#this is just a lil sketch (thumbs up)

[vhyunjinverse]

BABY DADDY .ᐟ

f!reader x toji fushiguro (18+)

summary : “Fuck you Toji!” “Fuck me..? FUCK YOU.” God you hated him so much.

warnings : toji calls reader a bitch and finds out, slapping, reader cries, sex while pregnant, slight angst, a cute little fic

“..It should be “Thank you, Toji. Oh i just love you so much.”

He looks at your angry face, scar rising as he couldn’t hold back the cocky smirk. His eyes trail down to your little round belly, four months swollen. “Thank you? Thank you? I’m fuckin pregnant dumbass!”

“Nothing wrong with ya carryin my seed. You can take a break from work for 9 months. Calm the fuck down.” He grumbles, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket. “Calm down? I can’t just take months off- I model dumbass.”

“And you modeled for me one day and look what happened, I knocked you up.” Not to mention the engagement ring you wore. You’ve been together for almost three years he’s head over heels for you. “Calm the hell down.” He’s reaching over to pat you on your head. “Gonna give ‘Gumi the crazies.”

“No- you don’t understand. I don’t wanna become a housewife-“

“I wanna still be the model I was- no—you don’t get it Toji you’re a man— baby. We have this chat once a month.” He quotes you almost perfectly. Smoke leaving his lips. “Quit yr’ bitchin-“ SLAP !the sound loud ringing in your ears, hand colliding with his face faster than you’ve ever moved before.

“Fuck you Toji!”

“Fuck me..? FUCK YOU.” God you hated him so much. Your eyes watered, but you were a strong little thing. That’s what Toji liked about you..one of many things. Like how when you first met he was just a guy in the crowd watching you strut down the aisle, smirk on his face as he sketched in a notepad. An artist he wanted to be..you learned that after getting to know him. Your eyes glance over to the notepad page, framed on your wall but showing signs of age.

You also thought of what he actually was..the son of your boss. He didn’t have much money when you met, looks could always fool you..so sweet you were. That didn’t bother you much though. It wasn’t his fault his father blocked his success. His art, your love. You watch as Toji puts out the cigarette, cursing to himself as he started to walk away from you.

“Wh- don’t walk away from me we’re not done.” You follow him. He sighs, rubbing his forehead. “Yes we are.”

“No we’re not-“

“I’m not gonna keep doing this every month. We had time to..we decided to keep the baby and now you’re complaining about the damn kid!” He turns to you, blue eyes staring sadly at your brown ones. Instinctively reaching down to graze your cheek. “I know you don’t like it mama..” he murmurs. You sniffle softly, leaning into the touch you fell in love with. Your eyes close as he felt closer. His lips grazing over your chin and neck. Toji’s hands wrapped around your body.

He held you both. “It’s your fault.” you sob into his embrace. He couldn’t hold back the small smile littering his lips. “Takes two ta tango?” he wipes your eyes, kissing the tears away. “Mhm..” you found yourself sniffling. He rubbed over your swollen belly. “Gumi be nice to mama alright? Stressin’ her out.” He whispers to the baby.

“M’sorry..” He whispers again, his strong hands guiding you into his body. “How could I be so bad? Getting such a perfect little thing knocked up..filled up with my baby. How could I have done such a thing..” He coos.

He leans up to kiss your lips, thumb swiping at the fallen tears. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y’know?” Toji stands up straight, bringing your body into his. He rubbed your back while you cried softly into his chest, how you wrapped your arms around the love of your life…he was everything. He knew you meant no harm, he also knew to watch his mouth but still failed. “You’re going to be perfect- we’re gonna be a perfect lil family okay?”

“Cmere mama..” He had you trapped. You loved him too fucking much to let go.

“Be gentle.” You had huffed. “Damnit I am- shut up.” He had huffed back, playful smile on his lips while the thick head of his cock slipping between your folds. Toji held back while you were pregnant- he had no choice- being the rough guy that he was. It’s how you go here in the first place, hell. The scar on his lips danced as he moaned softly, bottoming out. He didn’t go in all the way, though. His tongue lapped at your growing breast. Nipples being flicked by his tongue, hips still.

“Missed this..” you close your eyes, breathing softly while he started to move. His hands were on either side of your head, tightly fisted the sheets. You could tell he was doing his best not to pound you. “Mm..” Your head relaxes on the big pillow beneath your head. Toji’s face tucks into your neck, cock slipping out past your ring. He was a mess. The cum that leaked should be a crime. You’d tease him about it later. He slips back in just as easily, biting down gently on your neck. “Gonna take care of you, alright?” He mumbles.

“Yeah yeah.”

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hey could I possibly request an Autistic! reader x Dealer! Remus where r shows affection through biting so they'll randomly come up behind rem as hes with a customer (Or James/Sirius) and just bite his shoulder but no where near hard enough to hurt and they just stand there like that and the other person with rem gets a little confused but Remus is just completely unfased because R will do this all the time if they get overwhelmed and just need to be around Remus but is way to overwhelmed to hug him

That probably made no sense but my lil autistic brain came up with it while reading your dealed rem fics :))

Your autistic brain has made this perfect blurb be born!! Thank you for requesting and feel free to send more autistic!reader x whoever you please

You'd been sketching on the sofa in the dispensary, mechanical pencil scratching against the paper as music blasted through your headphones.

It wasn't the first time that Remus had you sit in the quietest corner of the dispensary while he was selling, and every so often he'd throw his gaze in your direction smiling quietly to himself when he found you relaxed and drawing.

"Are you sure this is all I can get?" Remus hates when customers get like this. He's been straining a new type of weed and it'd been a selective process, not wanting to waste too much of it in the event that it didn't do well.

He'd limited it to 7 grams only. It was still a lot, but to seasoned smokers, not really.

"Yeah mate, m'not trying to send anyone to the hospital if they green out." The man nods, asking Remus another question that doesn't register to you.

You're just on your way to Remus, you've been stumped by your drawing and being stumped has led to a bit of overwhelm that you know just how to get rid of.

Your hand presses into the small of Remus' back as you sink your teeth into the crook of his shoulder. You don't bite him for longer than ten seconds, not hard either- there's just the slightest imprint of your teeth in his skin when you pull away.

Remus turns to you, a question on his face that he doesn't vocalise. He doesn't need to- you've been together so long and Remus has worked hard to learn all your cues so that when you don't want or can't talk, you don't need to.

You shake your head and he nods once, the man on the other side of him confused as to the entire interaction. "Sorry mate," Remus says when you're back on the sofa, pencil tapping against your lip.

"That doesn't break skin?" the man asks and Remus chuckles, placing the baggie in his hand and taking the money from his outstretched hand.

"No it's sound, see you next week?" The man takes the dismissal, taking his weed and leaving. Remus turns in your direction.

He mimes taking off one of the ears of your headphones. "Everything okay?" he asks when you do, eyes roving your face and then taking a peek at your journal.

There on the pages are a series of sirens, all from different angles. The body twisting one way, then the other, some are swimming upside down, others are laying on a rock lower body hidden as they entice a sailor.

"Yeah, was just stuck on something. It helps." He knows it does, so much so that he doesn't even check on the mark. You lean into him when he takes a seat beside you, pressing a kiss to the bitten shoulder.

"You know it's okay, dovey." he whispers, patting your head and feeling you preen under the action. "Doesn't bother me." you smile where your lips are pressed into his skin.

"Can I do it again?" you don't sound overwhelmed but Remus nods. Your teeth sink into the same spot, Remus strokes hair back into your braid, cheek pressing into your head.

When you pull away, there's a little line of dribble moving with you. Remus swipes it away with his thumb, kissing your forehead as he watches you fix your headphones back on and pick up your sketchbook again.

You start a new sketch, one of a superhero Remus has come to recognise as yourself, equipped with your pink headphones as all, laying on a sofa much like the one you're sitting on now with a cat Remus thinks is himself sitting on the arm near your shoulder.

He sits with you until another customer comes in, eyes flitting to you every couple of minutes he's away.

[luna-the-bard]

Put off posting art so I could just throw everything in one post but now it backfired and I have a little Too Much Art lmao

Anyways we got stuff. Strap in.

One time Eithel sees news about some IPC building exploding, and she knows boothill is there. And she’s worried sick that he got hurt or even died, because he disappears for the next several weeks.

(First because he had to get patched up at the mechanic’s, because yes, he did sustain some severe damage; then — because he had to lay low, making sure he loses the ipc dogs that were hot on his trail.)

Eithel spends the first night pacing around the bedroom, biting the pad of her thumb as she’s trying to convince herself that he’s fine, he probably just has to hide, or he’s on the run because the IPC is still trailing him, but he’s fine, he’s okay, surely-

And then he doesn’t come back the following day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that…

(It’s not unusual for him to blow up entire buildings or ships during missions; hells, she even asked him to do that once herself, when she discovered a human trafficking ring base! But he’s never gotten caught up in the explosion like this before. The low-res security footage from the news report haunts Eithel, the blur of silver hair and red fabric so unmistakably him.)

Once Boothill comes home, she’s glued to his side like a leech for the foreseeable future. Holding him and kissing him and pressing her cheek to the cold metal of his chest to listen to the low rhythmic whir of the machinery inside.

(It’s really no wonder; she spent close to three weeks worried sick and crying herself to sleep every night, how could she not treasure every moment that Boothill is by her side again? When she first saw him, back safe and sound from his long absence, she clung to him like a koala for a good hour-and-a-half.)

She’s constantly holding his hand and intertwining their fingers and bringing his palm up to her lips to press gentle kisses all over. Boothill can’t do anything even remotely productive for days, because Eithel keeps taking his face into her hands and silently staring up at him, or crawling into his lap and hugging him for a solid thirty minutes minimum.

Boothill finds out that Eithel stayed put waiting for him for the entire time he was gone; the phantom warmth in his chest is so strong he doesn’t know what to do with it.

He tells Eithel she shouldn’t have delayed her travel plans because of him — and to his further confusion, she gets visibly upset at the mere suggestion that she would leave before making sure Boothill is safe and unharmed. What if he was injured? What if he needed help? If she can’t track him down on her own, the least she can do is stay in their hideout and wait for him to find his way back to her. (And you bet she’ll have the first aid kid — whatever it looks like for cyborgs — ready and on standby the entire time.)

Tldr: Boothill gets a little blown up during a mission and goes missing for three weeks. Upon his return to the safehouse, he is surprised to find out that Eithel stayed there, postponing her planned trip to wait for him.

I also got some facial expressions practice for Eithel and this cute lil Boothill sketch (the idea of Boothill with a slight stubble has permeated my brain and made a home for itself 💔 it’s too late for me now…)

And finally, I did some more work on that older Eithel wip I have <3

That background is finally starting to come together. There’s still a thousand tiny details that need rendering, and I’d like to work on the actual background more as well bc I think it needs more contrast, but oh wow, look, there’s already so much done! :)

ngl that floor might be my favorite part of the background lol. took the least amount of time but looks so so scrumptious. I’m very proud of the tree but it still needs more work meanwhile these tiles are ready to go as is x)

[faegoddessog]

Stroke Yourself For Me

A/N: Soooo, I've been dipping my toes into digital art this week... Decided to whip this up today to go along with this little window into the fuckery that is my mind. I'm still learning (though I've done sketch art my whole life) Yes I used (several) reference pictures. I fear some of the values may be off, and of course I see all that is wrong with it... but I'll never tell. lol!

As always, if you'd like me to add you to my tags list, let me know!

Summary: Just a little moment when introvert time becomes exhibitionist time.

Warnings: Mature Material 18+, Masturbation, Mess, lil' bit'o praise, Fingering, PiV

It had begun just cuddling on the couch. Just quiet time. He was reading on his 

kindle, thumbing through the pages. She had sat down a foot from him, her own tablet in hand. She knew he needed introvert time and didn't want to interrupt. She just wanted to be near him.  Without looking up, he opened one arm towards her in the universal invitation for snuggle time. 

She slid under his arm and into his chest. Once settled, she let out a big sigh of contentment, he kissed the top of her head. 

It was like that for a while, until she came to the dirty part of her story. She was so sucked in, that she didn't realize she was muttering little oh’s and mmm’s of appreciation. 

Without letting on, Austin started reading over her shoulder. His fingertips unconsciously caressing her upper arm. His keen fingers that he could hold in just such a way as to look delicate, as though water were dripping off the tips. There were countless photo shoots of him, but none of them showed the reality. Not one gave away  just how strong and persistent those long fingers could be.

It wasn’t until he shifted, adjusting to give his dick just a little more room, that she noticed his e-reader was laying face down on the cushions. 

She turned to look at him. His eyebrow twitched and his jaw tightened, fire kindled in his eyes  She twisted in his lap to reach his mouth with her own. He had pulled her in hungrily. 

Now, she matches his desire easily, running her hand down the old tshirt that covered his chest, then up under it. He reaches over his head, and grabs the back of his shirt. It momentarily divides their face as the fabric passes between them.

Just the heat of his skin under her hand is another level.  She plays at the hairs of his chest and his hand roams down to the curve of her lower back. His mouth is on hers again, devouring, demanding. His tongue is just that little bit extra in her mouth. As he pulls back, in ebb, she sucks that rich of his lip in, the tip of her tongue flicking along the fullness. 

Lower, lower, lower her hand wanders as his glides around the curve of her ass.

She runs a finger along his waistband, teasing his skin with her fingernail. The muscles of his stomach tighten in and attempt to pull away from her ticklish touch. He smiles against her lips, humming out a tiny laugh. She can feel his sweet little cupid’s bow twitching against her lips. She pulls back to look at him, her pupils dark  with want.

“Sorry, didn't mean to tickle.” her voice comes out sultry and low. 

“S’ok,” he purrs out, capturing the beauty that is his bottom lip in his teeth. 

He wants her, wants everything to do with her, He’s so fucking in love with this woman. He’d endure anything for her, from her. He’s about to tell her this, when  her tongue rims her rosy pink lips and he loses all train of thought. What she could do with that tongue, he knew, was pure sorcery.

She leans in, pulls his lip out from under his teeth with her thumb and flicks her tongue against it in little kitten licks. All just a minor distraction from her hand as it continues to explore the rim of pants. She tugs at the button of his jeans, but her angle doesn't lend itself to ease of movement.

In one swift snap of his fingers, he slips the round brass stud from its capture, his zipper follows suit and he exhales at the sudden space his now hard cock is afforded. 

She cups him gently through his briefs as her tongue continues to make promises to his mouth that she may or may not keep. 

His groan, low in his throat, is everything to her. She loves him beyond words  and  would do nearly anything to hear that sound rumble in his chest. The sound of desire, of straight up need. His need for her.

Together, they free his cock, exposing it to the cooler air. He hisses as a stray hair he must have missed is caught in the zipper. 

“You ok?” her concern written on her face.

“Oh yeah” he rubs at the sting. She catches his movement out of the corner of  her eye.

“MMMM,” her eyes narrow as an idea forms in her wicked brain. 

Together, they work his pants down just enough to keep the toothed metal away from his sensitive flesh. 

She takes in the sight of him, shirtless, pants only partly on, freckles sprinkled over the surface of him, like kisses from Ra. She walks her lips over her favorite ones;  left pec, the three that slant across his midline like Orion’s Belt, and the darkest one down and to the left from his belly button. The last conveniently near the tip of his cock. 

The fact that when he was freed and hard like this, he could drip precum just above his belly button always made her wet. In fact there was a dewy drop threatening to fall right now. She slowly laps along the tip once, twice.  

The breathy ‘oh’ that falls out of his mouth makes her hips pulse forward.

Yes, when she first laid eyes on his natural asset, she had been nervous. It was just… big. He had seen the look on her face and luckily, he knew just what to do, how to handle her. He had worked her so sweetly and thoroughly with tongue and fingers that she begged him for it. When he entered her slowly, deliberately, she had rocketed straight up and was bounding over the precipice of her orgasm within a handful of strokes. 

Anytime she lays her eyes on it now, her Pavlovian inner walls prick with heated blood flow. It turns out that he fits perfectly into her cunt.

His hand alights at his base.Holding his big cock gently away from his belly between thumb and forefinger, offering himself up to her in whatever form she wanted to take him.

It was hot, in fact, everything about him was heat itself. 

Now, she trails her fingers lightly up his magnificent shaft.The grin on his face at her touch was all the encouragement she needed. 

She pitches forward, dominating his mouth. Her hand wraps around his and pulls it onto his shaft. 

“Stroke yourself for me,” she says against his lips. Before he can protest, she produces a bottle, seemingly from thin air. Clear liquid dribbles in a line along his shaft and over his tip. 

He freezes as the cool sliquid drips onto his fingers and skin. This was not what he had in mind. In fact, he had never done it in front of her, or anyone for that matter. 

“C’mon baby, show me how you work that gorgeous cock,” she murmurs in his ear, sensing his hesitation.

Her sultry voice, her hot breath on his skin, the way her hips press against his leg leaves no space for the embarrassment that was trying to surface.   

“Please, Sugah”  she slips ever so slightly into a prettily demanding southern accent. The one that always gets her what she wants, the one that has come to drive him wild. 

“I- I don’t usually use this hand,” his mind trying to hold the two opposing thoughts of wanting to yet not. 

“Hmm, quite the dilemma then huh, cuz that’s the one that’s messy and this other one is busy bein’ all ‘round me.” She snuggles deeper into the crook of his arm. 

He tries moving the muddled hand. It feels awkward to him, like he’s never touched himself before. 

“I don’t know baby, it’s … I’m…” he stutters, those high cheekbones flushing as he breathes out what could almost be a petulant sigh. 

“You can do it,” she encourages, “we are in no hurry my love, just close your eyes and find what feels good.” She trails her fingers over the ridges of his abs. 

He nods, licking over his bottom lip before trapping it with his top teeth again. He shuts his eyes. He starts with his thumb and first two fingers, slowly up and down his now slick shaft. Short strokes become longer ones as his hand finds a metaphorical footing.

Her fingertips trace down to his legs, her nails scratch light lines up his thigh. He moans as even through the jean material, the sensation adds to his pleasure. His hand starts to grip, fisting up and down his cock. 

She watches the muscles of his forearm pop as he pauses now and then edging himself just a bit. His eyes are still screwed up tight, little lines forming between them on his forehead. The way his lips fall apart is just delicious. 

“Fuck, baby, you are so hot, I love watching you pleasure yourself,” the murmur in his ear spurring him on. More lube drips from the bottle onto his tip, then into her hand. Her palm gently cups around his balls.

“Oh fuck yeah,” it comes out more breath than vibration as his eyelids flutter. The tips of his fingers dig into her back as she massages his sac. 

The tension travels outward: squirming hips, wave of motion up his arched spine, his chin tilted up. All of it before his abs tighten and curl him in. She can tell his body just wants to fuck, primal and instinctual.  

His strokes move short and fast over his head, then long and slow over his whole length. 

Little fretful moans begin to escape him, like he’s begging for permission to cum, even though he’s in total control. 

“That's it.  You gon’ cum for me?” Her voice drips over him like honey as she drapes her leg over his. 

“Uh huh,” comes his simpering reply.

She starts to tongue the nipple nearest her, sucking in the tiny nub, grazing it with her teeth the way she knows he likes it. 

His whimpering moans are like music to her ears. His glutes flex, his feet try to find purchase, his body is shaking.

“God, it’s so sexy,” she says more to herself than him. Her pussy squelches in her panties as she presses against him, desperate for friction against his thigh. 

His edgy , percussive sounds give way to deep grunts. His hand stills as his hips jut forcefully forward, fucking his length up into the ring of his fist. 

She can feel his testes tighten to his body. 

“Let me hear you sugar.” She extends one wet finger behind his balls doing her best to stay light and steady in the storm of his passion. His hip thrusts rub the pad of her finger across his tight little pucker. It is his total undoing. 

Long, loud growls accompany the strain of his hips and gnashing of his teeth. His pelvis tucks and his abs are rock hard.

White cream spurts from his tip, a milky line from his sternal notch to his belly button and back again. He seethes, air hissing in and out from between clenched jaw.

“Good boy, that’s what I want,” she rises. In one motion she straddles his chest, skirt hiked and rubs her cotton panties on his cum covered chest. She’s not even thinking right now, her need is cardinal. 

His hand is still on his cock, arm trapped under her leg. He never thought someone riding his chest would be so fucking hot. 

Still panting, his other hand wiggles its way under the sticky fabric. His fingers find the wettest pussy he ever felt. The fact that his jerking off is what has her clit drowning like this is not lost on him.

She drives back onto his fingers, leaning forward over him to let him get deeper. Her tits jiggle under her shirt. She lifts it and feeds him one of her nipples. He eagerly suckles, just like she likes. 

“MM, can you get deeper?” she moans, 

“You want my dick, it’s still hard,” his voice is low and sultry around her nipple.

She doesn’t answer, not verbally at least. Her body says it all as she scoots back and  he pulls the sodden cotton aside as though he’s done it a thousand times. She gyrates her hips, seating his tip. 

 When she finally slides back. They both groan loudly; he at the warm heat enveloping him, she at being so utterly and perfectly filled. 

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[magixfairyix]

Iarcy Fluff

These two and their peak communication and non/issue-filled bs have my heart. Darcy x Iorda (my oc) because yes.

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Iorda and Darcy just chilling on the couch, the bed, or whatever just relaxing. They are cuddling and whatnot, comfortable in each other's presence. Iorda would be braiding Darcy's long-ass hair before bed or something or just in general, while Darcy is just relaxed as hell and not moving with how comfy she is.

Darcy: "Hm, you're very comfortable darling."

Iorda, flustered:

Darcy: ;)

Iorda: "Just shut up and let me braid your hair."

Iorda: <3

Darcy: "Hm."

Darcy: *proceeds to get more comfortable*

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Both of them are very clingy honestly, especially when they are half-asleep. But at the same time, both of them are very flustered when being shown affection and sometimes don't know how to handle it.

Darcy for the reason of sometimes she has trouble realizing that she deserves good things. Iorda because sometimes she didn't trust that things will go well due to how life keeps fucking her around.

Iorda, asleep and moving around:

Darcy, still awake for some reason:

*Iorda, in her sleep state rolling around from Darcy holding her around her waist from behind to burying her head in Darcy's shoulder, more so holding Darcy now.*

Darcy: o-o

Iorda, asleep: *lil sleepy smile*

Darcy:

Darcy: *proceeds to relax*

Darcy: *lil happy smile*

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Both of them do ramble sometimes. This is very sweet because both of them have in interest in older ways of witchcraft. Darcy because Zenothe does a lot of that, and Iorda because she used to practice witchcraft on Earth before realizing she was a fairy.

Darcy, at her desk: "Iorda, hex ideas?"

Iorda, on her bed, reading: "What's the end goal?"

Darcy: "Just to have them go through a lot of misfortunes until they realize their mistakes."

Iorda: "Jade?"

Darcy, turning around: "Isn't that for good luck?'

Iorda: "Not if you put garnet with it and absorb any chance of them having good luck."

Darcy: "..."

Iorda: "Or is that too much?"

Darcy: "I fucking love you."

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Both of them would also watch the Animatics of Epic the Musical. Darcy would be drawing touch sketches of character designs, because she needs to do multiple things while watching something to keep herself from being bored.

Iorda, focused af: "Are you enjoying it so far?'

Darcy, raises a thumbs up: "I am. It's actually very good."

Iorda, smiles cause she's in love: "I'm glad."

Darcy: "I have an idea."

Iorda: "... and that is?"

Darcy: "We both continue watching the Animatics. I continue drawing the designs, and you ramble all about the motifs of the musical and the plot."

Iorda: "..."

Darcy, looks to Iorda with her hair partially over her face: "What?"

Iorda: "Okay, but if I ramble too much-"

Darcy, smiles: "Just keep talking about it."

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[missamyrisa2]

Miss Amy can you tickle me until I admit that I’m cute ?

Whatttttt are you actuallyyyy implying you aren't a cute lil giggler? Noooo you're notttt an adorable fluffyy gigglebug who wants all this special teasyyyy attention? Oooh goodnesss myyyy goodnesss we have such a stubborn cutie here don't weee? You know what we do to stubborn ticklebugs don't youuuu? You know what happens to defiant sweetiepies who don't accept that they're adorable and lovely and amazingly cuuuuute? They get tickled darling, they get tickled. Oooh yess. I know you loooove thisss I knowww ~ you don't wanna sayyyy please tickle me ticklemama because I'm ever so cute and ticklish? No? Oooh don't worry. I'll get you to say it. You will say it. Uh-huhhh yes you willlll ~ you're cute and you know it and that's why you have this ticklish tummyyyy tum yes you do.

Mmmhmm you just relax. Nope, nope you put these arms here babydoll or I will tie them with my scarves and then you'll reallyyyy get some pitttie tickles toooo. Just keep them there while ticklemama kisses your tummy and tickles these sides mmhmm. Yesss your sides. Niiiiice ticklish soft sides here. Oooh ticklish tummy ticklish ticklish tummyyyy! Muuuuahh. Are you cute yet? Nooo? I know, I know you wanna be allll tough and non-crumblyyyy yes, my beautiful non-crumbler tough cookie you're gonna stay all uncute up there while I buzzzzzzz your navel with my liiiips huh. And rub these sides? With my thumbsss? Are you ticklish heree? Ticklish right on your lower bellyyyy? Does that tickle? My nails right here on your waist? Good thing you're not cute and giggling otherwise I'd need to hold you down and nibble every one of these ribbies~

Oooh why yes that's exactly what I'm doing. Because guess what, silly? You're cute. You may not wanna say it ~ and you may not be able to say it much when I'm done with ya, but you are adorable and soooo cute like this. Now, now. What did I say about those army arms? Tsk tsk tsk. My defiant cuteness. You're getting the scarves now. Mmhmm. Nice and soft and cute and snug and secure scarves to keep you alllll secure to my fluffy bed. Now, if you would juuuuust cooperate with me. Ahh yes, wrap the purple one hereeeee and the pink one hereeee and there we gooooo~ you can pull and struggle alll you like now darling darling darling. This is gonnnna tickle tickle tickle!

Ah yes, these armpits. Niiiiice ticklish armpits. We'll rubbbb and massage and yes, gotta massage the armpitsssss until you melt and can't think straight mmhmm. Rubbyyy rubby hereee with this thumb and rubby rubby on that pit with this thumbbbb ~ and ooooh getting so pink are we? Let's just kissy kissyyyy those pitties tooooo~ and mmhmm, yes I ammmmm tying my hair up. You're so cuuute and adorable and ticklish here that you're getting an Amy special, that's riiight you get my natural tickle tool now. We're gonna use my niiice soft ponytail tip and brushy brushyyyy these pitssss and your neeeeck and collar and ooh yes, those chest buttons! Tickle tickle tickle. Why, you don't even need to admit it darling, you simply ARE cuuuute! Yes you can shake your head all you like. You won't stop being cuuute no and you won't stop being ticklish when I take my ponytail to these ticklish ticklish niiiiippplessss~ noooo~

Awwww there there cutie pieee my cute cute darling darling. You just giggle and gasp it out. And me? Why, I think I'll just mmhm take this here and move your head to one siiiide because I seeee a ticklish blushing neck all pinky blushyyy from my teasing and I'm just gonna kissyy kiss you here until you melt to absolute nothing for me~ and then my beautiful angel, I have a little supple paintbrush with your name on it and I've just been mapping out quite the canvas for myself ~ I think if you won't say ittttt we're just gonna have to paint 'cute' allll over this wiggly ticklish body oh yes we will. I'll sketch those looping letters on your tummyyy and tiny ones on your hipssss and over your riiibsss in cursive over and over and around your chest buttons and even in your armpittties tooooo and two sets of biiiig block letters on your solessss mhmmmm~ cuuute pink letters telling the world just how cute you are~! <3

[the-travelling-witch]

hello miss witch, i have a question for you if you don't mind c:

i've read about that sweet ask left by the snowflake anon and then the compliments (?) from another anon about that work with scara ending up late because of morning kisses and cuddles

this actually had me wondering how would the anemo boys react to a sudden sneak attack consisting in kisses all over their faces, no spot/inch left untouched

if you need an example, this one: aether is minding his own business, maybe sketching a new tattoo idea, or drawing for fun, or doing whatever maybe while sitting, and his sweet lil partner comes behind him, engulfing him in a warm hug before leaving numerous (very numerous, almost too many one could say) kisses and smooches all over his face, so many that no inch is left untouched: cheeks, cheekbones, eyes, forehead, temples, nose, lips as the final touch, before stopping satisfied and go back to whatever this partner was doing before this sudden love shower, their lover boy probably short circuited by this

no need to answer at all or for all the boys if you don't feel like it, it was just a curiosity that came to mind c:

have a nice day, miss witch

hi there, i never mind asks about the modern au, i just might not answer requests for drabbles immediately bc i need to be in the right mood to write more than a few paragraphs for a specific scenario :>

i won’t write for all of them bc i have a lot of requests for the modern au (and that’s considering i don’t actually take requests) but modern! aether needs more love <3

warning: a little suggestive at the end (or you could just get your mind out of the gutter hshsh)

holly's modern au masterlist || holly’s modern au tag

Aether’s sketchbook lay discarded on the coffee table, having to make room for you to scoot into the place it previously occupied. With his hands now free to hold you, you could easily rest your head on your boyfriend’s slowly rising and falling chest.

Catching up on a show you were watching together, your hands were tangled in the ends of Aether’s long hair, the blond strands soft but still showing some of the colour that had washed out over time. 

When the show hit a bit of a sag in tension and nothing really happened to move the plot further, your gaze landed on the empty mugs in front of you and you untangled your legs from Aether’s to push yourself up.

But your decision to grab new drinks was delayed as you glanced down at your boyfriend underneath you, looking ethereal with his golden hair splayed around him like a molten halo, his bright eyes focusing on you at your movement.

“Hm, what are you-“

His breath hitched as you leant down to plant a soft kiss against his temple, his skin warm and smooth against your lips. Not able to resist, you trailed more kisses over his temple, all over his cheeks dimpling with his smile, his melodic giggles floating through your living room until you reached the corner of his mouth.

You attacked his nose next, simultaneously pushing the loose strands of his hair behind his ear with the hand not used to support yourself, just so you could flutter a swarm of butterfly kisses over his pierced ears.

The skin underneath the pad of your thumb grew steadily hotter as you caressed the arch of his cheekbone, your lips busy mapping out the path from behind his ears, over his jaw and down his throat. 

By now his heart beat was thumping faster against your chest than before and you know Aether was trying to control his breathing, only to be betrayed by his own shaky exhale. He swallowed hard as you lingered over the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder, before continuing south as far as the collar of his shirt would let you.

As you sat up on your knees between his legs, you studied your boyfriend’s flushed face, seeing how his brain tried to catch up to what happened just now, his fingers twitching without his arms complying to bring them any closer to you.

“I’m getting up to get new drinks, of course,” you cheekily answered his previous question, moving to unfold your legs from underneath yourself and slinging them over the edge of the couch. 

Aether mumbled something under his breath as you stood up and you urged him to repeat himself, louder this time. There was more clarity in his eyes when you looked back at him, subconsciously licking his lips.

“I said, didn’t you forget somewhere?” The question was airy in the delicate atmosphere, as if any more force could shatter the bubble you found yourself in, where only him and you existed.

Pretending to contemplate for a moment, you agreed with a grin but didn’t bend down over his mouth. Instead you quickly lifted the hem of his shirt and your lips made contact with the cool metal of his belly button piercing, giving it more attention than the others before. With your hand splayed on his warm stomach, you could feel the sharp intake of air under your colder fingertips and you followed his skin relentlessly before letting up with a smirk.

Satisfied with the state you left your boyfriend in, you turned towards the kitchen to actually fetch new drinks but the action left Aether outside your field of vision. 

So, when his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, a surprised gasp left your lips and you were quickly spun back towards your couch and flipped over to have your back meet the couch cushions.

Perhaps with your boyfriend now hovering over you and his blond hair tickling the side of your face, it was a good moment to remember how unassumingly agile he was.

There was a competitive sparkle in his eyes as a grin playfully curled around his lips and you closed your eyes when he leant down to mirror your actions. But instead of starting from your temple like you did, the featherlight touch of his soft lips against your earlobe sent a shiver down your spine as he whispered to you.

“It’s my turn now, beautiful.”

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[or0ch1maru]

kakuzu brainrot is real and it’s happening

can i ask for some hcs of him with a fem s/o that’s not only just as tall and intimidating as him, but also has a huge scar around her face?? :3

please and thank u !!! <333

hello bby :3 of course you can ^.^ I’m loving all the kakuzu asks I’m getting. Thank y’all for that. He my lil baby🥺 let’s get into it🫵🏻

•

-many people have shied away from you. Especially the boys and men growing up. Leaving you inexperienced in relationships.

-but that all changes when Kakuzu joins the picture. He loves you. He loves your height, the way people are scared off by you. Lastly, he adores the hell outta your scar and how you don’t try to hide it

-you never were one to be insecure, and if so, it’ll only last 5 minutes before you’ve moved on to something else.

-but with Kakuzu, you’ve never felt insecure or doubting your looks. He may be more of a silent lover, but his actions always show and prove how much this man is truly head over heels for you

-in bed, or any chance he gets, even if that means standing/sitting beside you during a meeting with the other members, you’ll find him trailing a finger over the scar on your face

-rubbing his calloused thumb over your chin and cheek before switching to his pointer finger, grazing where the scar tissue continues up and over your temple

-whenever Kakuzu wants you to look at him, he uses his entire hand. Thumb under your chin while the rest of his fingers and palm practically swallow the side of your face. Turning your head to meet his gaze, which softens the second your eyes meet his

-pulling down his mask to leave a path of kisses along the scar before planting a deep kiss against your lips

-“gotta remind you how beautiful you are woman” he’d mutter in between kisses

-two things you were completely unaware of is the picture of you that Kakuzu keeps in his wallet and how he asked his two artistic team mates to sketch a drawing of you to keep in his bed side table

-you happened to find it by accident when looking for your keys. Bursting into tears when you spotted it. Only for Kakuzu to walk in and find you, worrying, thinking something was wrong until he approached you

-sketch in hand as you turned to look at him with nothing but adoration in your gaze

-you placed the paper on the bed before wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his neck. Feeling his large arms wrap around your frame as he pulled you even closer into him

-“what? Is my girl surprised that I love her?” He’d mutter as a soft joke. Knowing your past and how he’s the only one who’s ever looked your way

-both his hands cupping the sides of your head, his thumbs sitting at the base of your chin. Tilting your head back so he can look at you

-“no tears woman” he’d start softly, only using this tone with you. “Gotta have somethin’ to look at when you’re not home” he’d reassure.

-giving your forehead a soft kiss before moving down to your lips

-he may hate everyone, have a deep love for money, but you, you are truly number one in his heart and he’d die for you

•

[badlydonecrafts]

Welcome to the series: Stubborn Noodle alters wardrobe

Ep 1. Thumb holes :O

This one is fairly straightforward I will say. We start with an old Target sweater that i never wear bc the sleeves go past my hand but lack the fun of thumb holes, so let's change that!

Basically, I know that it's the same logic as a button hole so with a but of blocking out and recycled light interfacing we end up here.

After cutting out the hole, i wasn't really happy with the fraying so I went back over it with the same zig-zag stitch to act as a serger

(before interlocking the edge) the interfacing was a good idea/ i'm glad i remembered to do it because this would have been impossible on this weight of knit

Final result!

I managed to place them perfectly! Whole project took about 15mins! This isn't so much a tutorial more of just a lil peak behind the curtain of someone who rarely uses patterns or plans aside from a sketch maybe. I've got about 20 things to work on so I will hopefully have updates soon.

I'm in no way a pro but, it's fun learning along the way and getting creative with some of the future things i wanna work on.

Till next time~

[grubus]

@tgcf-official it's not proper lore but here's a lil aesthetic moodboard I made for the first part of SYoNR. *thumbs up*

it's just fun to make moodboards dude!!!! Gotta capture the childhood vibes!!!!! this would basically be from before the Haircut Incident.

the LOVELY sketch of LBH and SY is made by @lady-dysnomia the art may be AFTER the magical hair moment but like lookit how pretty it is how could I not include it???

[aalissy]

Soulmate Markers

Just a short fluffy lil soulmate AU for today's chapter :). I hope you like it! I love writing my fluffy Adrienette hehe. Plus, I always loveee writing soulmate AU's. Lemme know what you think <3

AO3

Adrien lay flat on his stomach in bed, a smile slowly stretching across his lips as he watched Marinette’s doodles come to life on his own arm. He delicately traced over the little flowers and stars that she had drawn, breathing out in awe. 

Every day he was grateful that he had found her. That very first day when he crashed into her and found that the little sketches she doodled on her arm matched the ones his soulmate had drawn on his own arm was everything.  

After finding each other, the two could barely stop writing little notes and messages to each other. Most of the time it was Adrien teasing Marinette that she was late. Again.

He shot a longing glance over at Plagg, wishing he could transform and head over to see her. But, alas, his kwami was passed out on the pillow next to him, snoring as dreams of cheese were surely filling his head.

Not wanting to disturb Plagg, Adrien quickly grabbed for a pen, scribbling on his unmarked arm.

You seem to be doodling instead of working on our physics homework there, Mari.

He bit his lip to stifle the large smile as the doodles suddenly ceased. There was a slight pause before his arm began to tingle as Marinette began to write back.

How do you know I haven’t already finished it yet and am taking a much-needed break?

Adrien snorted at the idea of Marinette having already finished all of her homework. Usually, she waited until the last minute for the classes she disliked the most.

Do you mean besides the fact that I also haven’t finished the whole assignment yet? 

He took a short pause, letting Marinette read the words that he had scrawled across the inside of his wrist before he struck an even bigger point.

Or, how about the fact that you haven’t stopped doodling since we left school? Did you have time to even start the physics homework yet?

Shush you! I’ve only just gotten home! I don’t need to worry about the homework yet.

Marinette's protestations were met with a playful chuckle from Adrien. He knew her procrastination tactics well. There was a brief enough break from her scribblings that Adrien felt a twinge of sadness in his chest. It hadn’t even been five minutes yet and already he missed talking to her. He couldn’t imagine what life would be like if they didn’t have this constant method of communication.

Soon, though, the tingle on his forearm appeared again and Adrien eagerly stared down at the words that were slowly appearing.

Have you gotten the answer to number 3 yet?

Hold on!

Springing up out of bed, he raced over to his desk. Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out the piece of scratch paper that he was using to solve the equations. 

Together, they began working on the problems, their minds synchronizing as they tackled the physics problems. Adrien marveled at Marinette's ability to grasp concepts quickly, her work clear and concise even as they used their arms to describe the answers they were getting. Quickly, with both of them working together, the two finished their homework.

Great work, Mari! 

Can I go back to doodling now, teacher?

Only if you keep doodling on your arm so that I can see.

Adrien could only imagine the light pink tinge that would light up her cheeks and for about the millionth time he wished he was with her so he could see it. This time, no reply of words came from Marinette. Instead, just as he requested, a trail of doodles began to replace over the words that they had previously written to each other.

He sighed happily, rubbing his thumb over the tiny images that were blooming along his arm. His father was certainly going to yell at him about his soulmate's pictures again. Something about how it tainted his perfect skin, but Adrien didn’t care. Not with the way Marinette was currently sketching a tiny heart with the letters A + M scratched into it.

Adrien beamed before he gave a series of happy cackles. Every day he sincerely wondered how he had gotten so lucky. His soulmate was the best one of them all and no one could ever... would ever get in the way of that.

[thedragonagelesbian]

@isayashai replied to your post “I should write smthing......”:

kyr x sosiel sketching/painting fic 👁 ? cyrus x halsin cuddles? 👀

​wahhhhhhhhhhhh thank you <33333 yes much to consider.. it's not a full fic, but you inspired me to write a lil something for kyr & sosiel!!

Wrong. And wrong again. Paper crumpled, charcoal smudged, one hand heavy and aching, the other still a fist wrapped around the ghost of Graham's collar, both trembling in the wick-thin light of the guttering candle.

Another sketch. Another scowl. Tore the page from his sketchbook, tossed it aside, and tried again.

Grapes on the vine turned to strips of whipped, peeling skin.

"Sosiel..." Eyes like his own that he could not recognize no matter how many times he drew them, dredging warmth up from the recesses of his memories only for it to turn cold at the tips of his fingers. Again, again, again, he had to get it right-- "Sosiel."

Kyr's voice was sharper the second time, but it was his hands that broke Sosiel from his stupor, palms cool against the fever pitch of his cheeks. Sosiel blinked, and suddenly he was in the study again. In his body. Sore from base of his skull to his knuckles to the pit of his empty stomach, stiff even in his thoughts as he looked up at the Knight Commander.

"What is all this?"

Sosiel realized for the first time that he had destroyed half his sketchbook in one sitting, desk and floor alike littered with his failed attempts.

He shuddered.

"A foolish endeavor, nothing more."

Kyr glanced down at the last thing Sosiel had drawn: a man whose smile had become a snarl despite his every effort.

"Your brother?"

"Trever..." Sosiel couldn't say his name in anything other than a whisper, the kind of frightened prayer that came at the end of the world. "A-as best I can remember him, but I can't... I see him so clearly in my mind's eye, as the good, kind man I knew him to be, and yet every time I try to draw him, the image is distorted. As if my hand knows that it is a lie. And now when I try to think of him, it all blurs together. Everything that the Hellknight told us, all that vile cruelty taints my memories."

He spoke faster and faster, as if trying to catch up to that memory of Trever before it slipped from his fingers entirely, words and images spilling.

"If I forget him now," tears bleeding together, suddenly slow, "the only thing left will be a monster."

And Kyr. Aeon. Judge. A dhampir fit for hating other monsters. Would do his duty if they found him.

And would that not be justice?

"It will not be the only thing." There was something in Kyr's voice. A slight, hesitant quiver against his usual dry deliberation. "Remember what Halaseliax told us: as long as someone is alive, they can still change. Trever still has that. Will always have that. The possibility for redemption."

Whatever Sosiel had been expecting Kyr to say to comfort him--perhaps nothing at all, perhaps his wounds were not worth tending, made to be borne alone--it was not that.

Not after Kyr had warred with himself so bitterly just to let one cultist leave Terendelev's lair.

Sosiel looked up at him through watery eyes. "Do you really believe that?"

Surely you of all people must believe that we can all change for the better.

I have not changed.

"Yes." Kyr's thumb traced the tears along Sosiel's cheekbone. "I am trying to. Believe. In this, in second chances and salvation and choosing to be better. We will give Trever that chance when we find him."

These sketches--messy, brutal, unforgiving toward subject and artist alike--had made for poor worship of Shelyn. As, it seemed, did most of Sosiel's drawings these days, dwelling on the mutated flesh of Areelu's lab and the Ivory Sanctum. Whatever faith he still nurtured, a seedling of beauty tucked away, preserved but hidden, it flourished now. Not as any fruit or flower, something that would inevitably spoil and rot, but evergreen, pine needles all the more beautiful for the snow their boughs supported.

"Thank you..." Sosiel's voice broke with his body, unable to sit upright any longer. He crushed himself against Kyr instead, too feverish for his usual worries about impropriety. Instinctive, safe, hopeful as he nuzzled the other man's chest. Listened to that death-slow pulse beneath his shuddering. "Thank you, thank you."

It took a moment--it always did--but Kyr wrapped his arms around him and held him tight. "You're welcome."

[bara-izu]

Do you have any advice for doing comics? Like do you plan them out before hand or let the story develop itself as you go?

I do mostly plan, but sometimes the scene changes as panels are drawn out! Personally i try to keep it loose but with a general idea of a start and finish, like, whats the main thing i want to get across-

This might get long so lemme break this up :D

My comics usually start with dialogue exchanges or a specific interaction (object or person), which i then branch out from- i try and thumbnail these ideas down asap, just really shitty sketches so i can move chop and change their positions as i see fit~

Lil behind the scenes of some of my recent ones with their crappy thumbs (which i admit sometimes have more charm then the finished but alas, we roll)

For longer comics i will write a script out eg.

H (awkwardly looking away): Sorry... i just, have a lot on my mind... and well.... in it A (a faked smile, monotone voice): Ha. Ha. funny.

For me, i do try and think about the scenes as if they were storyboards for a film rather than comics... (hence why most of my panels are just uninteresting long boxes) so i use a lot of cinematography approaches to the framing (close ups, establishing shots ect) The other main thing you're then going to want to think about is:

Leaving enough room for speech bubbles (i'm bad at this, but this is why we script beforehand)

Arranging your speech bubbles to lead the reader around your art

The first thing people will look at is the speech bubbles in a panel. While 'leading lines' are a great way to help guide you in the right direction to read, having the bubbles arranged in a way that leads the eye is also useful!

(this is from my upcoming story 'Be Gay Do Crime', this is however a scrapped version of the prologue which is currently being editted)

Pacing is also incredibly important! And i dont just mean the scene itself- but also the way the dialogue is presented! For example:

Breaking up the speech bubbles puts pauses between the sentence, spaces out the way a character speaks and gives them a bit more personality. (of course you don't have to break everything up into 2 word boxes, this is just an example)

If there is anything i've missed, let me know- this is the main bits i could think of off the top of my head! i hope it helps!

[felonytaxevasion]

Ok full Jessie Sy conversation/argument thoughts

“Sy,” Jamie said. “Before we move forward with this plan, you should tell Lil.”

First of all. Fucking IN CRE DI BLE that this whole argument started because Jamie said "hey I think Lillian deserves to know whats going on"

“Jamie,” I cut him off. The word was angry and sharp enough that he stopped dead in his tracks. “Stop. Please.” He drew in a deep breath and sighed. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, then. Do I keep my mouth shut when it comes to the team, the strategy?” “Lillian did. She hung back, observed, learned how the team works, and she’s an honorary Lamb now,” I said. My emotions were coloring my tone, but I felt like the words were pretty dang reasonable. “I know about Lillian, I’ve read the books,” he said. “Why even say that? Are you implying I’m not a Lamb? That I haven’t gone through similar experiences, or that I’m somehow less?” “That’s not what I’m saying,” I said. “Not in the slightest.”

Truly I don't know what he IS trying to say here if not that. "Don't talk to me until I've decided I like you but YOU have to trust me wholeheartedly but you also can't act like you know me because you don't. Why do you think I'm not treating you like a Lamb"

“There’s an adjustment period, Jamie. Yes, it’s a bigger adjustment with you than with Ashton. He’s still a puppy. You’re-” “Whatever the dog equivalent of spoiled goods are?” Jamie asked. “A bad memory?” “No,” I said. “Yes, but not- that’s not the problem, Jamie. The problem- the times when it’s hardest to accommodate, it’s when you act like you know us.” “When I know you, you mean.” “Yes,” I said.

YOU LITERALLY JUST GOT ON HER CASE FOR NOT TRUSTING YOU

AND ALSO LAST CHAPTER FOR ASKING YOU QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR THOUGHT PROCESS

HOW IS AHE SUPPOSED TO GET TO KNOW YOU IF YOU GET MAD AT HER FOR TRYING TO LEARN

Also good LORD calling her spoiled goods. We have to kill him

“I’ve read the books, Sy. I’ve read about the Lambs, I’ve read about the past jobs. I’m in a weird, freaky place where I’m new but not new. I’m like him but not like him.

MAN. Do you guys ever imagine an AMV that doesn't exist and get sad about your own imagination.

Like Him by Tyler The Creator Jessie and Jamie AMV attacking me in my mind, the only place it exists

“I want this to work, I want the team dynamic to be good. I want us to remember his memory in a good way, in a way he’d want to be remembered. Including that part of him that lives on through- as you.” I worried he would buck, that he’d say something akin to, ‘That’s not my responsibility.’ “I wholly agree,” Jamie said.

MAN I can't lie I was mad at Sy but I put that song on and now I'm not even angry I'm just sad about how bad Jessie's life is

I reached down, and I pulled the ring off my thumb. “There’s a sketch of that in one of the volumes,” Jamie said. I nodded. “But you know that. It was one of the books you, uh, borrowed from the office and took to Brechwell.” I nodded again. “Took it off of someone I killed. She had pictures, a history, an existence. It’s a reminder, that the people I’m dealing with… they have existences beyond this one moment we’re in. The one crisis we’re facing. It’s stupid and it’s incomplete, but it’s one piece of what I’ve been working on.”

Ok brief intermission from very sad Jessie thoughts to say. Did not think that's what the ring meant. I thought he took it as a symbol of connection between the lambs like it was a symbol of connection between the Humors. I did not realize Sy felt bad about killing melancholy

“I don’t need you to be my conscience, Jamie. I don’t need you to challenge me or check me or question me, okay?” “What am I supposed to do, then? When it looks like you’re charging into a bad situation, or treating a teammate wrong, I can’t speak up? I have to keep my mouth closed, when everyone else is free to do what they want? I can’t be a shadow, Sy.” “Not be a shadow, but shadow us. Get to know me before you make assumptions about what I’m doing or how I’m operating. I’ve changed from the person that appears in the books, and some of the stuff in there isn’t as accurate as you think it might be, okay? There are gaps. I know there are gaps, events he didn’t write down.”

Diversity Win! Sylvester Lambridge is treating this trans girl misogynistically before she even comes out!

“Fuck the books!” I said, lunging to my feet as I said it, bringing my hand down on the nearest available thing, the plate of cooling meat I’d set down on the stair, and sent it spinning skyward. Jamie flinched as it came down a foot behind him, cracking on the step. Jamie set his jaw, clenching his teeth, but he didn’t stand. “I have changed from the person you got to know from the books. I am changing. And maybe I’m changing slower or I’m more twisted in how I grow than some…” I gestured at myself, “But don’t assume you know me.” “There’s a code,” he said. Breathing hard, standing on the stair, I looked down at him. “It’s not something you’d pick up on a hundred reads, unless you had a perfect memory and the ability to pull it all together, or if you were actively looking for it. A letter and number combination in a poem. Words scratched into that scratchy style of drawing he did, that you’d only see if you knew the right place to look. His words to me, spread out over pages, backward and forward. Private thoughts. Filling in details. He knew the Academy would read the texts and there were details he didn’t want them to know, about the Lambs, questions of loyalty here and there. About him. About you.”

Ok back to being REALLY SAD

“You borrowed the last book. I know you read it, looking for insight or answers.” I shook my head. Read it over and over and over. “There’s no entry just prior to his death, he didn’t have time to write,” Jamie said. “But I know what he was planning on telling you. I can connect the dots. What you’re saying, I understand it.” I shook my head again. I wasn’t disagreeing, so I didn’t know why I was doing it. “He wanted to equip me to be a real member of the Lambs. And that’s part of why it’s so monumentally frustrating that you’re holding me back, keeping me at arm’s length.”

Sy almost got me to feel bad for him here before Jessie brought us back on track to remind us all HOW SAD EVERYTHING ABOUT THE FIVE MONTHS SHES BEEN ALIVE HAVE BEEN

“You had the answers all along?” “Since we left Brechwell and I read the books you had.” I almost cussed at him right there. “Like you said,” Jamie told me, “You’d changed. I had no way of knowing who you’d become in the months since. If I told you the wrong thing, you might have told the Academy. Or done something else.” “What were you waiting for?” I asked. “This, I suppose. This conversation. The point where I could be sure I was talking to the real Sylvester.”

SHES SO SAD AND ALONE TRYING TO FIND OUT IF THE SY JAMIE WAS BEST FRIENDS WITH DIED ALONGSIDE JAMIE

“One of the last messages,” Jamie said. He stood from the stair, flipping up his hood, and walked down to the dirt at the side of the stairs. “Below the eye of a cat he’d drawn. Lines scratched out in a cross-hatch style to deepen the shadows in the eye socket. One of the more common forms of the code. Five…”

....

Jamie said, “It was one of the very few imperatives he gave me. I think he didn’t want to give me too many orders, in case I rebelled. ‘Help Sylvester’.”

Jamie leaving space for Jessie to be her own person but leaving the final message to please protect his stupid pathetic meow meow asshole best friend. I wish Jessie and Jamie could meet each other

“He cared about you. Above all else, you were his best friend. That came first. Whatever you might have said, I think he knew you well enough to know your words or actions didn’t come from the heart.” “They still hurt him.” “Yep,” Jamie said. “And you deserve to feel bad about that. But I think you’ve agonized over it for long enough to do it penance. If my opinion counts for anything.” “It counts,” I said. “I’m not convinced, but thank you.” He nodded.

Man I don't even care. Please give Jessie a hug and tell her thank you for trying so hard to help you even when you're so mean to her

The girl still sat on the steps, trying not to participate or get caught up in the discussion. She hunched forward, shoulders drawn forward, getting wet. I pulled off my jacket, and I draped it over her. Jamie reached out. He put a hand on my shoulder, and I didn’t flinch or pull away. I even found the courage to meet him in the eye. I felt the now-familiar pain at seeing Jamie’s ghost. The pain and the anger were there, to be sure, the warbeast still in its cage.

I kind of wish Sy gave his jacket to Jessie but seeing him treat others with kindness like Jamie wanted and not flinching when Jessie reached out will have to do. For now

[kirchefuchs]

ann found my ask and made me do my hw huhu

BUT ANYWAY

no rant tonight (it's 9pm in my area) lol– just felt like coming over here cuz ✨burnout✨

how r u doin, Ceres? :D? Anything on your mind as you're reading this?

[I also request a good ol patpat on the head for Lux hehe lil guy deserves it <33 /p]

— 🅰️non || 05/07/2023 [PS: Happy #Speak Your Language day!! Nais ko sa iyo ang pinakamahusay na swerte :D!!]

I just woke up so no thoughts, head empty. But I do have this spare sketch of Stanley giving human Lux a lil kiss on the cheek *sleepy thumbs up*

[cursezoroark]

Here's a cute oc to oc interaction to fill your hand resting days.

A thing about Imani ( rejuv ) is that she's really into fashion, specifically fashion design. She has a sketch book filled with different outfit designs ( some finished, a lot not....a lot also clown themed?). Bc of plot and honestly needing a lot of time to sit down, get supplies and make the things she has designed, actually making things fully isn't a luxury she always has( though that kiiiinda changed as of the recent chapter). Her biggest piece is actually a jacket she wears, which is a big ol denim jacket that she has matched and stitched herself. Though for what she can't make fully, she can make up for in smaller things - like accessories!

Aaallll of this is set up to say I think it could be cute if Imani made a little clothing accessory for Mona. It can honestly be anything you think Mona would like - maybe a cute lil bracelet or necklace? I dunno. But I know Imani made it unprompted and she just felt like giving Mona something. If she had to give a reason, it would be " to say thank you for trying so hard".

And yeah! Something cute I thought of haha. - R

Aough. Ur too kind to me. I love big denim jackets so I rlly approve of the fashion choice. Bulky. Cracking my knuckles thinking about their reaction.

Mona (if u know my aelita comic) isn’t used to being given gifts at all. They do get given gifts by people they helped. But it’s a bit hard to get used to, so they just hoard it in one corner. Unless it was useful in the Field (read; battle items.) They’ll stare at Imani like a baffled cat of sorts. But thank her of course, it does mean smth. The closeness of their relationship would determine how often Mona would actually wear the accessory though.

If they weren’t close, it goes in the hoard corner. It’s not that they’re ungrateful, they really do care about everyone around them more than a stranger’s extent. But rather, it’s a Lot. It’s stored as neatly as possible though, not tossed around.

If they Are close, Mona would wear it. For sure. One of their habits and my favorite thing to draw is how they always reach for their bandanna when they’re distressed, contrary to their face. It’s a way of self soothing. So if it was say, a bracelet, they’d probably thumb over it as well. Or use it as a stim accessory for when they’re nervous. A necklace would be more difficult, because it would cause discomfort (have u ever wore a bandanna and a necklace all at once? Itchy.) so it would probably be repurposed somewhere. But still. Always on them. They’d probably insist on giving smth back. If they know about the sketchbook, they’d probably pay a fashion commissioner to make a design. If not, probably gets a hefty load of supplies delivered to her at one point (they have a Ton of money because they never spend it on themselves, only for battle and their Mons).