#thank you pinterest for showing me this panel

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ok fine. i’ll read dandadan.

[pernesophe]

"Flufftober" Hybrid Halloween

(Minors, Ageless and Blank Blogs DNI)

Master List (I have no rights to these characters, the works they come from, or the art/screenshots/manga panels used in this post. Screenshots taken from pinterest, so if you know the creator please lmk!)

Synopsis: A lab accident led to a mutation occurring in Japan 150 years ago that created hybrids. Reader moved to Japan to make it as a cosplayer, and is still somewhat unaware of their existence. At her best friend's Halloween party she meets a guy dressed as a cat and immediately thinks he's a cosplayer. Except he is not a cosplayer. (13,185 wc)

(This is not my usual "genre", pretty cheesy in some parts and only somewhat edited, so forgive me in advance).

TW: All characters are 21+. I deemed this "flufftober" because it's more accurate, but there is some smut: cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal penetration, biting / marking, slight dacryphilia if you squint? Idk lmk if I missed anything. Also some angst. MDNI

Song: Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter (I just enjoyed listening to this while editing etc)

Sakura's Scent is based on Incarnate by Scout Dixon West Black Iris by Amouage*

Reader's Scent is based on Coven by Andrea Maack

{I wrote this after 100% being inspired by @candycandy00 Suo x reader x Sakura hybrid au fic, so if you enjoyed this at all please go check it out and show it some love! Also! I read @hayatoseyepatch Hybrid / Breeding fic while writing this, which I loved and highly recommend if you enjoy this one!}

October had cooled off earlier than you expected, so it was a tad brisk as you made your way to the Halloween party at your friend’s house. Your costume consisted of a black, leather band around your waist that came down to the hips with an ankle length, black cotton skirt stitched just above the hem of the leather. A roughened, black leather string laced down the center starting at hip height that hooked around small brass hooks all the way up to the waist were tied in a neat bow. At about mid-calf height on the skirt were brass rings stitched into the fabric. 

The top of the costume included a black cotton corset cut straight across your bosom with a ‘V’ shaped dip in the valley of your breasts. The sides of the corset rose up around your ribs but came lower over the leather of your skirt to lay over your stomach and lower back. Wide straps slung over your shoulders, and poofy burnt orange off the shoulders sleeves that cinched at your elbow and wrist spilled from under the straps of the corset. A fluttery piece of orange fabric extended from the cinch at your wrist to lay over your hands and accentuate your sharp, black nails. 

Over the corset itself, you wore a black leather harness with thin straps that laid over top the wide cotton ones that had a brass buckle in the shape of a victorian woman’s hand to secure it around your waist. Four small brass clips were stitched onto the base of the corset at the front where you were able to clip the rings of the skirt to vary the length. One piece of dark cotton hung about your knees in front of where your thighs parted, with the pieces to either side clipped up so your plush thighs and thick orange thigh high socks were on full display. The skirt was left to hang low in the back so the hem was only an inch higher than the ground thanks to your shiny, chunky-heeled Mary Janes. Finally, atop your head sat a black, pointy hat with a wide brim that the wind was threatening to blow away.

Though you felt being a witch was a little generic, your friend insisted that you always go all out since you were a really talented cosplayer. So, you clutched your black pointed witch’s hat as the wind whipped you in the face while you half walked, half jogged to the two story row house. Though it wasn’t in view yet, you could hear the heavy bass half a block away.

As you made your way up the stone walk, some party goers were already wasted and clinging to each other in the front yard. Rather than get caught up in their drunk cooing, you ushered yourself inside and closed the old wooden door with a shiver as you kicked yourself for not including a cloak in your costume.

“Y/N!!” Hana, your friend who hosted the party, cried drunkenly from the kitchen as she waved you over. Grinning wide, you walked straight into the inebriated embrace with a giggle.

“Is it worth trying to catch up at this point?” You teased her lovingly as she guffawed and shoved a local cider in your hand. 

“And here I got your favorite!” She pointed with all the air of saying ‘j’accuse!’ to which you tittered and opened the cider before trailing behind her as she introduced you to some new faces. Hana recently started attending the sister university of Furin U, so unsurprisingly you saw several black and green jacketed men milling about. The two of you went to find a game of beer pong and socialized with different party goers between the rounds.

Eventually, Hana paired off with a rather attractive young man in a black and green coat with short blonde hair, puppy dog eyes and a pair of dog ears as his costume. Silently you cheered for her win, and then made your way to the back porch for some air. You expected a few smokers out back, but it was eerily empty except for one guy in a Furin coat with two toned hair dressed as a cat. The realistic ears and tail immediately drew your eye, and you half hoped he was as into cosplay as you. With the liquid courage of your cider, you called over to him.

“Hi!” you offered kindly from the door, he turned and stared at you in shock for a moment - face turning beet red. “Is it alright if I hang out here for a bit?” You asked cautiously, and he just nodded silently before facing forward again.

“What’re you doing out here all by your lonesome handsome?” You inquired while clasping your hands behind your back and arching your brow at him. Without him turning around, you could already see the red creeping up the back of his neck. “Not waiting for your girlfriend I hope?” You added teasingly as you took a slight step closer.

“N-no! I don’t have a girlfriend,” he whipped around to face you before biting out the words. A carmine hue dusting his cheeks as you giggled softly at his reaction.

“Okay, good!” Chirping happily as you came to stand next to him, and immediately he turned his face away from you again. “I’m Y/N L/N - Hana’s best friend. What’s your name?” You asked welcomingly, and again his cheeks began to burn but eventually he spoke.

“Sakura Haruka,” he muttered quietly, still refusing to look your way.

“Well, Sakura Haruka, I wish I had known you were coming - we could’ve coordinated,” you said jokingly as you gestured between your witch hat and his cat ears. Sakura turned to face you directly with a shocked expression and a blush creeping up to his forehead, and for a moment you almost saw the tips of his cat ears turn red, but you were too focused on his bicolored eyes.

“Oh wow!” You cried out instantly, causing Sakura to jump, but then you faced him with the brightest grin and biggest moon eyes he’d ever seen. “Are you wearing contacts?” You followed up enthusiastically.

“No.” He stated curtly as his face pulled into a scowl, but you barely noticed his change in demeanor. Sakura could feel his tail puffing out as his confusion deepened as to why you were gushing over all the parts of him that people usually disdained in a cat hybrid.

 “Seriously?!” You gasped out as you leaned in to be nose to nose with him - the scent of balsamic vanilla invaded your senses - but before Sakura could snap, you added, “You might have the coolest eyes I’ve ever seen!” Sakura’s hair stood on end, and his tail swished cautiously as he glowed bright red.

“Why are you so weird?!” He snapped suddenly as his breathing turned uneven, wide bicolored eyes searched your face for hidden intentions. Notes of creamy, smoked amber enveloped him and produced a reminiscent image of aging barrels from the rickhouse he worked in a few summers ago. He had to shake off the memory as a foreign, yet warm and fluttery feeling took over his stomach.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” You apologized and quickly took a step back, finally noticing that you stepped right into his personal space. “I didn’t realize I was making you uncomfortable… this is just how I am when I’m excited to meet someone, or get to know them. I’m a little tipsy, but I should’ve noticed I’d gotten so close. I’m really sorry…” You explained awkwardly, terrified that you ruined this interaction. Sakura just stared at you flabbergasted for a moment while his ears twitched and his tail flicked haughtily. A pregnant pause passed before he averted his gaze to the grass below the railing as he shoved his fists in his pockets.

“It’s fine, sorry, I’m just not used to strangers being like you,” he muttered quietly. Still you stood there awkwardly for a moment before he met your gaze. “I don’t dye my hair either,” he offered in a grumble as he waved a hand at his two toned locks. All at once your jovial demeanor returned tenfold as your hand flew over your mouth.

“That’s amazing!” You cried, and Sakura could feel his palms start to sweat as your moon eyes studied his tresses. “I’ve never known anyone who can get hair that white without some serious toner - I love that your ears match too! It really brings together your whole look,” you said quickly before your gaze returned to his wide eyes. 

“Th-thank you,” he offered meekly, and then his eyes drifted from the tip of your witch hat down to your Mary Jane clad feet before meeting your gaze again. “I like your costume too. You obviously put a lot of work into it,” he said awkwardly while his ears twitched and his tail flicked.

You beamed at him before telling him about your costume and what pieces you bought and which pieces you made. Throughout your explanation, you babbled about Sakura’s appearance, how cool he looked, and the specific pieces of his look that you liked. Sakura blinked rapidly as you spoke, but didn’t interrupt you since being a cat hybrid usually meant being met with disdain. But it seemed like you couldn’t run out of good things to say about him, and as you went on he could feel himself drawing closer to you and catching hints of smoky peppered pine. Suddenly, you felt something soft brush against your calf, and you half jumped before peering down to see the tip of Sakura’s tail brushing your leg involuntarily. 

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to,” he rushed to say while stepping back - fully expecting you to freak out on him. But then you reached down and gently grabbed his tail, causing him to tense completely as he fought back the reflex to pounce on you. Then you looked at him, mouth agape and eyes stretched wide in wonder.

“Your tail is so soft!” You mused excitedly as his tail twitched wildly in your palm. Suddenly, you brought it up to your face and brushed it along your cheek experimentally as it flicked causing you to giggle softly. Old fashioned sugar and rich leather tickled your nose and spurred you to inhale the intoxicating fragrance. 

Sakura felt your breath puff into his fur as traces of wood fire smoke, fresh mint and ivy invaded his senses while his pulse thrummed in his throat as he stared at your awestruck expression. Never had anyone reacted to, or touched him like this before. He wasn’t sure why, maybe due to his own liquid courage, but he suddenly felt a surge of confidence while he desperately hoped he hadn’t been misreading your signals.

Stepping forward, eyes cutting to his tail still in your gentle grasp before meeting your gaze heatedly causing a fire to ignite in your lower belly. Grabbing your hips, he pinned you against the railing as you let out a quiet squeak, and then closed the distance before crashing his lips into yours. Completely stunned, you stood stiller than a statue with his tail flicking wildly against your cheek and his mouth moving hungrily against yours. 

Releasing his tail you wrapped your arms around his neck as he snaked his arms around your waist, his tail dropped only to twitch and curl around your ankle. Nipping at his lips desperately elicited a groan from Sakura before he slid his tongue past your lips dominantly. His wet muscle cascaded against yours, bringing with it the flavor of rich, spiced musk. As air became scarce, he parted from the kiss and regarded your flushed skin, heaving bosom and swollen lips. Along with the smoky scent before was a sweet, headier scent that made his mouth water. 

“Wanna go back to my place? I live around the corner.” He offered between pants as his tail flicked uncontrollably against your calf and higher up under your skirt. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip as you estatically bobbed your head, because not only is this very attractive guy potentially gonna nerd out with you about cosplay - you might actually get lucky on top of it!

“Absolutely!” You chirped giddily, and Sakura turned three shades redder before grabbing your hand tightly and leading you down the back steps to the alleyway that let out onto the street. It was only around the corner, so it was a short walk.

Though you didn’t notice, Sakura eyed you as the two of you approached the small abode set farther back from the street in the center of splattering bushes growing close to the walls. The walkway up to the porch was broken and with pieces of cement sticking up, which caught the toe of your shoe and sent you falling face first towards the ground. Slamming your eyes shut as your arms came out in front of you, but instead of cement you felt two strong hands grab your arm and waist before pulling you upright again. Sakura released you after you were righted on your feet, and went to apologize for the shabbiness of his home, but you turned to face him with a wonderstruck expression.

“Oh my god you’re so fast!” Exclaiming in awe before you smiled up at him, “thank you for catching me.” You murmured with a grateful nod. Sakura’s cheeks reddened again before he awkwardly gestured for you to come inside. Once through the door you expected some fandom memorabilia, a cosplay workshop - something - but it was eerily empty. Sakura watched apprehensively as you peered around his home, expecting you to pass some form of judgment, but you just looked back at him inquisitively.

“Do you work somewhere else?” You asked curiously, and he cocked his head in response.

“Uh, yeah. I don’t work from home…” he said slowly which only made your eyes light up more. He must have an extensive collection to need to work on them outside the home, and then you wondered if he works on costumes professionally. But you decided to ask about that at a later date. On to the main event! You thought to yourself with a shrug as you faced him purposefully.

“So,” you began while looking up at him through your thick lashes expectantly, “where’s your bedroom?” You punctuated the question with a sharp arch of your brow. Sakura gulped before taking your hand and dragging you to the room in the back.

The moment the two of you were in his room, you grabbed him by the collar, slotting your lips with his, as you walked him back into his bed and pushed him down on the bedspread. You giggled as he bounced slightly, tail swishing playfully to your left, as you climbed on top to straddle his hips. His hands drifted under your skirt and over your thighs where he squeezed the plush fat appreciatively.

Bending over him, you pressed open mouthed kisses along his neck towards the collar of his shirt as you maneuvered both hands under the hem to ghost your fingertips over the hard planes of his abdomen and chest. He released a hissing breath that sounded more feline than you expected, but you barely noticed as you leaned back and tugged at his shirt expectantly. Wordlessly, Sakura leaned up and pulled his shirt over his head. Even though you were excited to see the rest of him, you were also a little sad to see his costume come off.

But as his shirt hit the wall on the other side of the room and he looked back up at you with blown pupils and twitching ears, you cocked your head to the side in question.

“Okay I have to ask,” you blurted out, causing Sakura to blink up at you in confusion, but he nodded for you to continue anyway. “How did you get your ears and tail to move like that? It’s so natural!” You said in an astonished tone with a slight shake of your head. He just stared at you for a moment, ears twitching and tail swishing sporadically.

“They’re my ears and tail,” he said with an equally confused cock of his head. 

“Well, yeah but I’m asking how they work?” You clarified with a small huff, and the crease in his brow only deepened.

“They work how ears and tails work,” he said with an annoyed huff of his own, as his face turned impossibly red. Releasing a thoughtful hum, you tilted your head this way and that to peer over his twitching ears. Then, without much thought, you reached forward and gingerly stroked his white ear. Sakura tensed completely under you, but then a soft… purring rumbled from his chest as his eyes fell shut peacefully.

“Oh my god you can purr too? I’m so jealous!” You said with a small pout as you continued to stroke his ear. “But I still don’t get it, so did you base the mechanics on real cat ears and tails? Are they battery powered, or?” You asked while still absentmindedly stroking the tip of his ear. Suddenly he grabbed your wrist firmly, but not enough to hurt you, causing you to jump slightly as you peered down at his grave expression.

“Neither. I’m a hybrid,” Sakura threw the information at you abruptly. Unfortunately it wasn’t the first Halloween that some ditsy girl followed him to his bed because of his ‘costume’, and both of them were too oblivious to realize. The last girl ran away screaming, so he expected much the same from you.

“A what?” You asked with a small chuckle, completely clueless as to what he meant.

“A. Cat. Hybrid. Do you seriously not know what that is?” He asked, incredulous. When you slowly shook your head, he pulled out his phone to show you an advert that you recognized hanging up in the airport when you first moved here. 

The advert was pink and blue with people who had cat ears and tails plastered in the margins. It was a simple PSA about how a mutation occurred from a lab accident about 150 years ago that created animal hybrids, and how Japan led the way to introduce them as citizens in our society. This specific PSA was about cat hybrids, though you remember a similar style being used for dog and bear hybrids as well. Where you came from there were no hybrids, and Japan had a lot of fun kitschy things (like people wearing animal ears and tails), so you weren’t sure they were even real. Until now.

As your eyes poured over the screen, you still not moving from Sakura’s lap, his hands remained awkwardly glued to your thighs while he watched your expression closely. When you looked back down at him and handed him his phone, he pulled both hands off your thighs and didn’t put them back. He just stared up at you apprehensively, waiting. Of course you noticed his change in demeanor and started feeling hot and prickly from his intense gaze.

“Um, well…” you started quietly as you slowly clasped your hands over the black cotton skirt pooled on his abdomen. His eyes flicked to where your arms pushed yours breasts together in the corset as he gulped thickly before his gaze returned to your face. 

“Do you still want to…?” You asked timidly, and Sakura just blinked at you as he sat up suddenly - almost sending you falling off the bed if he didn’t catch you around the waist, your hands grasped his shoulders securely.

“Do you?” He asked, surprised more than anything as his ears twitched and tail flicked curiously.

“Well, yeah. I mean don’t get me wrong, I feel like an utter imbecile,” you laughed out loud at yourself and Sakura was stunned silent at how breathtaking you looked. Especially when you met his gaze again with the moonlight reflected in your eyes.  “But that’s not really your fault, so if you still want to…” you posed expectantly.

The next thing you knew you were laid out flat on your back, the air knocked out of your lungs, with Sakura positioned above on his hands and knees - your thighs still straddling his waist. Anamalic cocoa and resinous caramel invaded your senses as the moonlight shone on his ears twitching excitedly and his tail swishing behind him haughtily. From here, he looked very much like a tiger who just pinned its prey. 

Bending forward, he captured your lips with his as he deftly unhooked your skirt from your corset, and then untied the lacing at the front of your skirt. His tail curled around your calf as he moved his hands under your back to unzip the corset after undoing the harness. Honestly, you were pretty amazed since it was a hidden zipper and your hair covered it all night. How did he even see it?

When he leaned back you noticed that his pupils had become thin slits while he smoothly peeled your top off first, and then your skirt. Bicolored, feline eyes drifted from your flushed face over your bare chest, down to your black lace panties and thigh high socks. Purposefully he wrapped his hands over the tops of each of your thighs and squeezed your legs appreciatively as he rolled the socks to your ankles before pulling them off. 

Without meeting your eyes, he slipped his hands under each of your thighs and yanked you down the bed so your core was flush with his bulge. Only when a gasp tumbled past your lips did his eyes flick back to meet yours, and then a predacious smirk turned the corner of his mouth before he bent down to slot his lips between yours.

Peppering kisses over your jaw to your pulse point where he nipped gently, and then pressed open mouth kisses down your neck to your collarbone. Woody amber swirled with marine musk and mixed with the heat radiating from his skin to your gooseflesh below. Keening your head back into the pillows, you mewled delightfully when his soft lips trailed over the tops of your breasts to your pert nipple. Sliding one hand under your shoulder blade, he held you tightly against his mouth as he sucked and lightly nipped at your nipple. Balsamic vanilla spilled across his tongue, quickly followed by damp, spiced pine. His other hand snaked over your ribs to squeeze the pleasantly plush fat of your breast and pinch lightly on your other nipple. 

When you started grinding against him desperately, Sakura released an amused breath that fanned over your already sensitive skin before pressing light kisses and bites down to the band of your panties. His hands ghosted down your torso to the top of your waistband, where he gently caressed the sensitive skin causing you to fist your hands into the sheets. Then, he dipped the tops of his fingers into the band before shooting you a pleading look - his ears twitched with excitement and his tail swished with anticipation.

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you nodded silently at him with a begging gleam in your eyes as he oh so slowly peeled the black, lacy garment down your legs. The second his bicolored irises landed on your glistening folds his tail puffed out and stood straight up behind him. Stooping lower, bringing his lips just inches away from yours, he inhaled deeply and was immediately submerged in your buttery, camphoraceous musk. Then he exhaled a deep, low groan that fanned air over your core sending shivers through your torso and down your limbs.

Pinning you with a hungry look as he leaned forward, licking a slow stripe up through your folds to your sensitive bundle of nerves. A stilted whimper caught in your throat from the sheer intensity of his gaze as he swirled the tip of his tongue around your clit. Pulling back slightly, his slit pupils dipped down to your sopping cunt before he dove back down and slid his tongue through your entrance. 

Sweetened, musky earth preceded a resinous camphor that transported him to an evergreen forest with a damp earthen floor, mossy roots and lichen-covered bark. His eyes rolled back while he groaned desperately into you as his tongue plunged in and out of your fluttering core as more of your arousal gushed over his taste buds. You could feel his ears twitching delightedly against your inner thighs as they shook in return. 

Suddenly, you emitted an obscene gasp as Sakura’s wet muscle was replaced by a lithe digit sliding through that ring of muscle to nestle in your velvety walls. He wasted no time latching his mouth around your clit as he pumped his finger in and out at a moderate pace.

“Sa-Sakura, th-that was sne-sneaky!” You stuttered out between labored breaths as tears collected in the corners of your eyes. It had been so long since you’d been with someone, and it felt like he already knew where to touch that would have you seeing God. A low chuckle escaped him as those breathtaking bicolored eyes cut up to meet yours over your heaving breasts.

“Sorry,” he breathed over you before placing a chaste kiss against your clit. “I’m gonna put a second finger in now, okay?” He asked in a low timbre, but you could see the teasing glint reflected in his irises as well as the haughty flick of his ears and tail. Wordlessly, you nodded as he was already positioning his second digit at your entrance.

A sharp cry was torn from your throat as he pushed both fingers in and immediately resumed his previous pace while stretching you out - his mouth was back on your clit not even a second later. Lewd squelching filled the small room, accompanied by your breathy moans and Sakura’s occasional grunts and groans of pleasure. Just as you felt yourself teetering over the edge, he pulled back completely - leaving you shivering under the lack of warmth.

“Wha-” you sat up and stared at him in shock as you began to ask why he stopped, but then you got too distracted by the sight of him. Greedily, you drank in the hard planes of his shoulders, chest and abdomen that lead down to his pelvis. 

“I’m gonna cum soon,” Sakura explained as you watched him undo his trousers and slide them off as well. Leaving him in nothing but a pair of black compression boxers. “And I’d really like to feel you at least.” He explained his reason, but at this point you couldn’t care as your eyes drank in all that was him.

“I-it’s fine, um,” murmuring softly as your eyes focused on his sizable bulge before drifting back up to his half-lidded gaze. “Can I… taste you?” You asked cautiously, to which Sakura turned a furious shade of red.

“Absolutely not,” he snapped and you immediately stifled a laugh at his obvious embarrassment. “I wanna feel you before I cum.” He spoke purposefully as his eyes cut down between your legs and then shot back to yours. 

“Then let me be on top at least,” you urged as you sat up to be nose to nose with him. Sakura’s face flushed as he gulped loudly, but still he gave you a curt nod before laying on his back. A fine dusting of pink clung to his cheeks as he watched you straddle his waist and line his leaking tip up to your entrance. 

As you sank down his length, his ears flattened to the sides of his head slightly as his eyes fell shut. His twitching tail, puffed out, caressed along your calf, ghosting up your thigh to curl around your hip. As he bottomed out, you splayed your hands flat across his chest while you adjusted to his thick cock twitching deep within your gummy walls. Strained breaths passed your lips as you straightened, bringing your hands up to curl around his forearms, and parted your thighs more to take even more of him. Sakura stared in awe as your head hung back, tresses tumbling down your back, while he gripped your hips with bruising strength. 

Finally, once you’d grown accustomed to his size, you snaked your hands up to his and grasped his thumbs lightly before you rose up his length until only his tip was nestled in your folds. Then, you slid back down at an experimentally ardent pace that pulled an animalistic groan from deep within Sakura’s chest. Bicolored irises peered up at you as if you were a threat and prey at the same time while you threw him an innocent smile, and then you tightened your grip on his hands before increasing your pace.

A satisfying plat plat plat bounced off the walls as you rode him with abandon. Sakura’s breathing became uneven, but otherwise he studied you wordlessly as your hair, shining in the moonlight, fluttered around you with each of your movements. Insatiable moans burst from your mouth, interspersed with salacious ah ah ah’s when you managed to hit that spongy spot just right with his tip. 

Still, Sakura could feel your inner thighs trembling against his hips, see your uneven breathing and the sheen of sweat on your forehead. Patiently, he waited for the moment that you sheathed him fully again, eyes shut, wanton mewls filling the room, and then he sat up and grabbed you with such speed you barely had time to yelp. The room spun around you as air whipped past your face, and suddenly you were under him - one arm braced along your lower back while the other forearm was braced above your head. Spiced-sugared leather mingled with musky, peppered caramel like incense smoke hanging in the air around both of you. His thick, hard cock was still pressed snug to that spongy spot that had your vision going blurry, and his nose was brushing yours. Feline eyes triumphantly scanned over their prey.

Then, with a slow, deep thrust you were keening your head back into the pillows and scrambling desperately to grab hold of him. Looping your arms around his back, you immediately dug your nails into his shoulders as his tail curled comfortingly around one of your wrists. Once it seemed you had adjusted to the change in position, Sakura pulled back until his tip was kissing your entrance and then oh so slowly pressed back into your warm, velvety walls. Panting against your throat, he did everything he could to maintain control and an ardent pace. He wanted this to last as long as possible.

But that string deep in your belly was growing more and more taut with each deep thrust until your core was spasming as more of your arousal gushed around him. Your nails were finding purchase in his lithe shoulder for a sense of grounding as he continued his frustratingly slow pace. Just before you clamped down on him, Sakura pulled out rapidly leaving you crying and squirming against the bedding as you clenched around nothing. 

Before you could even accuse him of being cruel, he had maneuvered you onto your hands and knees in front of his mirror at the end of the bed. He kneeled behind you, the white of his two toned hair reflecting moonlight like it were the moon itself, while his ears twitched with concentration and his tail flicked back and forth excitedly. Then, he lined his bulbous tip up to your still gushing entrance before sliding in with one quick thrust. He wasted no time grabbing your hips in a vice grip before immediately starting a brutal pace that had your ass jiggling against his pelvis each time they smacked together.

In the mirror you could see Sakura’s eyes reflecting in the moonlight and the darkness, so his slate gray eye was clearly visible while his amber eye had a reflective glow that gave him a bestial air. Then, he pressed his palm between your shoulder blades to flatten you to the bed before pulling your legs out straight and straddling your thighs. He laid over top of you, his face next to yours in the mirror as he held you under his animalistic stare. Wrapping his arms around yours, and then his hands around your wrists, he pinned them to the bed in front of you.

When he began thrusting again, you could feel the bed shaking underneath you as the frame clacked against the wall. His strong form rippled and flexed around you as he continued pistoning into you - ripping the lewdest ah ah ah’s from you than you’ve ever produced before. Clawing into the sheets as you begged him to make you cum again, to which he just growled guttural and low in response. Even through your fucked out gaze, you could see he’d become much more tiger than man at this point as his ears laid back against his head, tail swishing wildly behind him, and his expression downright possessive. 

Suddenly, as if to drill the point in further, Sakura brought his lips to the crook of your neck where he bit the sensitive skin, hard, as he emitted a bestial growl. His canines stayed pressed firmly to your skin, hints of iron flooded his tongue as his hot, balsamic breath fanned down your neck and over your collarbones. His breath dampened your heated skin with each brutal thrust until he stilled behind you - hips flush to yours - while your creamy cunt milked him for all he was worth. Hot, white ropes painted the insides of your slick, gummy walls as he finally released your throat and collapsed over top of your, heavy panting still moistening your neck with his hot breaths. Hints of buttery, animalic cedarwood drifted from Sakura’s flushed skin and warred for dominance with the ambery, wood smoke emanating from you before permeating the room completely. 

Eventually, he pulled you back up to the pillows and folded you into his arms before drifting off to sleep. As a dreamy abyss slowly claimed you, Sakura’s tail caressed your hip until finally curling around you for the night.

Morning light crept through the bedroom window and bathed Sakura’s face until he awoke to the spot where you were laying, cold and empty. Instantly he shot straight up, feline eyes scanning the room and ears pricked for any sign of you. Clinking and soft footsteps from the other side of the house alerted him to someone still being there, slowly he crept out of bed, slid into his boxers, and stealthily walked down the hallway to peer into the kitchen.

What he saw was you standing at the counter with your back to him, wearing nothing but your black lace panties and his white t-shirt. Still you hadn’t noticed him as you absentmindedly hummed while pouring coffee grounds into the brewer. Despite the strong smell of freshly ground coffee, Sakura could still smell you over it which silently drew him closer until he was just behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he buried his nose in the crook of your neck. In the exact spot where he marked you last night.

Releasing a startled yelp as you jumped in his secure embrace, but he just tightened his arms around you. Tail swishing against your calf as he inhaled the traces of his scent still emanating from your soft skin. Wordlessly, he turned you around and walked you back to his room - ignoring your protests for coffee along the way as he promised he’d make you some later.

This was probably your first indication that last night wasn’t just a one night stand. Especially after you and Sakura went your separate ways later that day, and yet you ended up running into him all around town. It would have been odd, except for the fact that he was just as surprised as you whenever the two of you would run into each other. Almost chocking it up to a coincidence, but at some point it seemed like he was being drawn to you somehow. Proven by  his pupils that would always be slit-like until they landed on you, where they would dilate with surprised delight. Or the fact that his ears would constantly be twitching - searching - for something until he’d catch sight of you, and then they would subconsciously prick towards you. At first you thought it was cute, but he honestly seemed a little perturbed by it.

After about a month, he started bringing you coffee and a baked bun while he walked you to work - seeming to just relent and lean into whatever was drawing him to you. Eventually you offered him your number and the two of you started having a weekly breakfast or lunch to catch up. The two of you started texting daily, you often sending him photos of the costume you’ve been working on, and him often asking if you’ve taken a break, eaten or drink enough water today. It seemed to make him feel better at least, and lessened the frequency in which the two of you were “running into each other”. Sakura seemed to be able to focus on his life more now that he was pretty consistently up to date on you and your whereabouts. 

Though many of Sakura’s friends seemed to already pick up on what was going on, you still had no idea. About three months in Sakura, Nirei and Suo accompanied Hana to one of your cosplay competitions. Your two toned friend surprised you with a bouquet of Orchids, Snapdragons and Asters for all the hard work you’ve put in. Ambling towards your apartment with the bouquet in hand and your newfound friend at your side, you reflected on the past few months. Only then did you start to consider that maybe that Halloween wasn’t a one night stand. 

When you brought up Sakura and your friendship to your best friend, she immediately asked if the two of you hooked up. Wide eyed, you admitted that yes you did, and she instantly followed up by asking if he bit you. Stunned that she could possibly know that, you just silently nodded at her. She sighed heavily and confessed that Nirei - the guy she’s been talking to since the party - was good friends with Sakura, and mentioned that he was a little freaked out for imprinting on you in the heat of the moment.

Of course you had no idea what that meant and unfortunately her information was limited, so the two of you huddled in a booth together at the cafe while Hana googled everything there is to know about hybrids and imprinting. The very first disclaimer spoke of the difficulties of dating between hybrids and non hybrids because of imprinting. It wasn’t something humans needed to do, while hybrids struggled to have fulfilling relationships without it. Though your concept of it still wasn’t extensive, you seemed to get the gist that it was a way of committing in a hybrid relationship - but in a much more intense way.

Basically, what the article illustrated was that when a hybrid imprints on a non-hybrid and isn’t imprinted back, then they may end up feeling insecure of themselves and extremely overprotective of the person they’ve imprinted on. Often this presents as the hybrid seeming “clingy” is what the article stated in layman's terms (though you really hated that terminology).

After the two of you were finished pouring over the article, about five cups of coffee drank between the both of you, Hana finally asked what you were going to do. Peering into the last dregs of the thick, brown liquid settled in the bottom of your cup, you pursed your lips in thought. After several agonizing moments of silence passed, you finally told her that you honestly weren’t sure how you felt about imprinting him back, but you definitely hated that he was left feeling this way. 

Unfortunately, Hana let your conversation slip to Nirei who mentioned it to his two toned friend, so you suffered radio silence for him for a few weeks. You also didn’t see any sign of his dual toned locks during that time - the walk to your work having grown rather lonely without him. It took about three weeks to pin Sakura down to talk to him about it (and much convincing from his two friends). Finally you just showed up at his house. When he opened the door he looked a little stunned, but you walked right past him without an invitation.

“Wh-what do you think you’re doing?!” He all but shouted at you as you shrugged off your coat and hung it up in the closet by the front door.

“You imprinted on me.” You stated point blank before turning to face him with your arms crossed. He sputtered for a moment as his face grew redder and redder until he clammed up completely and looked to the other side of the room.

“I want to imprint you back, if you’re agreeable to it,” you continued matter of factly. Instantly, he whipped his head back to face you - eyes wide and pupils already thin slits as he regarded you incredulously.

“Do you even know what that means?” He asked coldly, and you nodded firmly in response. He was stuck staring at you for a long, long moment before he spoke again. 

“Why.” He stated more than asked, tail swishing intimidatingly behind him.

“You’ve been feeling insecure and overprotective of me, right?” You inquired with one measured step towards him so you were staring him down. After a beat, he nodded. “And you’ve been feeling that way since Halloween, correct?” You queried, and this time he nodded without hesitation. “And it’s because I haven’t imprinted you back?” You asked simply.

“Y-yes…” he breathed out, completely ashamed. 

“Then I’d like to help you stop feeling that way,” you explained gently, and immediately Sakura huffed out a sigh and all but threw his hands up in the air.

“That’s what I mean! You don’t understand,” he shot at you, ears flat against his head and tail swishing dangerously behind him. “It’s not gonna just stop! I’m never going to stop feeling this way about you, because I fucked up!” He growled, angry more at himself than you at this point. When you tilted your head in confusion, he sighed even deeper and walked past you to flop down on his couch. Slowly you followed him and gingerly sat on the cushion next to him.

“I wasn’t supposed to imprint on you, or anyone,” he admitted in a defeated tone. “It was supposed to be a one night stand, but then I got carried away.” He muttered miserably. Silently you settled into the back of the couch and listened. “Imprinting means that I… I chose you, that I want to be with you… that I depend on you.” He admitted as he slowly rested his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

“If I let you imprint on me, then it just means that you agree to all of those things,” he said as he finally lifted his head to look at you out of the corner of his eye. “You had no idea about any of that, so I can’t just let you imprint on me if you aren’t up to that. It would be worse for my mental state,” he stated.

“But what if I am?” You ask quietly, to which Sakura immediately sat back against the couch and stared down at you in disbelief.

“It’s nowhere near the same, but humans choose their partners too,” you started gingerly and Sakura’s brow creased as he listened intently. “It’s just not so physical… It's a commitment. You choose each other every day despite the fact that everything else in life isn’t really guaranteed - you get to decide to show up for the other person through it all.” You murmured quietly. Sakura just continued to stare at you silently.

“So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that you’ve been showing up for me for months now,” you murmured earnestly, “and I’d like to show up for you if you’d let me.” You offered genuinely. Sakura stared at you in silence for several minutes before breaking the silence. 

“Okay,” he uttered simply, distbelief still clearly etched into his features. That night not many words were shared between the two of you, but you stayed and made dinner. After a quiet meal, you asked if you could stay on the couch - knowing that if you went home now Sakura would insist on walking you. Again he was shocked, but agreed before awkwardly turning in for bed.

Over the next few months you took the time to really get to know Sakura, visited him around Furin, and you took it upon yourself to text him when you were going outside of your routine or wouldn’t be able to contact him. Mostly so he wasn’t a nervous wreck throughout the day. 

Eventually his lease came to an end, and you offered for him to move in with you - a two bedroom apartment on the ground floor. He was apprehensive at first, but took you up on it and ended up getting to know more of his friends from University since they helped him move in. 

Over the next several months you and Sakura became much more comfortable around one another, though you two chose to keep your relationship platonic so as to not complicate things. Still, most days you were reduced to a hot, prickly, blushing mess every time you saw him step out of the bathroom shirtless with water droplets flicking off his twitching ears. Or when you would walk into the kitchen and see his broad back turned to you while making himself a cup of coffee. The morning light from the little kitchen window always illuminated him, and when he’d turn to look at you his one amber eye would be shining like gold.

Despite your difficulties with remaining just roommates, you were able to learn a bit more about Sakura and his struggles in general. It took him a while to open up about just how bad people were to him before he came to Furin, but when he finally did he talked more about how welcoming everyone was to him. He said Furin was home to him, and it’s been difficult to adjust to the ‘real world’ as a cat hybrid since graduating university.

Even after months of listening and learning about him, you didn’t fully understand how terrible life could be as a hybrid until he told you about some of the ones he’s met. It took him a while to touch on the hybrid situation in your home country - something you hadn’t really considered since meeting Sakura. 

Cautiously, he had asked you about how hybrids were received back home, and without missing a beat a notch formed in your brow as you shook your head and said, “I don’t think we have any where I’m from… I’ve never seen them at least.”

Sakura had looked perturbed by your answer, and was careful in the way he explained the reality of the situation. Specifically he told you of a wolf hybrid he met who moved to Japan a few years prior, alone. When Sakura had asked him about family or friends, the hybrid explained that he was the only one who got away. You sat in horrified silence as Sakura regaled the other’s life of running, hiding, and being told time and again that he wasn’t even real. That he shouldn’t exist. Finally, he told you that the hybrid made it to Japan, alone, because his family had been taken by the military for testing. But they made sure he got away.

The apartment was awkwardly quiet and tense after that conversation, and into the next few days. Sakura was thoroughly stressed out thinking that he had scared you away, or made you uncomfortable with the reality of life as a hybrid. Truly though, you were ruminating on what you could do. At heart, you were an office assistant by day and cosplayer by night, so you hadn’t gained much experience in advocating for others.

After several days mulling it over, you finally approached Sakura and asked what he does for work. A little stunned after days of awkward tension, he quietly offered his job history. Mostly physical labor jobs that weren’t public facing, and when you asked if that was by choice, due the extent of his experience, or because those are the options hybrids are offered, he told you it was the latter. 

From there, you decided to start with your own place of work. Come Monday morning, you marched right into your boss’s office and asked if hybrids were allowed to work there. Awkwardly, he said that they don’t discriminate against anyone, but there aren’t many hybrids that have the education, experience or training. Without missing a beat, you asked if a hybrid who was a right fit for the position applied, then would they be given a fair shot. Again, awkwardly, your boss admitted that they would have to…

This conversation led you to creating a small teaching program for hybrids to learn administration skills like filing, computer programs, answering phones, etc. The program also helped them get certifications in their respective fields, and then assisted them to apply for positions where they knew there would be agencies to follow up with if they were discriminated against.

After that, your cosplay position blew up somewhat, which led you to seeking out hybrid cosplayers to collaborate with. You worked with your new allies and old cosplay friends to gain support in speaking up for hybrids trying to make it in the cosplay world. From there, your little group of cosplay-activists started a PSA program that basically spread the word about how limited resources lead to stagnant career options for hybrids. With a bit more traction and money, you and your fellow cosplayers started an advocacy program that has set annual goals to not just maintain hybrid rights, but to expand them as well. 

The point of the program was more so the public could take over pushing for expanded rights, and not just the founders of the program (you and your cosplay friends). From there, you and the other founders worked with the teaching program you originally created to start a college scholarship program for hybrids to try to close the education gap somewhat.

As the months passed since that conversation, Sakura was shocked to see how much change had occurred in real time around him. Truly, he never expected you to be able to go so far, or that you actually cared that much. What he had expected was sympathy or pity, but the more people you talked to and coordinated with, and the harder you all worked led to the job market opening up to hybrids in a lot of ways. Especially proven when Sakura no longer had to work in Rickhouses or assembly lines, but could actually use his education to attain an office position.

Eventually the Hybrid Advocacy Program really took on a life of its own, and allowed you to focus back on cosplay which had become your full time job at this point. Though you had stayed busy, you had of course been able to keep up with Hana over the past year. Which gave her the opportunity to sprinkle into the weekly conversation between the two of you about if or when you would imprint Sakura back.

“Living together is still so new…” you’d hem, “and I want him to feel comfortable, since I’m the first roommate he’s had, so I don’t know…” then you’d hah. “I just don’t wanna complicate things right now.” You would respond with an awkward wave of your hand, or some variation to that effect. 

You and Sakura remained platonic friends so as to not exacerbate the imprinting issue, but at the next Halloween party it finally came to a head. This year Sakura chose to go as himself again, and you decided to branch away from being a witch - though Sakura said you could’ve definitely worn it again - and decided to go as Karen from Mean Girls’. Even though you made Sakura watch the movie, he didn’t quite get it, but Hana thought it would be hilarious. 

Despite being used to wearing skimpy garments for cosplay, you felt a little out of your depth wearing straight up lingerie, knee high white socks, your Mary Janes, and mouse ears. Still, you felt comfortable knowing the guys at the party would mostly be Sakura’s old university friends. Even Sakura, who was usually shy to so much exposed skin, didn’t bat an eye at the thin fabric that barely covered your thighs or your bosom.

The moment the two of you walked into the party, several Furin jackets swarmed Sakura as old faces started hugging and joking with him. Almost immediately one of their girlfriend’s approached and asked what you were and right on cue, you pointed at the ears and said.

“I’m a mouse, duh.” In the ditsiest way you could, to which she burst out laughing.

“Karen?! From Mean Girls?!” She squealed, and both of you fell out laughing at the reference as you bobbed your head. Though you were absolutely oblivious, it was pretty hard for the other Furin alumni not to notice how their friend was entranced by you. Bicolored eyes drank in your wide grin as his ears subtly twitched in tune with your melodic laugh.

The party was shaping up to be quite a blast - you even got Sakura to play a few rounds of beer pong, and of course he was unsurprisingly apt at the game. Much to the chagrin of others. Though eventually he was pulled into a private conversation with some of his old buddies, so you went off to find Hana. As you passed through the kitchen in search of your friend, out of nowhere you were stopped by a rather tall guy with dark brown hair and a cheshire grin.

“Hey, I like your costume,” he said as his eyes raked down the lingerie you donned for your costume, and for the first time since you arrived you felt like you should’ve brought a shawl or something to wrap up in.

“Uh, thanks… I like yours too,” you offered half heartedly as you looked over his bowtie t-shirt and casual jeans. His grin broadened as he took a step closer to you. “Ac-actually, have you seen Hana? The girl who threw the party?” You blurted out as you took a step backwards to maintain distance.

“No I haven’t, but I can help you look for her,” he offered as he took another step towards you.

“N-no that’s okay!” You said with a bright smile, “I’m sure I’ll find her around here somewhere.” Then you turned to go back the way you came, but he stepped in front of you - blocking your escape route.

“By the way, did you come here with anyone?” He asked, completely ignoring your obvious attempt to leave.

“Yes I did,” you said immediately while peering over his shoulder for your two toned companion.

“Oh yeah, the hybrid,” he sneered slightly. “But like, are you here with anyone? A boyfriend? Anyone you’re interested in?” He asked pointedly, stooping down to be closer to your face while awaiting your response. Unbeknownst to you, the word ‘hybrid’ had filtered out of the room, but Sakura ignored it - not wanting to start a fight here. But Hana walked right into the group of alumni and grabbed him by the sleeve before dragging him to the entryway of the kitchen in time to catch your response.

“Yes I am here with someone, and yes I am interested in someone,” you spat back at him - your blood pressure rising from his sheer audacity. The guy's grin faltered slightly before he plastered it back on. Sakura almost stepped between the two of you upon hearing your tone, but Hana held him back while glaring daggers at the back of the guy’s head. Still you hadn’t noticed them.

“Oh really? Who?” He asked, tauntingly this time.

“The Hybrid - Sakura Haruka.” You stated while crossing your arms over your chest, and this time when the guy’s grin faltered he didn’t try to put the grin back on. Instead he took a menacing step towards you - forcing you to step back into the counter.

Before he could move any closer though, a black and white blur flew from the entryway of the kitchen and collided with the brunette man. The next thing you knew, Sakura had the guy’s torso bent over with his face pressed into the tiled island. Blinking rapidly, you looked from where the guy was pinned to the entryway of the kitchen where Hana was still standing, and looked absolutely pissed at the guy currently restrained on her kitchen island. When she did meet your gaze, she flashed you the brightest of smiles.

“No notes!” She called to you as she clapped her hands together. “Sakura, could you be a dear and show him the door?” Hana asked kindly and without missing a beat, Sakura yanked the guy off the island and dragged him through the house to the front door already being held open by Suo. After tossing him through the doorway, Suo swiftly shut the door, and then Sakura returned to the kitchen where you were still standing against the counter, a little stunned. Before you could speak or even apologize for the nature of the conversation, Sakura gave you a pointed look.

“Wanna go home?” He offered quietly, and you nodded gratefully - feeling embarrassed and very exposed at this point. 

Hana threw you a knowing smile as Sakura led you out the backdoor. The two of you walked across the porch where you two first met, past the railing where he first kissed you, and down the wooden steps toward the back alley that led out to the cement sidewalk. The whole way home, his tail curled possessively around your lower back.

Though you didn’t mention it, the two of you had remained staunchly friends since that last Halloween, but the way he was touching you now didn’t feel platonic at all. When the two of you entered the apartment, his tail didn’t leave your waist as he let you hold onto his shoulder while you unstrapped and kicked off your shoes. Like he usually did after your competitions. As soon as you let him go, Sakura turned and raked his eyes over your costume. Heat pooled in your lower belly as his pupils became slit like before meeting yours again.

“I really like your costume this year,” susurrating as he stepped closer to you. Air hitched in your throat as his scent enveloped you, the heat radiated out from him over the short distance to where you stood. “Y’know it’s been years since I’ve played cat and mouse,” he murmured with a serene smile as he gently flicked your mouse ear with his pointer finger. His ears twitched and tail flicked over his shoulder, his expression had become downright predacious. 

Truly, even Sakura a year ago hadn’t been this forward or hungry, but for some reason it quelled your nerves and spiked your heart rate in an exciting way. A slight smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you subtly peered around the apartment - mapping out your route. Sakura’s tail flicked expectantly - his keen eyes already clocking the way you intended to take.

Suddenly, you lurched to the left and Sakura followed your movement, before you spun to the right and dashed by him, shrieking with laughter the whole way. He was right on your heels though, until you made it to the other side of the island in the kitchen where you spun to face him. Sakura was positioned on the opposite side, ears pricked and tail swishing as he watched intently for your next move. 

Crying with laughter, you faked to the left only to stop short and shoot to the right towards the hallway. Sakura followed your fake, only to spin around at a speed you honestly didn’t even realize a hybrid was capable of, and then sprinted after you down the hall. Once you burst through the bedroom door, your options were limited as you moved deeper into the room and then spun to face your “attacker”. But apparently Sakura could be absolutely silent when he wanted to be, because he was already standing right in front of you. 

Before you could make another move, he grabbed you by the waist and tossed you on the bed - you spilling giggles the whole way onto the bouncing bedspread. Not even a second later, Sakura was on top of you with your wrists pinned above your head. Creamy, resinous leather mingled with hints of damp, balsamic smoke permeating the silence with your mixed redolence. Nose to nose now, the two of you were locked in a staring contest as your uneven breaths fanned each other’s ruddy cheeks. 

“Next year you should be a bunny,” he suggested with a smirk. Your brows creased slightly through your giggles, but before you could ask what he meant he reached down and laid a wide, warm palm over your racing heart. 

“Bunny heart,” he taunted softly, feline eyes gleaming down at you. At that, you couldn’t help but throw your head back into the pillows with laughter.

“Can we still play cat and mouse even when I’m a bunny?” You asked with a mischievous grin.

“Absolutely,” whispering as he leaned closer and slotted his lips between yours. It’d been a year since you had last tasted Sakura, and he was just as intoxicating as before. As sharp canines nipped at your bottom lip, eliciting a gasp from you, his tongue slipped between your lips to intertwine with yours. Old fashioned, sugared fruit swirled with buttery, spiced musk before bursting across your taste buds. Soft mewls cascaded from you into Sakura’s mouth, where he drank them down greedily as he pressed his hips in between your thighs while his tail caressed and curled around your ankle.

Parting from the kiss, Sakura inhaled deeply along the column of your neck until his lips hovered above the imprint mark that still showed lightly along the sensitive skin. Warm breath fanned over your neck and collarbone, gooseflesh broke out over your body as his teeth skimmed across the mark lightly, and then he pressed a chaste kiss to the center of it.

Moving down, he continued pressing chaste kisses along your collarbone until his lips were just above your hammering heart.

“Bunny Heart,” he repeated as a pair of bicolored, feline eyes cut up to meet yours before he nipped the top of your breast, and then pressed another chaste kiss above the wildly beating organ. This time you didn’t laugh though as that string deep in your core tightened slightly while a soft whine escaped your trembling lips.

Ever so slowly, he curled his fingers under the straps of your lingerie and pulled it down your arms and torso, as the valley between your breasts was revealed his lips swiftly attached to your sternum. Your lingerie now pooled around your waist as his fingertips ghosted back over your black lace bra and followed the band to the clasp in the back where he deftly unhooked, and then removed the garment. His slit pupils suddenly expanded until his irises were blackened as his gaze roamed over your bare chest, pert nipples and then up to your wide eyes accentuated by the mouse ears still atop your head.

Pulling your lingerie down your body, followed by your black lace panties - leaving you completely nude except for the mouse ears - his eyes shot back up to your face. Sakura had never looked so predator-like before as his pupils had subsided to partial slits, his ears pricked towards any movement or sound you may make, and tail swishing back and forth behind him in anticipation.

“Can you keep the ears on?” He asked in a low tone you’ve never heard him use before. With a small nod of your head, his ears twitched and tail did a triumphant flick before he descended upon your sensitive nipples. Nipping gently, and then taking one nipple completely in his mouth as his eyes rolled back, his palm wrapped around your other breast.

Sweet, earthy amber swirled across his tongue as he groaned delightedly against your chest. Gasping at the sudden sensation, you carded your fingers through his hair and held him close, your fingertips tickled and rubbed at one of his ears causing him to grind pleasingly against your core. Growing impatient, he released your plush mounds to delve lower to your already dripping folds where he grabbed the backs of your thighs and pushed your legs up towards your chest. Protests formed on the tip of your tongue, but then you felt him nuzzle your clit with his nose and inhale deeply eliciting a small squeak from you.

Sakura almost chuckled at the similarities between your costume and the sounds you could make, but he was far too absorbed in your aroma - wet, sweet musk - filled his senses. Latching his mouth over your already thrumming cunt, he wasted no time plunging his tongue through your glistening folds to taste you thoroughly. Creamy, sweet camphor spilled over his tongue, urging him to groan and bury his face deeper between your thighs. His wet muscle glided along your gummy walls, only to slide up and swirl around your clit before plunging back in to lick up more of the arousal flowing from your core.

The position you were in, the sounds echoing around the room, the sensations you were feeling, the way Sakura was groaning directly into you… It was all so much that you had to cover your blushing face as even more lewd and salacious moans poured past your lips. That is until Sakura’s grip on your thighs tightened enough to make you peek through your fingers at his slitted pupils.

“Don’t hide from me,” he growled against you, causing your hands to shoot down to fist in the sheets at your sides. Overstimulated tears collected along your lash line as his merciless tongue worked you closer to the brink. Just as the euphoric abyss was coming to claim you, he pulled away completely and let your thighs drop onto his folded legs.

“Sa-Sakura,” you sobbed in betrayal as the tears began to plop and then run down your cheeks. Soothingly, he rubbed your trembling thigh as he studied your frustrated tears intently through half lidded eyes. 

“Sorry - I didn’t want to get carried away,” he murmured softly as his eyes roamed over your flushed, heaving bosom. His wide palm ghosted up your torso quickly thereafter until he lightly wrapped his hand around your throat and bent down to capture your lips. Flavorful notes of your own arousal mixed with Sakura’s rich animalistic musk swiped across your tongue with every one of his movements. Too absorbed in tasting him that you didn’t notice Sakura slyly undo his jeans and shuck them as well as his boxers off before lining his tip up to your fluttering entrance.

With one quick roll of his hips, Sakura bottomed out completely. A strained breath puffed past his lips into your mouth as you clenched around him and adjusted to his girth. Occasionally he would twitch, the bulbous head of his cock nudging that spongy spot that had you arching your back off the bed and your nails scrabbling against his biceps.

Then, canting his hips back so his veiny length dragged so slowly across your gummy walls - allowing you to feel every inch of him - before slamming back into you. Immediately he started out at a brutal pace, the satisfying plat plat plat of his hips meeting yours along with the lewd squelching of your sopping cunt sucking him back in over and over again… it was enough to push you towards insanity. 

As the tip of his length began kissing your cervix over and over, the string in your core grew taut until it completely snapped. The heat pooled in your lower belly was electrified as it shot through your veins, over your hips all the way to your fingertips and curling toes. Euphoria washed over you as satisfied tears trickled down your flushed cheeks. Sakura could only watch in stunned silence as he first felt your velvety walls clamp down on him and pulse with fervor, and then your trembling thighs that turned into shivers running up and down your body until you fell limp beneath him.

Smoothing your hair away from your dampened forehead as dual colored irises flitted over your face until you finally cracked your eyes and peered up at him. A smile tugged at your lips when you saw his ears prick at the sight of you coming to, and the feeling of his tail gingerly tracing your upper thigh and over your hip. Gently, you reached up and cupped his face before touching your nose to his, causing his tail to flick haughtily against your hip but otherwise his ears twitched in delight.

“I need a break,” you murmured tiredly and Sakura nodded in agreement as he lifted off of you and wandered towards the kitchen to grab some water. “I wanna be on top when you come back though!” You call out into the hallway, immediately you heard a plastic cup clattering across the kitchen floor and Sakura cursing lightly. 

When he returned, his face was bright red and his tail was puffed out slightly as he handed you the cup of water. Stifling a giggle, you sipped the water with a mischievous smirk as Sakura settled next to you - his tail flicking against your calf repeatedly, though you were sure it was a subconscious tick on his part. 

Setting the cup down, you made sure your mouse ears were straight before swiftly moving to straddle Sakura. Surprised, he immediately grabbed your hips and stared up at you wide eyed, pupils dilating and turning back to slits before dilating once more. Throwing him a grin as you lined his tip up and ardently sank down the length of his cock - allowing yourself to feel every inch until he was bottomed out completely.

A desperate whine emitted from somewhere deep in Sakura’s chest as his fingers sank into your plush hips bruisingly. Just like last year, you gingerly wrapped your hands around his thumbs before lifting off his lap until only his tip was nestled in your folds, and then sank back down at a marginally faster pace than before. Your two toned partner was left a panting, whining mess below you as he begged you to go faster.

Instead, you kept that same, agonizing pace as he pleaded with you for more. Just as it seemed he was about to teeter off the edge into insanity himself, you delicately cupped his cheeks and brought your lips a breaths away from his. Silence filled the room as everything seemed to still, even his and your breathing. Until you broke the silence with one simple question.

“Sakura,” you started and his ears pricked up, “can I imprint you?” Susurrating the words, your sweet breath fanned his lips, replacing the breath you stole from his lungs with hints of vanilla and aged whiskey barrels. Slowly his tail curled around your ankle and flicked softly against your calf. A pregnant pause passed as bicolored eyes searched yours for any sign of deceit.

“Please,” he murmured and though that’s about the only thing he had been saying for the past several minutes, this time the desperation and need was far more genuine. 

Resuming your gradual pace as you turned Sakura’s head to the side and brought your lips to the crook of his neck. Inhaling him deeply, then you exhaled your breath over his damp skin sending a shiver through his lithe body. Then, as you threaded your fingers into his hair on the opposite side of his head, you sank your teeth into his neck as he began bucking his hips up into you. Bouncing back against his pelvis sent shock waves of pleasure through your core as you continued to bite firmly while sucking a purple mark into his neck. Suddenly, Sakura started moving your hips down his length for you as a desperate mewl passed through his gritted teeth.

“Harder,” he pleaded desperately, but when you didn’t get it at first he brought one hand up to grip the back of your head and growled, “bite me harder.” 

Determined, you sank your teeth in until you could taste iron on your tongue, and for a moment you were afraid you went too far, but then Sakura released a guttural groan. Then, you felt his hips still as he held you flush against him in a vice grip as his cum filled you and mixed with the creamy ring at the base of his cock.

Releasing his neck, you gently licked the broken skin as Sakura wrapped an arm around your lower back, his panting filled the room. His tail was completely smooth now as it delicately caressed the back of your calf. After several minutes you pulled back to peer down at him, his dual colored irises peered back at you through half lidded eyes.

“I love you Sakura Haruka,” you murmured while gently stroking his jaw with your fingertips. Instantly, his tail puffed out and his ears laid flat to the sides of his head as a bright red blush broke out over his face. A deafening silence filled the room as you patiently waited for him to speak.

“I-I lo-love you to-too,” he averted his eyes to the other side of the room as the phrase stuttered through his teeth. Even though his voice was timid, his arms tightened around you and his tail curled possessively around your ankle as he gripped the back of your head and brought your lips to the crook of his neck again.

The two of you remained like that for quite some time before he rolled on his side and pulled you even tighter into his chest. His tail flicked over your hip until it laid flat over your waist and along your lower back as he drifted off to sleep, you following not far behind.

The next morning arrived with you laying in Sakura’s bed, alone. Shooting straight up, you peered around the room for your two toned roommate as you grabbed his white t-shirt and threw it on. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle clinking of ceramic drew you towards the kitchen. Peering around the corner of the hallway, you spied your roommate, clad only in his black compression boxers. His wide back facing you, but by the twitch of his ears you could tell that he already knew you were there.

Still, you stealthily tiptoed across the linoleum until you were inches away from him, and then looped your arms around his torso before burying your face into his back. Gingerly, his tail wrapped around the back of your thigh and flicked at the back of your knee as a serene smile spread across his face. Taking a slight step backwards, you began tugging him towards the hallway.

“Hey,” he chided you playfully as he shot you a look over his shoulder, “I thought you’d want coffee.” He said as he gestured towards the waiting ceramic mugs.

“Later,” you said in a commanding tone as you continued dragging him back to bed. Tittering softly, he let you lead him away for a lazy day in bed.

Maybe a week into November, Sakura asked you officially to be his partner and of course you agreed - much to the relief of his friends. Only a couple of short months later he was able to branch out with work, and moved to an extremely hybrid-friendly office. There, he met a ton of people who were passionate about raising the quality of life for hybrids. 

With some trusted colleagues, he worked to create a program that assists foreign hybrids with home and job placement. The program also covered investigative duties towards crimes against hybrids - since the law and court systems were still behind in treating their cases fairly. Often he would credit you for inspiring him to create the program, but you just laugh him off every time.

“But you’re the one who originally inspired me,” you’d remind him with a prideful grin. Per usual he’d turn three shades redder, but now he’d smile serenely at you and accept your genuinely kind words. 

Come next Halloween, the two of you were not only officially a couple but also living in a house together. Of course that meant that there were no pet restrictions or fees, and even though you should have expected it, turns out your partner adores cats. 

Currently, the two of you made your way to Hana and Nirei’s Halloween Party - you as a bunny and Sakura as none other than himself, once again. Sakura’s tail curled with a comforting possessiveness around your lower back as you peered at him out of the corner of your eye.

“So, I was thinking,” you started quietly, and his bicolored eyes flicked to yours to show you he’s listening before you continued, “we should open a cat cafe.” You posed with an arch of your brow and cautious tilt of your head.

“Really?” He asked incredulously with a small puff of laughter past his lips.

“Well yeah! After we took in Jax, Steph, Liz, Big Tonka and Larry…” A pair of gray and amber irises threw a sideways glance at you over all the furry friends that just so happened to follow him home. “Look, I love all of them. Dearly.” You began gravely, “but they gotta start pulling their weight around here!” Crying out jokingly as you threw your hands up in the air.

”The biggest one is like 12 pounds and the smallest is like 8… they're pulling less than 50 pounds between the four of them - max,” he said in a deadpan tone.

”Every ounce counts!” You retorted decisively with an airy laugh. 

Sakura couldn’t muster a response as he drank in your carefree expression before raking his eyes over your skimpy bunny costume, including the fluffy tail and long ears atop your head. Two toned ears twitched appreciatively as his tail flicked along your back and then wrapped around your waist, followed by his arm tucking you tightly into his side. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you grinned against his chest while a soft purring vibrated your cheek as that familiar row house came into view.

*Sakura's Scent inspiration was changed due to Scout Dixon being a very not a good person (I found out recently / am new to the perfume world). Though I kept Incarnate in there because so much of his scent is based on it and it feels weird to edit it out without an explanation, but Black Iris basically has the same profile barring one or two notes.

[auroraeternal]

And last but not least simblreen gift will give you absolutely unique and gothique experience for your sims 3 games. I'm proudly presents you...

BLOODSUCKER UI

This would be a long-read, sorry for that!

I can consider myself one of the quickest creator of the most complete default UI for TS3 😅 But it would be impossible without help of @mookymilksims ❤ I used her BGM UI as a base, also for some reason regular method of creating DRs of loading screen doesn't work for me, so I used @justmiha97 Clean UI Loading Screen as a reference, what files Ii need to replace. And of course dino_rex with this thread on MTS. I also want to give a huge thanks for the testing and taking screenshots of the mod to @sagasimsworld and Mary_WW (she isn't on tumblr), because without them I couldn't find and fix most critical bugs in time. Also, even if most of the UI is replaced and it's fully playable, It's still need polishing and testing, so if you see any bug or some of the parts of UI that looks bad (e.g buttons that are near each other having different shades or smth like that), send me PM or ask with screenshots. Also this mod needs testing with different reshade presets, because I worry that some of them may enhance red colors of the UI and that may cause eyestrain. All screenshots are taken without reshade.

More info and screenshots:

Recolored most of the CAS, CASt, CAP, CAB (plumbots editor), Live mode, Build & Buy mode and Town mode (except map tags):

Loading Screen is compatible with any language (but has only translated in english and russian in main file and ukrainian translation in separated package (AE_BloodsuckerUI_LoadingScreen_UA), that contains translated files only for english and russian version. For working ukrainian translation in english game you need font replacement (Montserrat).

Yeah, image that I used on loading screen is different from that one I showed you on this post (it's my desktop wallpaper now lol). It's because required image for ts3 loading screens is 1024x768, and when I resize original collage it became squished, so I added more images:

In main file of the UI are added this mods, so if you have them, you need to remove it from your game: @fanaskhe-r update of More slots for topical details mod, cmar_nyc's Skintone Panel, Recolored version of Menaceman's Pets Relationships Icons (other relationship headlines recolored as well!).

I created my own replacement for occults in relationship panel, so @sweetdevil-sims icons or removing of halos isn't needed anymore.

For opportunities tab I used recolored correct Shang Simla Forbidden city icon by @thebleedingwoodland, and I definitely recommend installing the whole mod, just delete with S3PE opp_generic_china image so they wouldn't conflict.

Icons are from Freepik. You are allowed to use them for creating "Minimalistic occult relationship panel" with vanilla UI or other UI default.

Also I created compatible and recolored versions for some popular mods, that replaces parts of UI, you can download them in ADDONS archive:

Recolored version of Expanded Tattoo module of Nraas MasterController (installation in Overrides, and don't forget about CmarNYC Tattoos File):

Recolored and compatible version of @lazyduchess Catalog Search Mod (installation in Overrides):

Compatible version of Arro's 4t3 Replacements of Seasons and Lunar Cycle Icons (3 versions, install only one in Overrides folder):

Compatible and/or recolored versions of Gamefreak130 World Loading Screens Overhaul (Choose only one):

Recolored @xiasimla HD icons (both regular and medieval). Totally optional.

Not an actual mod, but desktop icons (.ico format) for TS3 with logo (2 ver.) and plumbob that I created for this UI.

TOU

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Credits: @mookymilksims, Fanaskher, cmar_nyc, Menaceman44, @thebleedingwoodland, Nraas team, @lazyduchess, Arro, Gamefreak130, @xiasimla for their mods; EA/Maxis, Freepik, Tumblr, Pinterest and Landing for images.

Used programs: Adobe Photoshop, Landing, S3PE, Notepad++, EasySTBL.

Fully compatible and recommended UI mods:

4t3 Cursors by Arro (I don't want make my own custom cursors).

Arro's No mod info.

Nraas Portrait Panel.

Ingredients Thumbnails fix by @tasteslikefridge.

Equestrian Centre map tag replacements by Menacemen.

Rabbitholes Map Tags Visibility Changes.

Font defaults: Font replacement by @simstate and Bigger size font.

Defaults by @alverdinesims: Build Grid, Objects placement, Skill and progress meters.

CC Icons Defaults: Replacement or Completely Remove.

CAS & Stylist Room Defaults: Monotone by @agnelid, Different by @cherdawn66, Empty CAS/Stylist, Gothic by @bast-sims.

Moodlets Icons Defaults: 2t3, 4t3.

Traits Icons Defaults (except Social Groups): 2t3, 4t3, Medieval, Medieval LTR by @aprilrainsimblr.

@pis3update @wanderingsimsfinds @bloodys-s3ccfinds @sssvitlanz @nightoccfinds @ninthcirclets3cc @kpccfinds

[spyxfamilyanalysis]

Spy × Family analysis (English)

Analyzing the anime's all episodes with English subtitles~

I decided to do an observation & analysis of the currently famous anime Spring 2022 SPY × FAMILY. After my previous-of-previous-of-whatever-previous post, I continued watching the episodes, started thinking about analyzing them, and see if there are any spoilers or interesting facts.

This main post consists of: analysis of full episodes; facts & opinions about chapters & series, characters, ships (if possible); forms to support blog's activity (currently closed); my arts including my OCs, S×F characters (if possible); answers for ask box; help requests & instructions, and other stuffs.

Spy × Family: Season 1, 2, and Movie

I colored the episodes with each color to find the Arcs of the anime/manga easier

Episodes/ Missions:

Season 1: 25 episodes: 1-25

Season 2: 12 episodes: 26-37

Operation Strix [part 1] [part 2.1] [part 2.2] [part 2.3]

Secure a Wife [part 1] [part 2.1] [part 2.2]

Prepare for the Entrance Exam

Interview for the Prestigious School

Pass or Fail

Operation Buddy-Buddy

Target: The Second son

The Counter-Secret Police Cover Operation

Show Off How in Love You Are

The Great Dodgeball Plan

Stella

Penguin Park

Project Apple

Disarm the Time Bomb

A New Family Member

Yor's Kitchen/ The Informant's Great Romance Plan

Carry Out the Griffin Plan/ Fullmetal Lady/ Omelet Rice ❤️

Uncle the Private Tutor/ Daybreak

A Revenge Plot Against Desmond/ Mother Becomes the Wind

Investigate the General Hospital/ Decipher the Perplexing Code

Nightfall/ First Fit of Jealousy

Underground Tennis Tournament: The Campbelldon

The Unwavering Path

The Role of a Mother and Wife/ Shopping with Friends

First Contact

Follow Mama and Papa

Bond's Strategy to Stay Alive/ Damian's Field Research Trip

Mission and Family

The Pastry of Knowledge/ The Informant's Great Romance Plan II

Plan to Cross the Border

The Fearsome Luxury Cruise Ship

Who Is This Mission For?

The Symphony Upon the Ship

The Hand That Connects to the Future

Enjoy the Resort to the Fullest/ Bragging About Vacation

Berlint in Love/ Nightfall's Daily Life

Part of the Family

Movie: Spy × Family Code: White (Japan: December 22, 2023, theatrical release in the United States (and the rest of North America): April 19, 2024)

part 1: reviewing+dessert recipe

Facts & Opinion:

first announcement, second announcement

(1), (2), (3), (4), (5) Twilight/ Loid Forger (Part 1/?), (6), (7) Twilight/Loid Forger (Part 2/?)

spoilers for (5), spoilers for (8)

Chapter 96 opinion, Chapter 97 & 98 (Part 1/3), Chapter 103, Chapter 104, Chapter 106+continue family dinner, Chapter 107 (pt1), Chapter 103 (1), Chapter 108+fav panel

SPECIAL ONLY!!! Did you know?(+poll below)

Google forms: Spy x Family analysis: A small survey, SPY x FAMILY: Questions of choices~ (yeah currently not hyped for any forms)

Arts:

Christmas 2022 Thank you 37 followers, Christmas 2023 (main blog), Christmas 2024 Thank you 130+ followers

Update my OC as spies (Spoilers 1), Post before official art coming out, OC art spies+Bonus, OC doodles, silly doodles when they rest, Old+new+silly OC doodles, Some other doodlez

SxF (ft. FNF MFM) (Pinterest), SxF (ft. FNF MFM) (Twitter), Anya and Yuri tutor funny vid, Wedding (X)

Uni life pt1: Microscope on shallot's epidermal cell, (Not) uni life pt2: Update drawing progress (will I stop?)

Happy birthday to me (18)

Polls: Anya Forger or the Garden, OC art spy edition, (Spoilers 2) OCs: hair colors, What post should I continue working on first?, Should I do analysis for Dandadan?(from special only!)

Ask box: The Desmonds and Project + addition in reblog, Question about Desmond's eyes

Help request: Drafts posts & Art collaborations!!!

Other cool stuff ig lol: (911 posts) funny meme (?), Instructions if you can't click the links above, Some important news that might affect my future, Sh*tpost abt the instruction, Spot logo difference?, Sh1tp0st rly wut the helm?, My ALL 3 MIGHTY!!!, update my temporary pin post

I have added the link of the posts above so you can look for them much easier. Moreover, please check other reblog posts from other Spy × Family fans as they also go deep in the anime and manga and "contribute" to the Anime World of Art with amazing artworks of Spy × Family.

Thank you for 138 followers everyone!~

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Author(me)'s words: Don't worry, I don't change anything much from the pin post. I just remake it, since there are some weird errors (?) when I tried to update and change the pin post (I posted it on June 21 2022)

-> Pin post Vietnamese version

[lu-zijing]

I am reading the BSD Manga right now—

(Am trying so hard to catch up so I can see why people have said certain things..... Like that it's no point trying to describe the plot to someone at this point.....

((Lookingforwardtothenewchapers--

Do You remember the whole talk about:

"HOW THE HECK does Fitzgerald understand Japanese??"

Still in love with this thing- Have been seeing it around on Pinterest: BIG credit to whoever made this:

He likely learned Japanese, I mean come on, he's rich, AND in the business work, of course, he could or would learn it. If not for anything else, then likely for the Work.

I feel like Royalty and Rich people tend to learn many languages, compared to "commoners" -of various reasons-, I mean at least in movies, I don't know how the real world works—

That's what I'm thinking now, but not gonna lie in the start I was like: YEAH HOW THE HECK DOES HE!!????

But Anyyyhoww, I was reminded of it again as I was reading the manga and came to this panel:

Even though Fitzgerald DOES speak Japanese, he has difficulty remembering some of the names -at least, parts or sounds of the name.

This is something shown more or less as a joke at least two times in the series of what I know of, possibly more.

Here in the panel, I showed just now, which is from Chapter 64 of the manga - Atsushi directly SAYS (or well, "thinks") that Fitzgerald's bad at remembering JAPANESE names. Not just names. Specifically JAPANESE NAMES.

And it was the same that one time in the anime when he couldn't remember Akutagawa's name.

Chapter 34 in the Manga:

THAT WAS LEGIT ME IN THE START—!

As a person from the West who does not speak any Asian language- ((YET—) I can relate to this.

(( I Swear I relate SO MUCH with the fact that he couldn't say Akutagawa's name right, -and just ended up with:

"Yes. That."

I relate to it with more names than just Akutagawa🥲

Heck I even first learned how to write it here recently- Thank all I am not the only one and it's actually a thing-

So you see, I have especially had difficulty remembering Japanese names. Something I noticed after beginning to watch much more anime.

In the start, I always switch the names up, don't hear, or more exactly: don't remember the little differences between names such as for example Tetchō and Teruko.

Until I hear them a couple of times, see them written, hear them clearly, etc.

-When I see it written like this I find it obvious, but not when I hear it for the first couple of times -

I assume it's because the sounds are so foreign to -in this case- English-speaking users, and therefore we easily mix the small differences up.

But it wouldn't sursprise me if some might be better at it than others, for various reasons of course -for example watching a lot of Japanese media, and hearing the language a lot - like watching Anime, but not the dub ofc- but well, generally speaking I think there must be more people who has it like this.

I mean even IN the show-! That's kinda relieving—

Like, I have an easier time remembering Chinese names than Japanese. Are Chinese names simpler? Is it because I have watched AND read a lot more Chinese material? Maybe because I'm learning Chinese? Or am I just better at remembering Chinese names??

Sorry me rambling there *ahem* back on track-

POINT BEING:

This definitely shows that even though Francis definitely SPEAKS the language he's still a Native English speaker, having apparently not been in Japan long enough -or whatever reason- to stop mixing the sounds in names up as we sometimes do.

Or perhaps he just isn't bothered enough to try, I could imagine he could be like that-

A little Fun Fact which I found cool, since I relate to it!

Can't believe Francis is the first character I "officially/publicly" announced I could relate something with.

I mean it's not like I am the only one who can relate with this, it's not that rare to speak English but still, that it was the first thing- It's not that I don't like it, I had just not expected it.

Some people out there must relate to it as well? Guys??

Please don't tell me it's just me -and apparently Francis- who has it like this-

Although, having an In-character-from-the-show on your side isn't bad. Especially when he's one of my favorite side-characters- ~

But anyhow! No matter what, Thanks for reading~! ✨  Hope you found it interesting-！

[luzlopesarts]

This is not an update to the Comic, but it still has something to do with it !!!

(call it a little gift for the Wish Rewrite and KoW fandom)

Hello my little stars! How are you?

I mentioned in the last post in the series that I would be traveling for a week or two and that's why I wouldn't be working. Well I'm still traveling Lmao.

It's been a lot of fun, I'm visiting my Prince Charming and family, both of whom I haven't been to in a long time. Still, I couldn't stop thinking about KoW and Wish's Concept Arts. Disney sealed the fate of its fan artists by discarding so much good material, now they are embedded in our minds and we will not be able to rest until we see them realized. This is crazy but it's beautiful to see how much these discarded concepts generated creative potential in the fandom.

Because of all this I couldn't help but make some small sketches! And well, I came to show them here. They are not sketches of Comic panels, but they have something to do with it and I will show the photos and explain how.

This first one, very faded, are Magnificent and Amable's clothes (designed by @uva124, for the characters in @annymation's rewrite of Wish "The Kingdom of Wishes"). The drawings that Aled did are very complex, I don't judge her for that, in fact I thank her, she gave beautiful clothes to the centuries-old Disney villains and they are perfect. I really wish I could draw them with all the details, but I will do everything by hand, alone and seeking a minimally professional quality (I want to be a comic artist/book illustrator one day. This comic is my first step Lmao, and I want to do something that conveys the best I can give at the moment), so I need to make some things easier for myself. The costumes are one of those things.

" Better something simple and well done than complex and poorly done." — This is my motto for this Comic and for my life.

The next sketches are related to aesthetics. I've been watching a lot of "Analyzing the Art" videos of some Disney films and I was inspired to adopt some "Disney Style" features in my arts for this comic (not everything obviously, because I don't want to be sued by Disney lmao).

What you'll see next is me trying to mix this influence with my own style in some KoW character sketches.

(this last art specifically references a meme in which @rascalentertainments tagged me, Thanks for that, by the way! <3 )

(credits to the artist, I don't know who it is because I was just tagged in this meme and I was busy So I didn't look for more information, but I'll leave the post link and you can check the official credits)

Speaking of aesthetics. Anny received Chiara's aesthetic from someone — the north star, "daughter of Aster", created by his magic at the very end of Anny's fanfic. This Aesthetic inspired me to create an aesthetic for Asha and Aster too and these were the results:

What's your favorite?

Lmao, It took a lot of work to make Aster's. There are almost no things for "starboys" on Pinterest.

I'm leaving this up to you to share as you wish, consider it a gift to the fandom!

Lastly, I want to say that the artistic analysis videos They also inspired me to put together a moodboard for KoW and I'll be leaving it here. Not even Anny and Aled know about this and I can't wait to see their reactions! I wish I could print this painting and leave it on the wall, but unfortunately I don't have a printer T-T.

This moodboard is helping me with the artistic direction of colors, style and is a visual motivation to stay active at work.

I hope you like it too!

That's it for today, it's already midnight in Brazil and I should be sleeping instead of posting crazy things on the internet. I'm going to tag my friends and go to sleep, Lmao.

Kisses full of light and stars!

~ Emy

@wings-of-sapphire @flicklikesstuff @frogcoven88 @chillwildwave @gracebethartacc @gracebethartacc @kstarsarts @oh-shtars Come and get your therapies after the anguish caused by certain publications by Anny!

[dabideku-tododeku-bakudeku-2023]

Hallo! It's that time to say Good Night to everyone! I hope that your day went well and the night treats you well too. Here is a little OtaYuri to help you sleep!

NOTE: This is, once again, an image off Pinterest that does not reveal the artist's name. I discovered that you can slightly edit the images on Pinterest, like cropping and other small adjustments. This was originally a fan comic page, I simply cropped it until it only showed the first panel. I will STILL give credit to the artist for the image and insert the page the comic came from.

If you know the artist, message me their name so I can give credit.

If you ARE the artist, I mean no disrespect by cropping the image, but if you want it taken down, tell me and I will do as you wish.

EDIT: @alexseanchai pointed out the artist's username at the top left corner of the image. The artist is @kuckoonut... I think anyway. If this is, in fact, you. Message me if you want it down, or give me your permission to keep it. Thank you very much in advance!

Good Night Everyone!

[jetaloen]

i LOVE the way you draw faces and expressions—where do you usually get references/learn how to do it? i’ve been trying to make characters of my own and the face just always throws me off

thank u!!! faces are the most important thing about a character to me and they are my absolute FAV thing to draw

i feel like i learned mostly from manga, but have been bolstering that foundation by just LOOKING at art in general. i dedicate a lot of time for looking at art and finding inspiration. i mainly use twitter to find cool artists and pinterest to find everything else, ie manga panels, fashion photography, random insp stuff. helps to find a lot of artists u like so u can have an idea of where u wanna take your style

nothing beats refs of actual ppl/studies but sometimes it can be kinda hard to know where to start. i personally pull a lot from the manga i read. i'll use takehiko inoue's art as an example for this post bc hes my fav artist.

these are some of the characters from vagabond. takehiko inoue's style is super realistic w unique faces. i esp like how he does his characters' eyebrows and the ridge of the eye socket. the latter literally was a revelation to me earlier this year in establishing shading and planes of the face, which always gave me trouble before.

each character is super consistent. no matter his age, this guy's (kohei tsujikaze) face is unmistakeable bc of his bottom eyelashes, eyebrow shape, light irises, and full bottom lip. kohei makes that same smirk with the left corner of his mouth all throughout his life. i think details like that are cool so i try to keep my character's facial features and expressions consistent too. it depends on the character a bit. some characters are more emotional than others and might show a wider variety of expressions.

so what i usually do is define in my brain what each facial feature looks like for each character. for example, rohan has bold eyebrows and small, downturned eyes w no visible pupil. he has heavy eyelids, a strong nose w a bump, :3 mouth expression, and a wide chin. he looks calm, gentle, and mature. he has a lot of square-ish shapes

vs volo, who has a pretty mid appearance in game (lol) so i like to exaggerate the sharpness of his features to show his energy. he is loud and passionate, so i like making him look kinda wild. his points make him look like a dangerous porcupine beast which is funny but also cool and fun to draw

takehiko inoue is like my one example here bc if i had to pic a singular artist who's had notable influence over my style, it'd be him. but really the list of influences is enormous. i really stress just looking at art while making time to practice. with time your eyes and hands improve, so keep pushing

[jccatstudios]

I just wanna say i wanna eat ur art u draw the crows immaculately and imma combust please keep doing what you're doing you're litrly amazing and ur art is so expressive and unique and just shows ur love for the characters <3

aw thank you! I love this story and these characters so much. I'm glad it shows in the art! It makes me so happy to be able to work on a project that allows me to spend time in this world. That makes it sound like this isn't a self-motivated project (which it is), but part of deciding to continue with chapter 3 was the immense amount of support and excitement you all have shown for it, so thank you for that. :)

As for Chapter 3, I thought I'd share some info about it before it comes out next week. It's gonna be 56 pages total, so 14 more pages than the last chapter! Unlike last chapter, there wasn't really anything I had to cut, so I didn't. That also means I have no material for the bonus page, but I'll see what I can do when the time comes. I'm also excited for this new chapter since it comes with a lot of challenges I'm excited to tackle! Lots of internal monologuing (thanks, kaz), psychological imagery, and worldbuilding stuff.

In all honesty, I'm not as far in progress as I'd like to be, but I'm really proud of what I've got so far (I'm on vacation, after all). Right now, I'm about finished inking page 5, and that might just be my favorite of the pages I've done. Remember the last panel of chapter 2? I'm really trying to push all the backgrounds to have that level of detail. And what surprises me is that I'm enjoying it! Big thanks to my 1890s Amsterdam Pinterest board.

Anyway, thanks again for your patience. I can't wait to start up what I hope to be a truly weekly comic next Wednesday (not tomorrow). Time to finish inking page 5.

[theeccentricraven]

World Building in Five

Thank you for the tag @kaylinalexanderbooks 

I’ve looked forward to doing this for The Blood Cleaners ever since I saw it.

Rules: post 3-5 pictures that capture a setting in your world and tell us about it!

Source 1: Thumbnail of Dark Dystopia video

Source 2: Still image from Earth’s Last Echoes video

Source 3: Photo of Quarry by Claude Meyers on Pinterest

Source 4: artstation.com

Source 5: Thumbnail of Selcuk Celebi Ambient & Music video

The Blood Cleaners takes place hundreds of years into the future (no specified year). The setting is a city called Corpa, located in post-apocalyptic Arizona. Corpa is not the ruins of a real life city. It is a city that was formed after the great nuclear war (which they call The Last War). 

There are nine sections of Corpa. There’s the Steel Castle, often called the Steel, a fortress that looks like a cluster of skyscrapers fused together. It’s hard for me to find or create an image that portrays what the Steel is supposed to look like. I found a great image from a still in a YouTube video by Earth’s Last Echoes that conveys what I had in mind. I also use the image from Artstation to show the aesthetic of the city in the middle of the desert, though Corpa is not in ruins. The Steel is the home of the Fists, the ruling class of Corpa. 

The underground section is a series of tunnels that are built to be like a bunker. The underground consists of many storage rooms, closets, homes, labs, classrooms, medical bays, cafeterias, shops, offices, gymnasiums, and a boiler room. I use a thumbnail from a video by Selcuk Celebi Ambient & Music to portray what a home in the tunnels would look like. The tunnels mostly house the poorest residents of Corpa. Even tunnel workers with well-off occupations like teachers and doctors are less prosperous than their surface counterparts. One cool feature of the tunnels are the vaculators, big holes where garbage is dumped and transported through ducts to the incinerator. People who live in the tunnels are called Tunnelers.

The surface section consists of the city above ground, the urban and suburban areas surrounding the Steel. The urban area includes a section of administrative buildings where the Fists carry out their government jobs. The surface is made up of many hospitals, shops, restaurants, houses, schools, research labs, parks, office buildings, and plazas. People who live on the surface are called Surfacers, including those who don’t live in the urban or suburban sections, but do live in the farmland, lumber farm, industrial district, energy district, quarry, or mine.

The farmland is the spacious section of land used for agriculture purposes. They grow the crops and raise the livestock that feeds most of the city. 

The lumber farm is a lumber mill in the midst of a forest grown for the purpose of providing lumber for the city.

The industrial district is made up of many factories used for making anything and everything used in the daily lives of Corpa’s residents. I portray the factory district using a thumbnail from the YouTube channel Dark Dystopia. It portrays the overall mood of the setting.

Past the factory district are the rocky areas where quarries and mines can be found. I chose to include an image of a quarry because this location is especially important to the plot. The quarry workers live under especially harsh conditions.  

The city is surrounded by the energy district, which consists of solar panels and wind turbines that provide electricity. 

Corpa covers a fifty mile radius, which is 2500 square miles. There are some other interesting aspects of Corpa that I’m going to have to keep secret because they would be plot spoilers. The residents of Corpa have been fed misinformation about the city’s founding and purpose by their corrupt, totalitarian government. The plot involves MC Justin uncovering the secrets of the city.

Tagging: @buffythevampirelover @tryingtowritestuff24 @selenekallanwriter @constellationandcompendium @gottestod-writes @willtheweaver @poethill @primroseprime2019

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well, hi there! Chapter five, done and dusted! I’m thriving on your feedback, seriously guys it’s keeping me alive x

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: some swearing, meal skipping……. Is there more???

Made of Glass

Chapter five: Don't Diss the Help

The colossal barrier loomed over her minuscule frame and when Birdie looked up at it, the wall seemed to sway in the sky as if teasing her. If she looked at it long enough she began to get dizzy.

“Lead with my right foot.” Bernadette recalled Joe’s advice, whispering it to herself in case anyone around her heard. “Just jump up the fuckin' wall.” She repeated that phrase like a mantra, “Just do it. Just jump! Come on now, Birdie!” Birdie took off running, remembering to raise her right foot earlier than she usually would’ve, it connected with the wooden wall and she focused all her physical strength into leveraging her body upwards.

Lo and behold! Her body went upwards!

It was like the moment moved in slow motion, Birdie saw the top of the wall approach her and reached out her hands. She successfully latched on and pulled herself the rest of the way up, one leg hooked up and over and within a second she was sitting. On top. Of an eight foot mountain.

“What the fuck?” Birdie whispered to herself in disbelief, she barely had time to register her accomplishment before whoops and cheers trumpeted out.

At first Birdie was too focused on the stacked panels of wood beneath her to realise the cheers were aimed at her, then her ears perked up a call of her name, “Yeah, Birdie!” and she beamed. The night of exhaustion behind her. The lack of food forgotten. All the snarky comments about her gender, her body, her face, her lack of muscles or bravery meant absolutely nothing to her now.

Bernadette truly was on top of the world and she was glowing.

“Dismount.” A voice said to her, tone low and close to a murmur. Her heartbeat stuttered momentarily, after working out the voice belonged to Winters and not the dreaded Sobel she was expecting, her heart calmed and the smile returned to her face. Birdie swung her legs and body over the edge and lowered herself with her arms. She let go and dropped to the floor, landing on her feet with ease.

“Congratulations, Private Coldwell.” Winters spoke out to her, his eyes shone with mirth when he noticed the way her whole body animated gleefully. Her eyes were just about sparkling and the wide grin could not be wiped off her face.

“Thank you, sir.” Said with a lighthearted giggle. The lieutenant gave her a head nod, suggesting she loop round and start the course again and Birdie complied happily.

Richard watched the young lady retreating, chuckling lightly when he noticed the tiny skip in her step. He observed from his spot near the base of the wall, he was supposed to be encouraging Easy company and keeping up morale but he took a momentary pause and noted which men she had approached.

Joe Toye and Bill Guarnere brightened at the sight of her, they hooted words of encouragement and gave her proud shoulder pats. Toye even outstretched his arm to ruffle her hair as a rewarding gesture which she laughed at and brushed off, swatting his hand in mock offence.

Winters felt a swell in his chest, he knew he had no reason to worry about the girl but he often found himself silently checking up on her social progress.

Richard was aware she could handle herself physically, she had proved as much when she beat him up Currahee by a full two minutes in her first week and now by getting over that wall (which seemed to be her only struggle). He was a tad concerned about her fitting in, he saw her isolating herself at every meal time. He was aware that she had befriended the mess hall staff was less than pleased, the mess hall staff wouldn't be following her into war. Not in the way it mattered.

They wouldn't be there to cover her or lay down suppressing fire. They wouldn't be there to wrap her wounds or drag her to an aid station if she ever needed it.

Winters could finally still his troubled mind, evidently, she was making friends and her choices were of high quality. Toye and Guarnere were tough, they would defend her till the end, they were smart and reliable.

Yes, she had chosen well.

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“And it's all thanks to you.” Birdie told Toye while grinning, he raised his eyebrow at her, questioning her statement. The two slid their lunch trays across the counter, waiting for it to be filled with whatever was being served for lunch.

“That so?”

“Your advice worked! I was fixin' to set that wall alight!” The southern girl's words were laced with mirth, her cheeks ached from smiling, “Seriously, I wouldn't've made it up there with you... so thanks.” She playfully thumped her fist on his bicep, her way of showing gratitude. It truly had meant so much to her to climb up and over that ruddy wall.

Joe didn't say anything back to her, he didn't have to. He was proud of her and she knew it, the last thing he'd do was ruin the moment by announcing it. It was better left unspoken, like a secret between them.

“Hey, I know a way you can really thank him.” George Luz had snuck up behind the pair and waggled his eyebrows with the suggestive remark.

Both Birdie and Toye paused for a second, taking in the connotation. Birdie scrunched up her nose, lips curling in disgust.

“Don't be gross.” She told the jokester at the same time Toye raised a hand and smacked him on the back of his head. Luz raised his palms in mock surrender and backed away from the duo with a quiet, “Okay, geez, try and tell one joke around here.”

Bernadette's stomach gurgled the closer they go to the front of the line, she hadn't eaten a bite since this time yesterday and boy was she feeling it. She was bouncing on her feet, ready to consume anything that came out of that kitchen, beige slop, green slop, burnt toast or hastily made sandwiches, it didn't matter to her, she would scoff it down happily. She looked into the open window the food was collected from and saw Javier dressing up a special plate for her. He glanced up and winked.

Javier, the cook who began smuggling her Hershey's bars every lunchtime, had told her that the meals they cooked here were an abomination compared to his typical meals. Something he couldn't change, they had to prepare the food as they were ordered and it was his undoing. That didn't stop him from adding an extra pinch of salt or pepper onto Birdie's plate, sometimes he'd even garnishing it with a sprig of parsley.

He came from a flavour forward house and usually took pride in his creations, Javi shared his plans with her to open up a restaurant when all this was over and invited her to be his first customer, provide her some ‘real food’ and not the army issued stuff. Birdie learnt that he had signed up for the years of kitchen experience, saying it would help him with his restaurant.

Birdie stepped up to the window, making eye contact with her beloved chef as he lifted the plate and stepped toward her, she may have drooled a little bit, eyes locked onto the food.

Just as she was about to receive her meal she heard the devil himself speak. Sobel's agitating voice stirred up a new kind of anger in her. His presence alone caused her to clench her fists and steam to blow from her ears, she tried her best to ignore him but when he called her name she was forced to turn and look at him.

“Yes, sir?” She willed him to hurry up so she could take the dish from Javier and devour everything atop of it. Sobel didn't say anything to her, which only made her concerned.

Then she noticed it. His hand.

It was at his side, pointing downwards. She followed the aim of his digit and felt all happiness drain out of her.

The chalk circle.

She wanted to scream out in frustration and throw the nearest object across the room but instead she dutifully walked over and stood inside, keeping her face void of any discontent.

Sobel smirked at her and walked away, apparently proud of himself and his little stun.

Birdie's shoulders sagged, she wanted to smack her head against something hard over and over until the pang in her stomach subsided. Toye and Guarnere shuffled to sit at the table in front of her, same as they did at breakfast, a number of men joined them all giving her pity looks.

Toye wanted to toss her a piece of bread but every time he was close to trying, Sobel looked over at them. She noticed what he was trying to do and shook her head, it would only get him reprimanded and her in trouble and nobody didn't need that. Almost all of the surrounding men had gone quiet, glaring and stoic. Bill was grumbling things under his breath and George kept on shaking his head in disbelief. The typical lunch time mood had turned gloomy and tense.

Even Javier came out of the backroom of the kitchen once every one had been giving a serving. He huffed, swinging a hand towel over his shoulder and placing a hand on his hip, “You not eating, Chica?” Birdie only shook her head, last thing she needed was Sobel overhearing her curse him and she didn't exactly trust herself not to speak ill of her CO at the moment. The chef spat out a flurry of what Birdie assumed were swear words in his native language as he stomped back into the kitchen.

“Since when are you so chummy with 'the help'?�� The snarky comment was dropped by the skinny guy at the end of the table, the furthest away he could get from her. She squinted at the white tag on his chest which read: Liebgott.

Birdie hadn't interacted with him much, if not at all. All she remembered about him was the pissed off look he had on his face every time she entered the room and the high quantity of eye rolls aimed at her.

“Excuse you?” Her eyes narrowed, she was not in the mood to tolerate rude remarks and Javier was her friend, she'd be damned if she let some asshole insult him behind his back.

“Wanna pull your head out of your ass and try that again? Without the attitude?” Nobody was expecting her to respond like that, a collective gasp rocked the table and eyes flickered between Liebgott and the fuming woman.

Liebgott himself eyeballed her, stunned only for a second before his natural scowl returned to his face. He scoffed and shook his head, mumbling a calloused “Whatever.” and returned to the consumption of his meal, simply ignoring her to avoid a fight.

“Just ignore him, sweetheart. He doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut.” Bill said, raising his volume to make sure Liebgott had heard him, like he was warning the brooding man.

In response, Liebgott rolled his eyes and huffed, getting up dramatically and exiting the crowded mess hall, his boots stomped the whole way out.

A/N: Has anyone guessed the story pairing yet? I'm lowkey interested to know who y'all would pair Birdie with

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter six

[novacomics]

Hey! I've been obsessed with your Champion art for years but didn't find your account until now! (I blame Pinterest) I have some questions about your Sam/Nova headcanons. What is the face scar about? From the stickers on their skateboard, do you think they're ace, bi, and nonbinary? Whether or not that's your headcanon it's mine now :D Thank you so much for contributing to the Nova community (it's too small) and YOUR ART IS AMAZING :DDDD

I give you mediocre Nova art in return for answers (I swear my art has gotten better I just haven't drawn him for a few months)

HIII, omg this entire message made me so happy, it makes me really happy that other nova fans like my art !! For the face scar, i dont really have any specific situation in mind, but i added it because of that one panel where hes in the doctor and it shows a lot of moments of him hurting his head (and then the doctor says that he should get a helmet, i love this gag) so i added a face scar, was it from a mission? was it from a reallyyy bad fall from the skate? who knows. About the other headcanons, yes! i do hc him as bi, enby (he/they) and ace (but the last one is more of me projecting)

and your art is not mediocre!! i really liked it and i would love to see some recent art of him by you if u make it someday !!

[the-doctor-pepper-show-archives]

"The Doctor Foxglove Show" Lost Media - Poll

Hello!

I've had this question on my mind for a while and I figured I should do a poll about this to see what you all think:

I believe I have all the pages to Chapter One for The Doctor Foxglove Show BUT they need to be identified since only 3 out of 8 pages have been identified so far thanks to the WayBack Machine, Tumblr, and Twitter.

I was going to wait to post anything related to Chapter One until ALL the pages were identified like with the Intro Chapter and Chapter Two but I'm not too sure when that's going to happen and, currently, my personal and work life has been busy for the past month and will be for a few more weeks which sadly means, too busy to do any lost media research and collecting! 💔

An anonymous user submitted a question (HERE) that had me thinking that maybe I should post the incomplete Chapter One to The Doctor Foxglove Show, with both identified and unidentified pages, to maybe see if you all would like to take a look and see if maybe you could put the pieces together?

The main reason Chapter One of The Doctor Foxglove Show has been a difficult to put together for me is for the following reasons:

No Dialog: There are no words in Chapter One so it's hard to piece scenes together that have no words;

Abstract Scenes: The comic panels and scenes seem abstract themselves so it's hard to see which page goes next. I think I have an idea for two pages that might go together but then the other page orders don't make sense; and

Minimal Online Information: There is so little info online about Chapter One for The Doctor Foxglove Show that the only reason the 3 pages where identified at all was from a photo from a zine Rachel Smythe made about TDFS and one Tumblr post on the WayBack Machine. I got super lucky to find all the pages to Chapter One on Pinterest! PINTEREST! LOL! (Of course, I cross-checked to make sure they were Chapter One pages on the WayBack Machine but imaged my shock, lol)

Let me know and vote on the poll!

Thank You!

[davekat-sucks]

Hey thanks for your perspective! I like seeing what other people think of a piece of media I engage with, and I can take in what another person’s perspective can be compared to mine. I always thought it was tough to keep up with HS^2, and before Yiffy it was boring. I read the prologue for HS^2 and it was nice, but ultimately pointless.

You make a good point about Jane, and I gotta describe the surreal decision for how they builded up to Jane’s villain arc.

So there is a series of snapchats from 11/11/2016 to 12/31/16 (I think) showing conversations between Jane and Roxy (calliope is there) discussing the celebration of the return of the gods on Earth C by blowing up the moon. Jane has her transportalizer hijacked by the felt, run by Jack Noir and Jane’s account now gets post updates from felt members. Roxy and Calliope attempt to get help but Jane successfully defends herself against the felt and enslaves Jack Noir with a tiaratop, and then puts Clover in charge of her snapchat account. She escapes before the moon explodes.

So the buildup to Jane being racist was her being kidnapped and then giving her social media to a leprechaun, who worked for the main bad guy of Homestuck who is last seen on his knees with the evil red Betty Crocker thing around his neck.

Yeah I can see why Jane became evil, she was the CEO of a corporation, and running corporations just make you literally irredeemably cruel to everyone. (If you can’t tell I’m being sarcastic)

To give credit to epilogues/postcanon apologists when they argue that the story’s character’s are not acting out of character, just rather changed over time or were always like this, but just didn’t have the unrestricted worship and authority Earth C gave them, they are in a sense, correct.

What postcanon apologists forget to argue is if the execution of this change in character works within the media it is produced under, and I gotta say, an obscure set of snapchat posts released after the credits that were only dug up by fans following the Homestuck Pinterest account which preluded a character’s villain arc by having her kidnapped and unkidnap herself was a poorly executed start to a vaillain arc, maybe they should have done more with the whole Jack possessed by the tiaratop thing and Jane running the most powerful corporation on Earth C, but I don’t write Homestuck.

The tiaratop thing only gets elaborated on in Homestuck^2 later on when in panels you can see tiaratops on Crockercorp soldiers in the April 2020 updates, nearly a whole year after the epilogues dropped. Before that I’d just assumed all the people decided in unity to be racist because Jane said so and most people can’t think for themselves actually, and just believe what a nice looking authority figure says. That last part might be true considering how well James Roach has gotten along with the Homestuck fandom.

So what is the moral of the story to all this? Well being a CEO of a corporation makes you a fascist because being in a position of power makes you think you’re better than everyone else and that they should be sorted into categories you consider lesser and better by your standards.

Sure there is actual human history to the rise of fascism and why some aristocrats and corporate businessmen supported the cause but I ain’t reading all that, my hypothesis is simple to understand and affirms all the premonitions I have about the world around me, so it must be correct!

So basically the Homestuck snapchats predicted Elon Musk buying Twitter and retweeting conspiracy theorist tweets because Elon Musk is the CEO of 5 companies now.

And look out for Disney CEO Bob Iger, he’s making bad and boring Disney movies with minority lead actors ON PURPOSE to radicalize fans of old, better cinematic franchises to bring about the 4th reich!!!

Funny enough, the aim for Jane Crocker being the villain in Homestuck 2 was also to make her an allegory for DONALD TRUMP. Even the bonus story for these random nothingbuger OCs made by WhatPumpkin, were suppose to be people getting BERNIE SANDERS to become President. They even advertise support for Bernie Sanders on the official HOMESTUCK TWITTER ACCOUNT. Of course, Bernie Sanders dropped out of presidential election. HS Twitter had to delete it and WhatPumpkin had to cancel that side story. Needless to say, the force of politics in Homestuck 2 was that bad.

[haunted-plush]

Greetings mortals! I still have to write out the next chapter before I start drawing it, and I wanna start a backlog so I don't go too long without updates. It's gonna be at least a day or two before new panels, but just please remember to be patient. I wanna thank you all so much for all the love I've received in the past few weeks. It means so fucking much, you have no idea. I've never even gotten close to finishing a comic before on my own, let alone posting it. This is such a big accomplishment for me and I'm very proud of myself. I wanna say thanks one more time for everyone who's given notes, and love, and say that you guys make it worthwhile. It would be pointless to post this without people seeing it. Thank you all so much. I hope you're looking forward to future updates! Anything to add, Cartman and Kyle?

-Salty

If you thought that was a good show, just wait till you see what we have in store...

-Cartman

I don't like that look in your eye, fatass...

-Kyle

Well put, boys. Thanks. Here's a moodboard I made based on chapter one with images from pinterest. Sorry this was a long one, I just wanted to share the love back to all you lovely mortals!! ❤️❤️

(p.s., in case you missed it here's the very last update for chapter one)

-Salty

[isisnocturne1369]

I can see from some of your posts you do entrelac on knitting looms. I have looked everywhere but have been unable to find directions or better yet, a video tutorial for doing it on a round loom. Like if you were making a hat. If you have any sources, even something I would need to purchase, your help would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

Unfortunately, the only video tutorials I know of are by Kimberly Carrigan (and me for casting off) on YouTube, and those demos are only for flat loom knitting. I do keep getting posts showing up from Pinterest about regular knit entrelac for hats, and I'm aware from GoodKnitKisses that translating a knit pattern to a loom isn't all that difficult (you pretty much have to just take each wrong side row and swap the stitch with its opposite since looms don't have wrong sides while we work).

I wish I could help more, but honestly, I don't know beyond what I've just shared. I have used round looms for entrelac, but each time, it's still been for flat panel work.