#this drawing is from like almost a year ago??

[aheathen-conceivably]

A few hours drive from Strangerville, in the shelter of an abandoned horse pasture, the Lou Dufour Circus had hoisted their tents as if by magic. They spent the late summer months there, drawing a nearly never-ending stream of visitors to their show night after night. Lured by the the promise of forgetting their worries for one fanciful night, people came from all corners of the West, traversing along the route that ran through the region’s heart like a life-giving artery.

Come Fall, when the desert nights grew too cold and the townsfolk had given what little coin they had to spare, the tents would disappear as quickly as they had arrived, gone south to Florida where they would spend the winter months. Then the horse field was left abandoned once more, the well-worn pathways of a thousand hurried footsteps the sole reminder of the magic that had been there only weeks before.

Only to Violette, none of it seemed temporary. How could it be? How could mere mortals fold and package infinite yards of canvas like a rabbit hidden in a magician’s hat?

How could they balance knives and tame lions? How could they make the desert night shine so brightly that you couldn’t even see the darkness anymore? Only stars above made of artificial light that were even brighter than the ones in the sky. Stars that made you feel like you were shining too - shining like all of these lights and this magic that had sprung from the dry ground where nothing grew. Especially not magic. 

It seemed as though just like Oz, it was a city crafted out of wonder and illusion alone, somewhere between the things she had seen in her dreams and what she knew was possible.

Maybe even more amazingly, she soon realized, was that she had yet to see even a portion of this Oz’s magic. If outside the tent had been enchanting, it was nothing compared to the wonder hiding beneath the big tented red fabric jutting from the center of it all. 

One act after another wowed them. Strong men and lion tamers, acrobats and jugglers, each of which elicited cheers or laughter or gasps of awe from the audience. When Violette could tear her eyes away from the performers, she liked watching the people in the audience almost as much as the acts themselves.

There was something in the crowd that was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Like a rising tide that had picked them up and carried them together, their cheers crashed onto her ears like waves, amplified beyond any one voice or singular emotion. It was all-consuming, intoxicating even, and yet she wasn’t even the one in the center of it all. What those performers must have felt like in the spotlight, surrounded by the ripples they had created, echoing through the audience one by one until they rolled back down on them as waves of adoration and thunderous applause.

Yet none of it compared to the moment an aerialist descended from the center of the tent, her arms extended and the silk of her outfit shimmering as though she held all the stars in the sky within herself. Even Violette pulled herself away from the faces of the crowd to stare at her. Their laughter and cheers had ceased, leaving only a silent and suspended wonder hanging in the air. The woman floating above held them all captivated as they waited for her to move, and she allowed them time to observe every ounce of her beauty before she amplified it with a single movement of her delicate hand.

Violette had never seen anything like it, had never seen someone captivate so many people and look so beautiful except for…

She turned to her side, where her mother’s profile was staring at the aerialist in wonder as she began her routine. Except for her, magnetic and free as she shined like a star in the night on that stage all those years ago. Now there she sat, watching another, the light within her dim by comparison, but clear for Violette to see. 

On the other side of her profile Violette saw her father steal a glance in the same direction. The flashing circus lights shined across the crowd and onto her mother’s face, and in that moment Violette knew that her father could see it too - the light in her mother that she remembered from all those years before. It went beyond simple beauty, although she knew that would always be a part of it. But it was more than that - a sort of spellbinding talent that could be switched on for a crowd to see, captivating and magnetizing them all at once, or kept hidden like the candle of a precious flame for only a rare few.

High above them the aerialist flipped forward, hanging suspended above the hard ground below with only her hands. All at once the crowd took in a sharp gasp of fear, until her leg went toward the heavens and they went quiet once again.

Violette watched her every movement in awed silence. No. There was nothing hidden about her, nothing shy or reserved or precious. Only a sense of limitless adoration surrounding her like magic. Nearly every eye in the crowd was trained on her and only her, as though waiting for her permission to clap or breath or even move their eyes.

No that - that was what Violette wanted, to be at the center of the crowd without a care in the world other than their love. Because once she was surrounded by their eyes and their waves of wonder, she would never need anyone or anything else ever again. If she had that, then she would have everything.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Pandora's Box: John Shen x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @miraclesabound @cannonindeez @fadeinsol @nommingonfood

Companion piece to:

Ashes - You take revenge on the first man your parents sold you to.

The Choice - In the wake of his brother’s suicide John goes against his parents’ wishes and makes a choice about his residency.

You Should See Me In A Crown - A chance encounter sparks the beginning of something special for John.

Dick Pics - You and John discuss your dating life in the ambulance bay during a rare shift break.

Brunch - John refuses to give up when you miss brunch with him.

Silly Little Boys (NSFW) - John's not like the other men you've been with.

In The Summer - You discover John's secret.

Tiger, Tiger - John reveals the truth between his engagement and his history.

Jack - John's mother opens up old wounds by giving John a copy of your DCFS file.

Bare (NSFW) - John and you commit to each other in a special way.

The Shirt - Jack realises that you're wearing a boyfriend shirt.

Tradition - Mrs Shen makes a decision regarding the wedding.

The Wedding Gift - John's dad brings out the worst in him.

John hasn’t seen his brother Edward in almost a year. He’s been a ghost in John’s life ever since the disagreement between him and his parents started regarding the wedding. John gets why, he doesn’t want to rock the boat, to shine a light on his own issues so he takes a step back, hides in the shadows.

Which is why it’s such a surprise when John finds him standing there at the reception desk. He’s clad in a suit that costs more money than John makes in a month, scrolling through his phone as he leans back against the counter.

“Edward, what are you doing here?” John asks as he dispenses antibacterial gel into his hands, rubbing them together. “If you’re here to advocate for dad…”

“No.” Edward says drawing out the word as he tucks his phone into his pocket. “Is there somewhere the two of us can go to talk privately?”

“Yea.” John says, scanning across The Pitt until his gaze comes to rest on the stairwell that leads upstairs to the rest of the hospital. “Follow me.”

He ignores the expression on Edward’s face as they step out into the dark, quiet space. The walls muffle the sound from the ED, while the cold air causes goosebumps to break out across John’s bare arms. He folds them over his chest for warmth as he waits for his brother to speak.

“Something is going to come out over the next couple of days.” Edward tells him, his hands sliding into his trouser pockets. “Something I don’t want you to be blindsided by.”

“Ok…” John says shrugging his shoulders. “What is it?”

“Obviously you know the company’s about to go under, it’s all over the Shanghai news outlets but they’re running a story tomorrow on Dad, on the fact he’s been embezzling.”

The news hits John like a freight train because never in a million years would he have suspected anything like that.

“I don’t understand why would he need to embezzle, mom has family money.” He tells Edward, his brow furrowing as he struggles to process this news.

“Because for the past nine years Dad has been having an affair with a woman in New York, he set her up with a house in the Hamptons. They have two kids together, a girl and a boy. Jada and Michael.”

John feels like he’s been punched in the chest, the oxygen seems to evaporate right out of his lungs as he tries to make sense of what he’s hearing. “How do you know all of this?”

“Mom.” Edward sighs, shaking his head. “He told her a couple of nights ago before he left to move in with his mistress. If he returns to Shanghai he’ll be arrested by the police out there so he’s decided to stay in the US indefinitely.”

“I guess that dual citizenship really came in handy.” John says bitterly. “How’s mom doing with the whole thing?”

“She’s already back in Shanghai, being doted on by the aunties. She didn’t seem too broken up by it if I’m honest. I think she’s gonna stay out there for a while, show the community she wasn’t affiliated with any of his nonsense.” Edward informs him and John nods his head in understanding. His mom has a lot of family over there, he’s glad that’s amongst her people, that they’ll care of her in the way that only traditional Chinese families know how. “The press are gonna be reaching out for quotes about Dad when the story hits so it’s my advice you turn your phone off for a couple of days.”

“Yea…” John says gesturing at the building they’re standing in. “That’s not really something I can do.”

“Well John, you did open Pandora’s Box with this whole thing.” Edward says without an ounce of sympathy. “You couldn’t just fall into line like the rest of us, you had to put yourself above the family.”

“I didn’t want a loveless marriage.” John says frankly, meeting Edward’s gaze. “I didn’t want to be like you or Li, I want to be happy, to love the woman I choose to spend the rest of my life with...”

“Well you have that now don’t you?” Edward snarks. “You get to do what you want while the rest of us have to live with it.”

“You don’t have to live with it.” John reminds him, his palm rubbing over the nape of his neck. “That’s the point, you don’t have to stay married to Mae if you don’t want to. The worst thing that can happen has happened, what is you coming out gonna do to damage the families reputation. It’s already in tatters.”

“You don’t understand…” Edward tells him and John concedes that point.

Coming out is an intensely personal experience and with Edward, there’s years of self-loathing to address before he starts to feel comfortable in his own skin.

“Look I just came to tell you about Dad so you weren’t ambushed by reporters over the phone.” Edward says as he heads towards the door leading back to the E.D. His fingers wrap around the handle gripping it before he lingers for a second, tilting his head up to meet John’s eyes. “I’m glad you got what you wanted John, even if it did come at the cost of our family.”

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[mortimerc]

ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴛꜱ

ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴍᴏꜱᴇʀ

ᴛᴡ: ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱ1 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴇxᴛᴇʀ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ, ᴏᴏᴄ ʙʀɪᴀɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ, ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

Not proofread.

You’ve met Brian ever since you both were children. Brian being evaluated in the psychiatric hospital after having experienced the most traumatic moment in a cargo container. And you being in the hospital for your own reasons.

You both quickly clicked and become the best of friends, being together for everything everywhere. You two were inseparable. That is when Brian and you got enrolled into different universities for your studies. Having no choice, you both parted to your own ways.

Since then, you hadn’t seen Brian for years. That is when you worked for the Miami Police Department and you’ve met people that you cared for like Debra Morgan, her brother, Dexter, Sargent Angel, Masuka, Maria, Sargent Doakes and more. For a while, you had forgotten about Brian, that is when the Ice-Truck Killer starts murdering and leaving clues of the past.

At first, none of the murders showed any clues on the identity of the murderer that is until the crime scene at the Marine View Hotel. The first step you took in the room immediately rings a bell in your mind. It had kept you up all night. Then something clicked. The crime scene reminded you of the time where Brian told you what and why he is in the hospital in the first place.

Mother murdered— cargo container— 2 inch of blood filled the floors of the cargo. The sprays of blood at the crime scene looked almost identical to the drawings that Brian drew that when he was young that you still kept. Now everything makes sense. You had read every news article of crimes due to trying to find clues from a murder case years ago— coming across the one article that you had printed and kept for yourself.

The article of the murder of Laura Moser’s death. The last name caught your eye and you read the whole thing to find out that it was the mother of your coworker, Dexter and your best friend, Brian. You’ve connected the dots that they both were biological brothers and you had also connected the dots that Brian might be the Ice-Truck killer but you had no proof that he is the killer or even alive.

It’s all a coincidence, right?

“Hey, [Name]! Come here!” Debra yelled at you across the main room of the police department excitedly.

You walked towards her to see a well dressed man, average height- slightly shorter than you by her side. “Well, who is this Deb?” You asked her. Observing the man, he seemed to be from the hospital near the department by the tag hanging off of his breast pocket.. ‘Rudy Cooper’.

“Ah ok! Ive been waiting to introduce him to you first ‘cause you’re my bestie-“ Debra explained with a wide grin. “Rudy,, meet [Name], [Name],, meet Rudy— my boyfriend!”

“Nice to meet you, Rudy...-“ You held your hand out for a hand shake.

“Ah, Cooper, Rudy Cooper. [Name] huh,,, well— nice to meet you-“ he seemed to be stumped for a second after Deb said your name before he shakes your hand in response.

You gave him a smile before telling Deb- “Well, I have to send this off to Lieutenant LaGuerta, see you?” You said pointing out the file in your hand

“Oh yeah sure, see ya!” Deb said as you walked to LaGuerta’s office.

Something about that man, Rudy was it? He gives you the feelings that you can’t point.

So you did the things that normal people do, you took your lunch break and day off to,, observe Rudy. You walked around the hospital, watching and remembering his schedule, where his apartment is, everything. Being apart of the police department helps a lot when you need information on someone.

This is normal. Totally normal.

Well scratch that— one day, normal day for you to,, observe Rudy again. You don’t think he knows that you’re doing this, seeing him leave the club with the hooker that looked unconscious, following him to his apartment. You had broken in the said apartment sometimes, so following him back into his home is not a problem you would come across.

You didn’t had 100% proof that he was the Ice-Truck Killer but you had 100% proof that he is Brian by getting a match for his prints from a Tampa mental hospital before Angel does, leading you to the name Brian Moser. You had your own speculation that he is the killer so seeing him record a horrifying video of the victim that he kidnapped, killing her and draining her blood doesn’t surprise you. Well you had the intention to surprise him at least. After he was done with his ‘work’, he soon came out of his refrigeration chamber, he soon saw you sitting on the floor leaning against his couch, reading a book you found on the table.

“So. You knew?” He asked, without any hesitation.

You stood up, towering over him, putting the book down to walking towards him, saying “always had a hunch” and pulling him into an embrace, patting his back.

“Oh how I missed you, Brian.”

Brian reciprocated the hug and says “Me too.”

After a while, Brian dragged you to the kitchen and had some bottle of beers “So what now, are you going to report me to the police?” Brian asked. You half laughed-scoffed “how am i going to do that? You’ll kill me before i even get there- hell you might even report me to the police for breaking in. And besides, I lo- care to much about you.” You explained.

“Just say you love me-“ he said before pulling you by your tie into a kiss. His hand grips your hair while your hand landed on his waist. Pulling away to catch both of your breath but lips still touching. “So.. you’re not creeped out by my ‘little hobby’? Terrified even?” He asked. You thought about it, looking at him before saying “No, not really. I really expected this thing would happen the first time you told me about you past at the mental hospital.”

“You still remember that? Fair enough.” Brian said before pulling you into another kiss. You both spent the night together after reuniting and cherishing each other’s presence. You vowed to him to never leave him alone ever again.

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ

[delphianactuallydoodling]

The Gallery Wall pt 2: electric boogaloo The Yap Post

DISCLAIMER: I read this book once and almost a year ago. I tried my very best to refresh my memory through various ways, but really I should just read it again.

I tried to keep everything as book accurate as possible, but if I skipped over stuff then that's probably why. I plan to make more fanart in the future, so I'll keep any corrections in mind for the future.

That being said, I want to get into some of the inspiration and thoughts behind my designs for the Greek class.

A general critique I have for people's designs for all the characters is that they exist in a sort of time period-less void. We know the story is set in the 80's, yet that style is not explored very much. I don't know if this is because people easily associate the 80's with neon colors and other garish aesthetics that feel like a total opposite of the ambiance of this novel. However that's not an accurate portrayal of what a lot of 'normal' people were wearing during that time.

Despite the Greek class being maybe slightly old fashioned in an old money sort of way I don't believe they would totally disregard the trends of the time.

Camilla

Camilla quite suits the 80's. The trend of pastel clothing is in line with Donna's description of the twins wearing mostly white or other light colors.

I'm not necessarily opposed to the Camilla with a bob agenda, but there were more than enough icons in the 80's that were rocking a pixie cut adjacent hairstyles for me to go even shorter. I ended up going with Molly Ringwald for my main source of inspiration hairstyle wise. The curls add to the angelic description.

Longer hair than a bob is out of the question. I find it a kind of weird design choice. Sometimes it comes off to me as if people can only view Camilla as either a tomboy or very femme. I'm a firm believer that short hair is neutral and doesn't necessarily lean toward masculine looking. It's all about styling and Camilla certainly seems to like feminine things.

I imagine her to be slightly boyish looking, because she resembles her brother. I sketched them at the same time to ensure they would resemble each other, not having one particular refence in mind. Ironically I think my earlier versions resemble each other more than my final versions. Charles' design felt lackluster however so I redid it.

Charles

Originally I wanted to give Francis Wham era George Michael hair, but then I read his description again. However Charles is a sort of popular attractive man for the time period, so why would he not have big hair. Thus the transfer was made. This did have as a consequence that in some stages of the process he very heavily resembled princess Diana. I thought that was quite funny.

For Charles I did the opposite of what I did with Camilla. For Camilla I made sure she was pretty in a bit of a boyish way, so for Charles I made sure he didn't turn out too masculine. We don't want Chad Charles.

Francis

Here I'm starting to doubt myself a little bit. A lot of people draw Francis with slightly longer hair, but compared to Camilla he doesn't get any people complaining. I might have missed a passage somewhere, but I also like the idea that my interpretation is just different from others.

When I decided for myself I was going to give him very short hair I knew I had to draw some inspiration from Annie Lennox. She's obviously very fashionable, as is Francis, and known for wearing suits. I had to tweak the design to be more classical and to include a necktie. He feels very maximalist, so on top of his described pince-nez glasses I drew him with an earring and a bunch of brooches.

As for the make-up I know he'd get hate crimed on campus, but it's a fun thing to imagine. Although I left it out of the final design for that reason.

I don't mind Evgeniy Shvarts as a fancast. I think he has similar facial features to what I had imagined.

Henry

Henry is often designed too skinny and/or too conventionally attractive. It's a difficult balance to keep him looking severe and off putting enough, but also broad enough and almost handsome. One thing is for certain that man doesn't give a flying fuck about what currently in style. I haven't been able to figure out if those 'English suits' have a particular cut in that time, but I can't imagine him walking around in an 80's oversized suit with big shoulder pads. However not a tight 70's suit either, so take that as you will.

I'm not too mad at Zane Holtz as a fancast. He's certainly broad enough, but I find him to be too conventionally attractive. However it's a lot better than some others I've seen. I also don't believe him to wear his hair like that. Not a lot of people notice his scar, so that leads me to believe it's at least partially covered by his hair.

I ended up giving him browline glasses, because I thought if I ever did end up drawing Bunny them having different glasses would set them apart more design wise. However after I finished the drawing I saw that passage that says he has the same wire frame glasses that bunny has. I like that the browline glasses make him look even more stern, but if we were to go for accuracy I'd have to change it.

Richard

Richard was the hardest for me to design and honestly I still don't know what I imagine his facial features to be. All I knew was that I wanted him to have a fuck ass haircut. He seems like the sort of dude that hasn't changed his hair in years. The only thing that's changed is that his mom used to cut it and now he does it himself. That's how I landed on a late 70's, Beatle-esque mop that's in a constant state of being slightly too long. He's somehow handsome enough to pull it off though, much to his own confusion I imagine.

He's wearing a sweatshirt that is noticeably less formal than the others. Paired with that tweed jacket he borrowed from Judy Poovey.

General

I'm going to be honest I didn't have a particular idea behind the strip of light besides that the drawing would be too boring without some interesting lighting.

Rapid fire composition choices:

Henry's portrait is greyscale and his frame features a rose to give the whole thing an in memoriam feel

His portrait is bigger and in the top corner to make it feel like he is looming over the rest

Francis' portrait looks more like a painting than a portrait photo to compliment his classic style

The obvious stain where another portrait used to be. His presence can't be completely erased by that and the little frame featuring bunnies still being on the wall

Richard's photo is sun bleached and slightly damaged. Like he either took it with him from home and they never bothered to replace it or the rest of the group just didn't care enough to be gentle with it.

That's also the reason why his is the smallest portrait and is placed in the corner.

The ferns in the bottom corner

Butterfly for transformation corny

If you're still here sorry for yapping so much and THANK YOU for reading. Thank you in general for y'alls nice comments and reblogs. I read all your yapping, I love it. Please let me know your thoughts!

As I said in my last post I want to make more fanart in the future.

[andielle]

prologue|chpt. 1|chpt. 2|chpt. 3|masterlist

You and Bucky have shared this relationship for almost a year now. He sleeps with you to relieve stress, you sleep with him to free you from your slight crush on him.But what happens when Bucky breaks the rules of your relationship, and yearns for more?

MODERN! Office AU! Bucky x Reader

chapter 2: metal and sparks | 1.5k words | warnings: none!

BUCKY didn’t think much of you when you first came into his life two years ago. Nat introduced you to him as the new young innovator picked out by Tony to lead some of the projects. You were impressive, Nat says, and you turned a little shy from her comments, trying to oppose her flattery.

The first thing he noticed was that you were awkward and meek, yet you loved to crack silly jokes. You were like a mixture of both of the most important men in his life, Steve and Sam. Steve in the way you were humble, and wanted to do good. Sam in the way you were comfortable with being playful.

This allowed you to get closer to Bucky. When you first saw Bucky’s metal arm, you weren’t freaked out, nor did you pry, you were merely fascinated. You didn’t judge him nor distrust him.

On the contrary, you offered to fix and make adjustments to his arm whenever it started making noises. Bucky would usually rather do it himself, but there was something about the way you were gentle with his arm, like you were afraid to hurt him, he had a metal arm, for Christ’s sake.

He remembered it, the way you tinkered with his arm. He saw the difference in size of your hand and his arm, with your hand not being able to fully grab his bicep.

He liked your hands, they were slightly calloused and rough, he could tell you worked hard. The sounds of metal and sparks were completely deafened as his gaze traced your hands which were busy, up to your arms where you had your sleeves rolled up, and finally, he felt his gaze rest on your face, slightly scrunched up with concentration.

You didn’t really notice his staring though, you kept your focus on his arm. “I found out why your arm kept making the screeching noises, and no, it’s not because you’re getting old,” you smiled at yourself at that comment, “It’s ‘cus of these loose screws around your joints,” you moved his wrist around for demonstration. “I’ll fix em’ up for you, no biggie!”

“No biggie,” he repeated. “What is that even supposed to mean?”

“No biggie!” you chirped, “It means I’ll fix up your arm whenever you want with zero conditions… because I’m so nice,” you joked.

“No but seriously, it’s getting harder and harder to figure out what the younglings are saying these days,” Bucky retorted.

“Younglings?—Okay Grandpa, I’m only two years younger than you!” you shook your head, trying to hide your grin.

Bucky felt a burst of laughter leave his throat, it was short-lived, but he genuinely laughed. He was surprised at himself.

He guessed you were surprised too, because you looked up, finally averting your focus to him, and you were smiling brightly. He saw that spark in your eye, and he felt something bubbling up in his chest. Something he hasn’t felt, in a long, long time, and for the first time in so long, he was afraid of what he was starting to feel.

THE FIRST NIGHT, TEN MONTHS AGO

Bucky was met with the smell of old books.

“Shoes off please,” you pointed to the shoe rack next to the entrance. Bucky removed his boots and put them neatly next to the other shoes you had.

He observed your apartment. The overhead lighting was warm and dim, with lamps being the most illuminating. It was very lived in, there were bookshelves near your couch that were filled with books.

But what really caught his attention were the drawings and sketches that were displayed on your walls. There were sketches of people and buildings in so many types of medium. This must’ve been what you were up to during your free time, and he had no idea until now, you never talked about it.

“Artist, huh?” he pointed out.

“Yep,” you said shyly, not making any eye contact. You didn’t know what to do, this was the first time you had a man in your apartment in years, so you were a little restless. You fidgeted with your fingers, also looking around your apartment, despite seeing it everyday.

“Sorry, I don’t get many visitors, so it’s kinda a mess,” you tried your best to look him in the eye this time. You started becoming more self-conscious about your apartment, you didn’t really decorate it to look presentable to other people.

You tried to avert Bucky’s attention from the drawings by gently grabbing his arm, his human arm, to pull him closer to you. When you let go, you raised your hands to hold his face. His eyes were locked onto yours, staring intensely, like he was trying to read your mind. You tiptoed, so you could meet his height.

“Did you really feel nothing for me all this time?” you asked eagerly, hoping for a clear answer.

He didn’t say anything— instead, he leaned in. His lips met yours, and you tasted bitter coffee. You both quickly locked in on a passionate kiss, feeling the softness of his lips, they were like petals.

You were confused, if he wanted a professional relationship, then why was he here? Why was he in your apartment? Why is he giving you so many mixed signals? Why was his lips on yours? Why did he smell of amber and cinnamon?

Why did kissing him feel so good?

You quickly found your brain spinning as you both continued kissing, your hand quickly entangling itself into his hair as you slowly led him to your bedroom.

PRESENT TIME, CAFE

You’ve had enough coffee for the day, so you ordered tea… Matcha. You keep forgetting that matcha is the worst thing to be drinking after having a heck ton of caffeine in your blood. Well, it’s too late to go back now, you thought as you sipped on the foamy beverage.

Steve and Bucky were sitting opposite of you and Nat. You all chatted about all sorts of things, but what Natasha said nearly made you spat out your drink.

“So uh… Any of you guys seeing anybody? Any dates?” she asked curiously. You had no idea if she said that on purpose or if she was genuinely asking. Steve was going on dates regularly with this one girl outside of the workplace, and they were going strong. Bucky just said no, before Steve offered to invite him out on a double date.

“What about you?” Nat nudged you, mouth half-full from her bagel.

“Nope! Been too busy with work,” you said nervously, trying to ignore the man that was staring holes through your skull. You pinched Nat from under the table, trying to silence her.

“Aw c’mon pal, you have to balance your work and your life!” Steve pipes in. You smiled at Steve’s comment, guilty that you were hiding your situation from him. “I do, I just don’t think I have any room for romance—any of that sort of stuff,” you replied.

Finally, Bucky spoke up, “And why is that? There's plenty of people at the office I'm sure would be happy to be with you,” he said light-heartedly. But you knew, he was trying to tease you.

Your eyes widened as you felt his shoe slither onto your ankle under the table. You hoped nobody noticed how embarrassed you were starting to get.

“Well, I did try to pursue somebody, almost a year ago, and it didn’t really work well,” you tried to mimic his attitude, albeit a little more passive-aggressive.

"Oh, that's the first time I've heard of this," Steve says curiously, "Why didn't it work out?"

Before you could say anything, Nat took the opportunity to fake-check her watch, “Oh man, is that the time?” she stood up quickly, her chair scraping onto the floor.

“Bye guys! I have to go, uh... feed my cats, good talk!” she jogs away, ‘accidentally’ dropping her wallet on the floor.

“Nat, wait! You dropped your wallet…” Steve chases after her. Oh my God, what was she plotting?

That just left you and Bucky at the table. You finally dropped the act and glared at him, “What are you trying to do? Why are you teasing me? What happened to keeping this out of the workplace?”

“Technically, we are outside of the workplace,” Bucky says cleverly, a smirk forming on his face. You faltered for a second, trying to memorize the expression on his face. It was when you felt his foot rub against your ankle, you snapped out of it.

“Don’t play games with me now, Bucky,” you hissed, “I keep my part of the agreement, no matter how hard and painful it is, and I only expect you to do the same,” you stood up, and stormed off, not even looking at him once.

You passed by Steve while you were exiting the cafe, bidding him farewell while he had a confused expression on his face.

[choco-bloop]

Took me long enough, but thanks Hermit a Day May Day 5 for being False to give me enough motivation to finish this piece (when I mean 'finish' i'm just referring to drawing the Calibur. Because that was a PAIN.)

Anyway- False's initial casual wear in my HermitKings AU! (Hermitcraft X Kingohger). I wanted to make it more like her empires fit but felt that that she wouldn't have that kind of outfit in the orphanage.

More info under the cut (Spoilers in bound, like massive MASSIVE spoilers)

False is an orphan suffering from amnesia for 15 years at this point, being found by the orphanage staff sometime during the Fury of the Gods. The only memory she ever has from before the orphanage is that of eating some dish called "Rainbow Jururira" but no one has been able to replicate it to what she remembers.

False picks up Shugoddam's Ohger Calibur during the predicted Bugnarok Invasion following the 5 kingdom meeting. She steals it from the current ruler and God Kuwagata accepts her as the next user.

The reason why this all works is that she's actually related to the late king of Shugoddam, who had died 15 years ago during the Fury of the Gods. He was succeeded by a mysterious ruler, only going by the title "The Mechanical Ruler".

In reality, said Ruler is False's "twin sister", True. Twin sister is True lightly putting it because False is a clone of her from a few years prior to FoTG. Their dad wanted more power to take over the other kingdoms and so Dugded created a clone of True and asked their dad to feed the newly created False shugod souls so she could become a weapon he could use.

True was left in the dark about what was happening to False and the two of them were raised as sisters with little outside contact so as to not alert any of the other kingdoms, or even the Shugoddam residents of the presence of a "second" heir.

However, once True found out what was happening to False after she falls into a deathly silent rage, she realises she has to save her twin sister from whatever their dad was trying to make her become. This comes into effect during the FoTG, when True watches their father die. Using this as the only chance she has, she asks the royal guard to send False away to protect her while she ascended the throne using her new fake identity.

False's amnesia stems from both the shugod souls and when she was dragged out of the castle, an explosion causing her to hit a wall and lose most of her memories.

She becomes king of Shugoddam following True's 'death' (more in her post in the future) and defeating Desnarok.

When she's revealed as a mere clone of True, she loses her will to battle and almost is controlled into destroying shugoddam until she remembers the promise she made to the kids and barely manages to stop herself from wreaking havoc.

True's side of the events in the AU will be in her own post but maybe that'll be in a month's time if that's even the next piece I tackle (prolly not)

[transrevolutions]

trick or treat

you get an old-ass drawing of camille desmoulins from a bigger project that I never finished!!

[stealingpotatoes]

On Anakin vs Barriss Offee: I love that it gets Anakin dual-wielding again. He should have done it all the time, it looks so cool with him

SO TRUE actually having a second lightsaber to match his padawan would fix him

(commission info // tip jar!)

[clownowo]

been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading

[vidkun]

[screwpinecaprice]

Oh oof I slipped and hit them with dark and serious beam. 😣

[jinglejails]

Pennywise carryin' some groceries.

[deadmaidclub]

could you perhaps draw a luh yasuke matsuda...........

i dont really know him like that but he is fun to draw

[0uterrim]

their little celestial spheres

[skunkes]

[rosie-kairi]

A lil Lester from memory bc I reread my old fics recently lol