#tear-streaked faces are my fav to draw

[moonlitmmarie]

"But the smoke clears when you're around

Won't you stay with me, my darling?"

(from Curses - The Crane Wives)

Some personal stuff under the cut.

Grieving.

Which I am currently doing, so here's a vent art (kind of). To be put in grief so suddenly is something I'd never wish upon anyone, but life is difficult and unpredictable like that. I can't even begin to fathom how Chichi felt when she became a widow all of a sudden, if expecting to lose a family member already hurt this much.

It does hit different when you used to look for references of family altars for that one Mother's Day sketch, and now you've already been around the thing yourself often enough to draw from experience 🥲

[k-nayee]

Picture Worthy kth

wc: 3.3k

Dreamer M.List

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"𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 is it? Goddammit!" You bite your lip as your fidgeting body zooms around the room, easily ignoring the curious looks thrown your way.

Minutes have passed of you trying to locate your precious camera after misplacing it the other day with no luck.

"Hey ____ I need a fav- what's wrong?"

You quickly turn towards the source of the voice. The moment your eyes lands on the familiar face they fill with unshed tears before you finally snap.

"S-Sujin!"

Jumping on the unprepared woman, you wrap your arms around her smaller frame, the sudden action forcing her to take a few staggering steps back.

"Wha-____?!"

"I-I lost it Su," you blubber through your tears as you lay on top of her, "It's gone! They're gone...all of those memories...are gone!"

She pulls away from your grip with furrowed brows, dark eyes studying the tear streaks along your skin. "Memories?"

"T-the present m-my parents gave me all those years ago!"

A moment passes before her pink lips formed into a circle of realization and stares at you in sympathy. "Oh, honey."

"Whyyy lord! I'm sorry I skipped church this past month when I promised to go. Please don't do this to me! I swear I won't act up again!"

You begin to fall on your knees to pray but are quickly caught by an embarrassed Sujin once she noticed the amount of attention you were drawing.

"____ I swear if you don't get your shit together! How'd you expect to be a member of the team when you're being so dramatic all the time? The boss will never take you seriously!" She harshly hisses before plastering a strained smile.

Your body shakes from the soft tremors of your stuttering breath intake. "B-but-"

"But nothing! You're a grown-ass woman, it's time to act like it! We all lose something precious but that doesn't give us an excuse to start bawling out in public. Especially in a potential job."

'She's right,' Your head bow in shame, 'now is not the time ____. Woman the fuck up.'

Wiping away the leftover tears, you lift your head high as you give her your most determined look.

"You're right, now is not the time. I'll just have to push through...that's all."

Sujin smiles at your uplifting attitude and pats you on the back in satisfaction as you make your way towards the storage room. "Now that's what I'm talking about! You'll find that camera, and if not we'll just have to make more memories."

Your step falters once those words were processed. "Make...new...ones?"

"Well yeah? What did you expect would happen? If it's missing for more than a month, the chances are that it's either stolen or thrown away."

'I know momma ain't raise no weak bitch...but she did raise one that'll cry when losing something like that camera though.'

And just like that, you quickly crumpled to dust.

Sujin quickly catches on to your mood. "No! We are not going through this again ____!"

You lean against the wall, face frozen with a cry as you slowly slide to the floor.

"Can you just-ugh!"

*Ten Minutes Later*

Handing you a tissue with a smile, Sujin gives you a soft pat on the shoulder. "Are you okay now?"

"Y-yeah. I kinda got it all out of my system now. Sorry you had to go through that." You look at the floor to avoid her amused gaze.

"No problem Toots. You would've done the same for me if the roles were switched."

Wiping away the remaining evidence of your crying fest, you take a deep breath of air and close your eyes. 'No worries. You'll find it, whether today or next year, so no need to cry over it. You have a job to do.'

"Now that you're stable enough, do you think you can pick up some more donuts for the team? They've been under a lot of pressure this week, especially with BTS coming for their photoshoot."

You scoff at the puppy dog expression she was displaying, cheeks puffed out with a pout as big round eyes pleadingly stared at you. "Yeah yeah, I'll get going."

A squeal of delight leaves her jumping frame before she engulfs you in a tight hug. "Ah! Thank you so much!"

Running off before you could get a word in, she quickly turns and throws a bright smile and energetic thumbs up in your direction.

You pick up your purse with a sigh and begin your way towards the lobby, dread filling your being at the thought of the long waiting lines. "Man...the things I do for these people."

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"The things...I do...for these fucking people!" You hissed with a huff, eyes slightly narrowed in irritation as your cramped arms held up the countless boxes of donuts.

Of course, there were moments of a kind passerby offering to help, but you politely decline for the fact of them possibly freaking out once they saw who was at your workplace at the moment.

Countless warnings of the unpredictable acts that obsessive unstable fans of idols, other known as Sasaeng fans, were capable of committing floated around your workplace.

So you decided to not take any chances and do the daunting multi-person task alone.

Passing through the front desk with a strained smile, you quickly flashed your badge and move towards the elevator before your arms gave out.

You lean against the cool metal surface as the tempting pile of steaming hot boxes sit at your feet.

The smell of fresh out the oven donuts surrounded you, its intoxicating scent causing your stomach to grumble.

'I missed my lunch break already. So...maybe just one?'

"No..." You snap out of your trance with a head shake, the persuading thoughts of devouring the pastries causing your mouth to itch with want, "It's not for you ____...Not. For. You."

'Bitch you bought it with your own damn money! If anything fuck them people and take all of this shit home. Just think about it...You could be feasting on these...all alone.'

Moments pass of your internal struggle before you give in to the gluttony. "Ah, fuck it."

Quickly opening a box, you pick up a glazed donut and bite into it causing your eyes to roll at the taste.

They were quickly filled with tears as you stare at the bitten dessert in adoration. 'Is...is this what falling in love feels like? Can this be a relationship that the world would accept with open arms? Finding Love in a Single Bite: A woman and a donut.'

The shrill ding of the elevator causes you to flinch out of your daydream before its door slowly opens.

"The...fuck?" Mouth dropped open in disbelief, the donut you held silently falls to the ground as you witness the chaos before you.

"____!" A shout over the multiple screams around you shifts your attention from the bodies zooming in different directions until they finally land on a frantic Sujin.

"Sujin?!"

A smile appears on her face as she speeds into the elevator and pulls you onto the bustling floor. "Wha-"

"Oh ____, thank god I found you! You don't know how downhill everything's been."

"But the donut-"

"No worries, that's already been covered~" You turn towards the elevator and watch as bodies fill the metal space and tear through the boxes with a look of hunger.

Seconds passed before empty boxes liter the floor, not a single pastry was left behind.

Even the half-bitten donut seemed to have disappeared which cause your mouth to twist in disgust and anger.

"Sujin!"

"No time to talk! Our best photographer in the building came down with the Flu, and now we don't have anyone to take pictures of the group."

You look at her in confusion. "So...why am I brought into this?"

"Oh, you're just gonna take their photoshoot for the day."

"Well that's good 'cause someone needs to-WHAT?!"

She scoffs at your panicked state with a shake of her head. "Now is not the time to play around ____! This is BTS we're talking about, one of the biggest idol groups in the world."

Blinking at her words, you allow her to drag you towards the big closed door.

Regaining your senses in time you stop before she could open it. "I-I can't go in there Sujin! Why am I even doing this? What did the boss man say about it?"

"It was his choice in the first place. And before you ask me, no I don't know why."

Your mouth closes at her words before staring at the metal door.

"Look ____," you feel the lightweight of her hands as she places them on your shoulders, eyes gazing straight into yours, "just remember one thing before you go in there...If you mess this up the entire company will be the laughing stock of the photography network."

Frozen as the countless amount of scenarios fill your mind, your body trembles in fear of making a fool of yourself.

"But...but..."

Forcing a very expensive-looking camera into your hands, she gives you a wide smile. "Good luck!"

"Wait I need a transla-"

And with that, you are pushed through the door, facing the moment of your life of whether you make it or break it.

All eyes are on you causing your heart to race at the heavyweight of their gazes.

"H-hi"

Wincing at the crack in your voice, your palms began to sweat as a tall intimidating man walks towards you with furrowed brows.

"Are you ____ [Last Name]?"

You mentally let out a sigh of relief at the perfect English escaping his mouth, body slightly relaxing in the reassurance of actually making it through.

"Yes, that's me."

With a sharp head nod, he pulls you by the arm and drags you to the other side of the room where the group patiently waited. "Now hold up a minute! I-"

"No time to talk. We only have a time slot of only one hour to get this thing done. Let's go people!"

Placing you in front of them, you fight the urge to run out of the room once seven pairs of eyes observe your stiff figure.

"Um, Hi? M-my name is ____ [Last Name], and I will be your photographer for today. So...yeah."

Almost as if noticing how uncomfortable you were, a man- who you assume to be the leader of the group- steps forward.

He quickly holds up a hand causing the others around him to get in a formation.

"Dul, Set! Bangtan! Annyeong Haseyo Bangtan Sonyeondan Imnida!" Their voices echo around the room as they move in sync, everyone's focus shifted from you and to their small performance.

Not a single one of their bodies shifted from the newly acquired attention, posture still as calm and collected as before.

The group leader nods his head while giving you a small dimpled smile of reassurance.

'These guys...they're one of the most known faces in the entire world. If they're able to get on a stage and face millions of people at once, then I could do this photoshoot.'

"Alright!" Your confidence-filled voice causes you to be the center of attention once more, but this time you don't shy away. "Let's begin."

*1 Hour Later*

"You did an amazing job ____! I'm so proud of you."

You break away from your water break as Sujin walks up to you with a proud smile.

Even though it won't show from your complexion, the skin on your face begins to heat from her compliment.

"Thanks Su! It means a lot, but all there I had to do was take pictures of simple poses. I tried my best, that's what matters at the end of the day."

She scoffs at your humbling words. "Oh please! If it wasn't so good, then why would Hybe want to hire you as one of their traveling photographers?"

"Wha-" You stop at the sight of the contract papers in her hands, along with a camera that was even more expensive than the last, their logo proudly displayed on its shiny surface.

"Please say sike right now and tell me this is a joke."

"Nope! They wanted me to personally ask that you join them." Her face softened at the look on your face. "I know it's hard for you to believe it, but you do have talent ____. Don't waste it all away by staying here to be an intern. Go out and show them what they missed out on."

You shake your head at her words. "I-I can't! What about you? I've made so many memories with you and this company, to just up and leave would mea-"

"They'll pay you three times the amount of a full-time employee here if you go."

"Where should I sign my name again?" Pen already in hand, you take the camera and contract out of her hands.

After a few minutes of reading through and finding the rules and regulations acceptable, you sign and hold the camera with a smile.

Sujin claps her hands in excitement as you get acquainted with the device before stopping at the sight behind you.

Her eyes slightly widen, eyebrows raising once a few moments pass.

"Um ____? I'm just gonna go and...get something from the fridge! Yeah, see ya!" Taking the papers and camera from you, she speeds away from your confused face.

"Wha-but we don't even have a fridge here!" You call out to her shrinking frame.

"H-hello."

You jump at the deep voice, quickly turning towards the source.

A smile appears once you realize it was one of the members from earlier. "Hello! What can I do for you?"

A light blush coats his tan skin, heartbeat racing as he stares into your eyes while they send a warm gaze towards him.

"M-my name is Taehyung...and I...want...give...c-camura...to you." He lifts a camera to your line of vision, large hands cradling it with the up-most care.

You freeze at the sight of the familiar device and slowly grab it from his hands. Your eyes begin to mist over in relief as you trace the handmade initials that were placed on it from so many years ago.

"Where...where did you find this?"

"Umm" His eyebrows crease at your words as he hesitates, mouth pursed in frustration from the struggles of finding the right words to say in English.

A few moments pass before the frustration was replaced with a bright look.

Gently grabbing your arm Taehyung pulls you out of the room and into the sea of moving workers.

You slightly hide behind his frame and away from the prying eyes as he continues to hold on to you without a care, a wide boxy smile gracing his face.

After almost ten minutes of the two of you dodging and avoiding getting caught, you finally stop.

He lets go of you and opens his arms in a way of saying 'tada!'

You take a step back in the realization of where he had taken you: It was the empty room you stumbled upon after being a newbie intern for about two months.

The giant window that took up most of the wall was what caused you to come back every chance that you had.

It had a perfect view of the city, the sunlight shining off the buildings during the day and thousands of lights flashing like a party at night.

But you had to stop coming as often when more assignments were added to as a helper to the staff and others.

"We got here...and photo taker was sick."

You break away from your thoughts and stare at Taehyung while he avoids your gaze and he looks at his feet instead.

"We about to go...but I wanted to stay. So I ran and hid so they not take me back. I was about to go, but stop when shiny hit my eyes," walking over to the window with a giddy bounce, he points at its sill, "This where camura found!"

His smile drops for a moment causing you to step up to him in worry.

You reach your hand out to touch him but stop when he suddenly gives you a ninety-degree bow. "I'm sorry!"

Your head tilts giving him a push to explain himself in hopes that you won't get angry or upset.

"When I found it, I was gonna give to worker. My finger made mistake and hit button and got on. I was awe and start to look in camura even when it not mines. I was c-curos?"

You chuckle at his attempt at saying the words, but immediately stop when he leans close.

"I saw pictures...some easy and some very not easy. I like ones that show your skin and sun most. Like now..." The heat from Taehyung's hand feels soothing as he softly caresses the side of your face, eyes taking in the way the sunlight caused you to glow.

"Very pretty chocolate."

Your breath hitches at his words, body shivering at the intense air surrounding him.

Looking deep into your eyes, his nose brushes against yours. "Can I taste it?"

"T-taehyung?" You squeak his name causing the idol's eyes to darken even more.

"Say my name again?"

'Oh Lord! What is this man trying to do to me?!'

The sudden shrill ring of a phone causes the tension to break.

Reluctantly moving away from you with a sigh, Taehyung pulls out his phone with a glare at whoever disturbed the moment.

"What is it?"

"Taehyung where are you?"

The male runs a hand through his hair once he recognizes who the voice belongs to. "Yoongi? Why are you calling me? You need something?"

"What I need is for you to come to the first floor. We've given you twenty minutes to go and talk to that girl you like. Now it's time to go."

Taehyung sneaks a look at your dazed face, lips stretching into a smirk at your adorable reaction. "Can't you just give me a few more minutes? I didn't even get to-"

"Tae I swear if you don't get your ass back here, I will find you and drag your ass in front of her."

Taehyung childishly stomps his foot at the threat with a pout. "Why would you say something like that! She won't look at me like a man if you do."

"Then get to the lobby before we pull a Hoseok and leave you behind. We have too much stuff to do with this upcoming album."

"That's fine, I'll just stay with ____ then."

A tired sigh is heard on the other line. "I doubt it she'd wanna stay with you...especially when I get Namjoon to tell her that you got a laptop full of porn like the pervert you are."

The maknae's eyes widen. "N-no! I'm on my way right now."

"Uh-huh, you better...and let me use your laptop when we get back to the dorm."

The phone cuts off before he's able to reply, leaving him with the monotone dial sound.

You finally break out of your trance in time to catch the sad pout on his face.

"What happened?"

"My band say I must go. Too late, we busy schedule this week."

You frown at his answer before looking at him with a sly smile. "Well, I guess I'll just have to see you tomorrow. Especially since I'm working at Hybe now."

Taehyung's heavy heart is lifted at the words work and Hybe. "You work at Hybe now?"

"Yup, now all I have to do is-"

Your words are cut off by the sudden attack of his arms pushing you to his chest.

"Yay! This is great! We get to see much often!" He bounces up and down with you in his arms, causing you to hop along with him.

You join in with his joy, the room filled with the laughter of two adults. But the happiness didn't last long when he pulled away with a smaller smile, yet his eyes still shining as bright as ever. "I must go now."

"It's okay, wouldn't want you in trouble if you didn't." Softly pushing his back you give him a little boost to go on his way.

With slow movements towards the doorway, he stops with a gasp and quickly turns back to you.

Grabbing your face, his eyes crinkle up in happiness before giving you a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. "There...now I gave kiss. Bye bye~"

He giggles at the shock on your face and runs out of the room, leaving you alone with a giant grin.

"This boy..."

[anachronistic-falsehood]

AO3 WRAPPED NUMBER 29 but i want u to give me ur top 3. or top 5 if u have a lot

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

MAC MY FRIEND MAC GHOSTIEZONE!!! my top fav passages i've written this year.... this is gonna take a while to answer i have so so many to choose from omg.... i'm gonna put this under a cut bc it is going 2 be Long (also i am going 2 tag u because idk if u have seen it yet and i v much want u to see the dstuck passage i'm posting it's got wilbur in it :3 @stuck-in-the-ghost-zone )

3: this one is from my ctubbo oneshot titled Harlequin that i wrote on impulse in early september. mac idk if u have read it but u should i think u would like it :3 the style of it is v experimental in a lot of places but i had SOOOOO MUCH FUN writing it and it's kinda angsty but the ending is sweet and i reread it and was like ;-; this fic was very much me projecting onto ctubbo OK HERE'S A QUICK PASSAGE :3

Tommy is your brother, you think, but not in the way he and Wilbur are brothers. They’re brothers in general, two different souls who experienced such different walks of life and stick together regardless, who follow each other to the ends of the earth no matter how wrong or bad one of them thinks the other is.

You and Tommy are more like... kindred spirits. Brothers in war, allies in politics, victims of abuse who pull each other up by your boot straps and lean on each other so you can keep going side by side.

It’s never just Tommy, or just Tubbo. It’s always Tommy and Tubbo.

Like one name.

TommyandTubbo. TubboandTommy. T+T.

Brothers in experience. Partners in life. Two sides of the same coin. Inseparable.

But that’s just the thing, isn’t it? You’re part of the same coin, but people look at you and see two heads, one on each side, no tails. Nothing at all to differentiate the two.

You could draw horns on one side and a white streak on the other, but at the end of the day they always see two copies.

When people run into you, they ask “Where’s Tommy?” “Do you know where Tommy’s been lately?” “What’s Tommy up to?”

You can’t always answer that.

For as much as you’re inseparable, sometimes you’re both alone for a bit. You always come back around like two magnets drawn to each other until something or someone yank you apart again.

You don’t like being a copy.

You don’t even know if Tommy realizes that’s what you are.

Tommy and Tubbo.

The main character and his sidekick.

He called you the main character once, during the Disc Confrontation, and himself the sidekick, and hearing that

it

actually made you

relieved.

Even if everyone else sees you as a second quieter Tommy, he doesn’t.

That counts for something.

2: MY VASHWOOD FIC Just As Beautiful As The Day I Lost You MY BELOVED <3 ughhhh writing this was so sad i genuinely cried doing it. the moment wolfwood remembers vash is what gets me. ik you've read it already but here's that one little passage here for u just for funzies <3 NOW CRY!!!!!!

The video stops.

Vash snaps his gaze to Rosewood. He’s trembling like a wet cat, hand poised over the spacebar. His breath hitches once, twice. He turns to Vash, slowly, just as tears begin to spill down his cheeks.

“What the hell, Needle Noggin,” he whispers. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Uncertainty is the only thing Vash can respond with. He steps closer, hand hovering over Rosewood’s shoulder. “I... don’t...”

Rosewood pushes the chair back, wooden legs scraping across the floor, doubles over, and buries his face in his hands. Vash takes that as a signal to do something, so he rests his hand on Rosewood’s back. After the comfort Rosewood gave him last night, it’s the least he can do, really.

Rosewood chokes back a sob. “I shouldn’t know these people,” he says, voice thick with tears. “How... do I know them? How do I know you?”

Vash’s heart leaps into his throat. He kneels in front of the chair so he’s level with Rosewood. “Do... Do you...”

Rosewood looks up, an angry furrow in his brow, even he wipes tears from his eyes. The expression is so incredibly Wolfwood that Vash doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“This past week has been fucking torture, Spikey. You—I saw you leave church last Sunday, and I didn’t even see any of this,” he gestures to Vash in general, the spikey hair, the glasses, the scars, “but you just—you stuck in my head and I couldn’t explain why. I... I still can’t.” He gives a wet laugh. “Humanoid Typhoon my ass. You’re more like a parasite.”

A lump forms in Vash’s throat, alongside something so bright and hopeful he feels dizzy with it. Hands shaking, unsteady like they’ve never been before, he reaches out, fingers brushing over Rosewood’s jaw. He wipes away a stray tear, stubble sharp beneath his thumb.

Rosewood sniffles, shakes his head. “Don’t look at me like that, Needle Noggin. I can’t take it when you smile like that.”

Vash swallows. As quiet as can be, barely any breath behind his voice, he says

“Wolfwood?”

A sob rips itself from the throat of the man in front of him. Vash catches him as he lunges from his chair and into Vash’s arms, heaving cries pressed into his shirt. Vash holds him tight, hands clenched in his jacket. The black poncho remains on Vash’s lap, pressed between them. A stray tear soaks into the fabric. It takes Vash a moment to realize it fell from his own face.

He's never been so uncertain in his life.

But whatever this is, whatever he’s awakened in the priest in his arms, whether it’s real or a delusion, he wants to keep it.

He tucks his face into the crook between a neck and a shoulder, and he cries.

1: i think my fav thing i've written this year would be the tntduo chapter of dstuck that i sent you a while ago BUT since u have already read that and it's wayyyy too long to put in one post i am going to choose a different dstuck thing. most of the passages i wanna put here would involve MAJOR SPOILERS but i have one chatlog between wilbur and one of the cherubs i'm putting in there to kind of sort of replace cdream (i don't like ccdrm but his character is Important so i basically split him in two as a cherub and changed his name). honestly it was kind of a hard decision to change his name bc he's such an iconic villain but i think i did ok with still capturing his Evilness and his shitty asshole vibes ANYWAY this is one of my fav parts of this chapter i love writing chatlogs <3 tw for ummm some brief suicidal ideation bc it's cwilbur that's how it goes

hi wilbur! IO: Ah fuck, what do you want? can’t i just say hi and see how you’re doing? IO: I mean, I can’t stop you, I guess. you’re getting closer and closer to entering this game. isn’t that exciting? IO: Sure. you don’t sound excited. :( IO: What do you mean? This is the picture of excitement. IO: Look at me, I’m jumping up and down with joy at the prospect. liar. IO: Fuck you. hey, now don’t be rude! we’re friends, aren’t we wilbur? IO: We were, yeah. IO: When I was like, twelve. IO: But you started bad mouthing my bro and the rebellion and being all shitty and manipulative, and I literally tried to kms whben I was fourteen because of the shit you’ve said so like IO: No I wouldn’t say we;re friends. but we’re past that! i’ve changed, wilbur. IO: Yeah yeah so you keep fucking saying. if we’re not friends, why do you keep responding? IO: Because you’ll keep fucking bothering me until I do it's just because i want to talk to you. is that really so wrong? IO: Yeah IO: I know the shit that you did to my bro and I don’t fucking much appreciate it that was ages ago! come on, wilbur. you’ll get me out of here, won’t you? IO: If I could kill you I would. man, tough crowd. i think you’ll come around eventually. and even when i do get out of here without your help, your bro is the first one i’ll go for. i’m sure you know this, because it happened in your past. and then i’ll go for the little one. your pen pal. :) he is your bro, after all, and yeah, maybe the older one will slip through my fingers, but your pen pal? he's still young. your bro will get away from me when we’re both older, but your pen pal won’t defeat me while he’s just a kid, and i’m a GOD. :)

The chatlog closes on its own.

He used to be nice, but you think it’s just because he wanted to be your friend. Or, at least, pretend to be your friend. He filled you in on a lot of information about your future and the game, about your upcoming journey as a Bard of Heart, how destructive the class is, how you’re fated to destroy everything you’ve ever held dear and harm the people you love, the nuances of your aspect, the role you’re meant to play in this game.

He called you a supernova in the making, a nuclear bomb waiting to go off, a personified Chernobyl in your own right. It sounded kind of cool at the time, but it placed this heavy weight on your shoulders, this expectation for destruction.

You’re pretty sure he lied about most of the stuff he’s told you, but you can never be sure. You’re set on relying on Phil’s foresight to tell you your role now, although he doesn’t have all the answers. Still, it’s better than running in blind with your only guidance being the ravings of a madman from the distant future. He used to be so kind, it was hard not to believe him.

He wasn’t so kind when you had a sword at your own chest.

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

[ID: a drawing of Gonta from danganronpa. He’s looking off to the side, a sad grimace on his face as tears roll down his cheeks. Next to him is a chubby white person with streaks of blue in his dark blond hair. He’s wearing a T-shirt that says says “I love Gonta” but it’s represented by the letter I, a heart, and gonta’s face. He’s also wearing a hat with a beetle design on it. He’s jumping for joy, a big smile on his face as he shouts “He lives!!” The background is a bright pale yellow. End ID.]

Ignoring all concerning character development my fav is going through to celebrate the fact that HE’S NOT DEAD YET!!

NO SPOILERS! I’m only part way through chapter 4!!

[touyaz]

Hello!!!

Ahh Ace pls I love every single tag you left on my Gojou's eyes sketches!! You are so sweet 🥺💖💖💖

Pls I'm glad you liked my little sketches, they were rlly fun to draw! His eyes are one of my fav features and it's fun to draw his expression especially since in the anime/manga they are always concealed

KKAOAMA I'm glad you liked the one with a little bit of pink in it, it was fun to draw! I was inspired by Shibuya arc but with more blood and fire, and ahh the blue one is definitely related to his bestie TT.TT but! I did draw ome happy one, because a blushing and happy Gojou is the best Gojou 🥺💕

Ahh anyways, thank you enjoying my little sketches!! Ily! 💖💖💖

- @ame-791

AME HI HI HELLO <333

They were soooo good, seeing it was like an instant boost of energy 🥰🥰 I loooove when ppl draw his eyes, they rly put their whole mind, body and soul into it and it always turns out immaculate 😩🤩

STOP WE DONT SPEAK ABT THE SHIBUYA ARC ON HERE IT NEVER HAPPENED ☹️☹️☹️ that one was so good tho u can tell he's super upset in it & the highlight (?? Idk the terms but the little white streak) in his eyes makes it look like his eyes are glassy/tearing up and I'm just :( agony. BLUSHING GOJOU BEST GOJOU UR RIGHTTTT starts fanning his face and swooning, drama queen 🙄🙄

[meowthefluffy]

MADDIE WHY IS IT SO SADDD

Ok, let me rant about how much I love it now

SO I love the lineart here!!! It looks SOOOO smooth!!!! And I can't explain it but I love the way you drew the mouth!!!!

AND THIS IS MY FAV SHOT

I ABSOLUTELY A D O R E THE WAY YOU DRAW THE EYES!!!! THEY'RE SO CARTOONY AND SHINY I LOVE IT SOSOSOSOSOSOSO SOOOO MICHHHHH AAAA

Also that one shot where you can see ro blushing but he has tear streaks!!?!?!!?? *Chef's kiss* BEAUTIFUL

And I love Ros little scarsss and the yellow hands on everyone!!!!!?!?? TOP TEIR!!!!!

And the little detail of Los face being more red than everyone elses!?!?? ADORABLE

AND ALSO THE WAY YOU DRAW HANDS IS SOOO COOOL

Give me your art skills and motivation >:///

AHH!!! I’m so glad you like it!!! I am making a second part soon! So this isn’t the end. It took forever to put together so all the complements definitely mak the whole ordeal feel worth it! 💖💗💗💗💖💗💗💖💗💗💗💗💖💖💗💗💗💗💗💗💖💗💖💗💗💗💗💗💖💗💗💗💗💗💖💗💗💗💗💗💖💖💖💗💗💗💗💖💖💗💗💖💗💗💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💗💗💗💖💗💗💗💖💗💗💗💖💖💗💗💗💗💗💗💖💗💖💗💗💖💗💖💖💗💗💖💖

[kingreywrites]

#9 with any character of your choice 👀👀👀

Thank you for the ask!! Though, it was very cruel to let me choose the character, when I wanted to do this to every of my fav 😂 (I actually started a whole TUA fanfic and then I realized that the prompt didn't fit in it so I went with Macgyver instead) I hope you'll like it!

Prompt: 9. "Please, please, wake up. I can't do this without you."

Fandom: Macgyver

Words count: 1216

Warnings: Blood, gunshot wound, and whump in general

Having Mac as a partner meant that Jack was used to things exploding for no particular reasons even if, of course, it was better when his partner was the one making things explode. Anyway, he didn't panic when an explosion made Mac and him scramble for opposite hiding places; he didn't panic when someone shot at them, and he had to shoot back blindly, cursing all the way through; he didn't panic when Mac didn't whip up a miracle before Jack had managed to take care of things, and was even a little smug to have been faster. Jack might playfully act as if things were out of control, but he knew how to keep his cool no matter the situation.

"Jack?" Mac asked, his voice frail and fibble, so unlike himself that Jack knew immediately something was wrong.

He turned to his partner at the same time the blond stumbled clumsily toward him, an awful dark spot on his shirt spreading too quickly. Jack let his gun fall as he rushed toward his partner, his kid, Mac - raising his arms just in time to catch him crumbling.

That was when Jack panicked.

His hands grabbed the folds of Mac's shirt, trying to keep him forcefully on his feet for some time longer as Jack's brain scrambled to accept this new reality - everything had been okay, and now it wasn't, and there was something warm and liquid staining his shirt and his pants and Mac was moaning in pain and-

"No," Jack exhaled shakily, brain finally snapping to attention. "No, no, no, don't do this."

Mac's limp body was sliding further in his arms and Jack finally realised he needed to lay him down. It was awkward, terrifying really, his partner's heavy and unresponsive body difficult to manoeuvre - and then Mac yelled out in pain when Jack helped him on his back, trashing too weakly to do damage to anything else than Jack's heart.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, trying to sooth the kid as he put his bloody hands over the wound. "I'm sorry," he repeated, tears in his eyes as he pressed down, drawing a scream that pierced right through his soul.

Mac's eyes were glassy and barely open when Jack called Matty, requesting harshly for backup while he threw his entire weight to try and staunch the bleeding. He wasn't screaming anymore, only feebly moaning when Jack took his pulse, and understood just how dire the situation was.

"Jack," Mac coughed, blood tainting his lips as the pain made him see stars, until it became too much and his head lolled to the side.

"Oh no you don't," Jack exclaimed, putting one of his bloody hand on Mac's too pale cheek, trying to rouse him. "Mac, you've got to stay with me," he insisted, when the kid finally opened his unfocused eyes again.

"Jack," he called again, fear permeating his tone - and Jack hated it, hated how little and scared he sounded, when he knew that Mac was the best damn agent on this Earth and that he never deserved this.

"I'm here. I'm here Mac, I promise." There were tears in Jack's eyes, and his heart was pounding so hard he was scared he wouldn't hear Mac if he talked again.

"S-sorry," Mac bit out, his breathing ragged and uneven - and Jack couldn't help but laugh, or sob really, his hand still trying to put warmth back on the blonde's cold skin.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for, hoss." The reassurance sounded empty to his own ears, but Mac smiled and that was the most important thing.

Then, his eyes closed, and Jack couldn't breathe anymore.

"No," he begged, shaking Mac as much as he could while still putting pressure on the wound. "Please kid, don't do this to me."

His tears were running freely along his cheeks, falling down to mingle with the blood still seeping from the atrocious stomach wound. Jack wanted to be angry - he wanted to think about the bastard that put the bullet here, wanted to wish he could revive him only to kill him all the more slowly, wanted to scream and fight and feel something other than the pure despair that took residence in his chest.

"Please, please, wake up," Jack sobbed to an unresponsive Mac, pushing his blonde hair out of his face tenderly, "I can't do this without you."

The blood streaks he left contrasted sharply with Mac's pale skin. The kid didn't answer, didn't twitch, barely even breathed.

There were footsteps behind Jack but he didn't turn around - it wouldn't matter anyway. He was unarmed and if Mac… If Mac… It didn't matter anyway.

Someone touched his arm and Jack nearly elbowed them, their quick reflexes their only saving grace. Numbly, Jack noticed that it was a medic - that the other people crowding them were the rescue team he had called for, doing all they could to save Mac, but all he could see was the blue of his lips, the limpness of his body and the red that stained everything up to his hair, looking like it would never go away.

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Jack hadn't slept in a long time. He had crashed, sure, but it was more bouts of unconsciousness than actual rest, no matter how much the team tried to convince him he couldn't go on like this. It was probably true - but he had no desire to go on, if it wasn't by Mac's side.

It had been weeks since the mission. The mission, in which everything went to hell. Mac had survived, despite every doctors careful words to "prepare themselves for the worst" - the kid was stubborn like that. Unable to do as he was told, be it medical professionals announcing his death or Jack begging him to wake up.

Jack sighed, the dark hospital room his only witness as Mac kept his eyes resolutely closed. He was exhausted, and terrified, his body trembling slightly from the nervous energy coursing through it. Since Mac stumbled - since Mac fell, limp and bleeding into his arms, the world felt like it was trying to drown him. The air was too thick, the spaces too crowded, and there was still blood under his fingernails he was sure of it but he couldn't get it out-

Jack bit his lips hard, hoping they wouldn't break this time. Riley would be sad.

He kept Mac's hand under his own, revelling in its warmth and the occasional twitches that told him his partner was alive - it was nothing short of a miracle, even if Mac would argue otherwise.

"J'ck."

The hoarse whisper startled Jack so bad he nearly screamed, until he met the two most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen, aware and focused on him in a way they hadn't been since a bullet made its way to Mac's gut. Jack laughed, pressing the call button as he got up, hovering above Mac and barely holding himself back from hugging him to death.

"See?" Mac mumbled, "I woke up."

"Yeah," Jack breathed out, feeling like his heart might burst from relief, "thank you, Mac."

Thank you for waking up, because I wouldn't have been able to carry on without you, he didn't say, but somehow, he felt like Mac understood all the same.

[nctmaginesmut]

Silk Robe (Johnny!!!)

My fav anons requested:

 - Hiiiii! Could you possibly do a Johnny smut??? Like idc what it's about as long as he is dominant af because have you met him? Tysm in advance!  - Can you please make one for johnny.  - Could you please do a Johnny smut but something that has to do with Trey Songz- Love Faces lol please and thank you

- Can we get some lovely Johnny smut to celebrate his debut?^^

author: ADMIN NI, MAN

genre: smut

word count: 1,953

a/n: HIIIIIIIIII. It’s been forever, guys... Thank you guys for requesting so much of my bias, my baby, my Johnny... there’s still so much more I get to do for him!!! I hope y’all like it(;;;;;;;;;;;; seriously love you all so much, you request such good stuff.  btw I didn't proof read so there is bound to be some errors

The loud music dances pounds through your skull -- feeling it mixing and boiling with the alcohol like the blood pulsing through your veins. Your body twists and twirls, hitting every beat that goes around. The colorful lights fill your blurry vision. Feeling -  dancing against - the sweaty bodies around you, each moving to their own demise. The air is hot and heavy with the comforting stench of alcohol. A guy comes onto you, his hands slide up your sides, a little too far behind than you prefer. You giggle and wave your finger to say ‘no,’ but he laughs himself and pulls your body closer to his own, grinding slowly against you. You begin to protest, slurring for him to please, stop.   

 Deep in the dancing crowd, music too loud for someone to hear you. A strong hand is then wrapped on your wrist, feel yourself being pulled out of the groapers arms. Short spin later, your arms are resting over a man's shoulders, wrapping them around, your fingers land in his soft hair that has a familiar scent that instantly puts you at ease. He prys your arms off of him and pulls you off the dance floor; you don’t protest though, too dazed to understand what’s happening. Your bare feet slap the floor as tears begin to slip out of your eyes. You’re sat in the first empty seat found, and he crouches down in front you to your eye level.

  “What the hell are you doing here, y/n? Do you know how worried i’ve been??” he practically screams over the blaring, bass filled music.

Knowing that Johnny’s upset with you still makes you cry harder, not even from the high amount of alcohol that is in your system. He looks at your tear streaked face and sighs; a good, deep, throaty sigh. The ones that send surges through your body in other scenarios. Johnny pulls the long sleeve of his black shirt over his fingers, lifts your head by your chin, and wipes your tears away before planting a kiss where they once were.

“I want to go home…” you mumble out. To your surprise, he heard you and picked you up, bridal style, carrying you out of the club. His warm body and infatuating scent cause all of your senses to becomes more fucked up than all the alcohol in the world could ever do. As soon as Johnny steps outside, you still in his arms, the cold air attacks you both. You curl deeper into him, wearing his body heat like a gown. You doze off as he walks, and fade in and out of sleep for the next little while.

Feeling fingers in your hair, you open your eyes very slightly, looking up to see whose fingers they are. You’re lying in the back of a taxi, your head resting on Johnny’s lap, his fingers comb through your hair as he looks out at the passing streets. A small smile comes to your lips, but quickly falls as you fall back asleep once more.

A bright light shines through your eyelids, slowly waking you up. Opening your eyes, they’re shocked close again with the surprise of the sun light. Groaning, you try to block the light out with pillows, trying to fall back asleep. The thought of work jerked you wide awake and springing you up onto your hands and knees. You begin the search for your phone, throwing pillows and pushing off blankets, but see your charging phone on the nightstand under a sticky note. You pull off the green note and read it through your squinting eyes. “Hope you slept well, babygirl. You don’t have work today, so don’t worry. I made food for you before I left for work and put it in the fridge. Love you, Johnny.” 

You smile at his sincerity and attentiveness. Your stomach growls loudly at the thought of food and get up to go get it. A bottle of aspirin and a clean glass wait for you on the counter. Pouring orange juice into the glass and taking two pills, you can’t help but feel grateful to Johnny. He’s always there for you for anything. 

“I should… do something for him…” you say aloud and smirk. After eating and taking a refreshing shower, you get in your car and head out. Checking the time, 2:07; perfect, you think. Johnny doesn’t get off work until 7, won’t be home until 8. You head to the grocery store, getting all the thing needed to make Johnny’s favorite dish.

After two hours of cooking this complicated meal, you begin to wonder why you didn’t just make something else, something easier. The sticky note comes into mind and your motivation level is refueled. Dinner is finally ready, the clock reading 6:40. Heading into yours and Johnny’s bedroom, you turn on some music to kinda get you deeper into the mood, change into a short, pink silk robe with light blue lace suspender belt and matching bra/underwear pair on underneath. 

You climb up onto the tall bed as yours and Johnnys song comes on -- Love Faces by Trey Songz. Sitting up on your knees, your hips move around provocatively to the chorus, hands sliding down your silky sides. Waving your butt in the air as you’re bent over, slowly smooth the wrinkles in the sheets out. Hands suddenly grip your hips, making you grab a pillow and throw it behind you at whomever grabbed you, only to see that you had just thrown a pillow at a laughing Johnny. 

“What’s this, hun?” he draws out while tugging on the waist strap on your robe. Pouting, you tie your robe closed and whip your face the other way. “Why didn’t you call me and tell me you were coming home early? Now look what you’ve done, you’ve ruined my plans!” You spit out, hoping he doesn’t take offense.

His hands slowly slide their way over the outsides of your thighs from behind. His breath hot on your bare throat, a small smile forms over your pouty lips. “Don’t be upset with me…” his husky voice against your skin gives you goosebumps. One of his hands slip over your inner thigh, tracing circles, the other pulling your head back to kiss him with his hand firm against your jaw. Your kisses slow at first, but rapidly speed up and turn sloppy. Soft moans of satisfaction come from his throat -- you gasp for breath as he takes every breath you take. He pushes your panting, swollen lips off his, and huffs out:

“You mean to tell me, this isn’t what you planned for? Babygirl, you know me too well…”  

Hushed laughter fills your mouth at that, to which you lay down. Johnny hovers you, bent knees on both sides of you, your arms pinned under your back. His soft hands run all over your body, his hands applying constant pressure, as though he couldn’t get close enough to you. He sticks his thumb in your mouth, which you suck on, running your tongue up and down like it was his hard sex, doing so while keeping strong eye contact with him. Seeing the corners of his stunning lips curl up in amusement of you sends a pulse through your body; anxious of what’s to come, which is going to be you.

Taking his saliva-wet thumb, he runs it along your collarbone, giving your steaming skin some cold moisture. In a standing straddling position over your hips, he unties your robe and pulls it off of you, anxious to see your flawlessly lingerie dressed body. His breath get caught in his throat as his eyes scan your body, taking in every little detail.

Laying over you once more, his mouth takes to your neck, his fingers to your clit. His tongue flipping over the side of you neck, his fingers teasing your clit; circling fast, then slowing down as your back starts arching, and fast again. You pull your hands out from under you and wrap them around johnny’s neck, but he pull off you as soon as he feels your fingers applying pressure to his nape.

“I didn’t say you could pull your arms out, did i?” Johnny scolds you, lightly slapping your thigh. 

“I’m sorry… Let me make it up to you… let me make it all up to you...” You look up at him, giving him your irresistible puppy dog eyes and biting your lip. He smirks and gets off of you, moving to the edge of the tall bed. You jump off the bed, still in your lingerie and step onto the bench at the foot of the bed, kneeling in front of a bulging johnny. He takes his shirt off, revealing his toned body while your hands slide up his jeans from his knees and slip onto the zipper, rubbing your hands over his stiff tent before you unzip his pants and slide them down, then down his underwear fall -- you take your bra off, intensifying the moment.

Your small hands only make his rock hard dick look even bigger. Kissing the head, you put your lips around him, applying the tiniest bit of pressure. Sliding down, and back up just as slow. Your tongue slips over his cock in your mouth, your secret weapon that gets him going wild every time. His hands move out backwards and hi head falls back. His breaths getting quicker as your mouth moves faster.  

“Fuck, r/n…” You can barely hear this over his panting. Finally he leans over to you, pulling your lips to his, back to the sloppy kisses you both adore so much. You step up and sit on him, your legs wrapped around his torso, your sexes touching, causing friction between the both of you, still kissing ferociously. He picks you up effortlessly and lays you on your back over the edge of the bed, so he’s in a standing kneeling position on the bench now. After practically ripping your underwear off, his fingers run over your sex, feeling you ooze. He wastes no time throwing himself into you. The lack of subtlety causes you to yell -- your hands clenching the bed comforter. You both throb against each other, your cum coaxing his dick as he rams in into you, showing no mercy whatsoever. You reach down to rub your clit, but he slaps your hands away and does it himself.

 He teases you, slowing his finger as his cock speeds up -- quickening his finger as he speeds up his ramming. Your time has come, you climax, but Johnny doesn’t stop. You scream - you yell Johnnys name, but it only makes his fingers flick your clit faster - only makes him enter you faster than before- harder than before. Toes curled, knees weak, you nearly rip the bed sheets from pulling on them so hard. Your body spasms from the overstimulation, your eyes watering, unable to open them and look at the beautifully sweaty man that’s ruining you. Then it suddenly stops; Johnny pulls out of you and pulls you by the wrist to sit up. Springing to your knees, you kneel under Johnnys strong, pulsating cock. You grab it from him, your hand slides up and down so fast it’s almost a blur. He lets out a cry and bends over as he releases all over your bare breasts. After he’s all emptied out, he pulls you up and kisses you. Not sloppy kisses, but not soft kisses either; passionate kisses.

 Taking your hand, he leads the both of you into your guys’ large shower where you wash all of the excitement off, the feeling of complete satisfaction remains.

[littlepuffy4ever]

Puffy, it’s me Thunder, screaming at the fact I drew beta troll boys’ busts (and that Tavros looks sooo cute). Homestuck is such an interesting game/comic. And Gamzee’s one of my favs, even though he was driven crazy in the end…which is really sad. Sollux is cool computer whiz kid, Eridan is nerd fishy, Equius is buffhorse baby, Karkat is raging angsty teen and Tavros is innocent cheeky bull baby. Gamzee…I’m just gonna settle for badass-clown child.

The eye drawings I did at the side for them was for deciding on their Nightmare appearances, in which their right eye is when normal and not agitated, while left eye shows what they look like only at the eye as full-blown Nightmares. It’s for comparison purposes.

Gamzee’s the strongest of them boys in Nightmare AU, followed by Equius, Karkat, Sollux, Eridan and Tavros.

Karkat’s eye design was made to sort of represent the fact that he is a mutant-blood of his species, having blood tears at his eyes. Something that nearly resembles his weapons (his sickles) are at the corner of his eye. Equius’ eye design was solely to represent him being rather direct and more or less streamlined, hence a more streamlined design for his eye decoration. Both Karkat and Equius are on the same level, both being Grabbens (which I have forgotten to introduce to you… I’m gonna let you see one soon). Sollux’s eye design is just a minimalist approach. His psionics’ powers will be sparking a lot, and you might see some of the skin around his eye glowing in the same fashion, as if he has lightning streaks around the bottom of his eye in the color of his eye. (Hope u get what II mean) (Also, he is the same type as the DS of Nightmarionne that I showed u with DS of Nightmare) Eridan’s eye design is to show his often dramatic, show-off personality (in terms that he still recognises himself as above landdwwellers) that his type of Nightmare is known to exhibit. (look at my DS of Nightmare for example, who still is a show-off in that he always tells everyone that he doesn’t actually have a gender, he just happens to look like a boy) Tavros’ eye design was because of the fact I was inspired by the weapon he carried, so it’s more solid and shapely than the rest. The Tavros in this AU is slightly more confident, and loathes Vriska a lot. His eye design is suppose to be intimidating (just not sure what I can do to make it better). He is a Doll type Nightmare, like my DS of Nightmare Chica. Gamzee’s overall face look (face paint and eyes) is just suppose to look more scary, adding in a crescent moon and crescent moon details in the face paint to make it look sharper. The mouth face paint is extended to avoid the split, stitched-up part of the mouth, giving him a wider “smile”. Gamzee becomes a Slinker type Nightmare, like Slenderman. His tentacles will be purple ribbons of different shades, inspired by the ribbons on the back of his fake god tier costume.

Gosh that was a lot. Thanks for taking the time to read this if you did. *honk* :o) SEE YA 2ometiime 2oon. The2e typiing quiirks are vvery FUN tO mEsS wItH hEE hEE.

~Thunder

--- Aww that's very cool