#there's something about this drawing that didn't fully convince me but whatever

[sincerealev]

Idk how to caption this. Look guys it's the sillies again!!! ft. Aspen (the pet I invented for Evan) 🐕

This took a bit to finish, but because I kept procrastinating on it (I started coloring it yesterday and sketched the thing three weeks ago)

[snekdood]

so august 2018 is when my peak being-crazy-made art craziness happened, huh

[thesimpthatneverstopssimping]

Obey Me brothers + dateables with an artist MC who uses them as a reference

Warnings: None?

Genre: Fluff?

Reader: Gender neutral, artist

Requested: no

Character: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodius, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Simeon, Barbatos, Diavolo

Lucifer

• The first time he noticed you staring at him he immediately stiffened and asked you what you were doing.

• After you explained what you were doing he told you "As long as you dont get in the way or mess with my work you can do what you want"

• When this becomes a common occurrence he barely notices when you are glancing/staring at him

• He is secretly happy that you would choose to use him as a reference for your art.

• If you were to ever give him a art piece then he will thank you. The way he thanks you may seem like he is kind of neutral towards your gift but he is actually really grateful for it and genuinely loves it.

• He would hang it either in his office or bedroom.

Mammon

• The first time he noticed he probably got sort of nervous and said something along the lines of "What are ya doing human?"

• When you tell him you are using him as a reference (either you drawing him or seeing proportions) he relaxes slightly and would probably say something like "Of course you would use the great Mammon as reference. Ya wont have to pay me this time but the next time this happens i will charge ya" he wont.

• As you continue to stare at him he will pretend to be relaxed and calm but he is so anxious because YOU are using HIM as a reference for your art. If you pay close enough attention it becomes pretty obvious he is freaking out

• After a few times of this happening he actually does start to relax when you start staring/drawing him

Leviathan

• Unlike Mammon who was trying to hide the fact he was freaking out, Levi full out panics. He is thinking of a million possibilities of why you would be staring at a 'yucky otaku like him' (his words not mine)

• You staring at him because you were using him as a reference was not one of the possibilities that crossed his mind

• He would question you why you would use him as a reference. When you say you thought he was a good reference and why not he would be skeptical and continue to question you.

•Once you convince him you genuinely want him as your reference he will stop questioning you but become a bit more anxious.

• I dont think he will ever fully get used to you staring at him when drawing but he will calm down enough to not fidget and to be able to play his games and watch his animes without glancing at you alevery five seconds

• He will ask you to draw his favorite characters. If you do he will treasure those drawings forever

Satan

• Much like Lucifer he will stiffen and ask why you are staring at him, but unlike Lucifer he will be fairly calm about it after you tell him what you are doing.

• He may ask you if you want him to do something.

• If you tell him no then he will go back to whatever he is doing (probably reading a book.... most likely it is a mystery novel)

• If you say yes he will do what you requested as long as it is within reason (like asking him to turn his head slightly)

• If you make any cat drawings/paintings (or whatever other art you do) he might ask for one

• If you give him one he will place it wherever there is space in his room

Asmodius

• He is not nervous or surprised in the slightest

• He will tease you for staring at him

• Once he finds out you are using him as a reference he will start posing for you even if you didn't ask him to.

• If you ask him to hold still and stop posing so much, he will pout and whine about it for a little but he will listen and hold still

• One way or another one of the paintings/drawings of him will be his and he will show it off

• He might have some critics if you "Didn't make him pretty enough" then again you would have to be the best artist in the world to make him look pretty enough

• Dont worry he still loves it

Beelzebub

(I dont know much about Beel so please excuse me if i get his personality wrong)

• He probably doesn't care if you are staring. He might get curious why after a while

• You would probably have to show him the drawing/painting because i dont see him asking unless he looks over your shoulder while you are drawing

• He is very supportive and loves your art

Belphegor

• He was a little irritated because you staring at him was making it hard for him to sleep

• He would ask why you were staring at him so intensely

• After you tell him he is like "okay" then trys to go back to sleep

• When it becomes a common occurrence he would wake up to you making an artwork and tiredly ask to see it.

• Sometimes it's a trap though and he pulls you onto the couch so you will take a nap with him

Barbatos

• He would calmly ask you why you were staring at him. He wouldn't be phased at all. He is asking as if he was asking you what the time is

• A simple explanation is enough for him

• Definitely wants to see the finished product almost every time

• Dont. Draw. Rats. I have warned you

• He will remind you to do your work instead of working on your art

• Will keep all of the art you give him.... EXCEPT FOR RATS! I TOLD YOU DONT GIVE HIM RAT STUFF! ARE YOU TRYING TO DIE?

• If you ask for help or critique he will give some really helpful advice and on point critique

Diavolo

• Any and every excuse to get out of work. He isn't concerned or anxious about you staring. He sees it as an opportunity to not do paperwork.

• Is VERY interested in your art. And not just because it gets him away from the work. He is also genuinely curious and wants to learn more

• I can see him just grabbing the piece you were working on and admiring it.

• You want him to pose? Sure! He would be more then happy to

• He is disappointed when Barbatos drags him away so he can finish his work

A/N: I hope you enjoyed and sorry for Beelzebub's being so short. For some reason i have a harder time writing about him. And sorry for no Solomon... at first i forgot he existed then i drew a blank when i tried to write him so....

[yoredoesmore]

Is it cool if I request Hoshina Soshiro x Fem reader but Hoshina saw the reader drawing him on her sketch book a place can be anywhere.

Ok bye!

a/n: what a cute little request! Thank you so much for submitting something ^^

pairing: Hoshina x fem!Reader

summary: reader draws her vice captain as a cat (=^･ｪ･^=)

genre: fluff/romance/comedy [wc: 1.1k ]

enjoy!

Vice Catnip Hoshina | Hoshina Soshiro

It was one of those days again, where peace and quiet consumed Tachikawa Base. Most of today's schedule consisted of training sessions and important battle discussions– two activities that did not demand your presence as Operations Sub Leader. Your workload consisted of finding new information on the Kaiju and Improving the suit's functions.

Therefore you sat in the cramped space of your office, mind trapped in a cloud of concentration. You normally felt nothing but joy when pursuing your job. Every little achievement, be it fixing a small issue or handing in a report, made the pride in your heart grow. But today that energy had left you.

You felt little to no joy nor motivation, the mere thought of picking up the next file caused you immense stress. All you wished for was to lie down on your bed and enjoy the beautiful spring weather. But your next break was hours away and the way things were looking right now, with the huge pile of papers that sat in front of you, you wouldn't be out of her before midnight.

“Ugh..if only I wasn't alone.” You sighed, hands reaching for your mechanical pencil. While thinking about what piece of work to tackle next, you dragged your pencil over a ripped piece of paper, scribbling whatever came to mind. You found out that this was quite therapeutic and helped you blow off some steam sometimes.

As you looked down to see what you created, you were met with an abstract doodle of a cat.

You smiled.

The cat was holding a fish in her hand and her mouth sat wide open to devour it. Your eyes moved across the drawn lines, with nothing in mind at first, until you realized that its teeth looked awfully familiar. Two sharp fangs, where have you seen those before..?

Almost immediately an image popped into your head, the very face of your beloved Vice Captain. It was quite absurd, comparing Hoshina to a cat, yet the more you thought about it the more the resemblance struck you– until you were fully convinced that the Vice Captain looked just like a cat.

In any normal situation you would have allowed yourself a quick laugh and move on with your duties but for some reason imagining Hoshina as a cat was quite hilarious, thus you entertained yourself further with the thought.

“The Vice Captain as a cat..what would he look like exactly?” Your hands reached for your pencil case where they pulled out an eraser. Now fully equipped you felt ready to bring your imagination to life. You scribbled and drew and erased, trying to create a perfect reflection of your mind. Twenty minutes went by without you realizing, this new activity having you in quite a hold. You were so deep in thought that you didn't even hear the door opening.

As you drew the final line a hum of satisfaction escaped your lips. Your gaze admired the art you had put on your notebook, pride shining in your eyes.

“Is that supposed to be me?”

You froze.

The pencil you were holding on so tightly only seconds ago fell out of your hands, connecting with the cold floor and the blood in your body turned to ice as you finally perceived the new presence behind you. Slowly turning your body around, you were met with the curious face of your Vice Captain.

“No.” Was the only response you found yourself being able to come up with.

“But it says Vice Catnip at the bottom, slightly inappropriate if I might add but I'll let it slide because it's a good drawing.”

Ten minutes ago you were giggling and laughing at the slightly inappropriate pun you came up with. You spend a good amount of time thinking of cat related words that would either match Vice or Captain– Vice Cat-tain would have almost made it on the paper but the pronunciation felt off.

If only you would have gone with that one.

You sat there in silence, neither of you saying anything. Hoshina patiently waited for you to explain yourself but the only thing you wished to do was take the paper and rip it into thousand little pieces.

“It's you..” You finally managed to admit. You mentally prepared yourself to get the scolding of your life. Hoshina was not the type of guy who took any type of mockery lightly but instead of teasing words, you were graced with a heartfelt laugh. The man reached his hand out to grab the paper and give it a more thorough examination.

“Please don't look at it!” Your protest fell on deaf ears as the Vice Captain dragged his eyes over every line, carefully analyzing your art work. You were no match for him either. Desperately you tried to snatch the paper out of his grip but every time you lifted your hands, Hoshina pulled away at the last second. After two minutes you simply gave up and accepted your fate.

“I'm not mad if that's what ya thinkin.” He suddenly said, returning the art piece.

“You are not..?” Your hands reached out to receive it.

“It's quite cute. Me as a cat, never imagine that.” His little laugh slightly eased the tension in the air, allowing you to relax. Placing the drawing down, you started to explain to the Vice Captain how you ended up in this situation, so that he wouldn't get the wrong idea. To your surprise, he showed quite a lot of consideration and even admitted that he liked it when his colleagues joked around like that with him.

You laughed and chatted for a little longer, until all humiliation was forgotten.

“Ya figured what cat I would be?” Hoshina suddenly asked, catching you off guard.

“Hm..let me think. Probably the type that meows really loud for no reason.”

The look Hoshina gave you was priceless. “I meant..the breed.”

What is wrong with me??

Hoshina broke out into another fit of laughter while you were trying your best not to drown in a sea of shame. This was your first time interacting with the Vice Captain in such casual way. Although you have done nothing but humiliate yourself so far, this was rather nice. It was a good distraction from work and definitely worked better than random scribbles.

Bonus:

“Come again?"

“Looking at someone's drawing without their permission is quite rude, so it's only fair..” Your voice became a mere whisper at the end, yet Hoshina still heard everything clearly.

“Only fair, huh?” A long sigh escaped his lips as he cleared his throat.

Is he actually going to..

“Meow.”

You gasped.

The look on the Vice Captains face was picture worthy. To think that he'd actually comply and meow for you, it made your heart jump.

“Vice Captain..” Kafka stood at the door, accompanied by Reno and Shinomiya. They had come by to ask Hoshina something important but were instead met with something horrifying.

“..Did you just..meow?”

“No.”

[just-jordie-things]

Hi! Can I request number 68 of the kiss prompt with Inumaki?

fuuuuck yeah good choice

68: A Hoarse Whisper "Kiss Me" ___

toge had known for a while now that his affectionate feelings for you were returned. from the way your eyes would meet from across the room, lingering a little longer than necessary before you'd share a smile and turn your attention back to whatever you were doing. or how your hand would brush against his and you'd shyly pull it away, the blush on your cheeks unavoidable.

even in the simple things your feelings were made clear, like how you'd always choose him to be your partner for projects, or training. you always sat beside him during lunch, or movie night, or in the car, and every time you'd plop your body right beside his, you'd give him that same starry-eyed smile. a sweet, silent greeting and display of your happiness to be beside him before you'd bid him good morning or hello, toge or dive right into whatever hyper fixation you were going to babble on about today, just last week it was i don't think i'll ever get over pomegranate boba.

but it seemed it was hard to get you to fully give into the affections you shared. toge had done his best, with what limited speech he had, to convince you that he shared the same romantic feelings you had. he'd push your hair behind your ear when it got in your face, he'd hug you just a few seconds longer than anyone else when returning from missions, he never shied away from your gaze, he'd text you when you looked pretty- which was often- and he'd even drawn little hearts on your hand while you were busy reading and he was bored.

and while you'd blush and giggle and your dimples would shine through when you smiled at him, you always seemed to bite your tongue. and he just couldn't have that. he needed you to know how deeply he cared about you, how badly he wanted you to be completely his.

so he took matters into his own hands and decided he would just have to pull it out of you another way.

you're walking together on a path in the woods where he knows your peers won't show up to bother you, and he decides then that this is the perfect opportunity.

and even though you're deep in conversation about your anxieties for the upcoming exchange event, his hand grasps onto yours, stopping you both in the middle of your walk, and the middle of your conversation.

he loves so much that you're able to talk with him like no one else. you not only understood him, but you seemed to pick up on his every thought and the flow of conversation never felt odd to either of you.

(unless of course he was trying to express his undying love for you, then it felt tricky. salmon salmon just didn't do the trick)

at first you seem concerned, your hand squeezing his as you study his face carefully, assuming something was wrong. but you find that he's smiling at you, and his fingers interlock between yours. you happily accept the action, blushing as his thumb strokes over the back of yours, but you're still confused at the abrupt action.

"what is it?" you ask, giggling nervously as you struggle to hold eye contact with him.

in the sunlight, his eyes appear to be the prettiest shade of purple, like wild lilac. it's easy to get lost in them.

he grins at you, flashing pearly whites as he draws you closer with a gentle but quick tug of his hand. you almost stumble, but plant your feet firmly in front of him. you're trying to fight off a rush of giggles now, your heartbeat picking up in pace and unleashing butterflies in your stomach that must be tickling you because the will to laugh is so strong you have to bite down on your lip to keep yourself from doing it.

you watch him closely, trying to decipher what he's trying to tell you with those eyes, but you're lost.

with his free hand, he hooks a finger under your chin, and now your heart is dropping with anticipation and your nervous giggles aren't to be heard.

instinctively, your eyes fall to his lips, still smiling, the marks on his face aligning with his dimples adorably. if you weren't frozen in shock you might have gently prodded your finger against one.

toge's fingers travel from your chin, skimming your jaw until he delicately traces the pad of his index finger over the seam of your lips. you're careful to remain perfectly still as he does this. you don't know what brought him to give into such an impulsive thought, but you wouldn't complain.

as his touch drags over the plushness of your lower lip and back to your chin, he whispers in a low, scratchy voice, "kiss me"

you've never felt the effects of toge's cursed speech before, and if you're being honest with yourself, as you close the space between you and slot your lips over his gently, you're not sure you're experiencing the command of his cursed technique now.

you've been told that being taken over by his voice is an abrasive feeling. that the command takes hold of our mind in such a way that everything is a haze, your will no longer your own. the sensation of being the victim of cursed speech is meant to be unpleasant, and even dizzying at times.

but it feels as though you move on your own accord, and the only dizziness and haze you feel are the welcomed cloudiness that the soft feeling of his lips and the light but musky smell of his cologne provide. everything about him wafts over your senses before flooding them completely.

you're not sure if his cursed speech had taken it's hold on you or if this was your own free will.

but you come to the conclusion that if he didn't have the cursed technique he did, and he'd still asked you to kiss him, you would have.

your hands are gentle as they lay against his jaw, and your lips are soft as you bestow him kiss after kiss, each one sweeter than the last, each one strengthening his newfound addiction to kissing you.

eventually the two of you are giggling between yourselves too much to continue, but even when you part you don't go very far. you simply hold onto one another, and bask in each other's happy glow.

"doesn't that hurt?" you murmur with concern, your fingers gently tracing over the column of his throat. "next time just signal me, or something, okay?"

toge shakes his head, easing your worry, before speaking anyways.

"kiss me again" ___

xoxo ~ jordie

[eddiezpaghetti]

Okay, so my experience with Stranger Things is a weird one.

I didn't care when it first came out, started to watch it out of "might as well" in 2020, wasn't interested in it enough to make it past S2, forgot about it outside of going "oh, hey, cool, there's a lesbian in it now, I guess," in S3, got really annoyed when "Running Up That Hill" got popular from it because it was a song I listened to on fucking loop after one of my best friends died in high school and I fully expected its appearance in the show to ignore the whole survivor's guilt theme of the song (and was very happy to learn later that it did the exact opposite of ignoring the lyrics), saw people drawing Eddie, suddenly got a lot more interested, watched just the fourth season like a fucking psychopath because I was seriously only there for Eddie, then got interested enough to start the show over properly, having mostly forgotten what I did watch of the show before.

And let me tell you something from the perspective of someone who started with the complete fourth season, who wasn't there from the start, who wasn't tainted by ship goggles or this internal battle of hope and despair, who wasn't theorizing about what the painting could be or expecting Mike and Will to kiss when Volume 2 happened or rooting for Mike and Eleven's relationship to go down in flames or whatever the fuck. Just someone who went blind into Season 4.

It's really fucking obvious that Will and Mike are gonna be endgame.

Like holy fuck. It's so fucking blatant I don't even know why people are nervous.

No sane fucking person would shoot this scene this way if they wanted the audience to care about El and Mike as a couple. Despite being all blurry in the background, Will's reaction to what's happening here is smackdab in the fucking middle, clearly showing that the important part is what's going through his head here. What he's feeling. It's like the opposite of that scene from Kingdom Hearts II where Sora and Riku reunite and Kairi just fucking vanishes into the aether while it's happening because, despite the fact that she was standing between them when the scene began, she doesn't matter to the scene, so she's just kind of gone when the camera angle changes. Will could have been behind one of their heads, or so far in the distance he blends in with the background, but he's not. He's so obvious that despite being massively blurred out, he's still the first goddamn thing you look at. What, you think that's an accident? You think he's in the middle of this dramatic fucking scene because of a mistake? He basically has a big flashing neon arrow pointing at him with "THIS IS THE POINT" being screamed through a megaphone.

And then this?

They're paired up like they're taking fucking prom pictures. Each one of these pairs is so fucking close to one another and so fucking far from everyone else. It's not, "Oh, they're standing vaguely near each other in a group shot," it's fucking Noah's Ark out here. Again, there's no way to take this as an accident. It's not just a framing issue. If they wanted to make the shot look balanced while still not hiding anyone else behind El, they would have scattered people around much more naturally. Even if they wanted to keep Nancy with Jonathan and Hopper with Joyce, there's so much room on that hill for three people to stand on El's left and three on her right. But they didn't do that. They put Mike and Will together on purpose in the most obvious way possible.

Like I get that coming up with crackpot theories is fun in and of itself and I'm not blaming anyone for having fun. I totally get the appeal of arguing a point and reaching for every stupid little thing to pull into it because it's like a game, okay? I've done that. But if you're trying to actually convince someone (whether it's someone who wants to believe or someone who's pissed at the very idea that Mike and Will could be in love), stay away from blue and yellow lights, stay away from costume design, stay away from the existence of closets in backgrounds. And don't worry about whether Mike's gay or bi when he's in love with Will either way. I'll give you a little tip about persuasion: You're only as strong as your weakest argument. Even if you've got strong stuff in there, too, the person you're trying to convince is going to dismiss anything you say as complete insanity the second you start going on an entire tangent about the shape of a character's fucking pocket.

Sometimes, clothes are just clothes. Sometimes, there's a closet in the background because it helps establish that a character is in a bedroom. Sometimes, blue and yellow are just a couple of colors that look nice together. And sure, it might be set designers and costume designers and cinematographers smirking and winking at the audience from behind the camera. But if the show was just those things, instead of those things in the context of everything else, they wouldn't be saying anything of note.

But this?

This tells a story all on its own. Someone with no context can look at this and automatically assume that each paired person is standing with someone they care about deeply, seeking comfort as they watch some sort of disaster unfold. And yeah, romantic couples usually come in twos, and we live in an amatonormative society, so that's going to be the first association anyone makes seeing a bunch of people paired off.

It's the same reason you look at this

And go, "Oh..."

"Those two are probably a couple."

And I genuinely don't understand how people could have watched S4 Vol. 2 and gotten scared. Because as someone who went in with no investment whatsoever, I just looked at these two--

--and went, "Oh, those two are a couple. Good for them." And I moved on. Shut up about the trees for five seconds and just see the forest for what it is.

Oh, and if you're still nervous? Little thing from a storyteller here: You don't leave a hanging thread like "Will confessed his romantic feelings for Mike by projecting them onto El, but Mike either didn't understand or at least didn't say he understood," without coming back to that later. That's Chekov's gun hanging on the wall, babes. It's gonna fire at some point. If Mike was going to reject Will's feelings, if they weren't relevant, they would have had that discussion in Argyle's van. There'd be no reason to leave you in suspense.

[dontbelasagnax]

Ok fine! You’ve convinced me! I’ll learn how to draw specifically so I can draw codywan kissing, you’ve spread your gospel successfully

…

How do you draw tho fr cuz I can doodle like, funky lookin birds but people is fully out of my depth send help

AAAA HELL YEAHHHH!!!!! LET'S GOOOO!!!!!

You've opened a can of worms asking me for art advice so *cracks knuckles* buckle up.

I sort of (only a little bit) use the Loomis method for easy head drawing. Here is a playlist of YouTube videos by Proko. Highly, highly recommend that channel for your art tutorial needs!

I start with a circle. For side profiles, I draw a line down the side of the circle to determine where the features will sit upon. I draw a triangular shape to mark where the orbital socket is. Around the middle point of the circle is where the jawline ends and the ear begins so draw a line there. There are proportion rules which are good guidelines when starting out in art but since I've been doing this my entire life, I have a feel for things and just wing it. That's to say, I put in a line implying the jaw based on vibes.

Next, I draw the eyebrows and brow ridge. Then the nose. I find I majorly base my proportions on this area so if anything is off, it throws the rest of the face off.

Then I draw the lips and chin... or in Obi-Wan's case, his beard. I will mark in his sideburns and hairline as well. Now, about ears: generally the top of the ear begins right around the top of the eyebrow and stops at the base of the nose. At this point I like to draw his eye, define the cheekbone, and refine the eyebrow. I'll finish scribbling in hair and that's it!

(Cody is much the same but I forgot to take useful progress pics 😂)

Extended Art Advice 👇

Tip #1: Draw lightly. Do not ever grip your pencil tight. This only leads to pain. You will notice I didn't erase at all. This is partly because I know what marks to make because I've done it a million times before and also because my lines are soft enough I can make lots of them and choose to deepen the ones that work.

Tip #2: Practice, practice, practice. Artistic skill is just loads and loads of accumulated knowledge and muscle memory from practice. This sounds boring but, in reality, you should make it fun.

Tip #3: Draw from observation/USE REFERENCE! The only reason I can get away without using reference when I'm feeling lazy is because I've drawn the same things over and over enough times it stuck. Aka I did lots of practice.

Now, to combine all these tips together, let's talk about how to use reference and how to make practice fun.

Reference is a huge aid when drawing at any point in your art journey. But I've found that in order to learn from what you're looking at, you need to think critically.

You obviously have something you want to draw. Reference helps you with that. You'll start out trying to draw what you see. Eventually you will run into an obstacle where you've messed up and things aren't looking good. This is to be expected. Every time this happens, think about what isn't working and find solutions with your reference. Analyze your subject to find your answers. Draw it again. Do not be afraid of failure. Each time you fail, you must look for a solution and this will lead you closer to your goal. This is how you grow as an artist.

I know, it sounds dreadfully boring and like a shit ton of work. It is a lot of work but you can make it fun! You love Obi-Wan and Cody so make Pinterest boards of Ewan McGregor and Temuera Morrison. Whatever you want to practice (may that be eyes, mouths, hands, hair, the face as a whole, etc) draw them. Ever hear tracing is bad? Fuck that. It's a perfectly valid tool to help you learn. If you're drawing digitally, pull up your reference in the art program of your choice, lower the opacity a little, make a new layer and trace what you see. I honestly find tracing to be very hard so when I've done this, I prefer to try to find shapes that will aid me when I'm actually drawing. If you're drawing traditionally, you can print out the photo and trace over it with a tracing paper or use a lightbox. You can also up the brightness on your computer screen and tape a piece of paper and trace that way.

Photos aren't the only references you can use! You can always look to your favorite artists' work and try to figure out how they do it. Often artists will break things down into more easily digestible shapes that will help you better understand how things work. Remember, if you ever copy or trace someone's art, it is for learning purposes only and you shouldn't post it. Feel free to take elements of people's art that you like and put your own spin on it though. For instance: I really love how this one artist draws men's tits so I studied a bunch of their art and now I'm much better at drawing them.

Oh and did you think you only get practice in while studying? Wrong! There's no reason you should shy away from trying to make the art you really want just because your skills aren't the most refined. Spoiler alert: you will grow the most when you push yourself out of your comfort zone. Draw codywan kissing. Draw it really enthusiastically and through profuse swearing and gritted teeth... but never a clenched hand. Don't hold back from the fun stuff just because it's hard. Aim high, land low, and shoot even higher next time.

In the beginning it will be especially frustrating. You'll feel like everything you make is a failure and nothing works out. You'll feel like you're not making any progress. Trust me, you are making progress and I believe in you.

If something really isn't working out and you find yourself growing distressed, take a break. It might last an hour or a week. Just take the break. Don't push it. Come back with fresh eyes and less stress. We all have days where nothing comes out right. Sometimes I can't even draw anything resembling a human face. It's okay. Whisper-yell expletives at your artwork and take the break. It will be okay.

With all that said, happy drawing and even happier codywan kissing!! 🧡💋🩵

[helsensm]

Hi, loved your art rendition of white haired Raiden. I know the white hair is due to the winter themed season that's happening in the game, but I can't help but think that sweet summer boy gets the fully white hair treatment due to ✨trauma✨. Like, he nearly dies or whatever and the outcome in saving Raiden is that he obtains the white hair he once possessed in the previous timeline. Can imagine Liu Kang getting silently fucked up emotionally about this as he starts to fear that the old timeline is slowly bleeding into the new Raiden and starts to contemplate the possibility of neutering Raiden if he starts to fall down the same rage-filled path that the previous Raiden went through.

Hi~

Oh no-no-no, we are on a same wavelength here! 🤝 I can't speak for Novice, but I was drawing my white haired Raiden with the intent that Something Happened™ (to be honest, I completely forgot about the frozen skins, besides the cool hair on everybody and a few tats it didn't struck me sm :'D) That's also why he would be self-conscious about his new color for a while, since it would be a reminder of The Thing™. Kung Lao would have to work double time to comfort and convince him that he looks hot "it's just hair" and the most important thing is that he's all right (but is he?.. 👀)

Liu Kang would definitely freak out, especially after what happened to Kenshi. Someone's interfering with the timelines again, or is it the fact than some things are "meant to be"?.. He would watch closely after Raiden, and I would say, Raiden's not going to like that. 😏

also imagine his hair glowing in the dark aajhhhh

[mychoombatheroomba]

Only You

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 25

Leon seeks some comfort in you.

This chapter is 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 18+ only please!

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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CW: oral sex (Reader receiving), semi-public sex

Leon wasted no time. Nearly as soon as the two of you find the blind spot of the cameras, Leon’s lips were on your own, his hands on your body. Kissing desperately, and you kissed back just the same. You knew then that he didn’t want to stop at kissing. 

Neither did you. 

It had been little over a week since that first night, maybe, but those days had stretched on and on, and the two of you had been cautious. Though, now, something told you that Leon didn’t care so much about caution right now.  

You had been the one in turmoil, last time. You had been the one to let your passions push you past sense. Now, though, as you felt his lips seek out your neck, kissing just above the collar of your uniform, you found some nerves plaguing you. Because someone saw you that first time, and you’d been lucky enough that Valeria seemed content to let the two of you carry on. That didn’t make this safe. Didn’t make it smart. 

But Leon was smiling now when he hadn’t been before, and that was enough to convince you.

How easily this man could unravel you . . .

His mouth was at your throat, now, his arms around you. He’d become so strong, his embrace like iron. You could feel him holding you against him like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. But you weren’t going anywhere. Whatever made him feel the way he was feeling, you wanted to make it better. But you knew you couldn’t waste time, either so you started to undo his belt . . .

Only for his hands to stop you. 

You looked at him, confused, but Leon just pulled back and shook his head. “I went first last time,” he explained simply, quietly. Part of you wanted to protest that, this time, he’d been the one that had a rough day. That he was upset this time and needed relief. But you were also fully aware that when you were the one battling your own shadows, you had been the one to sink to your knees and draw whispered moans from him. 

And Leon was a lot more selfless than you were. 

So you weren’t surprised when he kissed your neck again, open-mouthed, and hot. He reached for your own belt, then, and you knew what was coming. Craved it. 

“I want to do this for you,” he whispered against your skin, and you sighed, careful to keep quiet. His voice had changed over these months, just as his body had. He sounded steadier these days. More certain. With you, though . . . you could still hear that rookie recruit’s softness. The quiet adoration he had for you. Another thing for you to fear - and another fear for you to ignore, in this moment as he looked at you through the dark. “Can I?” 

Ever the gentleman. Even when you could feel his need for you. 

So, you nodded. 

“Show me what you got, pretty boy,” you grinned, your voice low and wanting, and you loved the way he hummed softly at the nickname. You loved that you could get that reaction from him. That you got to see him like this. Only you. 

And only he got to see the way your breath hitched when he got the belt undone. Your pants open. “Let me take care of you,” he said the words like he needed to do this, or he’d crumble. Then his hand was there, pressed between your legs, moving slowly and carefully - you can tell by the way he hummed that he loves the feeling of it. The feeling of you. He mouthed at your neck, his hand continued with that pace, and you could tell that he wanted to take his time with this. That he wanted to worship you.

It’s a risk you couldn't take. 

So you pushed your hips against his hand. Back and forth. And when he didn’t take the hint, you gripped the hair at the back of his head. He swallowed back a groan as you whispered a command. 

“Faster.” 

He didn't need to be told twice, and his hand picked up the pace, his strokes coming faster, but his kisses were still gentle. Passionate. He kissed down a ways, towards your collarbone, just barely visible over the collar of the T-shirt you’re wearing. The chain of your dog tags was pinned between your skin and his lips for a moment, just as his fingers found just the right spot, and you couldn’t tell which action made you shiver more. You had to bite your lip, breathing hard through your nose as you felt the need building up in you. 

“That’s it,” you murmured, your breath hot against his hair. 

He was so caught up in what he’s doing he didn't realize you’d slid your own hand between his legs until it was pressing up against him, and then he exhaled against your skin. Your name left him in a quiet gasp, like he wanted to protest that you don’t need to do this for him.

But you did. 

You needed it as much as he did. 

And you believed in efficiency. 

So the two of you set a quick pace against each other, hands sliding over warm flesh. His lips found yours again and his kiss was perhaps the softest thing you’ve ever experienced, even with the desperation behind it. Then that kiss traveled downwards again, and you shook your head. 

“You’re greedy.” 

“I know,” he answered, and pushed your pants down a few inches. 

You couldn’t reach where you wanted from where he was now kneeling on the ground in front of you, and you got the feeling that was intentional. That he was set on making this all about you and only you. 

He trailed kisses across your hip, then down, and your mouth hung open as his mouth found where you needed him most. 

Oh god, his mouth.

His tongue. 

He’d always been good with both, but this? You’d underestimated him that first night, and since then you’d been trying to recall the exact details of that moment when his mouth met your flesh. And now . . . the memories didn’t do it justice. 

Your hand twisted in his hair, silently guiding him as you focused on not making a sound. Torn between needing this to be quick and wanting it to drag on forever. 

Leon understood the urgency, though, and his hands joined in the effort, touching everywhere his mouth couldn’t go. He licked and kissed and your heart sped up until you were sure it was going to break through your ribs. You wanted to throw your head back, to enjoy it, but you kept your eyes downward, fixed on the outline of him kneeling in front of you. There wasn’t much of a moon that night. No silver beams to bathe Leon in a soft glow as he lavished you. But you knew he was there, and that was enough. He hummed around and against you as you pulled his hair, guiding him. Whispering praises to him so soft he might not even be able to hear them. He just kept going, his lips never leaving you, his hands caressing you so gently. So lovingly. Then he sucked your tender flesh into his mouth, and you were a goner.

Staggered breaths and a voiceless moan left you, and you pressed his head further between your legs as you reached your end. Some part of you knew that you should have been keeping a lookout. Paying attention to your surroundings. But all you could see, even in the black of night, was him. 

“God, Leon,” you whispered at last, watching as he went on kissing you until it was over. 

But you had to move fast. 

So you hoisted him up carefully, hands on his arms, and pressed him against the wall again. 

“My turn.” 

It didn’t take long. 

Your touches had already worked him up, and with whatever frustrations he’d felt following his talk with the Major, he came apart when you took him in your mouth again. 

He managed to keep quiet again, but for the whispered moan he made of your name, and you felt it wash over you like a cool wave. Then, after a moment to collect yourselves, the two of you sat against the wall, side by side, staring out into the darkness. 

“You wanna tell me what happened now?” You finally asked, and Leon’s head slumped forward. 

“That would ruin the moment.” 

That was a no, then. 

Another moment of silence passed, and you knew that the two of you would have to go soon. That even being caught there together without your hands in each other’s pants wouldn’t look good. 

And yet, the two of you lingered. 

“Did you choose this?” Leon’s voice finally cut through the quiet, and you looked over at him. Your confusion didn’t last long before he elaborated. “STRATCOM. This training.” 

There was more confusion, then. A question that brought more questions. 

And then it brought a sense of horror because you realized all too soon what that question implied. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I did.” They’d offered a chance at revenge, and you’d taken it.

Leon wasn’t the type to want revenge, though. That wasn’t why he was here. 

“Did you?” 

Leon was quiet for a moment, and you had your answer before he even spoke it. “No.” 

You’d known. In so many ways, you’d always known. Hearing it, though, made you angry. Angry at the faceless, nameless people in power that had put Leon in the line of fire. The ones who looked at what had befallen your base, your friends, and hadn’t done enough in response. Not until Raccoon City. Not until Leon’s life and the lives of countless others had been ruined. 

“But I’m here now,” Leon resolved, because he was strong. You knew it. He wouldn’t weep for what had been taken from him. He would press on. 

“And you’re not alone.” 

Your words were so quiet, you were almost afraid he wouldn’t hear them. But he turned towards you, then, and you knew he gave you a soft smile in the night. 

“Neither are you.”

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A/N: Because they are everything.

Song choice for this chapter (and honestly for Sarge and Leon in general) is "De Selby Part 2" by Hozier, because these lads would do anything for each other, even if they won't admit it.

[heartfullofleeches]

Spill

Immortal Male Yan + G.N Criminal Reader

Summary: You kidnapped him to get some information about a shared friend, but he won't give in so easily

Warnings: Sadomasochism themes, violence, slightly suggestive scene

Good little Silas.

Always keeps every word someone says to him.

It's his job afterall - one no-one else in the entire world could full. You see, Silas knew the secrets of a lot of dangerous people. The type of series others would die, or even kill for. Why would these people trust a scrawny, pathetic looking guy like him? It's simple really. He has a bigger secret than all of them combined.

He couldn't die.

It was really hard to convince his boss of his usefulness at first. His buddies put a bullet through his skull and tossed him into the trash out back before he could demonstrate himself. Didn't even buy him dinner before hand. Assholes. Coming back after having his brains splattered on his soon to be employer's did wonders for his credibility. He was mostly used as a living meat shield early on, but with his resilience to wounds and the pain they may cause his boss become more relaxed around him. He had proven worth plus is anyone ever caught wind of their ties and kidnapped him Silas would never saw a thing. He was the perfect lapdog.

After that he pretty much became an outlet for everyone's tales. From little white lights to infidelity, murder, and every other sin in the book. Sweet Silas would do his to lean an ear and give input when requested. By the end of the year Silas had enough information to get everyone involved arrested, murdered, or whatever else might happen if he let any details slip. He could easily save the lives of innocent people, but he had a bigger prey to catch than the fleeting high of justice.

After all, a good boy might go to the police, and he was no good boy.

-

Silas greedily gulps down tablespoons of water as the glass clacks against his teeth.

"Feeling better?"

"Mhm..."

A backhand soars across his face.

"Good."

Silas' head hangs at an awkward angle from the force, red stained saliva dribbling down his lips. He bite into the lower one to avoid making a sound. Normally he'd hold his captor to the same standards as his friends in regards to filling his stomach with something other than water before smacking him around, but this was no ordinary kidnapper. They were intoxicating, threatening, the exact type of person he'd love to...

Ugh, he's getting carried away again.

Best not to do that while he's still playing an innocent victim, especially in front of his Doll. Just a single week before his employment, Silas fell in love. The culprit of his stolen heart was a crook committing another robbery that night, the two's paths crossed in an alley behind the bank. No questions asked, his future spouse stabbed him directly in his chest before they fled the scene. That boldness almost made them an optional playmate, but that hint of guilt in their eyes swept him off his feet. Researching them only made him fall madder in love. He would do anything to have them.

"I don't want to hurt you. Just tell me code to his safe and I'll let you go.

Facing away, Silas is fully able to roll his eyes. At least threaten his life if he speaks while you're at it.

"Please... I really don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a waiter!" He fights in his restraints and sobs with wide eyes, hoping to sell the act anc draw attention away from his lower body. Pitching a tent right in front of his doll on their first meeting was rather embarrassing. You snarl as you pick up your knife.

"Just tell me what I want to know!"

You're so pretty when you scream. Silas can't wait for his turn to play. He holds it isn't too long so he can take a picture of his wounds and mirror them on you so you'll have matching scars. Sure he'll have to redo his now and then, but the photos you take at your wedding won't know that.

You ghost the blade down along his neck. Silas swallows to feel its point and prevent himself from choking on the blood collecting in his mouth. He wants to act just a little longer - but you're making it so hard teasing him like that. He repeats his scripted moto in his head like a pray as you drag the knife down his chest.

Scream. Cry. Scream. Cry. Ah-

Your eyes grow to the size of dinner plates as the tiny moan sounds within the empty room. It's not a whimper you're used to, but one of pure unadulterated lust. "Did.. you just."

No going back now. So much for that.

"Guess I just can't help it, Dolly. You're too fucking irresponsible. I know you wanna hurt me, but since I love you so much I wanna let you in on a little secret. You can hurt me, but you can't kill me. Break me apart if you don't believe me. I'll be back tomorrow to take what's mine."

You step back as he erupts into a fit of shrill laughter. "That bastard- Always hiring the freaks. I can't believe he ditch me for someone like you."

His laughter stops. That's a secret his boss never shared with him. That old fuck would've been dead long before then if he had.

"Ohh, did he do something to hurt you? That changes everything. I'll give you whatever you want to know down to his house code if you let me have first cut."

"Why would you help me?"

"I already told you, Doll." Silas stands up and drops the cuffs to the ground, dislocated bones bopping back into place as he flexes. "I love ya, and I'm gonna make sure whoever's hurt you pays. Got this job just to help you out anyway. Issue is if you want me to spill the beans without a few dates first you gotta spilling my guts on the floor as my spit spills down your pretty throat."

[your-local-crypt1d]

HEYYYYYYYYYY I heard that YOU like Jornoth? If that is true, then me too. :D

Also any headcannons? (That I may or many not draw)

AHHH YES I DO!! I don't have many headcanons but here are some I've thought about them (more so to do with my fix-it au)

Xornoth and Joey actually first met when they were kids! A ~13-year-old Joey had wandered too far from home and ran into some illegal smugglers who wanted to kidnap him and use his feathers for whatever purposes

similarly, Xornoth had just run away from home to train with Exor and saw what was going on. They hadn't fully been corrupted just yet and still held onto a bit of their morality.

Cue Fight For Me from Heathers: The Musical, where Xornoth absolutely kicks those smugglers' asses and Joey watches from a distance absolutely smitten by the strange purple-haired elf boy

Yes, that entire idea was inspired by Fight For Me

To me, Xornoth was a sort of patient 0 when it comes to the corruption, and their demonic appearance was just a very late-stage appearance. So when they meet again so many years later, Joey doesn't recognise Xornoth.

Being a patient 0 of the corruption also means that they were essentially possessed by Exor. So while Xornoth absolutely did fall in love with Joey, and very occasionally pushed against Exors possession to express this, Exor didn't allow them to show it.

Joey made them promise rings during this time, and while Joey wore his 24/7, Xornoth made sure to hide theirs well so Exor wouldn't force them to destroy it

Once Xornoth becomes uncorrupted, they very quickly find the ring and put it back on, even if they're convinced Joey wouldn't love them anymore now they both aren't evil.

As corrupted villains, Jornoth is the most toxic Yaoi couple ever, as normal uncorrupted people, they're more like awkward teenagers trying to figure out how serious relationships work. Joey definitely has a lot more experience, but Xornoth being possessed so young doesn't have much besides what Exor would do with Joey.

I feel like that's an important distinction to make, most of what "Xornoth" and Joey would do as a couple while corrupted was just Exor puppeting Xornoth. So as themself, they don't really know what to do.

I don't think Joey would mind, though. They're starting afresh now, and watching "Big Bad Demon Xornoth" splutter and apologise is utterly adorable to him

Joey is such an attention whore btw, he's always flopping himself on Xornoths lap like a cat and demanding kisses and cuddles from them. Joey is just an overgrown cat, really, and Xornoth is his person.

That being said, Joey definitely doesn't look down on Xornoth though, or up to them like he did while corrupted. They're equals now.

Height wise though, Joey is still forced to look up.

Absolutely no one trusted Joey and Xornoths "new" relationship to go well at all until they saw how easily flustered Xornoth was, like even the tiniest of praises from Joey makes them go red. Which of course means Joey sings their praises in front of everyone so Xornoth turns into a tomato

I think, surprisingly for some, Scott would be the first to change his mind. He's definitely not over the trauma of it all but he knows consciously Joey and Xornoth are good now, and from what he's seen Joey isn't a bad boyfriend for his sibling, so Scott doesn't mind.

Unfortunately for Joey, Shrub is one of the last people to believe Xornoth really is good now.

And that's kind of it really, I hope something here inspired you to draw! And I can't wait to see it :D

[glitch-pep]

BIG thank you/shout-out to @beesofink for helping me with the design of this oc, Bee came up with the fanny pack! 🩵

CJ Intro

[Character info is under the cut.]

CJ is a character that would be introduced in a hypothetical Season 3 of Making Fiends, as Charlotte's older brother who, unknowingly as to what's going on in Clamburg due to not receiving any letters or calls from his grandma or sister since Vendetta doesn't allow it outside of Clamburg, moved to Clamburg after finally being done with, according to Charlotte, "Space Camp".

CJ has the same happy and optimistic attitude that both of his other family members have, but unlike Charlotte, he's fully aware about Vendetta's intentions. Instead of telling her about it or trying to convince her of the truth, for the sake of Charlotte's fragile heart, he decided to play along with the situation, while making sure that everyone and especially Charlotte, survive Vendetta's traps.

He usually does this throughout coming up with some sorta plan, that usually seems like utter nonsense that won't work at first.

He keeps the most random of objects in his fanny pack, some useful others nonsensical. It's an ongoing gag that he pulls out objects out of it that wouldn't realistically fit into it, or the exact random object that is needed at that moment.

For the residents of Clamburg his arrival was first met with, "There's two of them now??" but eventually people grew to appreciate his efforts, making him well liked by almost everyone.

To lighten up the mood, he often says dad jokes and puns that are silly enough as to where they can at least put a smile on your face if nothing else. Sometimes he's also the "straight" man for whatever kinda shenanigans Charlotte is up to.

The main gag regarding his character is that he's a pretty normal guy reacting to this very weird town, who doesn't know any better besides just rolling with whatever new anomaly he sees today.

A giant red cat just casually sitting there? Alright I guess that's a thing now good to know.

His optimism is seemingly endless, he always finds at least something to be happy about no matter how bad the situation, but he never makes it up.

Still, not everything goes according to plan.

Not every joke lands.

He has a bit of a "saying things he didn't mean to say out loud out loud" problem.

Some social interactions can get pretty awkward when he runs out of ideas.

Vendetta obviously doesn't like him and subjects him to the things SHE finds funny out of spite since he's breaking the "No jokes." rule and probably many other rules. Usually him getting hurt in some way.

His luck generally ain't the best, he tends to get hurt on sheer accident, hence why he always has bandages on random areas of his body. Another gag would be that he gets hit with Vendetta's attacks even if they couldn't have logically hit him of all people in the room.

But, hey. He has to make the most of it since he's not getting out of the town anytime soon, so he gets up and keeps on a smile, for everyone's, and especially Charlotte's sake.

And now that he's finally here again, new hijinks shall ensue!

Here's the transparent versions of the drawings:

[m00ngbin]

@sorribu This is just gonna be for two of my Mob Psycho ocs right here because I didn’t realize how much I’d written for them LMAOO. This was NOT proofread so it probably sounds funny

I don't even have names picked out for either of them yet but I could tell you anything and everything else lmao. They are best friends (kind of) (they're doomed)

Ok so it's two girls, they both go to the highschool Tome ends up going to in the epilogue and the reigen manga. They don't like KNOW know Tome, they're just kinda in the background for the most part, but I think that they would at least talk at some point because of shared interests (sort of)

Ok so the first girl: she is like fully convinced that she's a psychic. Like she thinks that she's clairvoyant, (she’s just a really luck guesser), and telekinetic. She's not, but she’s completely, 100% convinced that she is. She has a loud personality and she likes the attention being known as an esper gives her, and to kind of reflect that in her design I'm going to give her a fashion style that stands out. She would be a gyaru or something else that's really flashy. She's not very in tune with her friend's or other people's emotions, she's totally unaware of/doesn't pay attention to how other people feel, but like despite that she is genuinely really nice. She’s just overbearing and insensitive. She's really charismatic and outgoing and she could be super popular if she wanted to be, but she chooses to mainly stick around the other girl instead

The other girl actually IS an esper. She's similar to Mob in the way that she also doesn't want to stand out, but it's for different reasons. She just wants to get by without drawing too much attention to herself, it's not like a traumatized thing. She’s socially anxious. I haven't really thought TOO much about her design, but I want her to look like any random person. Except for her hair. It's going to be dark brown, BUTTT I want it to be kinda choppy ecause at one point she got sick of her hairstyle and the gyaru girl wanted to help give her a haircut. But. It didn't turn out the way they wanted it to. IT DOESNT LOOK BAD OR ANYTHING, it's just an unusual style (to the psychic girl’s dismay).

Anyways so how they met and why the gyaru girl thinks she's an esper are the same. The gyaru girl was just doing whatever the fuck (haven't decided what yet) but somehow something was gonna hit her and she realized just a little too late and threw her hands up like you do when something is flying at you. And suddenly BOOM. It stops right in front of her.

The esper girl is like sitting in the background stopping whatever it is from hitting her, and the gyaru girl is surrounded by people so everyone starts freaking the fuck out. Like OH MY GOD DID YOU JUST STOP THAT WITH YOUR MIND?? WHAT THE HELL HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?? WHATS GOING ON??? And so the esper girl lets go of the thing and it falls to the ground in front of the other girl. She runs over to the gyaru and she's like "omg are you ok?" And yeah obvi the gyaru is fine but she's like. "DID YOU SEE WHAT I JUST DID?? WAS THAT ME? WHAT" And remember how the esper girl doesn't really want to stand out? She knows that if people know about her psychic powers, she'll probably get attention for it. And she figures that the gyaru girl and everyone else thinking that it's the GYARU that has powers, they'll leave her alone. She’s a good cover.

So yeah the esper girl starts trying to get closer to the gyaru girl and they end up becoming friends, but since the gyaru has such a big personality and everyone thinks that they saw her stop the whatever with her mind, the gyaru ends up getting MORE attention and she starts showing off. So the esper has to cover for this girl without her knowing, and at first she's happy to do it because it means people will leave her alone. And they become really close and really codependent. The gyaru doesn't know that she needs the other girl to cover for her, she's just dependent on her bc yk. Kinda toxic highschool attachments. It's her best friend and they're like really attached to each other. Like hanging out all the time, rarely go anywhere without each other, (potentially!!) in love with each other (they have no idea).

Anyways at some point, after YEARS of this, the esper girl gets kind of sick of covering for the gyaru. It’s taking a lot of effort and she’s frustrated and she feels used. But since the gyaru is unaware of the way other people feel and the esper doesn't really have the guts to bring it up, it just continues and the esper starts getting a little bit bitter, because the gyaru girl Is using her, whether she knows it or not.

I want to make it clear that everything that happens is both of their's and nobody's fault. Communication is important and there is none, their entire relationship was started on a lie that technically benefitted both and neither of them at the same time, and it's highschool so shit's fucked. It’s mainly the psychic’s fault for lying in the first place, and the other girl has no idea, but the other girl is also insensitive and overbearing and she likes showing off more than she needs to.

At some point another esper, who I guess had been watching this happen for a while, comes up to the esper girl and they're like, "hey dude, I know you're covering for her, you should stop doing that and let everyone know that it's you. You have to come clean sometime anyways, this can't last forever." And the esper girl is like, ykw, I’m sick of covering for her, and being nearby her popularity has helped me get over my crippling social anxiety a little bit. I like what she has, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be known.

(I have to work on her reasoning a little bit) But yeah she gets sick of being (unintentionally) used, and she's probably under the impression that the gyaru knows what's happening at least a little bit

In front of a bunch of people she confronts the gyaru and shows off her powers for herself and stops helping cover for her. And since the gyaru had been under the impression that she WAS an esper for YEARS, she starts getting pissed because she can't understand what's going on, because wdym she doesn't really have powers? Wdym her best friend has been lying to her for literal years? Wdym their entire friendship was built on a lie that she wasn't even aware of? Wdym her AN ENTIRE PORTION OF HER SENSE OF SELF has been completely destroyed? (She puts too much of her sense of self into the idea that she’s an esper). And what do you mean everyone now thinks that she's been intentionally lying to them and tricking them because her best friendfinally confessed/confronted her in front of the ENTIRE SCHOOL

Ok so at this point, esper girl has been semi subconsciously putting all the blame on the gyaru, because shouldn't she have known? Ofc the esper's not going to blame herself, why would she? (She's trying to protect herself from feeling super guilty about it, because deep down she knows that she was wrong, but she doesn't want to face that. She's been hurt and it's kind of her fault) But now she's realizing "wait.. did she really NOT know that she was using me? Did I do this for no reason?” So now she's feeling guilty, but remember, she doesn't want to acknowledge that all of this started because of HER lie and a misunderstanding. So she pushes that away and doubles down on calling the gyaru out.

The other girl is humiliated. She feels betrayed. I want to have something with her design visually deflating after this point. Because before that she's visually bold and confident, and now her sense of self has been thrown out the window and her best friend APPARENTLY isn’t really her best friend. She's been hurt like this in front of the entire school and now she has no one. She runs off and doesn't show up anywhere for a while.

In the meantime, the esper is getting a lot of attention from all of this. She's getting what she wanted, right? WRONG. She misses her friend and deeply regrets what she did. But she's still pushing that away because why? SHE HATES FEELING RESPONSIBLE. (Boooo 👎👎)

The esper girl is quickly rising in popularity, and she starts just trying to drink it in and forget about what happened, but eventually she and the gyaru run into each other (I think I'm gonna have it be at a convenience store lmao). Like late into the night. The gyaru is just there picking up snacks and an energy drink before she goes home.

The gyaru. Kinda looks like shit. So before all this, she had super curly blonde hair that she kept in a slicked back ponytail. She has a lot of hair. Obviously it's bleached, and at this point you can see her roots starting to come in. (because she had been due for a maintenance appointment at a salon like a week before the meeting because of her roots, but she didn't feel like there was a point). Before this, her design is colorful and really awesome, but now it's just dull and sad. There's no effort going into anything. Like think pinkie pie when she gets sad, except her hair doesn’t get less curly, it just gets less poofy and deflates.

The esper girl's design will have obviously gotten a lot bolder, she'll have started standing out more, but there'll be obvious cracks in her new persona. Eye bags poorly covered by concealer, hair still choppy and kinda messy, her posture still slips into the unconfident position that it was before, etc.

Anyways the gyaru girl sees the esper and just pays and dashes out of there. The esper feels all the guilt she had stored up inside of her start to bubble up and flow over, so she chases the gyaru to try to apologize. She does but they get into a huge fight, and the roles are sort of reversed now, now the GYARU is the one confronting the ESPER in public. Or I guess as public as it gets because it’s super late at night atp. The esper girl ends up telling her everything she feels and how sorry she is. They end up making up but they're never the same, they stay distant and apart.

Things are awkward, they start trying to avoid each other. Eventually they reconnect more and become friends again but there's still that distance. The gyaru never Really knew the esper and the whole thing gives her issues with trust. She also kind of hates herself for not realizing how the esper felt the whole time and tries to overcompensate in her new relationships with other people, and the esper just wallows in guilt and self hatred and pity. Like she finally acknowledges that it was her fault for lying, but she doesn't deal with it and understand it the way she should, so while she does feel sorry for what she did, she also feels really sorry for herself.

Anyways they drift apart after highschool, but if I want to be nice and undoom them, they officially meet again when they're like. Just out of college and they're finally able to work through everything that happened, but I like the doomed forever idea more

[misc-obeyme]

"you and mammon are clearly made for each other" 🥹 🥹 excuse me while i go sob, that's so sweet

I really should start writing! I keep daydreaming scenes and the whole thing plays out in my head, but I never put it to paper. It's just rattling around (also I saw a tiktok saying that not everything you draw has to be with the intention of becoming a finished piece, and I've been having SO MUCH FUN sketching today.)

Like today, I got a tiktok about Orpheus and eurydice that really stuck with me. And there's the whole debate of whether or not you'd turn around if you were in their shoes. And I was imagining the brothers reaction to it, and probably some of them saying they could make it with ease if it was for MC (i think Mammon and Lucifer would argue they could, and maybe Satan or Beel would be the one to say they might turn around)

"Do y'all really think you could make it? His love for her was his reason and his undoing."

"C'mon! It can't be that hard, right? Ya just gotta follow the Great Mammon, I'd lead ya outta danger easy peasy! No turning back required."

"But think about it, Mammon. Can you? Could you hear me behind you, and never feel torn by wanting to take a peek? Could you trust that I'd follow you anywhere? You know you can, you know that I would, but you would still want to see for yourself. The anxiety would be eating me away."

"But it means both of us getting out if I don't peek! If it was for you, I'm sure I could do it... I just have to keep going. Ain't it that simple?"

"Honestly, if I was in his shoes, and I heard you speak my name, I'd have to drop to my knees to resist what's now become second nature. And even then, I'm not sure I'd make it. I would turn around, I would need to make sure you're okay...Think about it, Orpheus loved her too much, so he turned. I would turn around if it was you behind me-... *Coughs* Uh, anyway... That's how I see it..."

"...Did you just-" -Satan

"WOW WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME, I THINK I FORGOT SOME HOMEWORK, NIGHT GUYS!"

"it's 5:00 pm??" - Mammon, who is trying to figure out wtf happened and why i ran off

and this is how i would be accidentally confessing i was in love with mammon. because god knows i would deny my feelings to hell and back in the beginning!! (I'm pretty sure I'm ALSO a tsundere unfortunately 😭)

anyway, who do you think would/wouldn't turn around? do you think Barbatos would? Solomon?

- ✨ anon

Yo, I'm just calling it like I see it!

I just find that it helps to get the ideas out somehow! That could be writing or drawing or whatever you like! I think most creating is like that, too - you can do a lot without necessarily having to completely finish it! I'm glad you've been sketching a bunch!

BAH that is the CUTEST confession ever???

Especially if he doesn't get it lolol classic Mammon right there.

Oh NO two tsunderes falling for each other!?! It's okay, slow burns are great lol. Though it'd be one of those situations where everybody else is fully aware that you're both in love with each other and they're just like siiiigh these two. That's so cute, though!

Let's see, who would turn?

I don't think Barbatos would. I think part of what caused Orpheus to turn around was that he didn't believe Eurydice was actually behind him. He didn't trust the gods and like... who can blame him? Greek gods do all kinds of crazy shit all the time.

But Barbatos? He'd know. He'd know somehow if MC was behind him. Not only that, but there's no way anybody would trick him. I think if they did, they'd unlock Murderous Barb in two seconds flat and I'm convinced that guy could kill a god if he wanted to. He's a very patient demon, but he won't stand being tricked over something like that. You do that, you forfeit your life. Possibly being dragged to the infamous dungeon even.

It'd be harder for Solomon. He just doesn't have the same kind of all-knowing master of time nonsense that Barb has. I feel like he'd be more on par with Orpheus, if older and wiser due to the whole immortality thing.

To be honest, I kinda see Solomon being the one to do the tricking. Like I don't think he'd just accept a deal like that. I don't think he'd trust it. So he'd either try to negotiate for something he does feel okay with or he'd use his magic to somehow hold the god accountable. (Not sure if it'd actually be Hades in this scenario since we're talking about the Underworld... wouldn't it be interesting if it was Diavolo????? OMG that would change my Barb answer lol. But let's assume it isn't him, but some other entity of Death or something.) I just think Solomon would be more likely to use his magic to guarantee that things go the way he would want them to.

If for some reason he couldn't do any of that, though, and it just came down to him having to walk out of the Underworld without turning around... I think he could do it. I think it'd be really hard for him. But I think he could do it. Especially if MC was still really young when they died.

MAN. That's tragic. Good thing this isn't something all our fools would have to do can you imagine???

[zahri-melitor]

Newish Comics:

The Flash #7: The Linear Men? The Linear Men??? Si Spurrier, what is cooking in your brain and can you keep giving me a direct line to it? (I mean bringing the Linear Men in a series that also gave us Gold Beetle makes perfect sense because Rip would be so into her but wow. It looks like they've barely been used since Flashpoint too). Also it's fascinating watching the re-establishment of Max and Bart's relationship.

Barry seems to finally have risen out of his ennui a bit, only to notice Something Is Wrong With Linda and then immediately suspect (wrongly) it's Hartley. Still pretty sure Linda's main issue is PPD but it being imposed by an external source is certainly something.

Green Arrow #10: this is another issue that mostly exists for people to hug each other, while Williamson goes 'remember that these people had relationships?' Sean Izaakse's art is just so good in terms of drawing the memory backgrounds so well I can pick out the specific issues and storylines he used as references (Batman + Arsenal shoutout!)

Also, remember when Amanda Waller didn't put bombs in people's heads, she just very occasionally put explosive collars or wristbands on the most dangerous and/or irritating Suicide Squad members? (Like Captain Boomerang?) Because I do. I remember Suicide Squad 1987.

Batman: The Brave and the Bold #11: part of this is me just being contrary, I know, but I am extremely not convinced we are going to see Maps as an active Robin in a main title, given Kerschl is a Gotham Academy creator anyway, and she's currently getting appearances as Meridian over in Birds of Prey. Gotham Academy continuity is only about 1/4 linked to main book continuity. (Someone is going to try and point out 'they appeared in Robin War' or something but it was an active and new title then, and honestly, nobody writing most Bat titles cares about them. It's its own sub universe. Also this story has Bruce dating Isla MacPherson, something I guarantee will not be followed up anywhere else)

Also imagine being called Karl Kerschl and coming to DC to write? How much time does this poor man spend saying "no, not Kesel".

The Artemis story remains amazing and I am fully supportive of it retconning whatever character crimes it is currently trying to excuse as weird.

Also how did we get so unlucky as to have both a Bat Lash AND a Sgt Rock story in this issue?

Amazons Attack #6: and this tied things off nicely! Honestly for an event that didn't need to happen, Josie Campbell did well with it, featured a whole host of Wonder Woman characters that Tom King's barely interacting with, and added to some relationships between characters that needed additional work.

Alan Scott: The Green Lantern #5: I am sure this is a far more meaningful issue if you care deeply about Green Lantern lore. Also DELIGHTED that the JSA team up in this series actually happens on page rather than in the final splash like in Wesley Dodds: The Sandman. (Wesley Dodds is still the best of the three minis to me, but I'm happy here that we're going to get JSA backup).

The Warlord #45: Previously on Lost World of the Warlord (I said I would) Travis set out to find out what had happened to his daughter Jennifer. He goes back to the village of dwarfs and gets his old sword back (since he chucked Hellfire into a lake), and ends up fighting some Cyclops' that took several of the dwarves to eat. Tragically nothing particularly fun happens here (though a skeleton IS tied to a cross, the bondage isn't involving any characters I care about AND it's just a warning threat)

Also something weird went on with the lettering this issue where what I think were script directions ended up as text boxes for all the scene transitions. If it was a stylistic choice on Grell's part it's a particularly odd one.

[acourtofthought]

I am really curious about your thoughts on what Lucien felt when he got to Elain's end of the bond in ACOWAR. I know nothing has been confirmed yet, but c'mon!! He literally BLUSHED when he talked about it!!! And nosy Feyre was (conveniently) not going to ponder over that specific event.

Given his reaction, it is safe to say it wasn't about her pining over Greysen. Which is odd considering that seems to be the only thing she was thinking about, at least during that time.

Really sorry if you've talked about this before, in that case I must have missed it! :D

That is one of Elucien's great mystery's, is it not? 😂 "Did you sense anything?" "No - I didn't have time. If felt her, but..." A blush stained his cheek. Whatever he'd felt, it wasn't what we were looking for." I don't feel there are many things that would cause a male to blush when zero words are being spoken but he's getting a glimpse into a females soul. Feeling her confusion over the visions she's having wouldn't cause him to blush (IMO). Her thinking about gardening wouldn't cause him to blush. If she was thinking of Graysen I feel that would cause him to feel irrationally angry. There seems to be only two likely options and the first would be that Lucien felt what Elain was feeling towards him. When we got Lucien's POV, we know he was feeling, "touch her, smell her, taste her - " and "he couldn't breathe as she faced him fully. She was the most beautiful female he'd ever seen." Elain is in love with Graysen at this point and I've got no doubts that if she were feeling what Lucien was feeling, she would have convinced herself that she's not feeling it because she thinks Graysen is the one she wants. She's probably overwhelmed and confused by her draw to Lucien and she's doing her best to ignore it all. But I'm not sure the truth can be hidden when a mate uses the bond to connect and I think Lucien may have gotten a sense of how Elain feels when she looks at Lucien and that caused him to blush. The second possible option seems more Elain-centric. I think she's a character that tends to hid her deepest desires and thoughts under a cloak of formality. While I do think part of that is her persona because she was raised in that way and she's always found comfort in it, I also think there's another side of her that's been chomping at the bit to be let loose but that no one is aware of. Her sisters see her as prim and proper and Feyre can't imagine her being exposed to Lucien's fire while Nesta things Elain would be oh so shocked at the thought of a threesome. I think Elain is aware of how they view her and she doesn't go out of her way to disprove it, she lets them have the opinion of her that seems to make them comfortable (which makes sense because they're always so shocked and surprised when she does anything that doesn't align with their version of her). So maybe Lucien saw beneath the demureness that Elain coats herself with, the "good girl" that she presents herself as. Maybe he saw the turbulent, wild emotions she hides beneath the surface and it felt so personal and intimate because he realized it was something she was trying to keep hidden and it made him blush. Either option is appealing to me because it shows that it doesn't matter that Lucien didn't know she was a Seer (which is just a power and not who Elain is as a person). He saw some deep part of her soul that no one else has ever had access too and that is something I can't wait to read more about in their POV.