of course. And if this is Yandere Todd, he might even consider ruining Wallace’s special day, but maybe he’ll be smarter and just watch for now. For now..

Anonymous asked:

No question, just wanted to say you draw bulges in a way that lets them live rent free in my head. Art work very good

Anonymous asked:

Silver's bulge my goodness... He's a big, healthy boy ❤️ and Lilia...... Can't even eat with his mouth closed 😔 Silver please get him with the spray bottle!!

This is about yesterday’s comic! Thank you so much for appreciating the bulge, Anons <3 Ironically, this is one of the things that I consider to be tricky to draw, so I am very happy it looks good… I’d say that I didn’t intend it to be noticeable, but then again I redrew it 3 times lol

Silver is a big, healthy boy indeed… And he’s going to get even healthier if he shares a meal with Lilia- *gets sprayed nooo*

Anonymous asked:

WTH is Lilia eating? I thought he was munching on entrails here…also I snack like this, Silver, whachyu tryna say?

It’s just spaghetti~ Ice-cold gross slippery delicious spaghetti!

Silver sounds like someone who had never had spaghetti out of the fried at 3 am in his life before, and it shows. Lilia has to fix that.

Anonymous asked:

never really though t of shipping vil and jake unironically until i saw ur fanart of them- you have a mega big brain and im here for it

Thank you so much, Anon! These two are wonderful together, I am very happy you liked how I draw them <3

Anonymous asked:

https://www.tumblr.com/pugfarts/82974480433/i-made-an-aoba-cake-for-my-wifes-birthday: But Idia.

Yes.

Anonymous asked:

So, it’s the Epel and Rook anon again and I just saw the newest pic on kofi. All I can think of is Rook comforting him but having a creepy, happy look on his face. And maybe later, seeing how vulnerable Epel is, he takes a little detour on the pretense of “comforting” him and….

Another notch in his hunter’s belt.

I’m so sorry, my mind is a dark place.

I am so happy you like this idea so much, Anon! Thank you so so much!

As always, you are completely right. Holding Epel’s shivering body, embracing him so tightly and hearing his intense heartbeat as well as his quiet pathetic whimpers, this is going to make Rook lose track of time for sure. He’ll make sure to comfort the boy in the best way possible~ And leave poor Epel traumatised lol

[imnotsorryforanyofthis]

Quirkless Advantage

Chapter five: U.A.

Warning: lots and lots of cussing.....

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This is her in her school uniform from the back and front. It's hard to see but her hair is in two braids at the front that are pulled back and crossed. I drew everything except the background. I just got the image of a U.A. classroom.

These chapters are going to be stupid and short. Enjoy reading!

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Update: 8/2/22

I redrew everything because I didn't really like the old photos. It's very similar to the first one, it's just a little better and different.

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"I really don't want to get up." I complain while still laying in bed. Aizawa walks by my open door, "If I have to get up then so do you."

"If I have to get up then so do you," I mimic in his always tired voice. I can hear him stop for a second. Probably thinking about turning around to drag me out of bed.

Yup, that's exactly what he's thinking. I can hear him walking back. I quickly get up and shut the door before he gets to it.

Shiiiiitttt, I slammed it on his face.

"Sorry," I squeak, "I didn't mean to do that!" "Tsuna," Aizawa sighs, "Just get dressed and hurry up so we won't be late." "Ok ok, I will," I say, turning around to go to the closet so I can pull out my U.A. uniform.

I can't believe I actually have a U.A. uniform. I was very tempted to buy one but for a nice one, it was around 50 dollars. I didn't want to pay that much for something that I know looks good in the picture, but will most likely not look the same in person.

I slip on the skirt that is honestly way too short for my liking, then I put on the shirt and tie next. I slid the knee high socks over my legs, walking over to the tall mirror that was hanging on the closet door. "I should have chosen the tights instead. The socks make my legs look fat where it's not covering," I whisper to myself outloud.

My backpack is on my bed so I pick it up and open my door, finally ready to go. "Took you long enough," Aizawa says in the living room standing by the front door with his stupid yellow sleepingbag. I simply ignore him and he opens the door.

The ride to U.A. is nerverecking. I have no idea where to go, what to do, who I'm going to meet, who is in my classes.... This is going to be a lot.

Aizawa looks at me, seeing that I'm messing with the hem of my skirt nervously. "You're going to be fine. If you have any problems or if you are not sure about anything, go find me." I only nod looking down.

We finally arrive at the school when Aizawa took his final turn. 

Holy woah, the school is fucking huge!

I walk through the enormous building trying to find my class. Aizawa separates from me  to go to the faculty room. "Behave and don't be late," is all he says as he walks away. "Same goes for you!"  I yell because of the distance between us. He only looks back and rolls his eyes. I laugh to myself, knowing he's smiling when he turns back around. I continue walking, looking for my class.

Class 3-C...hmmm... So I'm in General Studies like Shinso.

I suddenly feel someone bump into my shoulder pretty damn hard that causes me to fall backwards. Before I feel myself hitting the floor, I feel arms wrap around my waist to hold me up. "Watch it extra!" The person says that bumped into me, glaring at me.

Really, that's how I'm going to meet you Bakugou? By you being a total jerk. Why am I not surprised?

"You're the one that bumped into her, you asshole," a deep voice that I don't recognize says from behind me. The person behind me lets go of my waist as Bakugou decides to ignore his comment and continue walking. "Thanks," I say quietly.

Turning around I see dark red hair and ocean blue eyes. The person is much taller than me, their hair went a little bit past their shoulders, and their eyes were naturally narrow. They remind me of someone from a different anime but I can't think of their name.

"Hey, are you ok? That asshole hit you pretty hard," He says looking back where Bakugou was walking but he isn't there anymore. "Yeah, I'm fine. I should go find my class. Thank you for helping me." I say quickly and walk away to my classroom.

Standing in front of the huge door that has 3-C, I hover my hand over the door to open it but I don't. "If you just stand there not moving, we're both going to be late for class."

That voice, it sounds like the guy from earlier.

I open the door and step into the classroom, not looking back to confirm who it is. I sit down at a random empty seat and try to not look up but I do anyway, seeing that I'm correct. He walks towards me and stops right in front of me.

What is he doing? Why does he have to go to me? What the hell is this? Is he going to ask me to move? Isn't he nice or is that just something he does to draw people in?

"Do you mind?" He asks, pointing to the desk next to me. I look around the classroom and nod. "I don't think we have a choice, all the desks are taken." I say and he smiles, laughing quietly. He goes to sit down but before he does he looks at me again.

Why? Why do people do that? Instead of actually saying something, they just stare. It's honestly pretty creepy and annoying. If you want to say something then say it. Stop staring. Boys at school did that a lot. I don't understand why. Is it because of my weight? I know I'm not the skinniest but still you don't have to keep looking at me. Is there something on my face, in my hair, in my teeth, on my clothes? What the hell is it?

"What's your name? My name is Haru Hayashi but you can call me Haru."

So, he will actually talk to me. Interesting.

"Tsuna Sasaki," I say looking at Haru. He's sitting to the left of me, and turns to me in his seat. "Well, nice to meet you Sasaki," He says, putting out a hand for me to take. I put my hand out, grasping his, "Nice to meet you too."

Why do I have this feeling that there's more going to happen with this guy and it only started with a simple handshake?

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This is Haru. I was going to draw him in a UA uniform but I'm to lazy.

Here is the link to all of the chapters

Link to next: Chapter six: Classes and Starting War

[abeat]

2 - Bark

As with many problems in life, Lavender defaulted to two approaches. Take her time to think about it carefully, coming up with several possible plans and going through the ups and downs of each plan individually before coming to what she believed to be the best solution. Alternatively, she would go whine at her best friend Joey Madison.

The current situation called for whining.

She had pounced on her viera friend and after exchanging the briefest of their usual pleasantries (consisting of "OOH, I am so infuriated!" and "What's wrong this time, Chef?") had launched into the tale of the weird hyur woman, the corsage, and most importantly, how she could not remove the corsage.

“I have no idea what’s going on but I cannot take this thing off! I don’t know what it actually does and worst of all, it doesn’t go with all of my outfits! How am I supposed to at least look my best with this thing stuck on me?!” Lavender had wailed.

"You already look your best, Chef," Joey said in a monotone voice, which usually meant that he wanted to support his friend while simultaneously being done with the situation.

"I just paid her gil to make her go away and leave me alone! I didn't think any of this would actually happen to me!"

"That sounds just like you, Chef."

“All the same, what is this thing? I have tried pulling it off, tearing it off, cutting it off. I even attached it to a hook and tried to run away. It does not budge.” The much more emotional viera woman continued her story of woe.

Joey grumbled. Figuring that Lavender wouldn't complain unless she actually did try something, that part about the corsage not coming off seemed suspicious. Taking her hand, he looked at the bloom. Immediately his eyes turned white as his eyes detected a magic spell attached to the accessory.

A ritual circle. And all the energies that flowed to create the spell.

"I can see why. It's cursed," said Joey, still holding Lavender's hand.

“Cursed? So she conned me into giving her gil just to curse me?” Lavender looked down at her hand as Joey held it, staring down at the beautiful and vexing corsage.

"It looks more like the spell is trying to guarantee that you'll find a match. Here, I'll pull up the circle for you."

Joey spun his right index finger in circles in the air above the corsage. A ritual circle appeared above the flower, its lines faintly glowing akin to the spell circles of any caster.

"If I'm looking at this spell right, it's set to charm anyone standing within thirty yalms of your person. The first person to see you within that radius will become greatly infatuated with you and won't take no for an answer." Joey squinted, his eyes still white. "Unfortunately, there's no real way to get rid of this thing. Hang on, let me try something."

A flash of magical energy later, a shattering noise sounded from the corsage. The magical circle that hovered over the accessory shattered as well. Seconds later, the corsage sparkled with magical energy anew, and the magical circle Joey summoned to illustrate his point redrew itself.

Joey frowned. "Looks like no matter what I do, even breaking the curse or reversing it, the spell is set to reform itself until someone remains with you… or the thirty days are up."

Another spin of his finger and the magic circle disappeared. Joey gently lowered Lavender's hand. His eyes returned to their usual crimson red.

"I'm sorry, Chef, I tried, but whoever put this spell on made it very thoroughly. She's probably had a lot of experience in this sort of thing. It looks like your days are numbered. Literally."

“Thank you for that, Sous Chef.” Lavender nodded to her friend as she kept examining the corsage. “What did I do to her to deserve this?”

Before either could ponder the problem further, another had appeared to interrupt their conversation. A tall, lean bipedal grey wolf had approached them, holding a single red rose. His eyes lit up when they came across the viera goddess in front of him. Whatever his original destination had been, it had changed to following the visage of loveliness in front of him. He marched right up to her, ignoring the fact that another man already stood beside her.

The lupin proffered the rose to the beautiful viera woman. “For you, my lady, though the loveliness of this rose pales in comparison to the perfection of your face. When I howl at the moon, I'm truly howling at you!”

Lavender looked at the lupin and then down to the rose. “Ah…ha ha…t…thank you?” She looked furtively over to Joey in a silent, desperate plea for help.

Not wanting to pick a fight, at least immediately, Joey pulled out a soiled femur from a nearby merchant and threw it at the aetheryte plaza. "Good boy! Now fetch!"

The lupin, giving in his base instincts of being only different from the average dog by only two percent, chased after the bone with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and saliva flying wild and free from it. Even though lupins did not normally do so, he even managed a bark.

Joey took Lavender's hand again. "Quick, Chef, let's get out of here!"

No sooner did he make his declaration than he paid the invisible aetheryte warp service for a warp somewhere. Anywhere. What mattered was that Lavender and Joey were somewhere far, far away from Limsa Lominsa that the lupin couldn't possibly hope to catch Lavender's scent, let alone track them down on foot.

The lupin rushed back with the bone in mouth, eagerly looking for the people he had met there originally. Seeing that he had come back to nothingness, he soon realized his mind was soon full of same. Not remembering why he had come back to this particular spot, the lupin remembered his original purpose and went about his way.

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Joey Madison belongs to @adeat, who also wrote Joey's lines and prose. Thank you so much!!

[eow-kali]

the original version of this comic was done over a year ago, well before i even made this account but I wasn't happy with the art so I redid it now. I go through a lot of mental health issues and have been on the edge of ending things several times, at the time I wrote this I wanted to remind myself that someone would care if I tried to end my life, at the time I redrew it I want to remind others that someone cares, even if you think there isn't anyone. Anyway sorry for the long ramble but even if I don't know you I love you, you are cared about, keep living.

[slyfangz]

carmelita!! carmelita you have to help him he can’t swim!! oh my god

[tonixe]

Heyyy:)) can i please ask for a clavis x reader smut(with lots of fluff as well), thank youu💕💕

matching・Clavis Lelouch x Reader

genre・Smut 😈with fluff at the end + reader with female genitals

warning・P + V

words・1.75k

+ This is my first ever smut fic, so feel free to judge or criticize this ig. Hopefully, you enjoyed and sorry for the long wait >3 💗

+ Also sorry if it wasn't what you imagine or want. 💖💘💕💞

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Time goes slowly as it passes by...

It felt like time was purposely slowing down; it felt like centuries past without seeing your trouble maker of the prince in the castle doing his princely duties around the kingdom, sitting on the comfortable sofa. Waiting for him to come back, to come back to you in your arms. As you reminisce about his soft touches that were dealt on your body, that you terribly missed.

Sitting down on the soft piece of furniture, wearing one of his jackets he lent to you, still enveloped with his sweet-smelling scent.

Waiting for him. Even if the world was ending, you would be in the exact spot waiting for him to finally come to you, even if it means ignoring your responsibilities as Belle.

As the day becomes night and the night becomes day, you would still return to the same spot. Staring at the window, your sad expression reflects the glass window as for his absence.

That once sad expression soon turned into an expression of beaming joy; seeing horses carrying in a snow-white carriage, hope was still in your heart that he would come, and I guess that same hope was on your side today, rubbing your eyes wake. When you saw that little troublemaker coming down from the carriage.

His dusty purple hair flowed around his handsome face; it felt like forever until you saw him wearing his usual cheeky smile.

Immediately open the door, using all your strength in your body, and run down the stairs to the gate where he arrived—further stopping until you saw him, unharmed and perfectly okay. That little troublemaker of you caused you so much worrying just for him to come; with that cheeky smile of his, you were breathless from the running right in front of him.

"C..clavis," a hoarse whisper came out of you, barely having energy in your voice, smiling at him in joy as your salty tears stained your face, your cheeky turning into a salty stained mess.

"Was I gone for that long?" he said, not.

Even acknowledging what he said and hugging him tightly was surprising to Clavis, especially for you have this comfort of finally having him in your arms made your heart swell.

The worry in you was gone when you got to touch him. When the curtains were drawn, when the time you got to be recovered by the touches and kisses you longed from him. Your leg wrapped around his waist as you both shared a passionate kiss; he was your addiction, someone that you yearned for, finally satisfying your craving for the word love.

Your back hit the soft bed as you both redrew from the kiss, and the wetness between your legs started to ache; being without Clavis in the castle did take a toll on you and your body. "C-clavis...I-" you were shortly overtaken by another deepen kiss than before, your tongues interlinked, moaning from immense pleasure.

Wrapping your hands over his neck, propping yourself and look at him with a hazy expression. "You were worried, weren't you" he whispers while unbuttoning his shirt. You were embarrassed to admit that you genuinely needed him and waited for this moment.

Your gaze follows his slender fingers unbuttoning his shirt as he lowes his fingers to lose off the last buttons, making your core ache further; you didn't know that your body was deprived of the sexual tension. "You're acting like it's your first time, darling; you were lonely without me, weren't you?" Your eyes laid towards his naked chest, his slender fingers slowly traveling to your clothed arousal.

His finger stroked your clothed arousal as he leaned into you, closing the proximity between you as he started nibbling on your ear and rubbing your arousal; the room was engulfed with your moans and whimper of pleasure as your once tidy display turned into disarray and a sensual look. A patch of wet stain was showing on your panty from the sheer fact of your satisfaction,

"Excited, aren't you, princess" he whispers, withdrawing his fingers away from your cloth arousal.

Your whimpers were sounding in the room. "I think it unfair your one being pleased. It would help if you started undressing" his eyes have a glint of desire and lust in them as he licked his finger covered by your essence.

You hurriedly slipped off your pantie, and your hands trembled as you unbuttoned your blouse; his eyes were still laid off your disarrayed figure. As you finally took off your undergarments, you felt small under his gaze, with your naked figure shown, as the glint of desire was established in his eyes; needless to say, it wasn't a lie that he was one of the dangerous beasts of the kingdom, and true to say it wasn't a lie.

The coldness of the air hardens your peaks.

Opening your leg, propping your hand behind you, showing your gaping hole ready to pleasure one of the beasts of the kingdom, giving him the puppy eyes and motioning your eyes between your legs. Your appearance gave off an alluring and seductive look as the tension inside the room turned into a risqué moment.

His eyes were allured to your suggestive position as you scanned his leaned position to see his hardened shaft forming at his pants.

"Clavis...let me pleasure you, and give you good welcoming" smiling at him and tracing your finger from the outline of his chest to the outline of his shaft. For the most part, throwing him off from that alone.

Throwing a suggestive look at him biting your bottom lip, as your dribbling cunt was tempting him to devour you and fuck you mercilessly. As he throws off his briefs and pants, soon being flashed by his hardened shaft making your arousal even more. Your eyes were laid to his post, propping yourself open as your fingers open your cunts lips. As he inserted his shaft into you, you jolted from the spread of pain through your abdomen.

"F-fuck" you hissed out, wishing the 3rd prince would get it over with and fuck you straight.

Digging your nail into his shoulders and throwing your head back, adjusting his size while inside you. "Ready darling?" he whispered, As he snapped his hips, "H-haah," moaning out as the sensation of pleasure in you from the simple moveth. Grinding your hips for the desprate for the delicious friction you craved so bad.

He was once teasing you again.

The moan and the act of reassurance sent the 3rd prince off the charts, triggering that animalistic urge. Placed his head on the small back of your neck and thrust inward while massing your inner wall and left small kisses throughout your neck, as the burning sensation spreading turned into fleets of pleasure. Forcing to jolted up

"C-clavis, stop being such a tease." softening your grip on his shoulders, tilting your pelvis for an entrance to fill the desperate void. "You sure" as he gave you a mocking cheeky smile and caress the fat of your cheeks.

"Please," giving him puppy eyes, finally sending him off the edge. As the message inside his eyes was working to the allure with a lustful gaze, he was still inside as you trusted inside and out of you with a frantic tempo.

As his room was soon filled with your breathy moans and languid pants.

Your exposed bosom bounced up and down from the frantic pace, and the slapping of skin echoed the room. This is the welcoming you wanted to give him as his long departure; as your gaze becomes hazy from the pleasure and the heat of your body increases, your body feels it is on fire. Marking and spreading kisses through your collarbone and breast as he thrust inside you.

"S-shit," you screamed, as the pace was in tempo, feeling that the 3rd prince enjoyed your welcoming gift from the extended pace, the sensations of the pleasure act.

As he was holding your hips securely, thrust inwards and out, "This is a good awakening, princess. I didn't know you were this good at giving gifts"

Giving him a hazy expression as your tongue was loled out. "You look good this way, (MC)" giving you a hard thrust, jolting you up again, moaning out. Stars were flooding your visions as he trusted inside on your walls.

While you let out a shaky breath as he pounded into you, savoring the delicious sensation. Goosebumps spread through your arms, feeling a coil tension pooling throughout your abdomen as he played with your clit. Enjoying the simulation from the sensation of biting the bottom of your lip. "C-clavis, I'm close," you panted out.

Feeling him pulsate inside you, tighten around him inside your inner walls. "Is that so" his pace was more animalistic than ever as his hips collided with you. Your hips stuttering, the brutal pace wearing you out, as you wrap your neck around his neck, your breast bouncing from the tempo.

"C-clavis, I think-"

"Do it, princess," he caresses your hips; soon, your coil snapped as the long crescendo of moans ranged out through the room, your mind shattering.

The heat pooling from your abdomen dropped, linking out of you. Your released your essence, coating his shaft as your body fell limped from the sensation, leaving you weak.

As his thrust becomes sloppier, feeling him pulsate more inside of you noted that he was close and soon feeling the warm sensation. He takes himself out of you and feels his warmness gone as he empties himself on the sheet.

Your body slumped down, your back hitting the bed. Both of your pantings echoed the room, as your body was covered in sweat, your half-lidded look at him, "S-so, did you enjoy your welcoming gift" you panted out, your legs exposed, still dripping from your earlier release.

His body was caved over you, "Mhm," he panted out, "you always give the best gifts, darling," playing with your hair and kissing and planting hickies on your neck.

As you both share a passionate and sweet kiss, "M'thats good."

"Say, your gift was wonderful darling, let me repay you for it, sharing a hot bath together" as he nuzzled your neck and massage your bosoms. Biting down your bottom lip holding your moans back, from the pleasure "Doesn't that sound good, princess"

Letting out a breathy moan, "Ngh-y-yeah...it doesn't sound good," he soon carried your limped body and walked to his grand bathroom chamber.

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· ➳❥ Criticizing or judgment is welcome here; reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[carpisuns]

anatomy tips for anon

(someone asked me for this but tumblr ate the ask lol so I’ll just answer it here)

hi anon, I actually really struggle with anatomy so i was kinda surprised to get this ask hdjsksjs but i hope my answer is at least somewhat helpful!

first of all, there are a million methods for drawing a full body. some people like sketching out a skeleton first and building on top of it, some people start with a super loose/flowy general shape of the pose, some people use ovals or 3D boxes or cylinders—i'd recommend looking at various tutorials and trying them out to see what works for you!

unfortunately none of those methods worked very well for me,, i found them kinda cumbersome and counterintuitive so I usually end up just like. going for it lol. I don’t really have a System cause my method is honestly just “try your best, hold back the tears, fix it until it looks as passable as you can get it” DHJSKS but idk maybe it will help you to see my "process" lol

(ok i've never done a speed drawing thing before so i'm about to Expose Myself but im doing this for you anon haha)

(putting the rest under a cut bc it's long, sorry lol)

as u can see, it's a lot of trial and error for me. you may have noticed how i redrew every single thing like 50 times, how i initially made her arm ridiculously long and had to shorten it, how i general just Abused the lasso and warp tools....the list goes on haha. the point is, i make a lot of mistakes and my final products are still very flawed, but that's okay because i know i'm getting better the more i practice! if you scroll back through my art tag you will see some anatomical horrors that would make picasso cry, but at the time i was really proud of them LKJDFSKJLF

ok let me break it down a bit

i usually start with the head, neck, and like a vague indication of the shoulders lol. then i add these slightly angled lines to build the torso from and leave a little gap so i can come back for the arms

then I add the legs!

i used to be so allergic to legs lol but i've been drawing them more lately and i decided i actually kind of love them?? who'd have thought. (but not feet. dni)

here are some basic examples of how i draw legs. keep in mind that i am still learning and these are not like the best examples ever! i don't tend to put a lot of detail in my anatomy and mainly stick to very simple lines and curves, partially because i prefer a simpler style and partially bc i currently lack the skill to be fancier about it lol

i usually start with basically two lines slanted slightly inward for the upper leg and then for the lower leg i do a straighter line and a line with a bump for the calf. pay attention to what direction the knee is facing because that will determine where your bumps go

once i've got the legs, i have the basis of the pose in place, so i add the arms

shoulders are a weird struggle for me lol but i usually add like a little circle or triangle to indicate the joint so i can attach the arms. and then i build the arms kinda similar to how i do the legs—like with two slanted lines and then the bump for the lower arm

once I’ve got the whole body down, there is usually a fair amount of adjustment haha. I gotta ask, does the pose actually work? like, where is the character putting their weight, and does the pose make sense that way? are the legs and arms and torso the proper length and width? and then at some point after a lot of fiddling i give up and voila, done :)

as far as proportions goes, my advice is to pay attention but not sweat too much about it. I used to try to like Vitruvian Man it lol and count how many heads tall the character was and try to be super precise about the proportions according to one of those proportion chart things. and ofc that stuff helpful and important to know! but in the end, worrying that much about it was a hindrance for me and I ended up with really stiff and unnatural-looking poses. so I mostly just follow a couple rules of thumb:

1. The elbow should hit around the waist/mid-torso

2. The arm, fully extended, usually hits the upper thigh. like, wrist at crotch level I guess?

3. The length of the legs is like roughly equalish to the length of the the whole upper body (head to bottom of hips)

these are just basics and not very Scientific haha but that’s vaguely what I go for. also remember that proportions can be pretty stylistic too! for example, a real human body is normally like 8 heads tall, but I probably do like 6ish heads normally. that’s pretty common for more cartoony styles, and the bigger heads also make the character look younger bc kid proportions are different than adult proportions. just kinda play around with it and go with what feels natural and good for the character you’re drawing

if you feel like your pose is stiff and weird rather than natural/dynamic, it often helps to make sure the shoulders and hips are tilted slightly at opposite angles. that's a tip i picked up from this tumblr tutorial a long time ago and i always come back to it, haha

ok that's about all i have for specifics but i have just 2 general tips to end with:

1. Use!!! References!!! seriously. i use references every time i draw. i look at photos of real people and screenshots from the show and i even sometimes take pictures of myself for reference. often i'm using multiple references for one drawing, like piecing together elements of various refs to create the pose i want, but sometimes i work from a single reference. i also study my favorite artists' work pretty frequently to see how they do things. getting familiar with what good art and real life looks like will help you get better at mimicking it and noticing when things are off.

2. Be patient with yourself. You’re gonna mess up a lot. Sometimes you may even post something and realize months later that you made chat noir’s upper arm literally twice as long as it should be :/

but fear not! you don’t have to live forever in the shadow of Long Arm Chat! lol. you will get better just by trying, I promise.

Part of the process of making art you like is making a lot of art that you don't like, or art that you like at first but hate later. Your skills and your eye are developing simultaneously, and sometimes your eye passes up your skills, so that you're better at noticing your mistakes even if you struggle to fix them. that's okay! that gap can be really frustrating and discouraging, but it's still a sign of growth and your skill will catch up. just keep studying, keep drawing, and keep having fun! it gets better, seriously. when i first started drawing like two years ago, i thought i'd never be able to do a passable full-body pose. it was SO hard. and it's still hard for me! but i can do it much better now than i could then, and when i get bummed out about my limitations, it helps me to remember that even though i still have a long way to go to get where i want to be, i've also come a long way. and you will too! if your current self could see what your future self can do, you'd be so impressed 😌

P.S. just to reiterate, I am Not an expert At All and these are just some methods/tips that are working pretty well for me right now. i hope they help you out too, but my methods may not be the best fit for you, and if that's the case, don't sweat. try out a lot of stuff and see what clicks and makes sense. art is a learning process and it's so individual so i encourage you to experiment!

Good luck, and have fun!

[blog4snape]

TUMBLR IS FAKE FOR NEVER ALLOWING THIS TO APPEAR IN MY ACTIVITY

dumb idea?? this is a big brain idea!! your style is so lovely!! 

this is so cute omg, i love it!! thank you so much  ❤️🥺😭 she’s GORGEOUS!!!

I love this redraw... look at her undies!! and the patch on her old boxers!! it’s perfect!! i love the black nails and her expression

Trans Snape Week Day 4- New Beginnings @snapeloveposts

She’s so glad she’ll never have to wear pants ever again :) 

Despite all the trouble (technical difficulties) I went through to make this, I really enjoyed making it. There was a lot of fun expressions, and the first few frames (gif on the left) as well as the last few frames make me chuckle.

Also, there was… this frame with the other frames laid under looks like a meme:

I don’t know what about it, though. You should tell me what text to put over this screenshot in the notes lol.

[goldenkamuyhunting]

Just because it has to be asked, what are your thoughts on the volume 31 adds?

First of all, sorry for the late reply.

As for your question...

I posted a bit of what I thought into my Quick outline of the changes in Golden Kamuy Vol 31 but for a less image filled and more though detailed reply...

Visually, as usual, the volume is a lot better than the magazine, Noda redrew lot of parts so the visual quality rose quite a bit.

A different matter is, however the quality of the plot changes/additions.

Mind you, not always Noda makes relevant plot changes/additions in the volume version but, since the ‘train to hell’ arc was for a good part of the fandom, a particularly disappointing ones many hoped in them.

I’ve honestly didn’t really keep my hopes up because there just was too much that didn’t win me over and that too much was clearly strongly tied to the development Noda wanted the story to have... and in fact there’s really little that got changed/expanded/added and, it’s often not really relevant.

Still Noda managed to do some good things so let’s go through all the changes and see which ones to me felt good and which ones didn’t win me over and let’s skip all that it didn’t change and that, instead, could ave benefitted from changes.

I apprecciated the tiny addition explaining how Hijikata couldn’t dodge, which was why he was foced to block Koito’s sword even though one shouldn’t do it.

While Sugimoto worrying for Asirpa wasn’t a bad addition, quite the contrary, since it was all he did, felt repetitive when he does it again after the second explosion. Plus seeing the 7th wounding him further wasn’t really welcomed since I found Noda wounded him already way too much in the magazine yet let him fight Tsurumi as if he were just fine. Increasing the number of wounds really was unneeded since, in the end, they don’t matter to the plot and make it only more unbelievable.

I apprecciated how Noda showed Tsukishima broke his arm but I’m still not fond of how the grenade is tossed by accident and not by purpose so as to keep Tsukishima’s hands clean by the fact he targeted a child and killed a beloved character (this was done also when Tsuishima tried to kill Ariko but Ariko survived effortlessly because his father’s knife stopped the bullet).

I also apprecciate the idea of having Ushiyama trying to grab the bomb... but the bomb was drawn too close to the ground before Ushiyama tossed himself. It killed the suspance the fact Ushiyama din’t have a sporting chance to grab it because he would have never made in time. If the bomb had to be so low then it was more dramatic to have Ushiyama get in between it and Asirpa to save her then trying to tell me Ushiyama tried but missed.

Ushiyama’s wound on the left side of his face also partially hid his serene expression which wasn’t something I apprecciated much.

The expansion of Tsurumi’s attempt at getting Tsukishima on the roof while Tsukishima was shown too weak to follow, with Koito trying to stop him was something I liked... but I’m not sure it drived home the point Noda wanted to drive home. I mean, in it Tsurumi looks like a jerk who wants to force a seriously wounded Tsukishima to fight and support him further for Tsurumi’s interest and, by contrast, Koito comes out as someone who cares about Tsukishima. However I get the feeling Noda didn’t want Tsurumi to look like a jerk so... I don’t know. I found the scene better but what passed might not have been what Noda wanted to transmit so...

Sugimoto stabbing the bear to persuade it to let go of Shiraishi was a good addition (even though even better would have been to cut the whole biting Shiraishi scene).

Changing Tsurumi’s line so that now he only warn Ogata that Sugimoto is coming wasn’t bad.

I’ve mixed feelings on the scene of Sugimoto telling Asirpa to stay behind so she won’t get a VIP seat for hell. I might have mistranslated it, of course but the wording implies Sugimoto is aware Asirpa might kill someone and wants to try to stop her from doing so when supposedly he believed Asirpa decided long ago she wouldn’t do it... and because Noda let the scene in which Sugimoto changed his mind and told Asirpa to kill Ogata. So... it’s not it’s bad, it’s just it leaves me a little puzzled.

I’m sure there’s plenty of people who found it fun and I’m glad we’ve an explanation for why the bear decided to go on the roof but I really don’t like the idea Tsurumi’s gaze can scare a bear and persuade it to climb on a roof.

I might have mistranslated it but I saw no need for Tsurumi to talk as if he was speaking to someone else when he explained his plans.

I’m not really fond of the pat of Sugimoto punching Ogata. This is part because I’m not really that into brutality scenes (so yeah, others might love them and this is just me) but also because it feels as if Noda want to make it funny because Ogata’s fake eye just remains open and I’m not really into making fun of a man beating another. Again it might be just me. Mostly though because Noda will often forget to correct all the following images of Ogata giving him the additional bruises he gained. Also I’m not into the Sugimoto/Ogata pairing so them rolling around in a suggestive manner doesn’t tell me much but I know there’s plenty of people who ship them so I believe this will be a beloved change.

Noda definitely improved a lot the scene in which Ogata was shoot. I said it also when listing the changes but the way the volume version went at it was beyond dumb so the new page is really a great change... though the problem with Hiikata katana remains. Sugimoto attempted to grab it previously but the volume cut Ogata stepping on it to stop him and, I guess, the idea is that he didn’t because Ogata aimed at him but then he does again but... he will conveniently somehow let it go so that Ogata can use it to try to pull out the arrow tip. So yeah, lot of kudos for the improvement but the scene needed more work.

Kudos also for cutting Ogata’s sentence about something troubling him and making him not say out loud he can’t die but just think it. The first line didn’t work well and felt obscure since the problem should have been solved long ago and the fact Ogata thought he couldn’t die made it more dramatic thn saying it out loud.

Chap 310 remains a mess but Yuusaku’s apparition was much better drawn and the same goes for Ogata’s fall. Pity Noda hadn’t included an explanation for why Ogata let go of the sword (eyond that the plot needed it on the train) but kept the rifle as he fall but whatever.

Good is the addition of Tsurumi seeing Ogata falling, though I don’t get why Noda decided to obscure his face.

Interesting also how Tsurumi decided he has to go alone.

Good how Asirpa now look behind to where Ogata fell off and seems to feel guilty, even though it’s still tiny.

I’m not sure how to feel about Sugimoto’s inner speech about realizing he never watched at Asirpa as a partner and now realized she would go with him to hell. While foreshadowing Sugimoto’s decision to remain with Asirpa was ENORMOUSLY important, it takes away from Asirpa’s grief placing the focus on Sugimot and, somehow the whole idea behind the scene still didn’t sit well with me. Of course it can be that I didn’t translate the scene well and that I hate the SugiRipa so others might love it.

I loved Asirpa attempting to hit Tsurumi. I hated how previously she went along but just... aimed and never shoot even though, after what happened with Ogata, now she was supposedly capable to shoot a man.

The addition of Kikuta’s image as Sugimoto remembered him was nice and also nice was to draw Shiraishi’s eyes instead of keeping them shadowed.

The whole thing with Asirpa about to fall of the train was unclear and I’m not really fond of it, except for the part in which Asirpa tries to warn Sugimoto about Tsurumi being behind him. That one was cool.

In an effort to make the situation even more dramatic it looks as if the locomotive is the one pushing futher down in the water Sugimoto and Tsurumi... and hey, it makes it really dramatic and cool... but since it isn’t explained how THE BOTH OF THEM SURVIVED to it and to their respective potentially fatal wounds (Sugimoto has a sword through his lug and got stabbed in his stomach but at least we can hope Shiraishi fished him up, Tsurumi got a bullet through his lug but no one, as far as we know, was there to fishhim up and bring him to a doctor asap), it makes the survival even more unbelievable.

Umeko being pregnant seemed an afterthough to further push forwad his idea that Sugimoto collecting gold Umeko didn’t need was still useful because Toraji’s son won’t accept his stepfather’s inheritance should he get a stepbrother so he would need the gold to live. I mean, maybe it’s a matter of Japanese culture so for me it’s hard to connect the dots but the idea I’m expected to predict Toratarou’s actions in the future when he was hardly a character in the story feels like a stretch even if now Noda hinted he could get a stepbrother.

On the other side Umeko’s emotional reaction to hearing Sugimoto’s words was a nice addition.

The omake at the end basically making Tsurumi a noble patriot who manipulated MacArthur into stopping the Soviet Union from taking Hokkaido was something I could do without. Through GK, although Tsurumi claimed to act for the benefit of others we saw him acting mostly for his own self interest and not really merely out of patriotism. He didn’t care about others, he used them dry and we even saw it in this volume with Tsukishima. And now weìve to believe out of the blue he decided to do something nice for Japan selflessly? Why? What produced such change? Sure, since years are gone by Tsurumi could have changed into everything, really, but if Tsurumi became a new man offscreen I’m not interested. I wanted to see him becoming a new man offscreen. I’m fine with learning he lived but not with seeing him being painted as a noble patriot after he got close to cause a civil war. But whatever, Noda retconned Tsurumi’s goals through the story so yeah, maybe I’m just biased because I can’t let go the previous canon.

Plus, according to Soviet officers the reason why Hokkaido wasn’t invaded lies in the Battle of Shumshu, whcih was the only battle between the Soviets and Japanese in August–September 1945 in which Soviet casualties exceeded those of the Japanese. The Soviets suffered 1,567 casualties – 516 killed or missing and another 1,051 wounded – and the loss of five landing ships, while Japanese casualties totaled 1,018 – 256 killed and another 762 wounded.

The operation demonstrated the difficulty of amphibious invasions of enemy territory and Soviet shortfalls and inexperience in amphibious warfare.

The idea that MacArthur went against Soviet interests despite them being allied in favour of Japan doesn’t keep into consideration how the Soviet Union and the USA had poor relations despite their allegiance and the USA would definitely prefer not to help them. I mean, the Korea war takes place in 1950, when the cold war was already started, is it really surprising MacArthur would be okay stopping an eventual Soviet Union advance, especially since the USA has worked into turning Japan into an ally?

But okay, this is an alternate history but still this great mystery feels something that’s constructed solely for people who don’t know about the Battle of Shumshu and the Cold War to try to give Tsurumi a better portray after the manga has ended... which is way too late.

If Noda wanted to make Tsurumi someone noble he should have worked on it earlier, at least that’s how I feel about it.

Anyway overall most of the changes/additions were good and definitely improved the reading experience so who enjoyed the magazine version will love even more the volume one.

For me though the changes weren’t enough to make me love this arc.

They softened the blow, sure, but didn’t save the story, especially because other parts for which I would have apprecciated some changes were left as they were. But hey, that’s just me.

So, really, forthose who loved the magazine version the volume will come out as even more amazing and still kudos to Noda for improving his work. It’s really a pity I couldn’t enjoy it as much as I did in the past but... well, it happens.

And well, that’s all.

Thank you for your ask!

[moonandsunwoo]

Too good at being friends | K.Y.

Kang Yeosang x reader | angstish fluff

♬ - EX by Kiana Ledé

“I’m sorry could you...oh hi.” You could only stare up at him, at a loss of words.

“Uhm...hi.”

You hadn’t expected to run into him, as no one expects to run into their ex. Yeosang scratched his neck awkwardly, eyes flitting over your face in the speed of light. It was uncomfortable, the vibe between the two of you, not tense but awkward. Like you would expect it would be, between two people who once knew so much about each other and now suddenly so little.

Finally, you cleared your throat.

“Sorry but could you move aside a little bit I just need to get some crackers...” Yeosang frowned confused. What did your crackers have do with him?

“They’re behind you.” You sighed, a small smile tugging on your lips now. He’s always been a bit daft around you, a tad oblivious. That much hadn’t changed. But his hair had, it was now a bit longer and dyed in a dark shade, parted neatly in the middle. It looked good on him, really.

“O-oh right, I’m sorry, sorry.” He stuttered out immediately, a lovely shade of pink creeping up his neck and blossoming on his cheeks. “Sorry.” He mumbled again, giving you free way to your crackers.

“Hey uhm I...sorry but could you help me with something, just quickly. If you have time and...” you smiled reassuringly at him, stopping his nervous ramble.

“How can I help?” He took a relieved breath before fumbling a crumpled up piece of paper out of his pocket.

“I can’t read Joong’s handwriting. He’s not checking his phone, I texted him like five times already but...” you took the paper from his fingers and carefully flattened it out against your leg.

“Just because you’ve always been able to read it.” Yeosang added much too late, way too quiet. You’ve heard it though, you remembered.

“I think...he meant pajeon. Or maybe…no I’m pretty sure. Does he mean the mix or are you supposed to buy the ingredients?“ Yeosang shrugged helplessly.

„I have no idea…but knowing Hongjoong-hyung he’d probably have the mix? Or maybe someone actually wants to give it a shot…I don’t know.“ you tilted your head. “Well I’m no expert but I’m sure you’d need eggs and maybe...wheat flour?” Yeosang considered for a second.

“I mean...I could look up a recipe but...” you chuckled lightly before gently grabbing his arm and pulling him towards where Yeosang suspected the ready-mixtures were.

“Let’s not make a fuss. I’m sure no one actually has the time to prepare them in the first place, not from scratch anyways. I mean with your comeback approaching and all...” Yeosang almost tripped over his own feet.

“You know about our comeback?” You turned your face away immediately, slightly embarrassed dropping his arm. Of course you had, it had almost haunted you. Wherever you looked you’ve seen promotions and your YouTube recommendations were full with it.

And besides, you would’ve kept up with them anyways...but that was a different story.

“Yeah.” Was all you mumbled, shying away from his eyes now. Yeosang could feel his heart skip a beat at your confession before he followed you quickly.

It didn’t even take the two of you ten minutes of talking to catch up. Everything you said and did seemed to snap back into an old, familiar rhythm, like two pendulums falling in perfect sync with each other.

„Not in a million years, Kang!“ You laughed, smacking the package of chocolate drops out of his hands. He grinned smugly, quickly holding them up so you wouldn’t reach them.

“You like them!“ You huffed, trying to get them out of his hands again. „I don’t think you understand the concept of being a broke student living alone in a flat for two.“ Yeosang frowned lightly. „Those bills don’t pay themselves alone and chocolate drops are not helping.“ His frown deepened. 
“Alone? What’s with your roommate…“ you sighed, giving the chase up.

“She moved in with her boyfriend a few weeks ago. I’m still looking for someone new…i’s getting too much to pay.“ You admitted with a simple shrug. Yeosang nodded slowly.

“You know…if you ever need help…“ you gave him a small smile. “Thanks Yeosang. I can make it, don’t worry. Now…“ he shook his head, throwing the package of sweets into his own shopping chart. “You’re not buying them for me, right?“ You asked a but suspicious and Yeosang just shrugged. “S’my chart isn’t it?“ And with that he pulled you along.

Yeosang didn’t just buy the candy for you, he bought all of your groceries without exception and without listening to your complaints and protests for one second. He just wrapped an arm around your shoulders and stared down at you until you decided to give up, flustered as you were.

You didn’t wanted to be his ex. The two of you were way to good at being friends and you were even better at being more than friends. Both of you knew this when you parted, in front the supermarket. He’d have to go right and you left. For a few seconds no one said anything, both of you just awkwardly stared at each others shoe tips.

“It was…really nice meeting you again.“ Yeosang finally admitted shyly, looking everywhere but you. You smiled softly, nodding a few times. “It really was fun. Please tell the boys I said hi. Maybe remind San to change his pillow case once in a while since he…“

“Keeps forgetting that when making his bed. I will.“ Yeosang gave you a small smile, a sad one, a smile filled with memories of what once had been.

“They miss you. Maybe…maybe come for lunch one day?“ A shadow of something flickered over your face and Yeosang quickly redrew his suggestion. “If you feel like it. I obviously understand it if you don’t feel like it. I mean it’s a stupid idea kinda anyways, I’m sorry.“ Yeosang could feel his cheeks burning in embarrassment and he’d rather have the earth swallow him whole than stand in front of you any longer.

“You know…I don’t think that it’s a stupid idea. I’d like to see them again. And you, of course.“ You were talking quiet and collected but there was a shy edge to your voice, and it melted Yeosang’s heart to a puddle.

“Really? I’m glad to hear that. Do you still have the same number…?“ You nodded lightly, briefly wondering how he could’ve saved you contact.

Was it just your name, plain, distanced and simple? Did he save you as: ‘don’t call’ like you had saved him under for some time? Or did he perhaps leave the small heart...well no probably not.

“Alright then...” you tried to shake the awkwardness from your shoulders and gave him a crooked smile. “You text me?” Yeosang nodded quickly.

“Sure will do. Unblock me tho.” He added with a cheeky wink and you gasped, hitting his arm.

“I never blocked your number! What are you talking about!” He just giggled in response and went in for a hug.

“I was just joking.”

You hummed into the fabric of his jacket and perhaps stayed a little longer in his arms than necessary. “Thank you for paying. I’ll pay you back tho, you just wait.”

Yeosang’s shoulders shook lightly as he laughed and he pulled you tighter for a second before letting go.

“Whatever you say.”

Walking away from each other felt as awkward as running into each other and you had to stop yourself from turning back around to look at him go. Finally, the urge was too strong and you swiftly whipped around to spare a small glance at him - just to see that he must’ve had the same idea. Your eyes met and widened simultaneously before he decided to bow his head a bit, sending you heart pulse spiralling upwards. When he turned back around and kept on walking. Walking away from you...the scene seemed familiar. But this time, this time you knew that he hadn’t tears running down his face. You looked down at your bag of groceries.

Matter of fact, you hadn’t either.

-`m.list´-

[hiccstrxd]

Kisses from the moon

Hello! I wanted to write shameless fluff with lots of kisses and this is exactly what it is. I’d like to believe that for a first timer in the kissing department, I did it okay lmao

It's rated t btw. You can find it in ao3 as well. Enjoy!

Summary: She didn’t know how it happened, the only thing she recalls is that they had meant to depart with one chaste kiss on the lips and somehow it had quickly escalated to unknown territory, though for sure not quite an unpleasant one.

It hasn’t been that long since the battle of the Storm Spire and relationships among the neighboring kingdoms couldn’t be any more restrained — the shifting alliances have been slightly worrisome but the newly pledge between the Dragon Queen and the young King of Katolis compensate all the arising uncertainties, if just a little.

Rayla doesn’t know that much about politics but she supposes that last bit gave enough solace to the kingdom. A bright occurrence amidst the cataclysmic disputes and deadly wars.

And since this was now her home away from home, she was very well informed — rather unwillingly — in its state of affairs.

Both Callum and Ezran (and Bait too, apparently) had firmly made her know that if she was one hundred percent sure and at ease with the idea overall, she was more than welcome to stay in Katolis, no matter if it was merely a temporary arrangement. It took quite a lot of arguments and counterarguments from both parties and even further persuasion from the two brothers (and frog) for her to concede to the proposition with an underlying hesitation.

She was fairly certain that her residency in the kingdom — and in the castle no less — will not be as gladly received. She’ll have to withstand many scornful looks and insensitive judgments left and right, her presence won’t do any good there. Plus, she would feel so out of place and a little bit too conscience-stricken for her liking. But then again she didn’t have anywhere else to go, nowhere to call home.

It was all very confusing and frustrating, rightfully so.

Later that night, with the moonlight casting shadows over the two lovers that were basking in the company of one another and with no impending death hanging in the air, a five-fingered hand was tenderly holding her four-fingered one, a warm smile on each of their faces. Lazy strokes were traced on her wrist, going up to her palm and finally detouring to each of her fingers, making careless doodles with the tip of his forefinger. She let out a sigh of contempt.

A murmured ‘I love you’ was softly said to the wind followed by an imaginary heart being drawn on her palm.

She looked over at him. His eyes had softened a great deal and he now sported the gentlest of grins, he redrew the heart for emphasis. Rayla intertwined their fingers together and gave his hand an affectionate squeeze.

She’ll never get tired of hearing it.

“I love you, too.”

And maybe that was the little push that she needed to make up her mind.

That’s how she got here. In Katolis, she meant. Definitely not with her back pressed slightly against the wall and a pair of gentle hands that held onto her with urgency, if just a little shyly.

She didn’t know how it happened, the only thing she recalls is that they had meant to depart with one chaste kiss on the lips and somehow it had quickly escalated to unknown territory, though for sure not quite an unpleasant one.

They were both expected somewhere else, the kiss was just a farewell gesture, something to get them through the day until they could be close with each other again — which was most likely to be late at night or early morning for how tight their schedule was today.

Rayla needs to break it off. They need to get going. She doesn’t.

She felt his hands that were once placed safely on her waist, slowly trail down to rest on her hips with a lose grip. Hers started their journey upwards, tracing his neck with feather-light touches to finally cup each side of his jaw. Their lips moved against one another at a deliberately slow pace, their noses brushing every so often with each gentle pull.

They have kissed before, of course, but nothing like this.

A loving peck on the lips, a quick kiss on the forehead, even a small brush of lips against each knuckle. They had definitely had some kisses that had lasted more than they should have but even those seemed to be cut short. No, this is new.

The gap between them came to be nonexistent, their breaths mingling together in their shared space. She felt warmth blossom in her chest as he pulled her even closer, his thumb slowly drawing small circles on her hip and when she felt him smile against her lips she couldn’t help but let a small smile out too.

Kissing him has always felt quite exhilarating, a rush of feeling that made her heart soar and her mind numb. A tingling sensation that extended from the tip of her fingers up to her very lips, a warmth that consumed her and spread like a wildfire within. Rayla has never kissed anyone before — she hadn’t felt the need to, having little interest in that sort of matter before— but she had seen Runaan and Ethari display little shows of affections every so often, and as a kid, her inherent curiosity had led her to wonder how loving someone felt like.

Ethari had said that it was like holding your whole heart in between your hands, so delicate and precious that the rest of the world blurs and fades away having no point of comparison with its beauty. Runaan, ever the pragmatic, said that it was a matter of sentiment — you feel everything more intensely.

She reckons that both are quite true, to some extent. Though, she might add her own contribution to the mix: it felt like a typhoon of emotions all at once; you feel weak yet strong, confused yet never more certain in your life, vulnerable yet empowered. It’s warm-hearted, a tender gesture. But then again, it’s something that she cannot fully put into words because the concept is so abstract and the action is so blissful that no notion will ever do justice to what she feels.

Soft kisses soon became frenzied presses of lips and their hands seemed to have a mind of their own, moving on their own accord and trying to frantically touch every patch of skin, clinging to the fabric of clothes in an attempt to be closer. His breath faintly tickled the skin beneath her nose, their heartbeats rhythmically pounding against their chests, and the almost inaudible sighs of delight, whenever their lips brushed against each other, was all she could hear in the secluded corner of the castle. Her senses were overflowed with his presence.

She couldn’t help the soft gasp she let out when he gently bit her bottom lip and pulled it in between his own. It was definitely something they haven’t done before and the action's intimacy promptly took her off guard.

And then he was frantically pulling away, eyes wide with horror and with eyebrows that seemed to reach his hairline, his lips the tiniest bit swollen from their whole encounter. His hands were still on her hips but if he was desperately trying to bring her forward before, he was now doing his best to hold her at arm’s length.

He was quite a sight and she would find it in herself to poke fun at his ridiculous countenance if she didn’t think he was on the verge of a mental collapse.

“I-I’m so sorry, that was not— and I just— I got carried away... Not that that excuses it! I — oh Gods,” Callum stumbled over his words, hand clasped over his eyes, and shifting uneasily on both feet. Rayla had trouble deciphering the inarticulate unfinished sentences that were being stuttered past his mouth but his body language could clue her in.

She raised a single eyebrow whilst fighting an amusing smile from breaking out.

With tentative fingers, she reached forward to lace their fingers together with the hand that was covering his face, his momentary flinch didn’t go unnoticed as she did so.

“Hey,” she softly said with a small smile on her face because leave it to him to straight-up freak out during one of the most intoxicating kisses they have shared so far in their relatively new courtship. She gently rubbed her thumb on the side of his hand as a silent way to reassure him that it was all good. He visibly relaxed a tiny bit, though still showing a little apprehension for his actions done in the spur of the moment. “I liked it.” She shrugged, not quite meeting his eyes and she wanted to smack herself for the uncharacteristic demeanor.

She felt a coy smirk tug at the corners of her mouth, “I really liked it.” Rayla relished the way his face went from rueful to downright embarrassed, a deep flush spreading all over his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. She couldn’t stop the heartening laugh this time.

“O-oh?” She heard him mumble. He rubbed the back of his neck with the hand that was not holding hers, and she playfully rolled her eyes at her dorky human prince’s antics.

“In fact, I wouldn’t mind tryin’ it out again.” She said while mindlessly arranging the scarf on his neck that has become rumpled by her own doing. She looked at him solemnly, this being a little unfamiliar to both of them and the uncertainty of how to approach was slowly killing her. With a clear of his throat and his forest green eyes thoroughly searching hers to silently confirm what she had put into words, he shifted forward.

“Well, in that case,” He brought one hand to pull her closer while he raised the other one to caress her cheek lovingly. His eyes stared earnestly at her as if he could find all the wonders in the world by solely looking at her. It was wistful thinking, but she’d rather not dwell into that right now. Not when the only thing that matters was the blitheness from her heart and the prince that was the cause of it all.

He drew her toward him as the space between them once again diminished and with half-closed eyes, slightly pursed lips, and with the erratic thumps of the heart filling the air, they slowly leaned in again.

He nudged his nose against hers and placed a small kiss in the corner of her lips. Callum smiled, he went to do the same on the other side but she’d have none of it. She looped her forearms loosely at the back of his neck and lunged forward — she took delight in the muffled hum of surprise.

Their lips glided lazily but surely against each other, and this time — with the self-consciousness fading away and the overwhelming feelings of adoration rising in its place — the kiss quickly took a passionate turn. Fervent lips searched hers and she returned the gesture in equal measure.

When they came to this corner almost hidden from any prying eyes to share a light kiss, one which swiftly became so much more, Rayla had been concerned they would get caught. They never seemed to get any privacy in the heavily guarded walls of the castle and sneaking around resulted in their last resort, something that both thrilled her and troubled her; there was always a crown guard just around the corner, a handmaid that not so subtly eyed them from afar, or worse, the High Cleric that without fail appeared around inopportune instances.

The number of times she had wished the earth to open up and swallow her whole were unimaginable.

But now, as she now pulled his bottom lip in between her own, that thought was dismayed and stored in the back of her mind because kissing Callum made all of those seem as insignificant worries as every kiss felt like the very first one — she was sure there wasn’t a greater feeling than being in his arms. She could stay here forever.

That was until a nervous cough could be heard behind them, a few paces away from the darkened corner. They jumped apart.

“Prince Callum,” Corvus gave a slight bow, eyes not quite looking directly at the couple, “your presence is required in the throne room.” He cleared his throat, posture uptight as always but shifting from one leg to another rather uneasily.

Oh, sweet primals.

Rayla could already feel the burning sensation on her face and ears and quickly disentangled herself from his embrace in an attempt to put some proper distance between them. He was not expecting her briskly move and promptly stumbled over his own two feet, arms flailing to catch his balance before he fell somewhat unceremoniously on the ground below.

“Corvus, hi! Yeah, I was just on my way. I was just telling Rayla about the... uh,” He trailed off, unsure of what to say that would be credible enough to somehow cover up their real deed. Rayla was sure she was just about to die from embarrassment.

Corvus placed both his arms behind himself and with a deadpan expression affirmed, “I assure you, your highness, I do not need an explanation. It is all good. Nevertheless, let’s not keep the High Council and the King waiting, shall we?” Rayla could have guaranteed the corners of his mouth lifted in the slightest — almost imperceptible — in what she could only assume was amusement. “And Rayla, Soren is waiting in the courtyard for your daily training session.”

With that last bit, she nodded in acknowledgment and went straight to where she was initially supposed to be nearly fifteen minutes ago. And she almost gave Soren the triumph of his life since the only thing on her mind was how much she had enjoyed their little rendezvous and the excitement of its reprise was as annoying as it was enthralling.

[weaselbeaselpants]

Weird week behind me weird week ahead of me but I’ve done a lot of self reflection and came to the weirdest epiphany. The older I get the more I realize all my ‘problems’ with VivziePop - her thoughts on criticism;  the choices she makes in story telling; some of the people she’s worked with (not that any of that’s my business; I’m not her mom) really aren’t about Viv, but more about her fandom.

I’m speaking of the preHazbin era Viv here and as someone who’s only watch horny fish jump at the surface rather than jump straight into the Hazbin-fandom, but given my ‘noncritical’ fellow fans have told me that the Vivziefandom now is also terrible - I guess I’ll go over my experience and make the most out of what I do know.

I followed Viv in 2009 and fell off in 2013 cause I kinda just lost interest and found myself wrapped up in other fandoms. I’ve always felt amicable about her content; I could give or take designs or the way in which she wrote characters -- ((Zech represent!!!)) but it’s honestly surreal and really fun seeing this person I recognize make it big and improve so much. Like I’ve said before I am very happy and very impressed with Viv doing all she’s done in the span of TWO YEARS. wow gurl.

Trouble is, there was the particular breed of fan who really made me...uncomfortable. They felt almost possessive of Viv’s attention. They sang praises about her work in a way that just made me want nothing to do with it because I was worried if I drew those characters these people would be like ‘hey, I’M Viv’s fav artist, not you!”. They would  unironically write Viv messages like:

“you are a GOD” -- “I’m so not worthy compared to you” --“I wish I was as talented as you” -- “YOU ARE EVERYTHING AND CAN’T DO WRONG VIV”.

The kind of messages which were meant to sound flattering but, intentional or not, came off as gaslighting, like they were guilt tripping Viv about being better than them. This behavior, treating your favorite artist/internet personality like your superior and groveling like Starscream, it strikes a nerve with me; partly because I was this way with my favorite artists and influences back in the day,  but also because once I got a taste of that treatment myself I realized just how bad it could be:

There was once a girl on dA who was jealous of me because of the attention I got on my art instead of her. I told her that I wasn’t gonna stop drawing but also that there was nothing wrong with her art and she’d find her place. It was weird being put in that position where someone is very clearly upset at you but also looking for your approval.

The second was some scumball who I blocked in 2016. He wouldn’t speak to me, only write condescending, backhanded comments on my art; check on my profile daily; call me a bootlicker (cuz I took commissions) behind my back; redrew my art and would talk about me in his personal artist notes about how I ‘probably wouldn’t see this’ - oh yeah all the while he did fan art of my characters but again never spoke to me when I replied. When I finally messaged him about his behavior he said he thought I was “really overrated” and “bad for the fandom” cuz I took money and kept him from getting the love he deserved. It took messaging another person within our fandom, one I had been in spats with online before, to finally realize I shouldn't put up with that bs....

That guy who was stalking me btw did so while I was well under 1.K watchers and am still pretty obscure. Anyway, I had one guy unhealthily watching me for the wrong reasons. Just one. This is why when Viv says she “hates creeps” I 150% believe this woman and am not about to call her a liar who just can’t take criticism. Like, if you really think that, I’m sorry but you don’t know what Viv’s gone through from both her critics AND fans.

Of course, a lot of people will be like “I bet you’re just jealous and really just want that kind of attention yourself so you’re preaching to the choir”, but like...no. I am envious of just about any creator who’s the social butterfly I’m not, but, like, if I'm jealous of an artist none of that is that artists’ fault. Ever. It’s my own issues with being comfortable with myself are at stake. If I criticize Viv’s work it’s not because I see her as competition or my Squilliam Fancyson; it’s because I’m a critical fan of animation and cartoons and have my own thoughts to share on the cartoons of an artist I’m familiar with.  Jealousy/envy/mixed-admiration/godIwishthatwereme.jpeg feels are totally natural and valid emotions when you’re a creator. Envy becomes a problem when you internalize, weaponize, and scrutinize people on the basis of them being what you aren’t which -yes - some people do in the name of criticism. ((Although, I would hardly say some of the nastiest AntiViv folk are jealous as much as they are angry that this project they think is harmful is getting attention and using that as justification for some really shitty behavior of their own, which no, this post is not a part of by virtue of coming from a critical fan.))

Critique can come from either a good place or bad place; good critique can be used to bad ends and bad critique can come from a well-meaning place, and vice versa.   It’s the difference between many a criticalfan having a sour taste in their mouth regarding the Viv’s base but persisting in a critique+admiration separate of that, and this asswipemonster trying to weasel his way into Spindlehorse while also bashing Viv on a public forum for clearly vitriolic reasons. He was a creep.

So yeah um please stop insisting that every Hazbin critic is just jealous’ because a) there are people who have a past with Viv’s base and that clouds their judgement, but in a lot of cases that doesn’t invalidate their feelings or thoughts on her work separate from that, and b) I’ve seen what clingy gaslighting jealous fans are. Spoiler: they’re not so much Annie Wilkes as much as they are Tommy Wiseaus. You don’t want Tommy Wiseau following you.

Another bad vibe I really picked up on that I can kinda confirm is still probably the case now: people think that they know Viv and the Spindlehorse crew and have the right to send them shit they don’t need or WANT to be seeing.

Like, I talked with Viv once ages ago. I don’t remember what I said other than we were talking about Frankenweenie, I think. She was nice. Outside of that she said “thank you” to my comments on her deviations but that’s it. I DO NOT KNOW THIS WOMAN AND unless you’ve worked with or are a legit friend/mutual of hers, NEITHER DO YOU. But I don’t think every Vivzie stan/critic knows this. Whether it be people assuming she MUST think they’re headcanon is now canon-canon cuz she liked a comment they made; or some critic thinking they must have seriously hurt her pride because they’ve been blocked by her on twitter (or you know, maybe she and the rest of Spindlehorse is tired of getting @s and don’t have to time to read through your analysis so they’re gonna just block and move on cuz they’re busy).

Just because the creators talk with fans doesn’t mean fans are literally their best friends and have a part in the show’s direction. And yes, critics and reviewers fit that bill as well. Know your damn boundaries people.

If you find/make some kind of contribution as a viewer that’s awesome but you should never expect nor DEMAND the creator see it. The most obvious horror stories involving this and Helluva/Hazbin have been the Instagrams made by the crew being harassed by incestpedo enthusiasts, but it applies even to just @ing creators as well.

I’ve seriously had someone tell me to just take my criticisms directly to Viv and like...no. Why would I do that?

I respect Viv and the artists working with her enough to know that they’re working their asses off on an animated series and should not be bothered. I don’t want them to stop all they’re doing and reply to me. I want them to keep working. Also, that kind of logic makes me wonder how many critics Viv’s found because she found it on her own or if some obsessed fan told her about it - which is really messed up cuz if it IS just good critique you’re, again, just pestering her, and if it wasn’t critique but full on harassment WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU MESSAGE HER ABOUT THAT ANYWAY? I’m sure she doesn’t need to be reminded that people drew and said really awful shit about her on Tapatalk. My point being I’m sure what people think they’re doing is

“OOOoh Viv lookitwut this person is doing in our fandom we need to ban together against this toxic behavior”

but what they’re actually doing, and sounding like, is -

“Hey Viv I know you are working so hard on the show and you’re trying to figure out where to go from here but LOOKITWHUTTHISHATERSAID. LOOKATIT! VALIDATE ME VIV AND PUT’EM IN THEIR PLAAAAAACE!”

TL;DR Viv’s fanbase back in the day consisted of everyman artists and interests but there was this one breed of fan -who I hope was just a vocal minority- that ruined it for everything else.

Call it stanning or ‘simping’ or as it’s classically known, ‘white knighting’, whatever it was it really soured a lot of people on her because of those fans.

That’s why the DollCreep drama got so bad from what I can tell. Doll and Viv had a falling out and then called out eachother online where people who took it upon themselves to speak for them starting throwing mud.

Back in the day I remember Viv used to get mad at artists for ‘stealing’ her style. I think this attitude from Viv directly has vanished but I remember it happening because one of the people she thought was stealing her style did art for me at some point and they were basically shamed/chased off deviantART by a gaggle of these really nasty Vivfans.

inb4> “VIV WAS AWARE AND STILL WEAPONIZES HER FANS THO”

I don’t know that. And honestly, where I’m inclined to believe she’d do something like that then I think Viv is really different and has improved her business and public image from her college days. I’d be very disappointed in her if she was pulling a Butch Hartman or Derek Savage, but I just don’t think she is one, k?

Viv is more self critical and aware than any of these uber protective-gatekeeping fans give her credit for. She said on the Pizzapartypodcast that she knows the Hazbin pilot wasn’t perfect; she’s been able to identify the problems with old Zoophobia; this woman knows that criticism of all kinds need to exist and from what I see she sounds like she’s trying to get used to that. It’s just, you know, when you have nasty antis badgering you, stalkers, obsessive yes-mam’ fans, opinionated shit posters, r34 artists, entitled shippers and the NDAs of a company alongside your own branded image - all that negativity, even the constructive bits, tend to clump together and you just want to scream at it so you can finish the damn cartoon already!!!!

TL;DR: PART TWO

VivziePop/mind is basically indie Tim Burton.  Her work is fun, shallow and made with love but is marketed as being for everyone when it’s really not. Parts of it I love to watch; parts of it drives me crazy cuz of reasonswhatev this isn’t a review.

BUT any fanbase where people tell me I should just “expect what’s coming to me” when I’m trying to argue against dragging creators into fandrama is troubling. People have a parasocial bond with fandoms and their creators and they need to learn when to back off.