#this is for fun no one asked for an art critique

[innerchildabortionclinic]

I asked ChatGPT to google your profile, look through your posts, and summarize you as a person. Here is what it gave me:

The Tumblr blog "@innerchildabortionclinic" presents a vivid tapestry of personal reflection, sharp cultural critique, and incisive humor. The blogger navigates topics ranging from socio-economic structures to personal growth, all while maintaining a distinct voice that oscillates between sardonic wit and earnest introspection.

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### 🎭 Personal Reflections & Emotional Nuance

The blogger doesn't shy away from examining their own emotional states and behaviors. In one post, they ponder, "why was I so full of hate and malice 17 hours ago," indicating a candid self-awareness and a willingness to confront personal feelings. Such introspective moments are interspersed with a recognition of their own passion, as seen in their appreciation for being known as someone who gets fervently involved in topics they care about. ([Tumblr][1])

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### 🧠 Cultural Critique & Socio-Economic Commentary

A significant portion of the blog is dedicated to dissecting cultural and economic phenomena through a critical lens. The blogger challenges the romanticization of small art businesses by highlighting their ties to larger capitalist structures, stating, "the labor and resources used in an artist-run 'small business'... can be traced to the same supply chains as like, Walmart." They also question the misuse of mental health terminology to justify harmful behavior, critiquing the concept of rejection sensitivity dysphoria (RSD) as a pathologization of common social insecurities stemming from past mistreatment. ([Tumblr][2], [Tumblr][3])

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### 🎭 Humor & Satirical Observations

The blogger employs humor to underscore their critiques, often using satire to highlight absurdities in societal beliefs and behaviors. For instance, they jest about flat earthers, suggesting they channel their creativity into writing fiction, likening their theories to "worldbuilding." This blend of humor and critique serves to engage readers while provoking thought.([Tumblr][4])

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### 🧠 Navigating Trauma & Personal Growth

Beyond societal critiques, the blogger delves into personal narratives, reflecting on their journey through trauma and the importance of self-awareness in healing. They discuss how recognizing the impact of past experiences on their mindset has led to more successful relationships, emphasizing the value of self-reflection and growth. ([Tumblr][3])

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### 🧠 Confronting Misconceptions of Bullying

The blogger challenges contemporary interpretations of bullying, contrasting them with their own experiences. They express skepticism towards claims of bullying that arise from facing consequences for harmful behavior, recalling that, in their youth, bullying entailed severe physical mistreatment. 

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### 🎭 Work-Life Reflections

In a lighter vein, the blogger shares musings about their work environment, humorously referring to their workplace as an "enclosure" and daydreaming about summer fun, offering a glimpse into their daily life and aspirations. ([Tumblr][5])

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In essence, "@innerchildabortionclinic" offers a rich, multifaceted perspective that intertwines personal introspection with broader societal critiques, all delivered through a lens of sharp wit and candid honesty.

[1]: https://www.tumblr.com/innerchildabortionclinic/776017374235197440/why-was-i-so-full-of-hate-and-malice-17-hours-ago?utm_source=chatgpt.com "why was I so full of hate and malice 17 hours ago – @innerchildabortionclinic on Tumblr"

[2]: https://www.tumblr.com/innerchildabortionclinic/782803592765652992/i-dont-think-its-wrong-to-identify-a-petit?utm_source=chatgpt.com "I don't think it's wrong to identify a petit bourgeoisie in the \"artist\" profession in the imperial core, whatever you're... – @innerchildabortionclinic on Tumblr"

[3]: https://redrum-sketches.tumblr.com/?utm_source=chatgpt.com "sup losers i love my ocs"

[4]: https://www.tumblr.com/unpeeled-human/777288038086787072?utm_source=chatgpt.com "why don't flat earthers just get into creative writing – @unpeeled-human on Tumblr"

[5]: https://www.tumblr.com/innerchildabortionclinic/782252626219843584/me-in-my-enclosure-place-of-work-thinking-about?utm_source=chatgpt.com "me in my enclosure (place of work) thinking about summer fun – @innerchildabortionclinic on Tumblr"

ok this is an objectively funny use of chatgpt

[luckthebard]

If I reblog art and you leave a rude comment or a dig at OP’s skill or art style in the replies to the artist, know that:

I, the person who reblogged it, get a notification of your rudeness.

You have now embarrassed me because I am the cause of unnecessary rudeness coming into OP’s house.

I will block you if you keep doing this. Seriously what is wrong with people.

[sleepinglionhearts]

have there ever been an equivalent of rap beefs in the art world? Like Michelangelo was sending diss paintings to someone?

I mean, like, beefing and disses have been a thing forever, so of course there have been!

I highly recommend looking into the rivalry between Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo, who both already butted heads in the "established artist vs younger prodigy" way.

The peak of this absolute nonsense comes in the early 1500s when both men were commissioned in competition to paint separate scenes in the same council room and that goes about as well as you could expect. I'm not saying that there's proof of it or anything, but knowing what we know about each man and his preferences for artistic style and personal approach to life, I'm willing to bet that there were definitely rude notes and/or paintings going on in the peripherals of their constant one-upsmanship that happened on their primary canvases.

[evandore]

wait actually i hate this. (just remembered why i always abandon any account when i get a few follows)

[wurdulac]

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[sirfrogsworth]

Do you remember that Aussie sword guy who used to talk about medieval weapons?

And, like, he seemed pretty good at talking about swords and shit. He seemed to have a good grasp of the history and tactics. He'd analyze movie weapons for their realism and that was fun. He did demonstrations with real weapons. For a time I really looked forward to his videos popping up in my feed.

He seemed like a harmless sword-fighting aficionado.

But then I guess he wanted to spread his wings. So he started down an anti-woke path. Giving questionable critiques about media and feminism. He started defending boob armor by showing historical examples even though most of those were decorative and not battle ready like in the games.

Then he admitted he was a fan of The Daily Wire.

And that was disappointing.

I missed him nerding out about swords, ya know?

Well, Shad decided to spread his wings again.

He has become...

*bad French accent* An artiste.

You see, he types words into a little box. Then a little robot does a google image search and steals a bunch of art. Then that robot reconfigures that art to be nearly indistinguishable from the source material. Well... aside from the occasional artist watermark.

Whoops!

A.I. art is very difficult. Sometimes when you type words into the box you get a woman with 5 lopsided anime tiddies. Or 20 fingers on one hand. It takes time and effort and experience to type in the perfect magic words so that you get something close to your imagination that doesn't belong in some sort of Lovecraftian horror ripoff.

For example, check out this cool "pirate hat" I asked A.I. to place on my head.

Clearly, I am not skilled enough at typing words into a box to get a proper pirate hat.

It. Is. Not. Easy.

I heard someone say you have to type things in a box for 10,000 hours before you start getting truly masterful generations.

I mean, you can't type "marathon runners" and expect that to actually work.

THIS REQUIRES SKILL, PEOPLE.

And I am a lowly amateur. I can only dream of becoming the box-typist Shad has honed himself into.

The thing is... Shad is very upset.

He is upset that you don't like his "art" and he is ready to die on this hill.

So... before he croaks on a mound of bullshit, he has something to show you. He has created something truly brilliant and when you see it, he is convinced you will validate his considerable efforts.

Before I show you his "Not. Easy." artistic masterpiece I'd like you to sit with what he has said for a second.

Ruminate in the verbiage.

Process the ideas and points of view presented.

Digest his plea for you to accept and love his hard won battle after typing words into a box to manifest his imaginings.

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Have you sat?

Ruminated?

Processed?

Digested?

Okay, here it is...

[whiskehorange]

Could you please write for platonic reader wanting to learn crafts/abilities from Morticia & Gomes, and as many characters from the hellboy movies as you possibly can please? (Sorry I just love them all)

Morticia

I have a strange feeling Morticia makes her own perfumes in her spare time. With all the pruning and gardening she does, I can only imagine the kind of... "witchy" concoctions she's able to make up

She'd gladly take you under her wing and not only show you and let you wear her own, but would take this as a sort of arts and crafts approach. She gets it, her scents might not be the best fitting for you, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have what you might be looking for!

Morticia was absolutely over the moon when you came to her with your very own fragrance the first time. You had spent weeks watching and planning out some with her and finally had the time to make one with your very own fitting profile of scents. She couldn't get enough of the smell at first and even showed them to Gomez

Although, this is another very slippery slope that leads to her delving into gardening with you, if you're in that. But, let's be honest, we're down to do anything if it includes some one on one bonding with Morticia

Gomez

Gomez couldn't be more ecstatic to hear you have an interest in his hobbies. It's different for you to watch him or ask him questions about it but actually wanting to take the time out of your day to spend it with him? Your the best-est friend he could ever ask for

His hobbies are either malewife activates or medieval dueling, and there is absolutely no in between But it really surprised him when you want to take up fencing.

It's something you've watching him do in his spare time, but you never noticed how much strength and control it took, but he was as patient as ever and was always there to correct your moves or give you tips on how to better your posture and stance

Each time you'd pull something new out of your sleeve from what he's told you he's as proud as ever, staring at you with wide eyes and an equally wide grin. You're learning, and even it it might take a while, he's just happy that you're taking it seriously

Hellboy

Genuinely, what does he even do in his free time besides lay in bed, smoke, and do crossword puzzles? When you first asked him about what his hobbies are he really couldn't even answer you, he just stood there in his room and looked around cluelessly

I think, your best case in this scenario, is to just watch him for a while, you'll notice the things he does in his free time that he never thought about or classified as a "hobby"

You notice though, occasionally, that he divulges into whittling. Typically after a slow day he'll just kick back and mindlessly carve away until he makes something remotely into a familiar shape. It's not perfect, by all means, but it's something. When you ask him about it he says it's nothing but you insist

From here, he teaching you it like it's common sense. Correcting you how to hold the knife, how to hold the wood, resorting to just taking it out of your hands and showing you how to do it in the very beginning. Eventually, it becomes to casual to the two of you that even he's begun doing it more often and the two of you bring new pieces you're either working on or have finished for each other to playfully critique

Abe

Annnnd on the other hand, there's too much that Abe does that it's really hard for him to say when you come to him, curious to do something new out of boredom. It takes him a while to think before he just spews out anything and everything he can think of that he's ever done

One of the biggest things though, I think he finds the easiest to ease you into would be scrapbooking. You can't tell me he doesn't entire stickers and little postcards and massive, thick journals just creatively dyed and crafted to a certain theme

But, it's easier than reading dead languages for fun, alright?

It's something he see's a fun and would love to have someone else he can share them with from time to time when he feels particularly crafty. He's ready to supply you with anything you could ever need - he's got plenty of spares

Bound journals, fountain pens, cards, and ink. Anything you could think of that you'd want to get crafty with, Abe's likely got it. Especially when it comes to ink and pens. And calligraphy? Abe teaches you that before anything else and gives out practice sheets like homework. So be ready to bring them back the next day for a stamp of approval

Johann

There wasn't much that Johann had time for if it wasn't work, but he always appreciated a friendly visit from you in stressful times. Of course, when you first ask him about what it is that he really just does in his personal times, only one thing could come to his mind: his Bonsai's

Now... Johann is a bit more restrictive in what he's willing to teach you - at least for the more hands on things, that is. He has only a couple himself, ones that he takes precious time out of his day and schedule to trim and prune to his liking and he does it very meticulously

He grows delighted whenever you step in to see him now, taking it a slight break in his studies and research to lull you over to his small collection and teach about their varieties and their history

When you show your genuine interest for them he's over the moon, but very stern with you. No, you cannot have one of his and no you cannot prune his, absolutely not. Get your own!

But, he's all ears for the questions you may have and will answer them quickly and correctly. When you get your own, however, he's definitely going to have a lot to say. Harsh worded critiques, but he means the best (for the plant, at least). You might be one of his only regular friends, but that doesn't mean he's going to sit by and watch such a beautiful plant die!

Liz

Liz can be a bit standoffish when it comes down to you wanting to really be a part of her needed alone time, but what she really needs is that person to share it with from time to time. Even she recognizes that it's not ideal to spend ALL of her time alone.

Annnnnd as on the nose as it may seem, the only thing that comes to mind for her to teach you would to be woodburning. OKAY LISTEN listen, I can see it as a small, therapeutic way for her to really get out some of her pent up energy and stress in a more controlled way

Although, the first time you sit down with her to start she realizes... well maybe it's easier for her to just do it from her fingertips than you. She shrugs it off and apologizes for not being able to really teach you anything, but deep down she was a bit sad there was nothing you could do

But the smile that slowly spread across her face the next day you showed up to her room with a woodburning kit in your hands was worth more than anything in the world. There was certainly a learning curve for her as well to see how your tools worked

It's not too hard for her to give you tips, however. It's a few more buttons and control than really only having using your thoughts and a single finger, but almost all of her tips and tricks apply!

Nuada

You're not catching a break. That's all I'm going to say. No matter what it is you wanna learn from him you are not catching a break. it's like you're back to taking 15 highschool AP classes at the same time and each gives you 7+ pieces of homework a night

You always knew one of the more passionate things he was interested in was weapon smithing and craftsmanship. Whenever you had taken notice to the fine detailing of his knives and swords, he was eager to boast about how many of them were made by yours truly

It was when you kept admiring his work when he had a small inkling that you might be interested in learning yourself, and boy was that all he needed to get you straight to work. It's easy for the first few sessions you guys have, just learning the basics of different materials and how best to using them, but it doesn't take long for him to throw you straight into some manual labor

You're bent over a anvil and sweating your ass over making the most rinky dink ass knife you've ever seen that likely won't cut a piece of bread. But you better hope it cuts something or else he's going to make you come back and try again. You work a 9 to 5 now

Nuala

God, what can't she do? She's just perfect, chefs kiss

But something that she can't get enough of is learning herself, so seeing you before her asking if she could tech you something she's got up her sleeve leaves her speechless - in a good way, of course! The two of you usually spent your time together kind of quietly, with your nose buried in books from all over the world and ages, but what you could never grasp was how Nuala could read most of them

You wanted her to teach you more languages than your own and she couldn't be more excited to teach you. Unlike her brother, she's much more mellowed out when it comes to helping you learn some more of the common languages in their elven cities and doesn't get onto you too hard if you struggle at first, she gets it

This is something she didn't realize she was passionate about - her ability to communicate with just about anyone, and she was more than happy to be your teacher. However, she can't help but laugh when you don't quite catch onto the more dead languages she tries to teach you about, but she'll just smile and save those for later

[artdcnaldson]

ok remember when I said that last ask was the horniest thing I'd ever written? Well scratch that bc this is a new record. (Obligatory disclaimer if you don't like it feel free to delete/ignore it)

Imagine- if you will- tashi bringing you to one of arts games. And you're in a sweet little tennis dress and you sit next to her and watch art, not even paying attention to the game just taking in his form, the shine of sweat, the concentration on his face, the little grunts and moans. And obviously you start shifting around in your seat, because, what are you supposed to be??? Dry???? No! So, it's the last break and tashi takes you to the bathroom and makes you lean over so she can check on the situation, and your white panties are so wet they're basically see through (in an ideal world she would've banned you from wearing any just to torture you but unfortunately they're famous and with the press and everything it's too much of a risk 😞 ) and you're really hoping she'll help you out but she just goes "hmm" and takes you back to your seat. And the breaks not over, arts noticed that yall were gone and he's making eye contact with tashi and she just. Nods at him. And he's already winning but for the rest of the match he's on fire, practically wiping the floor with the other guy.

After it's over and he's won and done all the press and stuff, you ride back to their hotel, with tashi in the middle bc she's the only one who can be trusted to keep control of herself. You and art are practically vibrating, with desire and exhilaration respectively. So you get back to the hotel room and tashi tells art to go sit on the couch. Then finally, she gives you a little jerk of her chin and you scramble to put yourself over his knee bc you know that he's always antsy after a win but tashi will want to go over everything while it's as fresh as possible, so you just hang out there and let him play with your sopping cunt and ignore you, just feeling him hard against your stomach but satiated for now since he has something to do while he listens to tashis critiques. When she's done she'll give you further instructions and maybe reward you for good behavior.

(am I gonna become a smut writer this is kinda fun)

I’m so fucking obsessed. I’m on my knees. Anything to keep Artashi happy 😁🫵 just look at them

Rating: E(18+)

Warnings: SMUT (p in v, face sitting, fingering, mild mommy/daddy kink, mild dom/sub dynamics) that’s it that’s the story. Just porn without plot

your brain is just sooo fuzzy and mindless while art’s playing with you. The cute shorts you wore beneath the dress tugged to the side, his fingers stuffed inside of you, your own juices smeared down your thigh, spilling more with each slow thrust of his fingers. It could be a few minutes, or an hour. You just know that you lose yourself in the rise and fall of Tashi’s voice as she runs through her notes, in the warm pressure of Art’s thighs pressing against you.

You must’ve gotten too loud, because Tashi’s kneeling in front of you— holding your chin in her hand, forcing eye contact. “Baby, how’s Art supposed to focus when you’re acting like this, huh? Tomorrow’s match is important, he needs to hear this.”

You whine. Big mistake. Tashi meets Art’s gaze, makes a face you don’t understand. And then Art’s slipping his fingers from your warm, needy cunt. “Clean him up,” Tashi instructs.

You wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking on them, cleaning any evidence of your arousal off. You take them deeper, feeling the brush of his fingers at the back of his throat. You moan softly— Tashi grabs your hair and pulls you off.

“Do you have any critiques for Art?” She asks. You blink slowly. Critiques?? What was there to critique?? “You were at the game. Show Art that you were paying attention.”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times as you looked into Art’s eyes. God, he was so pretty. And then your eyes traveled down, and he was so hard in his shorts that it was tenting the fabric. You just wanted to mouth at him through them, make him feel good. “I— I don’t.”

Tashi sighed, almost disappointed, but not really. Tennis critiques weren’t what you were there for. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty.” She patted your thigh. “Go lay down on the bed.”

You obey so sweetly— hands by your sides, fisted in the duvet so you won’t be tempted to touch yourself. Your thighs rub together as you seek friction, need pulsing between your thighs, adding to the mess of wetness.

It’s five minutes (which you know, because you count) until Tashi and Art join you. Art’s down to the fucking obscene briefs Tashi makes him wear, straining against the fabric obscenely. And Tashi’s wearing fucking agent provocateur, so beautiful that you could die happy just at the sight of her.

“If you paid attention to the match, we would’ve been really sweet to you,” Tashi hums as she takes off your dress. The shorts are soaked so badly that she practically peels them away from your cunt. “But all you could think about was getting fucked, huh?”

You nod as she presses two fingers between your lips, pushing all the way until she hits the back of your throat and you gag around them. She stays like that, thrusting her fingers between your lips, smiling every time your eyes fill with unshed tears and your throat constricts. “It’s been a long day. Just let mommy and daddy use you.”

And you do, because that’s all you can really ask for. Tashi slips off her lingerie, putting on a show without even trying. She straddles your face, knees planted on either side of your head, and sinks onto your waiting mouth.

You moan at the taste of her on your tongue, hands eagerly grabbing at her ass to pull her closer. Usually she would scold you for being greedy, but it was the farthest thing from her mind while she was benefiting from said neediness. You eagerly alternated between lapping at her dripping center and giving her clit the attention it needs.

And then there’s Art. He pulls apart your thighs and pushes into the tight, wet heat waiting for him there. You moan against Tashi’s cunt as he sinks inch after inch after inch inside. He groans at the feeling of your pussy gripping him, pulling him in, in, in. His grip on your hips is so tight it feels bruising.

You lose yourself in the two of them— brain going fuzzy and empty. All you knew, all that mattered in the moment was Tashi, and Art, and how good you felt.

And Tashi’s moaning above you— relishing in your need to please. Even with her husband balls deep inside of you, even with your mind so fuzzy, you keep your attention divided so fairly. You were so fucking nice, she didn’t even have to take the reins— she just got to sit there and let you work her with your tongue.

You were in fucking heaven. Art wasn’t content just using— it feels better when you cum while he’s inside of you. He moves you like a pretty little doll, adjusting you just right. He puts your legs over his shoulders so he gets deeper, kissing your cervix with each deep thrust. His thumb presses against your clit, rubs in slow circles.

Tashi cums first— hips stuttering as she grinds against your face. You relish in it, licking at her center as she comes down, until the lightest brush against her clit makes her twitch with overstimulation. She moves off of you, kissing you with slow, sweet laps of her tongue. You give a shuddery gasp into her mouth.

“Is daddy making you feel good?” Her words are cooed against your ear. You nod wordlessly, only capable of pretty moans or needy whines. She turns her gaze to Art, who’s already close as is, without the attention of his fucking perfect wife.

“Close,” Art groans, meeting her gaze. Her lips turn into an amused smirk as she pushes his thumb off of your clit, and replaces it with her own lithe fingers.

Your back arches as she works you with her fingers, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. Art continues to fuck into you. Each thrust is accompanied by lead, near pornographic sounds— the squelch of your soaked cunt swallowing his cock, the slap of his balls against your ass, the fucked-out moans passing his lips.

Your climax overtakes you suddenly. Your back arches off the bed as you cum. Your pussy clenches around Art’s cock as he continues to fuck into you, and your release leaves an obscene, creamy ring around the base of him. Tashi’s lips are on yours, swallowing down the moans and cries falling from your lips as Art fucks you into overstimulation.

Art buries himself within you as he cums, spilling into you with a few shallow thrusts. You whine when he finally pulls out and some of cum dribbles out, making an even bigger mess of the duvet.

Tashi pets your hair sweetly, kisses your sweat-sticky forehead. Art leaves to grab a towel— you hear him dampening it in the fancy en-suite bathroom. “By the way, I thought you shouldn’t get to cum.”

Art laughs lightly as he returns, cleaning you up between your thighs. “I told her I’d throw the match tomorrow, it always works.” He kisses you deeply, and you moan against his mouth. God, he was a good kisser.

“I can always just stop believing you,” Tashi reminded him. “Maybe I was in a giving mood.” Art snorts, you meet her gaze through narrowed eyes.

She’s right where she belongs. Art’s head is on her shoulder, yours rests on her chest. You’re all just a tangle of sweaty limbs.

TASHI DUNCAN I WONT U SO BAD 😚🫵

Sorry to Art he truly is a racket and a dick in this fic

[noodles-and-tea]

Hi! I don't want to be like that one anon (which, very rude. Everyone knew you didn't have malicious intentions), but I do think you have a case of "same face syndrome." Or rather, same head syndrome.

Regardless of fandom, if you line up your works and disregard any unique clothes/hair the characters have, they tend to look the same. For example, I noticed that in your Merlin fanart and MHA fanart, Merlin and Izuku cannot be told apart by just their faces. I feel a lot of your characters have the same long rectangular face and small round eyes. It feels as though you draw distinct design features (EX: Deku's hair, hero outfit, green eyes, green hair, etc.) onto an already generated base.

It's a distinct art style, but it's not great for capturing ethnic features if you stick by this formula! It will get you a lot of flak on the Internet, especially if you draw ethnic features out, even if it was by accident. Your art style must morph to the character depicted, not the other way around.

That may be why Mel in your art style doesn't look like Mel. She's missing her flat nose (I can see an attempt, but the nose is still too small at the base and positioned lower than Mel's real nose is), heart-shaped head (her face in the show is wider and her chin is smaller than your artwork), and her eyes are more almond-shaped rather than the round eyes you tend to depict in your artworks. If you compare her to Izuku in one of your more recent works, they can be twins! Or, siblings at the very least.

I think practicing more unique features would help tackle this! A flat, wide nose, a hooked nose, eyes with an epicanthic fold, "sanpaku" eyes, wide lips, thin lips, different head shapes, and a whole lot more! Playing around with face anatomy is so much more forgiving than body anatomy. It's fun to dissect a character into different shapes and see what makes a character look like them, and then converting it into your art style.

Although the characters you choose to depict tend to morph toward a single base, your art is genuine eye candy. Please do not let this incident discourage you, but encourage you to work on a variety of features to diversify who you can accurately depict. Of course, I am just a random anon. If you do not feel the need to answer this ask publicly or feel my hubris precedes me in critiquing your art, then don't answer! All I request from you is to keep this ask in mind before deleting it.

I appreciate your kind words! Once again, I totally agree with what you're saying, same face syndrome is something I struggle with and am always trying to improve on (if you compare my older art with my newer stuff I hope that you'd be able to see at least a small amount of improvement).

I try to take care in the way I depict characters, obviously I don't get it right all the time, but it is something I work on! I do a lot of character studies (I don't post a lot of them) (I haven't done any on Mel yet (obviously lol))

Again - I super appreciate the effort you've put into this ask which is why I wanted to answer it!

I did also just want to add for anyone else who might want to add their thoughts - art IS something I do for fun and relaxation and I currently don't have a lot of time to prioritise it

[kyri45]

I've always kinda kept my observations about the things I read to myself because I get worried I interpret things wrong. But with the last few updates of the bio parents au, I keep thinking the same thing over and over and I gotta compliment you for it even if I'm wrong.

I love how you haven't undone the care and love that Tang and Pigsy gave MK to raise him to uplift and make Wukong and Mac look better. Even if we see them less then shadowpeach (which is understandable the AU is about them and MK, that isn't a critique at all), every time they've shown up you can just feel how much they love their son. Like I said, I know the AU is focused on Wukong Mac and MK, but the way you've made every interaction outside those three feel so deep and with history is super cool and I love it a lot. It shows how much thought you've put into everything and also how much you've thought about these characters, or at least how well you know them if not.

I hope this ask isn't too long, and I hope you have a great new year with lots more art, fun creativity, and lots of love.

Awww tysm!!

Being sure that it was clear that Pigsy and Tang are the "main" parents let's say was one of the most important things for me when making the comic (late nights only thinking about this)

And also that, even though we love the father-son dynamics MK and Wukong had in the show, they are nothing compared to the fact that Pigsy raised him since he was a kid.

The whole comic timeline is across 6 months, and only like, 3 hours ago MK called them Baba and Mama for the first time. I really wanted to be a "slow burn" for the father/son relationship because... it's a relationship still. It needs time, patience, ups and down, knowing each others, trust.

[thistlecatfics]

On ethical haterism in fandom & how to be an ethical hater 

Being a hater (sharing negative opinions about tropes, ships, characters, and trends in fandom) is fun and often tempting. Being a skilled and ethical hater is even more fun, though difficult to achieve. 

(This is pretty HP focused. While all fandoms have an unethical hater problem, HP fandom has a particular dynamic where people are quick to feel guilty about fandom participation due to jkr being awful and then project that guilt onto others by trying to identify other people in fandom as being ‘bad’ so they can feel ‘good’ in comparison.) 

Number one question: Are you enjoying yourself? If you’re not, then stop. You cannot be an ethical fandom hater if you yourself are not having fun and are instead making yourself miserable by being a hater. None of these other factors are relevant if you’re not having fun. Take a break from fandom and go outside instead.  

The next consideration is space - public vs private and the specifics of social media platforms. 

You’re almost always being an ethical hater if you’re bitching and laughing in your friend’s DMs. You’re never being an ethical hater if you’re on Tiktok or another algorithm based platform where people cannot avoid your content showing up on their pages. Discord servers and tumblr posts are where it gets complicated. Make a good faith effort to make sure anyone who wants to avoid your hater content is able to do so via appropriate tagging or sticking to approved channels within the discord server. 

Next: humor

If you’re being mean, you better be very funny. If you’re not funny, you probably can’t get away with being mean. Be less mean. 

The best of ethical haterism is creative and funny and active. It is about creating and enjoying yourself with friends more than it is about tearing others down – even if you are mocking people and ships and characters! 

A useful question to ask: could a reasonable person with a different opinion from you find what you’re doing funny? (This is different from: can the absolute worst, whiniest, most sensitive person in fandom find what you’re doing funny?)

Things that are never ethical haterism: 

Making accusations about individual people’s politics, values, and identities based on their preferences for ships and characters. General rule: if you (or the people you surround yourself with) are throwing out the words ‘nazi,’ ‘pedophile,’ ‘freak’ or ‘bigot,’ you’re not being an ethical hater. 

Things I have seen that are not ethical haterism and are simply asshole behavior: accusing anyone who doesn’t like femme Sirius of being homophobic or transphobic, accusing anyone who ships any Death Eater/order member ship of being a nazi, accusing Snape stans of being incels, accusing anyone who ships Snarry or any student/teacher ship of being a pedophile etc.

Note: Ethical haterism is separate from critiquing fandom trends and the influence of broader politics on how we engage with fandom. It is asshole behavior to make specific accusations of individual people based on their ships, headcanons, and art, but it is reasonable (and I’d say good!) to examine how white supremacy/patriarchy/capitalism show up in trends in fandom. 

Things that are asshole behavior and never ethical haterism: commenting rudely on fics, talking publicly about specific fics you hate, deliberately going into ship tags to start fights, making accusations, generally being unpleasant. 

The two fundamental questions of being an ethical hater: 

Is what you’re doing making fandom more fun, more creative, more engaging, more lively, more connected? 

Are you sensitive to the idea that some people might not enjoy seeing this content and want to make sure it’s possible for them to avoid it? 

That’s my theory. Thoughts?

[pinkeoni]

Introducing Conversations in Fandom: A Byler Fandom Journal

Title and cover design not final

In my last semester of undergrad, I worked on my school's literary journal. It was a lot of fun working in a group on the project and seeing all of the cool work that went into it, so I wanted to create something like that for the byler fandom.

What I aim to create with this project is a collection of well made fanart, fanfiction, analyses, theories, critiques and other fan creations that showcase unique ideas and promote healthy debate and conversation that pushes the boundaries of fandom work.

With a team of people, these works will be put together in an online journal, creating one piece of art that displays many different fandom voices together.

Below, I have used some of my own work to create an example of what this might look like (click images for better quality):

Does not reflect final layout or journal content

Submissions will open in early November

If this sounds like something you would be interested in, be on the lookout for a post regarding submission rules and guidelines.

If you would like to keep up with this project, I will be using the tag #byler journal for everything related to the journal. You can also follow the official account for this project @bylerjournal for updates and to ask questions.

EDIT: You can now submit to the journal HERE

[hrizantemy]

The Weaponization of “Interpretation” in the ACOTAR Fandom

One of the most frustrating aspects of the ACOTAR fandom isn’t just the toxic dynamics within the books—it’s how a portion of readers respond to critique, especially when it comes to uncomfortable truths about race, power, gender, and narrative bias. There’s a particular attitude that gets thrown around whenever someone dares to challenge the dominant reading of the story, and it’s essentially this: “I can read it however I want, and if you don’t like it, just ignore it.”

On the surface, it sounds harmless. Everyone should be able to interpret art, right? Isn’t that what stories are for?

Yes—and no. Because this attitude isn’t really about interpretation. It’s about avoiding accountability for the biases and implications embedded in those interpretations. It’s used not to invite dialogue, but to shut it down.

What makes it worse is that this behavior often comes from readers who are the most vocal in defending the canon characters—especially Rhysand, and the Inner Circle—as infallible, morally perfect, and beyond critique. These are the same people who masculinize Emerie, demonize Nesta, infantilize Feyre, and ignore the colonialist, classist, and misogynistic structures in Prythian, all while claiming they’re just “having fun” with the story. But the moment someone points out that their interpretation upholds harmful tropes or flattens characters of color, they double down, insisting that fiction is off-limits to criticism.

What they’re really saying is: “I don’t want to think about what my interpretation says about me or the world I live in.”

And look—no one’s interpretation is neutral. Every reader brings their worldview to a text. That’s normal. But when people aggressively defend readings that erase marginalized characters, glorify abusive power structures, or uphold racist and sexist tropes—and then cry censorship when they’re called out for it—that’s not just annoying. It’s dangerous.

Because stories shape culture. Stories inform our understanding of love, power, justice, and identity. And when a fandom refuses to reckon with the uglier parts of those stories—when it insists that any discomfort is “just your opinion”—what it’s really doing is creating a space where critical thinking is punished and harmful ideas are celebrated.

You are allowed to interpret a story in whatever way you want. But once you share that interpretation publicly—especially in a fandom space—you don’t get to act shocked when people respond. You don’t get to cry “bullying” when someone says, “Hey, that reading is actually kind of racist/sexist/classist.” You’re participating in a conversation, whether you like it or not.

This fandom has a habit of hiding behind the idea of “personal interpretation” to excuse the dehumanization of certain characters (Lucien, Nesta, Emerie, Eris), while worshipping others (Rhys, Feyre, Azriel) with a level of aggression that borders on propaganda. And when you question that narrative? Suddenly you’re “too serious,” “toxic,” or “just hating for no reason.”

But it is serious. Because the characters people uplift, the ones they rewrite, the ones they silence or erase or demonize—it all reveals something. And if you’re not willing to examine that? You’re not interpreting the book. You’re reinforcing your own biases and using the story as a shield.

So no—it’s not just fiction. And it’s not just an interpretation.

It’s a choice. And we’re allowed to interrogate the ones you make.

And let me be clear: this is not me saying only I get to judge. You’re absolutely allowed to question why I like Nesta, why I don’t vibe with Cassian, why I’m critical of Morrigan’s flat characterization. Ask me. I will answer. I have answered. I’m not afraid of critique. I welcome it—because that’s what makes fandom richer.

But what I won’t do is accept the idea that “critique = hate” and “neutrality = attack.” If you can write endless metas about how Rhys is secretly the most benevolent ruler in Prythian while overseeing Illyria’s mutilation camps, I can write one about how Nesta’s anger is valid, or how Eris might be a victim of his own environment. That’s not me overstepping. That’s engaging.

You’re allowed to read how you want. But I’m allowed to ask why. And if that question threatens your enjoyment of the story? Maybe the issue isn’t me. Maybe it’s the narrative you’ve built to protect your favorite characters from accountability.

[murderdronesreimagined]

"DATA LOG X1: Malfunctions"

Haii Creator here, just dipping in with a fun little lore bit to share for the AU! Since I'm going in a bit of a different direction with N's character I decided to kind of go into a bit of detail about his uh... "problems" to say the least in the form of a lil data log with some neat art to compliment it! These may become a more relevant thing in the future so if you like it so far, feel free to tell me your thoughts in the comments and some critiques you have, if any!

SO- Those who've watched Murder Drones know that in the pilot, Uzi and N's first meeting ended with Uzi blowing N's head off with her railgun, leading to N growing his head back and essentially loosing a few hours of his memory.

One particular thing that's touched upon but never used again is N's "eyes" on top of his head malfunctioning, leading to him mistaking Uzi for a disassembly drone. It seems that all of the eyes have the same function, which is a little over the top, so while prepping N's character I decided to actually to change it up for my story in case I decide to use it for anything!

This is a mini N! He's adorable, right? Notice the 5 yellow vials on his head? Those are no longer eyes, but instead they serve as a Disassembly Drone's 5 main senses! If one or all are damaged it can severely affect the performance of the drone in question. This is N's usual, or normal, state with all 5 senses present.

The vial on the far left on N's head is his SIGHT. If this vial is damaged in any way his (now regular) drone eyes will disappear, instead his entire visor will be covered in with a huge caution sign. Overall pretty self explanatory.

The vial second from the left is N's SOUND. Damage that and N becomes muted until repaired! No amount of screaming, yelling, or whispering is getting out of that mouth -w- Especially detrimental for the golden retriever boy who loves talking about dogs

The vial on the far right is N's TOUCH. His sensors, more specifically, will no longer be able to feel or really interact with anything around him without him feeling like he's touching air.

Why do I feel so sad just writing this part???

The vial second to the right is N's TASTE. Lose that and say goodbye to the warm sweet oil that keeps him alive! If his taste sensors are damaged his body won't be able to register any oil going through his body, rendering any consumption of oil before his repair utterly useless!

Finally, we move to the vial right above N's head! This sense in particular is one that I've named myself called CONTROL. What's so special about this particular vial is that if damaged, an unknown system known as [NULL] will activate in N's programming, making him act against his wishes and only according to the programming!

A clear example of this is in my latest fake screenshot! Looking at the vial in the middle it may seem like a coloring mistake, but it's actually a bright red, just mellowed down by the blizzard and snow effects! While this is damaged N's original personality is completely overrides and replaced with what the program inside him actually WANTS him to be: Deranged, Psychotic, & Utterly Sadistic with his kills.

You come to find out that this one vial in particular is one N struggles with a lot in the story!

On the very very rare occasion that all 5 senses or damaged or multiple crucial ones for basic functioning the disassembly drone will be placed in a comatose state until they're either fully repaired or, depending on where they fall, buried by the blizzard just like the bodies of the worker drones they killed!

An example is this one ask response I did when just starting out! All 5 vials are a bright red and a fatal error screen covers N's visor! You all may have thought this was just some edgy art, but little did you know it'd come back and even become relevant to the story itself! Hell, even I didn't know I'd come to need it one day!

I'm so good >:333

Before I completely end it off, I decided to give you all a lil sneak peak into the future of the story! I won't say what episode this fake screenshot is based off of, but I really liked the idea of Uzi finding out about N's senses by tapping into his CPU (with his consent) to dig up some files relating to the story, all while giggling at how weird he looks without hair, like she herself isn't wearing a wig -w-

- - - - -

AAAAAaaand that's all for this Data Log! I hope you all enjoyed this fun little lore bit and a lil peak into the future of where the story may go! ^^ This picture above will be reposted later tomorrow as well as the speedpaint! For now though, Imma dip and head to bed because I am TIRED XD

Have a good night everyone, Peace out! ^^

[makeyoumine69]

Flesh n' Bones | Hospital AU (INTRO)

PAIRING: Doctor!Patrick Bateman x gn!Nurse!Reader

SUMMARY: My name is Patrick Bateman. I'm 27 years old. I live in the American Gardens building on West 81st Street in New York City. I work as a surgeon at St. Pierce's Hospital—one of the most upscale medical centers in Manhattan—which happens to be owned by my father. And even though I hate my job, sometimes I can find a little bit of fun in making the experience of my patients in the hospital really unforgettable. Not to mention the dozens of missing nurses who definitely regretted crossing the threshold of St. Pierce's Hospital, but who cares—I was the best thing that ever happened to them.

CONTAINS: Swearing, medical procedures, evil plans, gaslighting, pain, blood and injury, interns & internships, power dynamics, flirting, perversion, pet names, Patrick Bateman's POV.

WORDS: 2.4k

A/N: Hello my dears! This story is based on Hospital AU by @peepoo79! Since the first day I saw her Hospital AU comic I was obsessed with this idea so I decided to write it! Since I am not a doctor myself, some things might not be that accurate to medical standards, but I am always open to critique. As always, I hope you enjoy it! Also, many thanks to @mothhmannn for the amazing Patrick art!

LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [AO3].

October 28, 1987.

Today started so shitty that I didn't even want to go to work, but how could I? I was a fucking surgeon who was supposed to save lives, and when I finally arrived at St. Pierce's Hospital, several nurses crowded around me and started bitching about some shitty stuff I didn't even care about.

"Dr. Bateman, your intern has arrived and is waiting for you in your office," one of the nurses said, handing me a folder of papers. "They seem to be very shy, so please treat them right."

Scowling, I took the papers and nodded. "Uh…Thank you."

Without further ado, I walked past another nurse and down the long corridors, avoiding all of my coworkers as I tried to concentrate on the music blaring from my Walkman headphones. Stopping at the door to my office, I made sure my hair was neatly slicked back before opening the door and stepping inside to see a beautiful person sitting in the chair. The blue medical uniform fit them so well that I even wanted to compliment them, but I stopped myself and just offered them a handshake instead.

"Well, hello there, my name is Dr. Bateman," I smiled and continued to examine my new plaything. "It's...uh...nice to see some young blood in our hospital these days."

You were embarrassed so quickly, probably from such a warm welcome, which was more of an exception for me than a regular thing.

"Thank you, Dr. Bateman...it's an honor to be your intern," you replied politely, trying to hide your nervousness as your hands visibly shook. "This hospital is so...amazing! Literally everything I have seen so far is amazing...including this office!"

The office did look luxurious. Everything screamed wealth and prestige, including the wooden desk and a high-end clock on it, the way you looked at the white leather couch in the corner of the room probably sent shivers down your spine, and somehow I really hoped it did.

"So...when can we start?" You asked as you watched me flip through your portfolio, my face stoic, blank, and absolutely unreadable.

As I stopped flipping through the documents and frowned to add some tension between us, I looked at you stealthily out of the corners of my eyes, and when I saw you chewing on your lower lip, I smiled in wicked satisfaction, but that smile never reached my eyes.

"It's very inspiring that you're so eager to get started," I said, placing several pages on the desk, then picking up my Montblanc pen to make some notes. "I see you've been studying pretty well...considering your grades."

Another shy chuckle fell from your lips at my words. "Oh, I did my best," you replied, settling more comfortably in your chair. "Although I didn't really want to reflect on my college years."

"Why?" I asked, writing down all the personal information I could get from your file, including your address, phone number, blood type...

"It was..." your voice wavered and you paused, causing me to look up at you again. "...hard as hell."

"As it should be. Our jobs require hard work as we carry a huge responsibility on our shoulders," I grinned, closing the folder before I could see the name of the college.  "So where did you study exactly?"

Just as you were about to answer, a loud knock on the door rang through the office and I couldn't help but grumble in anger.

Can I have a break, for fuck's sake!

"Come in," I almost barked, my attention shifting away from you as I saw a nurse - one of the hottest hardbodies in our hospital - walk in. "Courtney? What happened?"

"Dr. Bateman..." She walked over to my desk, completely ignoring your presence. 

"Yes, Courtney?" My patience was about to explode if she didn't answer right away.

"I know you told us not to bother you with non-emergent cases, but other surgeons are busy," she stammered as our gazes met, her blue eyes seeming to brighten even more. "We have a girl whose hand is so full of broken glass, can you please examine her?"

I sighed before glancing quickly at you, a little impressed that you still hadn't said a word. "Does she have insurance? How old is she?"

"Uh," Courtney hiccuped, looking at the patient's medical card. "I checked her insurance, it's valid and... she's nineteen."

"Nineteen?" I replied, suddenly feeling excited. "Well, I think this can be a good start for your internship. What do you think?"

Courtney seemed to finally notice that we were not alone, her plump lips pursed back into a thin line, and I really wanted to laugh at her reaction, but I told myself to stay professional. 

"I'm ready when you are, Dr. Bateman," your suddenly confident voice sounded so challenging that it struck a chord in my chest and brought back a long forgotten feeling of thrill. "I'm sure we'd make a great team under your guidance."

How sweet.

I managed to hold back puke at such a silly, saccharine statement. It reminded me of the cliché every doctor used whenever someone asked them why they chose to work in a hospital.

'Oh, we want to save people's lives! And we're not doing it because doctors have almost the highest salaries in the country!'

I grinned insistently, reveling in my own sense of superiority.  "All right then," I stood up and put on my doctor's coat over my custom-made scrubs with my initials on them. "Courtney, give the medical card to the intern."

The woman froze in shock. "But...but I thought I would assist you..."

I rolled my eyes as I checked myself in the mirror, adjusting the collar of my scrubs and pulling up the sleeves a bit to reveal my Rolex. "I think I made it very clear that your help won't be needed this time.”

If we were alone, I would probably just boff her before doing my work and that would help me get rid of her until the next time, but hell no, now I had a pain in the ass. And why should I have to teach an intern when I didn't even ask for one?

Meanwhile, you were waiting for me at the door, holding a medical card to your chest as if Courtney or I were about to snatch it from your hands. After I was completely satisfied with my appearance, I pinned my ID badge to my chest and walked to the door, trying not to stare too much at Courtney's ass while she was doing something at my desk that I never really bothered to know.

"You know what," I stopped suddenly before leaving. "Wait for me here," the blonde nurse turned to look at me, still bent over the table. "We'll discuss your new assignment."

A few minutes later, we finally entered the Surgery Division, and since you were a newbie here, I had to guide you all the way, telling you some things from time to time, and at some point I realized that I didn't really hate it, because I could blather on about being a super professional surgeon, and this whole place being mine.

Just like the whole hospital.

"I think this is our ward," I muttered and opened the door to let you in. " C'mon, don't be shy." I pushed you forward a bit before closing the door behind you.

The patient—a young red-haired girl with big green eyes whose tight top stuck to her chest so that her nipples poked out—looked at us the moment we entered the ward. 

"Oh, finally," she mumbled in sheer annoyance, her right hand covered in blood-stained bandages. "I was beginning to think everyone had forgotten about me."

Still nervous, you cleared your throat and quickly looked down at the medical card. "Sorry for the long wait, Miss...Miss Ray," you managed to smile, even though you looked like a patient who was afraid to get treatment, but not her, "My name is (y/n) and this is Dr. Bateman, he's one of the best surgeons in this hospital."

One of the best?

Your slightly incorrect comment made me furrow my brow, but in the next second I was smiling seductively at the girl whose scrutinizing look I couldn't miss. She was pretty attractive, hell, just the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra made her attractive. 

With practiced ease, I put on medical gloves after washing my hands very meticulously. Then I glanced at the patient's medical card, not taking it in my hands, but letting you hold it for me.

"Can I take a look?" I finally asked, taking a seat next to the examination table and putting the mask on. Carefully I began to unfold the bandages, the little whimpering the girl made gave me undeniable pleasure. "Well, that doesn't look too bad," I said when I could finally see the wound, and several pieces of glass had sunk quite deep into her flesh. "How did you manage that?"

The girl blushed as I began to examine her forearm, moving higher up to her shoulder, though it wasn't really necessary. I just loved how soft her skin was, as much as I could tell by feeling it through the elastic material of my gloves.

"I...I accidentally broke the mirror." She replied, her breathing uneven and her pulse quickening as I took a moment to check her. "My name is Liza, by the way."

I chuckled charmingly before turning to look at you, as you stood behind my back, watching my work very intently. "Can you bring me forceps? And...a scalpel?"

"Scalpel?" You replied a little confused.

"Yes," I confirmed and repositioned Liza's arm for better access. "And I'll also need a suture kit."

The girl tensed at my words that I would need a scalpel. "Is it...necessary?"

"Hmm?" I hummed, asking her a silent question while you busied yourself with preparing the instruments. 

"A scalpel...are you going to make an incision?" Liza asked, giving me a pleading glare, her fear was palpable in the air and I couldn't help but savor it.

"I just want all the instruments to be close by in case I have a need for them, that's all. Now please relax." I murmured this with fake sympathy before resuming the examination, pressing down on one of the shards and making Liza whimper. "Shh, it's okay."

The redhead frowned in pain. "It hurts...doctor...it hurts so much!"

When I heard you return, I removed my fingers from the wound. "All right, no nerve damage and that's good." I smiled, obviously lying, my hand was already extended, ready to take the forceps.

"Your forceps, doctor," the way you said 'doctor' made my eyes glow with a mischievous spark. "Clean and sterilized, just like the scalpel and suture kit."

"Very well," I replied, feeling a chill in the metal in my hand. "Put them here," I tapped the spot on the examination table, wondering how you would do that. "And where's your mask?"

Confused, you stuttered. "Oh...yeah...sorry," you mumbled in embarrassment before putting on a mask. "I'm still a little nervous."

Liza knitted her eyebrows in a skeptical way that almost made me burst out laughing.

Okay, now I'm really starting to like this.

"Don't worry, my pill fairy," I watched you place a metal tray with instruments on the spot I showed you. "It's your first day in the hospital...it's...always a little nerve wracking."

As soon as I said it, you stopped in your tracks, and even though your face was covered by the mask, I was pretty sure you were so damn embarrassed that I was going to burn my finger off your cheek. You didn't make any comments though, which made me a little frustrated, but I didn't show it, I took the forceps more comfortably in my hand and began to remove the broken glass from Liza's shaky arm. The way I used the instruments was always mesmerizing - a work of art - as some nurses said, including Courtney, but today I was trying my best because I wanted to impress you. Shard by shard, I took them all out without causing any pain, something I usually couldn't find anything to be proud of.

"Done," I muttered, throwing the last piece of glass into the steel bow. "You took it so bravely."

The redhead smiled tiredly, trying not to look down at her hand. "Thank you, Doctor."

"You're welcome, sweetheart," I allowed you to clean the wound with the antiseptic and dab it with a swab. "It's my job, after all. Now, (y/n), can you please show me how you were taught to make stitches?"

"Of course, Dr. Bateman," you replied without hesitation, and this kind of obedience seemed to become my personal drug.

Standing up, I took a moment to admire how your uniform accentuated all of your curves, especially the roundness of your ass and the arch of your hips.

Shit, maybe I shouldn't have let Courtney stay in my office?

With these thoughts I leaned against the white wall and took off my mask as I suddenly felt a strong urge to smoke, luckily I still had the box of cigars my father had brought me from Cuba. I imagined inhaling the sharp scent of snuff when Liza's sudden whimper pulled me out of my trance.

"Can I have an anesthetic?" She asked, squirming in her place as she watched you prepare a suture kit.

"Just a local one," I muttered, a bit annoyed. "That will be enough. (Y/n), what should you do before using anesthesia?"

My question made you freeze. "Ask the patient about any allergies?"

"Right, but in this case you can find all the information on the medical card," I took off the gloves and took the card in my hands. "Well, I don't see anything that would prevent us from using bupivacaine."

As Liza sighed with relief and I watched you take a syringe, I had to admit that I was amazed at how carefully and attentively you worked.

Maybe you're not gonna get kicked out of the hospital as fast as I thought.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

[nymphaea-blue]

hii!!! I have a request, I'm overflowing with happiness as I just got accepted into an art school!! I'd love to see how Rafayel would react🥺🥺🩷🩷 Thank you and have a nice day!!!

"Mon petit artiste" - headcanons + oneshot

Info : 1.1k+ word count, pure fluff, Rafayel being the supportive boyfriend he is.

Note : Congrats Anon! I'm so happy for you, art school is the best thing that happened to me so I wish you all the best and I hope you will enjoy this <3

﹒　⁺ He would be absolutely ecstatic about it, though at the same time, it was already expected. Of course, Rafayel being the lovely boyfriend and amazing artist he is, would try to help you both with preparations for any entrance exams as well as the school material. As soon as he got the news from you, you bet the two of you are going on a small (huge and expensive) celebratory dinner date.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel would help you with any material and homework you have. Art history exam? No issue, he will help you make compact notes to make it easier and he will ask you about the material later on to help you remember. A project due in a few days? Give him some materials and some water to drink and he can help you finish it in a few hours so you won't procrastinate while working on your own. He knows a lot about art history, even without studying it much, his favourite topics would be Ancient Greece (and Lemurian Arts!).

﹒　⁺ Ever since more material you needed to study came, he was your personal motivator. Rafayel would do his best to keep you on track and to make sure you won’t put off too many projects at the last minute, as the results from last night's work aren’t always the best and he cares about your grades and health too much to let you put that stress on yourself. Though, he would also be there to pry you off your work when needed to make sure you will get some fresh air, food and fun as well as some time with him!

﹒　⁺ He probably has the biggest (one sided) drama with your professors, because he thinks your grades should be wayy better than they give you, especially since he often helps you prepare and he knows you deserve the best grade. One time a professor critiqued something that he said you should add to your project and he was pouty for the rest of the evening and he was a hair away from calling the school to complain.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel would be so proud of all your work! If your art ever got featured on an exhibition,you bet he will attend it and take photos of you next to your work like a proud mom. He is proud of your grades as well, he knows you work hard and he respects it, so he's not shy to shower you with kisses after you get your results. Even if you get a worse grade sometimes, he is there to cheer you up and if you want to, help to prepare you to retake whatever you failed!

﹒　⁺ I fully believe Rafayel would get invested into any class drama you have, he loves to hear you talk about both your friends and any enemies. He somehow keeps up with everything and it feels like gossiping with a best friend rather than a boyfriend because he’s so chill about whatever you tell him.

﹒　⁺ You often get picked up by him when your classes end. He has your schedule memorised and since he knows that classes tend to end during late hours of the day, he is always there to pick you up, take you somewhere for dinner and get you home to rest and cuddle with him to make up for the time you were away.

“Hello my wonderful artist, how was school today?” Rafayel asked as he saw you walk towards him. He parked in front of your school, so you were easily able to spot him when your class ended and the people started heading home.  You sighed and gave him a kiss, despite how draining school could be, somehow he always made you feel energised even just by looking at him. You put away your art folder in the back of his car before sitting in the passenger seat after he opened the doors for you. The drive started, he blasted some radio music as you got to relax a bit, his sports car sure was comfortable. “Long and boring, but nice nonetheless. We finally got the results from that art history quiz I studied so hard for.” “Took the teacher long enough, but what did you get? I’m sure you did amazing.” “A C, it isn’t bad, honestly. Most of my class failed, but I was hoping for a better grade.” “What?! How? I literally prepared you for this, you know all about Lemurian culture, even about how columns were built.” He was confused and annoyed, but his eyes stayed firmly on the road, though you weren’t sure if he was going at the speed limit, but this was nothing new. Rafayel was excited when he heard you were learning about Lemuria, there wasn’t much found by humans but they made it necessary to study anyways and he was proud of his people because their work was wonderful, so he was more than happy to teach you. He prepared you in such a way that you knew everything, perhaps it was easier to learn because it was something so dear to your boyfriend, he was so enthusiastic while talking about it, it was hard not to listen and remember. “I don’t know… I’m a bit disappointed as well. I studied, I understood the material, I wrote everything so I don’t know why that happened, but at least I passed. That’s something to be positive about, right?” You tried to cheer yourself up. Even though you were happy that you passed, it still didn’t feel like enough since you worked lots in preparation for the quiz, yet somehow it didn’t work out how you wanted.  “I don’t believe you could get that grade… Is it possible to take a look at the quiz, perhaps?” He asked, he was sure there had to be something wrong. Of course, he didn’t expect human knowledge on Lemuria to be very advanced but despite that, the material should be close enough to the truth and you should easily get an A. He knew you deserved it, as he saw how hard you studied. “Well, I think so. I can ask my professor for it next time.” “Great, you do that, aaand how about we get some dinner right now, hm? Your favourite takeout maybe?” As it turned out, Rafayel was right and most of your answers were marked as wrong by mistake, and he was furious about it. Needless to say, one phone call and your grade got corrected to a well deserved A, though your professor looks at you a bit funny ever since speaking with Rafayel, but you try to not think about how the conversation went for the sake of your sanity.