#this is not a perfect sketch it was pretty fast but I love how it turned out anyways

[myokk]

[reshinless]

Hii! I wanna request for a nsfw single dad! Wriothesley or Moze x kindergarten teacher! reader that takes care of their kids for them while they're at work 🤔

Thank you!! 🩷

──── age ain't nun but a number

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. when he feels something for the single kindergarten teacher that their kid accidently calls them mom/dad. can't help the pretty thought of getting to call you his either

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. wriothesley x gn!afab!reader (i use the term pussy :3) !!nsfw content ahead!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. i've yet to read about headcannons on moze! for now please settle with wriothesley only :pray:

wriosthesley recently started to send his lovely daughter off to school, specifically kindergarten (homeschooled her for nursery). waving her off as she looks off to the classroom- before turning around to face him with small tears prickling her redish-pink eyes.

"baby, what's wrong?" he calms her down shortly after, but still with a sigewinne who was still visibly saddened at the thought of leaving her dad.

all of a sudden, a gorgeous figure comes out of the classroom, and kneels beside wriothesley in a way to calm sigewinne down as well.

"hi sweetheart, what's your name?" you took the small blue haired girl's palms into yours, they were a little cold. "i-'im sige-sigewinne!" almost as if completely cheering up after seeing how beautiful you were, her father completely stunned as well.

"i'm (name), how about you come in and meet the other kids inside, would you like that?" the small girl quickly nodded at your words, watching as you stood back up and offered your hand out to her, sigewinne who takes it just as fast, holding onto one of your fingers.

as you let the bunny-like girl into the classroom, you walk back up to flushed face of her father. "t- thank you for that. i- i- um.. i'm wriothesley." he offers out a hand as you chuckle lightly. "i'm (name), does she get anxious without you or was that because this is her first time away from you?"

"ah.. the second. you .. the teacher of the classroom?" "mmmm, yes i am." oh your voice was just as lovely as your face. his eyes scanned over your features while you discussed details on sigewinne's schedule. subtly checking you out before his eyes trail back up to see you aren't talking anymore. oh.

"oh.. ahem-" he coughs awkwardly to excuse his actions as your own face flushes a little. "i'll send you the rest via... hmm, where can i contact you?" perfect- a way to get your number!

"ah just.. here." he hands his phone to you, as you added it to your contact list. "i'll send it to you there then." you bowed and left to tend to your class of 20 kindergarten students. fuck you were beautiful.

cut to a few months into school days, sigewinne is doing great all but in one subject. which results wriothesley having to ask you for a bit of tutoring just for sigewinne, openly inviting you into their house.

you agree, not minding helping another kid. as you drove over to his house; you felt a little bit of fuzz in your heart, seeing a moderately-sized house, with fence which looks like its supposed to be white; was colored to be coincidentally the colors of sigewinne's hair. random strokes and lines scattered all over each standing wooden plank, you couldn't help but laugh a little.

as you got out, you observed out the sidewalk near his home had hopskotch sketches on the floor as well, how adorable. as wriothesley opened the door to welcome you inside, the house seemed pretty spacy.

"i know its not much, but this house was closest to the school." he chuckled as he led you over to where sigewinne was waiting. "tell me if you need anything."

wow he sounds even better upclose. his smile is pretty too, the apron he wore as he baked sigewinne-shaped cookies was pretty cute as well.

but as much as it all seemed very adorable, and fluffy. wriothesley couldn't lie what he'd been feeling the last few months in knowing you, and knowing how much sigewinne looks up to you, even overhearing the way she accidently calls you mom/dad, meaning that even if he proposed right here and now; his daughter would gladly accept. his last partners she never approved of- but with you, it's almost like she was actively trying to get you together.

before he walks into the room to ask if you and sigewinne are hungry; he hears her ask a little question. "miss/mister (name)! do you like my daddy?" sigewinne tugs at the hem of your sleeve. "ah- w- what do you mean?" "you like daddy, right? because you always smile when you go to escort me back to him, i don't see you do that to like.. aika's dad! or amira's mom! so you like daddy!"

unbeknownst to you; the strong, and big reputation fighter wriothesley blushed behind the closed door, hearing every little aspect of the conversation. putting the desserts back before putting his ear against the door again. "your daddy is nice, but i can't have relationships with my student's parents. it's unprofessional." "so you would date daddy if you didn't work here? oh but i'm gonna miss you in class if you leave!"

you found it adorable how she thought you'd leave your job for wriothesley, but you definitely couldn't afford doing so; not at the expense of your own living space being taken from you again.

"i just.. i guess you're a little right, 'winne. but i can't do that right now." "daddy makes enough money! this is only one of his houses!" "alright alright that's enough, let's get back to studying."

something so innocent, yet so captivating about the way you talked about him, you simply agreed about smiling the more you saw him. he felt mutual about it. ah- damn he shouldn't think the way he does about you, catching himself palming his urgent erection through the fabric of his boxers at night to the thought of your entrance sinking onto his length so politely- he's getting ahead of himself now.

but fuck it'd definitely be hot, to feel you on him, or watch how he'd be the one to arch your back as you creamed onto his cock. oh fuck, guess the pastries will wait. off to the bathroom he goes.

oh but the thought of you just bending over for him, telling him it's all his, he definitely could bust right here and now. stroking his girth, imagining how it'd be so slippery, so vulnerable just taking it like anyone would.

shit he already felt it coming- his dick definitely felt a lot more sensitive than last time he thought of jerking off to you; and damn did it feel good as hell. damn, was that already his cum on his own stomach.. he came at the thought of you again. third time this week. huh.

he came out, pulling his pants a bit, looking a little disshelved, more than earlier at least as you saw him walk by. "hey, i put her to sleep for now." you wave to him as you round the corner from her room. "mmm? that's good." he took a seat beside you, "oh uh, and i have a little favor to ask, you mind i stay for now? the rain doesn't seem like it'll let up anytime soon."

"yeah, sure, make yourself at home, baby." he hadn't realized the slip of tongue of calling you the nickname, barely noticing the clear flustered state he had put you in. "huh, what's with the face?"

you looked away, admitting it was nothing, 'till he ringed a strong arm around your shoulders, using his finger to make you look into his eyes, turning your head back to his. "then you'd tell me, yeah?"

you couldn't avoid how attractive it was, it was a swift reaction. you could feel something pooling/hardening down in your lower region, "it's really.. u- um nothing. i just.. i.." you held eye contact with him for a bit before you felt a hand grasp your hair from behind your head, pushing your lips into his.

you reciprocated the kiss for a bit, as you pulled away, eyes opened in shocked, as wriothesley looked like it was a normal thing between you two. "has anyone told you how pretty you are?

"..." "does it make you nervous when i stare? sorry, it's a habit when you're that gorgeous." "this.. is.. this is unprofessional! i- i'm sorry i-" you try to explain before he pulls you closer with his arm, "sigewinne sees you as a parent figure, it's fine."

"c'mere, pretty, she won't know we did this, and no one else will, not unprofessional if no one else will know. i know you want me too." he stroked your cheek, a smirk appeared on his face, while he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "come on, break the rules just once, i'll show you a good time."

...

he had you pinned onto his mattress upstairs, clothes stripped and onto the floor, now he could finally observe all and every inch he's been longing to see of you. trailing his palms all over your body, exploring it as much as he could. "just.. tell me to stop if i need to, 'kay?"

he already pried your legs open with just his words, one of his snake up to the other, holding it with a gentle, and soft touch, making sure you knew he cared about the way you felt about what he was doing.

but it was the way it was basically, your pussy was calling to him, the way they tightened around his fingers. "damn- already wet for me, baby?" he teased as he lowered his head to set a kiss on your cheek, watching you whimper, and arch your back from the simple art of getting played with (and it was just his fingers, just imagine his cock!!)

as he unbuckled his belt, shit you couldn't deny the sound of hearing his pants lower and drop the ground turned you on so much- ahh you could already imagine the way it'd feel inside. but you didn't have to imagine because he already lowered his cock to enter inside you, shit you could feel your already split in half from just the tip.

you can feel his girth, every vein, and inch, you could feel everything. "shh baby, i know you can take it." you could feel a reassuring squeeze on your palm. you could feel his forehead in contact with your as he slowly continued to penetrate, so slowly, so sensually. you felt a plethora of emotions, the guilt being quickly washed over with pleasure.

"ah- uhuh? you like that? like the way my cock kisses your stomach, sweetheart?" he teases into the shell of your ear. sending shudders down your spine, kissing your neck briefly. "ahh- mmf! yes, i do.." you whimper out with shame, the way his shaft smacked against your g-spot felt so good.

your legs started to tremble. you could feel his skin slap onto yours, making loud sounds that definitely would wake his neighbors up.

the strength in his palms that kept your thigh up on his shoulder now never faltered. hearing each moan felt like he only wanted to penetrate you even more.

"ah ah ah. careful with your sound so, pretty. you might wake up 'winnie." coy teasing is heard from the low rasp of his voice- damn he knew what he was doing. it was hard as hell to keep it down if his cock made such an adorable bulge in your stomach.

reaching for your swollen clit, rubbing over it with his thumb- oh fuck you could feel your third orgasm coming already. it didn't help how quickly he thrusts inside you, adding onto the euphoria you felt pooling in your stomach. the pressure only got worse the more you could hear his groans.

you started to clench onto the base of his cock, making it even harder for him to penetrate your stomach the way he did previously. "damn baby- relax, tryna keep me in there, or something?" he teased, promptly speeding up his digit over your pussy.

"haahn- gonna.. gonna c-cum wrio- fffuck!" you moaned loudly, squirting succus, as wrio holds your hips close to his own.

"hooollyy shiiit.. came all over me baby." he says breaths between his words.

he slowly pulled out of you, finally leaving your puffy hole alone, keeping one of his hands on your cunt still. "stay still, pretty." he licked a stripe over it, progressively lapping up the mix of cum between you both in your hole.

there was just something about either keeping every last drop in there, or at least letting himself have a taste to indulge in more intimacy as you calm down from your high (or cum on his tongue again, whatever you want.)

wriothesley who carries you bridal style to the bathroom. cleaning you up, and lets you borrow some of his clothes for the mean time before you go back home.

"dad! look! there's a storm outside!" sigewinne points out, her little finger out the window, cheek against the glass.

seems like you won't leave for now, how about you stay for the night?

[base0h]

can I have a shy yet a very good drawer GN!Reader who still hasn’t confessed their feelings X Law, Sanji, and Zoro?

Much platonic love And a happi day/night to you! ✨😀

a/n - awww this is so cute anon 💜💜 much love to you as well :)

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, none

- Zoro is on the shyer side as well, so you both can enjoy some pretty comfortable silences (he’s sleeping)

- he won’t ever admit it.. but he really likes it when you just sit by him while he trains just to keep him some company

- he wouldn’t enjoy anyone else but you, you’re like a little anchor for him to remind him that someone’s always there for him

- you’re an artist, he knows that VERY well. He’s peeked at a couple of your sketches of chopper and Robin, let’s just say he’s very impatiently waiting for his

- pls you ended up sketching Sanji first and he saw that and almost crumpled it up

- didn’t want to ruin or waste your beautiful talent tho

- one day, when he was training, you saw him lifting his weights per usual, swinging his katana, as well as squat jumping and all that

- he looked- unusually perfect today (not that he didn’t before) but- his expression, as well as his figure was almost picturesque

- you started sketching almost immediately, not even knowing your hand could move that fast. You were scribbling so intensely that the lead broke several times, much to your disdain

- “Y/n can you hand me the towel.”

- ….

- “Hello?????”

- he ended up walking over there while you were entranced in your drawing, finally finishing a rough sketch of the quite beautiful “model” zoro

- he saw it and had trouble keeping his jaw from dropping

- he walked back in front of you, surprising you when he threw an eraser at your forehead to snap you out of it

- “Look, this pose is better right?”

- you closed your sketchbook almost immediately.

- oh shit, he saw it

- “make sure my biceps look big please.”

- “I’M NOT A FREELANCER.”

- Law is a man of very few words, and when he speaks they’re almost always very negative or pessimistic

- but he can never seem to say anything negative about you or else I’d beat his ass

- he knows you’re an artist, and that you mainly just like to draw in your alone time, it’s a nice private activity

- mans a stalker

- will literally find the perfect window to your room just to take a peek at your drawings

- why are they all of Bepo and not him

- EVEN SHACHI GOT A DRAWING? TF?

- stormed off like a little baby 💀

- as you can see, he doesn’t get jealous easily

- he hasn’t confessed to you, but it was extremely obvious to the entire crew…

- you two always had tea together in the morning, sat together in down time, went over plans, and even talked normally together (which he literally never does)

- but- you’re lowkey oblivious asf so you don’t pick up the cues 🥰

- you two were drinking tea together, bright and early as he read the newspaper, and you took out your sketchbook

- the rays of sun coming through the tinted windows of the polar tang lit up his tan, cool toned skin perfectly

- he didn’t have his hat on to cover any of his scraggly features. The bags under his eyes, his intense gray eyes, sharp jawline, goatee, everything about him was accentuated in the light

- you started to draw this very bigass crush of yours in the most detailed way possible

- the silence was almost too peaceful for Law, part of him wanted to initiate a normal conversation, maybe- “how are you today?” But the poor guy was too nervous to talk around you

- he peeked over your shoulder to see you furiously adding details to his drawing

- damn he looked good- did he look like that????

- man thought he was so ugly 💀

- hey maybe let’s give y/n a compliment right? That’s the normal thing to do!

- he had a tint of pink on his cheeks, and couldn’t think of anything to say other than, “Why are my eye bags so big.”

- law 💀

- GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT - law having and existential crisis

- Corazon be disappointed up in heaven 💀

- “because you have ginormous eyebags???”

- …

- watch him wear concealer now 😭😭😭

a/n - I loved this an ungodly amount lmao

[oliversrarebooks]

Fitz's Volunteer Part One: The Act

In which a vaudeville fan volunteers for Phantom Fitz's show, ready to play along with some fake hypnosis tricks. Because magic isn't real. Right?

Masterlist

November 1923

TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, mild humiliation, extremely self indulgent

You've always loved going to the vaudevillle. The songs and sketches, the dancers and acrobats, the comedians and the dramatic actors. It's such a good way to take your mind off your troubles -- of which you unfortunately have many -- for just a few hours and relax.

"...and that was the Astounding Flying Lloyd sisters! Give 'em a hand, folks!" said the announcer. "Up next is the mysterious and charming magician and mesmerist Phantom Fitz!"

You've seen this act before, and it was fun and very interesting. He calls up a volunteer from the audience and hypnotizes them into assisting his routine, teasing them and giving them mildly embarrassing bits of business to do. You know it's either a plant or someone told to play along, of course -- you're no gullible rube who believes in magic.

Still, it seems like it must be fun to be led around the stage, pretending to be in a hypnotic trance. It doesn't hurt that he's easy to look at, with a slightly wicked smile and a cheeky sparkle in his eye. What's the harm in being a bit of a fan of a vaudeville performer, after all?

"Now, I'm going to need a willing assistant from the audience to demonstrate my mesmeric power on!" he declares with a flourish of his cape. "Who would like to find themselves completely and helplessly under my power? Don't be shy. I promise I don't bite, unless you want me to." He gave a big wink to the audience.

Hands go up all over, and you briefly consider raising yours. But you'd be too shy to actually go up on stage and do those things, if you were even chosen to begin with. Fitz is scanning the crowd, probably looking for his plant.

But then his eyes stop right on you. He smiles.

Does he want you to volunteer? Why you?

You're curious now. Before you can think twice, your hand raises.

His smile gets much bigger. "You, there," he says, pointing. "Don't be shy, you're perfect for this. You're going to be a natural at following my instructions. I can tell." He beckons you forward, and with all eyes on you, you leave your seat and walk up the stairs onto the stage. As soon as you step up, he takes your hand. His own hand is freezing cold, but something about it feels oddly reassuring, putting you at ease, making it easier to block out the presence of the crowd.

"Thank you for volunteering," he says. That wicked grin is even brighter now that you're close to him. "What's your name?"

You tell him.

"That's a lovely name. Shame you won't be needing it for this performance," he says, leaving you wonder what that means. He reaches behind your ear. "Oh, you have something stuck in your ear, hang on." 

He's pretending to pull out colorful scarves, one after another, and you're pretty sure they must be coming out of his sleeves, but his fingers are so fast and nimble that you can't even quite tell when you're this close. "Not to embarrass you, but perhaps you should wash behind your ears better," he says, as a rainbow of scarves pools at your feet. The crowd is laughing.

You're not sure how to react, and before you can really say anything, he's pulled the scarves away and is leading you over to a chair center stage. "And now, if you don't mind having a seat, we can get down to the important business of molding you into the perfect assistant for me."

"All right," you say nervously, not sure what you're supposed to do. You had assumed this was a plant. Are you going to have to play-act being hypnotized? You've never been very good at acting, and you're worried you might spoil the act.

"Now don't you fret," he says, standing behind the chair and placing a soft hand on top of your head. "No one is able to resist my mesmeric powers for long. All you need to do is sit back and relax." He leans in closer, and you assume he's going to whisper instructions. Instead, he says, "Do you mind if I touch you like this? I need to keep your head steady in case you start to doze off."

"...No?" you say, surprised. Does he actually think you're going to fall asleep, that his hypnosis will work in truth?

"Good," he says, and produces a heavy brass pocketwatch, which he dangles in front of your face. It's finely made with a pretty face, and it ticks softly and rhythmically as he swings it back and forth before your eyes. "Now just watch the pretty pocketwatch, dear," he says. "Keep your eyes focused as it swings back and forth, back and forth. Focus on nothing else but the watch and my voice."

Wanting to do your best, you let your eyes follow the watch, and you feel something strange, starting at the top of your head where Fitz is holding his hand. It feels warm. Relaxing. Dizzying. Almost like sinking into a warm bath.

"Yes, that's right, you're doing so well," he encourages. "I knew you'd be so good at this. You're already starting to get sleepy, aren't you? So sleepy and drowsy. That's my mesmeric power starting to work on you, dear."

Of course, you're not actually going to start falling asleep on stage in front of an entire audience just because of a pocketwatch and a few honeyed words...

Of course you're not...

"That's it. Such a good assistant. Every swing of the watch making you sleepier and sleepier. So drowsy. So relaxed, so tired, such heavy eyelids..."

You shake yourself out of the daze you're falling into. What's happening? It has to be your imagination, but you actually do feel sleepy. You can't tear your eyes away from the watch, and it feels like Fitz's commands are sinking deep into your mind. This can't actually be working on you, can it?

"You're just so tired and drowsy, tired and sleepy. Your eyelids are so heavy, drifting shut, like they want to stay closed... getting sleepier and sleepier..." The hand on top of your head gently strokes your hair, and the drowsy daze intensifies, your head drooping forward before you catch yourself. "You're so drowsy that you're starting to fall asleep, dear."

It's hard to think through the haze. You can't see the audience very well past the heavy, swinging watch, but your mind is trying to alert you to the fact that you're being mesmerized in front of an entire crowd. It feels so real, so hard to keep yourself awake.

"You're getting so, so sleepy as I cast my magic spell on you," he says, and even though he's speaking loud enough for the audience to hear, he feels so close, like he's only talking to you. "Wouldn't it be nice to shut down those heavy eyes, to relax completely, and to listen sleepily to my voice speaking to you?"

You feel yourself nod. Yes, yes that sounds so nice. You're so drowsy and relaxed and everything feels so warm and good. It makes you feel especially nice to agree with what he's saying. Falling asleep and listening to Fitz just sounds perfect. But --

But -- !

Wait! You're actually falling asleep. You're actually following his commands. He's actually hypnotizing you. It's no trick, it's no act. He's putting you under his control up on a vaudeville stage, in front of a packed theater. Your cheeks flush, and you regain enough of yourself to flinch away from the pocketwatch. You should regain focus before it's too late and you fall completely under his mesmeric influence.

"Oh, dear," he whispers softly in your ear. "It's not the pocketwatch that's putting you under my spell. And I think it's a bit too late for you to resist."

A deep, irresistible drowsiness crashes through you. Your shoulders slump and your head tips forward as you struggle to keep your impossibly heavy eyes open. It's too late -- too late to resist -- you're being hypnotized --

"Shut your eyes, dear," he says, his hand petting you. "It's time to let your heavy, drowsy eyes shut, and remain shut, just like they want to, to relax and fall asleep and listen to me."

Any fight you had left in you has gone, replaced by a hazy feeling of bliss. Closing your eyes feels far too good to fight. Falling asleep and listening to Fitz's voice sounds so, so nice. Why even bother struggling against it? Why not just fall asleep...? 

"Good, good, you're such a natural at this," he says encouragingly. "Your sleepy little eyes want  to stay closed. They're far too heavy to open again. You might want to try, but if you do, you'll find that you can't. It's like they're glued shut. Can you try for me?"

Your eyebrows furrow as you try to open your eyes. Not only are they heavy, but they feel too relaxed to even respond to your commands. It's impossible.

"You can stop trying now and relax. You're doing so well. Such an ideal hypnotized assistant," he says, and you feel yourself practically glowing with the praise. "Now I'm going to have you imagine you're at the top of a staircase. Can you see it? There are ten stairs, and we're going to walk down each one of them, and with every step, you're going to go deeper asleep and deeper into hypnotic trance. Ten... nine..."

You can't believe how it feels to float in a comfortable cloud of sleep and relaxation, absorbing every word Fitz says. You could happily stay like this forever. 

"Five... your hypnotized mind is so obedient... four... it feels so good and natural to obey..."

You don't even need to stay aware of what's happening -- he tells you it's perfectly fine if you're deeply asleep, that you can still listen so carefully while you doze. He's so encouraging and kind and that hand on top of your head seems to just radiate delicious warmth.

"...and you're going to forget you name, dear. You're so deeply sleepy and hypnotized that you can't even remember your own name. It's hidden away in your mind, in a place where you can't reach, and it feels good to forget and sink more deeply into sleep..."

Mmm, yeah, it feels good to forget. Anything Fitz wants you to do is fine with you.

"...and when I count to three, you're going to open your eyes, slowly, so as not to disturb your relaxation. You're going to open your eyes, but you're going to remain deeply asleep and deeply hypnotized, and you're going to forget the audience and focus only on me. Three... remain deeply asleep... two... relaxed and hypnotized... and one... open your eyes."

Your eyes pop open so easily as if you weren't just in the deepest sleep of your life. Or maybe you still are? There's a fuzzy blur in front of you and you're not quite sure where you are until Fitz gets your attention. 

"How are you doing, my sweet little assistant?"

"Very good," you say, eager to please.

He grins, and you feel like a million bucks. "Can you sing a little song for us, just to prove to the audience that you're back in the land of the living?"

Well, of course you can. You can sing the song that's been trapped in your head ever since you heard it on the radio this afternoon. "Yes, we have no bananas," you sing out. "We have no bananas today!"

"That's perfect, dear," Fitz says, laughing. You hear other laughs in the distance, but they aren't important. "Now I seem to have dropped a penny. Would you mind getting on all fours and picking it up?"

You drop to your knees, carefully looking across the stage floor, but you don't see any sign of a penny.

"Never mind, I've already found it. You're very, very good at following instructions, though. I wonder why that is." He winks, and there's another loud laugh in the distance. 

Fitz offers a hand to pull you up, and you feel so wonderfully lovely as he does. "You've been such an excellent assistant so far, simply perfect," he says, letting you bask in the pleasure. "But I have to apologize, because I seem to have forgotten your name. Could you remind me?"

Of course you --

The word dies in your throat. It's at the tip of your tongue, but for some reason, you can't produce it. What is your name? You want to tell Fitz, but it's a complete blank. How could you forget your own name? Just as you feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment, he smiles and cups your face so gently. "Shhh, it's okay. It's okay that you forgot your name. I don't mind at all. You can just relax and not worry about it."

What a relief! Another wave of sleepy, soothing calm washes through you.

"I'm just going to call you dear anyway, is that all right, dear?"

"Yes."

"So agreeable! Folks, you can't just find good help like this. You have to make it yourself." He releases you and steps back. "Now, just to prove what a hypnotized little thing you are, I would like you to do a trust fall. I'm going to stand here, and on the count of three, you're going to feel all your muscles give way, and you're going to fall backwards right into my arms."

"A trust fall...?" you say, a little apprehensive.

"You trust me, and you want to fall for me, don't you?" he says, with a wicked smile in your direction, and despite your overall relaxation, you can feel your heart flip. "Now then. Three... two... one."

It's so easy. On the count, your body just falls backwards entirely on its own, right into his strong, cold arms. He smells like fancy soap and floral cologne and stage makeup. Some part of you wouldn't mind staying pressed up against him longer. But he sets you upright to the sound of cheers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, my assistant is now utterly, helplessly at my command. Isn't that right, dear?"

"Yes, Phantom Fitz," you agree.

"I'm going to have you help me with a few magic tricks. You're such a good assistant that you won't need to think about any of them with your conscious mind. You can just relax and let me direct you, and with every command, you'll feel more deeply asleep and more deeply hypnotized."

You nod drowsily, and let him take you by the shoulders and direct you over to a card table. It feels good to be near him, to listen. He calls up a few more people on stage and you're shuffling and holding cards while he does some tricks you can't quite follow. It's so easy to follow his directions. So easy to focus and listen. 

"Can someone from the audience suggest a pose for my wonderful assistant?" he says. You hear shouts, but you can't take your attention from Fitz. "Oh, that's a good one. Yes, why don't you pose like you're a pretty ballerina?"

You stand on tiptoe and put your arms up in a circle over your head, doing your best to imitate a dancer. He looks you over, appraising you as if you're a statue, adjusting you here and there with a light touch. Finally, he laughs, picks up the line of scarves from the floor, and drapes it around you. "A brilliant work of art, don't you think?" he says to the crowd with a flourish. "This is the kind of statue that you can only see in the finest galleries of Paris, but I've brought it to you right here."

He bows, and then touches your arms so gently. "You can relax now, dear. You've made an excellent statue."

He then has you lay down on a table, his hands pushing your shoulders down gently, and you feel yourself being levitated in midair. There's some kind of platform underneath you and you stay absolutely still just as Fitz ordered. He waves a hoop around your body, and then gently brushes the hair from your face as you lay there, dazed and immobilized.

You look up into his gray-blue eyes. You're so helpless, entirely at his mercy. And that smile makes you feel weak.

You're lowered back onto the table, and he helps you to stand again, your knees feeling wobbly. He holds you up discreetly as he bows to the audience. "Please give a round of applause to my hopelessly mesmerized little helper!" he says, gesturing to you, and you can just see the crowd beyond your lidded eyes as they cheer.

Fitz takes you by the shoulders and is standing oh-so-close. "I'm going to wake you up now so you can go back to your seat, but you're still going to feel drowsy and hypnotized, and you won't quite know why," he whispers, barely audible over the noise of the audience. "Once the show is done, you're going to come find me backstage. You won't remember these commands, but you will act on them. Do you understand, dear?"

You nod. You feel so lovely that you really don't want to be woken up, but you like the idea of getting to see Fitz again. 

"And now you're going to wake up from my mesmeric power when I snap my fingers in one... two... three..."

He snaps his fingers near your ear, and the world snaps back into focus. A whole packed audience of people, men, women, and children, are laughing and cheering for you. You remember the things you did and said, how completely entranced you felt and how powerless you were to resist Fitz's commands. How you couldn't even remember your own name, and how you let him put his hands all over you...

"You feel fine after all of that, don't you?" he says with a smile.

Your momentary humiliation fades, but you're still so woozy, like it's hard to think straight. "Fine. Good, really. Like I've had a really good night's sleep," you say uncertainly.

He leans in to whisper in your ear. "You did an excellent job playing along."

"Playing along?" you can't help but blurt out. He can't possibly think that -- he must know what he did, what he's capable of --

"Here, let me help you off the stage."

You're not sure why, but you let him take your shoulders and guide you to the stairs as if you're a docile little lamb. You're so dazed, nearly tripping over your feet as you stumble back to your seat. 

"What was that like?" says the stranger in the seat next to yours. "It seemed so real. Did he actually have you under?"

You don't really want to admit to a perfect stranger that you were under an actual mesmeric spell. She'd think you're making it up. "No, it was just pretend," you say.

"I figured. You did a good job with it! I don't think I could pretend to do all those things if I were on stage."

You nod. You don't think you could, either, not if you actually were pretending.

Playing along...

You weren't, were you? It felt so real. You can hardly remember most of it, and you genuinely felt that you were in a deep, entranced sleep. You remember that all you wanted to do was agree with Fitz and obey his orders. Wasn't it actual hypnosis? Or are you just so weak-willed that you fell under the fake spell of a two-bit vaudeville performer...

Fitz has picked up his props and gone offstage, and a couple of comedians are doing a bit now. You watch without paying the slightest bit of attention. You're so tired after all of that excitement. So sleepy.

There's something you need to do after the show, but you can't quite remember what it is. You hope that you can remember when the show ends.

Masterlist >> Part Two

Thank you for volunteering for Phantom Fitz's show. Next time, we'll see what happens to our victim volunteer as they go to meet him backstage.

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[soapyghostie]

Hi! i love reading you little stories about danny ‘jed olsen’ johnson!! I was hoping you could make a post about how he would look, like: many body scars, soft muscular body, or strong and tougher kind of body. Hope you understood what i was asking for, i tried to explain it the best i can! <3

You mean like general headcanons? I did a mixture of both his appearance and his personality if that’s okay. There is a link of a visual of what I think Danny looks like at the very bottom. Hope you enjoy!

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

This man has many scars all over his body from his victims trying to defend themselves, but failed. Where he has scars the most is definitely his legs and chest where victims have landed sharp objects deep past his suit, into his skin. I guess his leather suit can’t protect him all the time. He has a giant scar running right through his left eyebrow. Him being the cocky bastard he is, he loves to show it off to his coworkers and make up an insane story for it. The crazy thing is that they actually believe him. 

His gaze can intimidate anyone. He has these stern yellow eyes that will make you shrink into your skin if he glares at you. However, when he gives someone puppy dog eyes, you can’t resist. There’s no way you can say no to those gorgeous yellow eyes. Additionally, I just wanted to say, his eyes make him look cat-like. 😂 

Danny has a very lean body. He has to be strong so he can overpower his victims. However, he isn’t bulky because he also has to be fast and carrying a ton of muscle will slow him down. He definitely works out a lot. I’d say he runs 7-8 miles and hits the gym at least two hours everyday because, let me tell you, he is definitely shredded. (I’m sorry. This headcanon is definitely the runner coming out of me.) 

Danny has short, but fluffy black hair. He makes sure to keep it silky soft so he can easily run his hands through it. Also, to wow the ladies; he knows women love a man with gorgeous, silky hair. Dingus. 

Dude, this man is literally so silent. He can judge which floorboards creak, which doors squeal when opened, what shadows keep him hidden from sight. It’s insane. Literally a god. 

I think we all have gotten a glimpse of how much of an asshole and narcissist he is. He’s extremely mischievous, confident, and thinks he’s the biggest lady-killer. Spoiler alert! He really isn’t no lady-killer: he can’t even get a lady for the life of him. His cheesy pick-up lines and flirting skills are full of crap. He better be glad he has his looks or he’d get himself slapped across the face. 

Danny is a fantastic photographer. He makes sure that any photo he takes is on point. He’s a perfectionist. If he takes a photo, no matter if it’s for work or snapping photos of victims, it has to be perfect or he scratches it out of his camera roll. 

He is a great writer as well. I don’t know why the Roseville Gazette would hire him if he wasn’t. 🤷‍♀️ Anyways, a fucking unit at punctuation. He uses semicolons way too much than he probably should, just like me, and he knows it too. Hey! If it looks good and sounds good then that is all that matters. He’s also a pretty fast typer and always proofreads his writing at least 4 times before turning it in for publishing. He tends to get all his work done before all his coworkers. 

He keeps a journal where he writes important information about his victims: where they live, their daily routines, and stuff like that. He also sketches out what each and every one of his victims looks like next to his notes. 

He’s pretty cold-hearted and has an obsession for fame and recognition. He wants everyone to know who he is and to fear him. He’s addicted to the fear frozen on his victims faces when he calls them and has dozens of pictures of his victims hidden in his nightstand drawer to use for his articles.

Even though he’s a phenomenal journalist, he doesn’t get paid that much so this man literally lives off of ramen. However, he loves himself a nice home cooked meal: anything that takes a long time to cook to be honest. He would cook if he wasn’t so bad at it. 

He loves himself a good bargain; he loves the power they hold over someone. The moment someone breaks their side of the deal, he can break his and they’re over and done with if you know what I mean. 👀

He loves drama. He’ll listen to all the tea and no one will know he’s listening in either. He’ll start spreading it around to all the other coworkers. Now everyone knows the business. That’s why you never whisper shit while Danny is around because he’ll get a hold of that gossip one way or another. 

Danny Johnson visual

Hey you guys! Just a quick note that I’ll get to your requests on Saturday. This was the easiest request in my inbox so I didn’t have to think about what I wanted to write as much as I have to with other requests. I’m just so exhausted from camp, but I wanted to post something new for you guys to read. I hope you enjoyed it.

[ryuichirou]

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About nkgw and about the Idia sketches! And also one about fem!Azul drawing from a while ago.

Anonymous asked:

hi! If you don't mind me asking, are you the creator of  Ń̸̞●̸͔k̴̙●̷̠g̴͍ą̶́ẇ̵̠a̴͈ stories on twitter? If so, is it part of something bigger or is there any more lore or backstory to the town/universe?

Hi, Anon.

Yes, I am! We didn’t really want to tie the author identity to this project if that makes sense (to keep it somewhat cryptic), but it’s an open secret anyway: it’s our project, and I am the one both writing and drawing it with Katsu’s assistance, guidance and sometimes ideas.

Our intention with Ń̸̞●̸͔k̴̙●̷̠g̴͍ą̶́ẇ̵̠a̴͈ stories was to create a series of small self-sufficient comics that could be read in any order, like small bites of kind of spooky kind of weird something in your timeline to go “huh?” for a moment or two; so there isn’t really any backstory or lore... But who knows, maybe some mysteries are going to get a little more context to them! Or not. The recent detective storyline is the first actual ongoing storyline that Ń̸̞●̸͔k̴̙●̷̠g̴͍ą̶́ẇ̵̠a̴͈ has. We are still thinking about the way we’re going to go around it, so it’s subtle for now. (I’m pretty sure Katsu also said it while replying to a similar ask today)

I don’t mind the theories though! It would be interesting to read what people think about things that are going on there.

What I can also say for sure is that I really enjoyed drawing an undressing game for it last year, so if possible and when we have more time for it, I’d love to draw something interactive again.

It’s also in a little impromptu hiatus right now because of my deadlines, but we��ll be back soon! Thank you so much for reading it and enjoying it. It tickles and inspires me a lot to hear that someone is interested in what exactly going on in this weird little town.

Anonymous asked:

How the hell do you draw so fast??? The new Idia ssr pjs JP card came out and you drew 2 amazing ones before I got his tsum and broom ones on the English servers within 3 hours of its release. And now another one??? God hands right there

Thank you, Anon!! I just draw a lot! lol

Well, there is also some planning involved. I started sketching around when the teaser for Idia’s ssr pjs just came out, coming up with poses and ideas and stuff. And now I just have to clean, fix and colour those sketches… since I am not doing lineart for them, it takes much less time! Well, it still takes a couple of hours of course, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not like I have to be as clean or precise as when I draw something similar to our recent Cater (he took ~4 days).

So yeah, a combination of me drawing pretty much all day and Katsu being smart about our time management and posting schedule lol

Anonymous asked:

Are we cycling through all the main Idia fuckers of the blog with the pajama drawings?

I think we are! It was unintentional at first though, so Azul’s and Ortho’s sketches are pretty…vague, without the second person actually being depicted. I kind of got carried away with the other guys… (yes it’s a little teaser lol). We’ll probably draw something for the vague boys again though, it’d be only fair...

Anonymous asked:

plushie nice and big

yessss, perfect plushie

Anonymous asked:

It's bright blue eyes disturb me so

Anonymous asked:

Like it's staring into my very being

Reminds me of doll Rook dare I say, they should be friends

Oh no, another cursed toy…!

I think this one is a little more judgmental, isn’t it? Doll Rook was so friendly and cuddly!

And Azu-plush just wants to cuddle with one person only and still be pouty about it somehow.

Anonymous asked:

For the latest Fem!Azul drawing is she wet or is she *wet*?

Yes.

And both options are equally dangerous…

[tomorrowsgardennc]

market update // october 5th

it do be pumpkin season 🎃 got this kratos variety pumpkin (perfect name) from a farmer friend and i sketched out a scary design on it during the slow parts of the day. hope to carve it later this week. future me might regret it.

today was actually a pretty busy day! sooooooooo many return customers from spring all realized i was back from summer break and in a new spot, and shared so many stories about their garden and what grew and what didn't.

one customer said he didn't expect a 100% germination rate on his okra, and he and one other customer "complained" that the okra from seed grew TOO fast!! one day would be tiny, and the next day is too big to harvest. i don't eat okra, nor harvest for produce because i know it has to be picked at *just the right time* and i have no idea when that is 🫣 so i just grow okra for seed only. i asked customers what variety of okra should i grow for seed next year. one said an okra that grows slower or smaller, another said purple okra. which i assume is the burgandy okra since it's a deep red, it can be kinda purple.

had people ask for garlic and onion, and i've been sold out for a couple weeks. might need to get more bulbs so i can grow even more and have even more more of those next year.

also had 2 people ask for parsley seeds. sadly all my parsley got eaten by swallowtail caterpillars in the spring, so never went to seed.

was telling a lot of people about overwintering pepper plants. we are getting lows in the 40s late this coming week, so pepper plants need to be dug up and brought inside. they are technically perennials if kept warm enough. i got a couple more i need to dig up this week myself.

another customer bought an eggplant transplant from me in the spring and she said it's the biggest eggplant plant she ever grew and still going strong. i only sold patio baby eggplants in the spring, and they're a dwarf variety so that's kinda funny.

QUESTION OF THE DAY: seed storage! lots of people were buying seeds that you can't start until spring, so they were asking how to make them last. short answer: cool, dark, dry place. ez pz. long answer: imma do a post soon of all the good options and why some options are bad.

i've also known for being the lady who sells these variety 6 packs. they're super popular and always sell out quick. i take 3 varieties, 2 each, and put them in a 6-cell like this. sometimes i have a theme, like in the spring i had a taco tuesday 6-pack (2 tomatoes, 2 hot peppers, 2 beans) or a pizza 6-pack (2 tomatoes, 2 basil, 2 sweet peppers). nobody else at the market does this, and customers love it because then they don't have to make a decision 😅 just an idea for others who are looking to sell transplants in the spring.

i sold out of my ground cherry produce within 30 minutes. last day i was offering them. guess i'm growing more next year 🫠 sold out of all but 3 of my kale plants by end of market. sold a good chunk of seeds too. hope my inventory lasts 🫠

not a lot of photos because of all the chit chats with customers, so enjoy this little fella until next week.

waved at 12 kids today, got 10 waves back in return. not bad, not bad.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Howdy! First off, I wanna start by saying you're awesome for doing matchups, and for free no less. It's so rare to find someone enthusiastically doing something like this. So, thank you; I hope you're having a great time doing these :)

With that said, I'd love an X-men matchup!

I'm 18, they/he, and aroace. (The aroace thing makes dating difficult, obviously, but I thought it'd be important to include it!) I'm 5'5, brown hair+eyes and glasses, with pale skin. It's a bit hard to tell my gender, lol; I'm androgynous and lean towards masculine. I'm also American.

My hobbies are writing, reading, art in general, and video games. For my interests, I adore writing, and am going to Uni for creative writing. I'm big into fantasy writing, and my interests reflect that; Final Fantasy XVI and Elden Ring are my favorite games. I also like Minecraft, the Sims 4, and Resident Evil. I draw as a hobby, and I like to draw things I find beautiful. For books, I like Frankenstein, Picture of Dorian Grey, H.P. Lovecraft, and Shakespeare.

I'm fairly into politics and prefer to keep up with the news. I'm a bit radical for my area lol. I have strong convictions, but I'm willing to change my mind on things, and I love to learn.

I've been told I'm a bit odd, to put it lightly. (I don't know how to write this next bit without sounding like I'm gassing myself up lmao-) I have dry humor and I can respond pretty quickly with a joke, so I consider myself witty. I'm big on sarcasm; ironically, with my audhd, it can be hard for me to pick up on others being sarcastic.

I get through social interactions with hopes and prayers, but I've been told I have charisma (???).

Other random things: My favorite flower is forget-me-not; my sense of style is anywhere from frat boy to academic to divorced dad; I'm pretty messy (adhd lol); axolotls are my favorite animal.

I hope I provided enough info! Have a wonderful day, and thank you in advance!! 💞💓💖💗

Hi! I genuinely enjoy doing these matchups! Deep diving into characters, writing headcanons, and coming up with new - and cute - ideas is super fun for me. I love hearing about everyone's preferences and interests as well. I find myself finding things in common with people, which I love, too. :)

It’s honestly so fulfilling to see the ideas I create resonate with others and bring a smile to their faces. Knowing that something I’ve written can brighten someone’s day or give them a little joy makes all the effort worth it. That’s what really motivates me. <3

(Oof sorry for the long thing there XD Thank you so much for your kind words, and I hope that you like your matchup!)

<333333

Enjoy!

Matchup; X-Men

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X-Men;

Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) (I felt that Kodi Smit-McPhee's Kurt was a pretty perfect fit, in my opinion.) -

You first meet Kurt during your early days at the X-Mansion, when you’re just starting out as a student.

At first, you’re a little unsure of what to expect; being surrounded by so many different mutants can be a bit overwhelming, but Kurt’s presence is calming and comforting.

He’s often found in the library, reading or sketching, which is how you first start talking.

One day, you find yourself seeking quiet in the same corner of the library, flipping through a book.

Kurt, ever the curious soul, notices you and shyly approaches. "Ah, I see you like to read too," He says with a small smile, his thick accent making his words sound almost musical.

You exchange a few words about the book you’re reading, and that’s how it begins.

Kurt is naturally observant and kind, and while it takes a little while for him to open up fully, he starts to recognize you around the mansion.

Over time, the two of you begin to chat more often - about books, about life, about the world outside the mansion.

His thoughtful nature and dry sense of humor draw you in, and soon enough, you're both fast friends.

Kurt is the type of friend who’s always there to cheer you on.

When you’re working on a difficult project or stuck in a creative slump, he’s right by your side with a comforting word or a silly joke to lighten the mood.

You spend a lot of time together in virtual worlds, whether it’s playing 'Minecraft' and building elaborate castles or torturing Sims in pools without ladders in 'Sims 4.'

Kurt enjoys low-pressure hangouts, like reading together (you with your book, him with whatever comic book or fantasy novel he’s into).

He’s content with quiet moments, often curling up with you in a cozy spot while he talks about the latest things that are on his mind.

You two share long discussions about philosophical ideas, personal beliefs, and deep thoughts about life in general - things that he’s genuinely curious about, and that you’re happy to explore with him.

Kurt can tell when you’re going through a tough time or struggling.

He’s incredibly empathetic and will find little ways to make your day easier, like preparing a meal for you after a long writing session or leaving little notes for you with motivational quotes.

Kurt is a very affectionate person. He might surprise you with a random, “I’m so glad I know you,” while giving you a hug (his hugs are legendary, like being enveloped in warmth).

You are a major help to him when he is still learning how to teleport correctly.

You are always there for him if he is feeling upset after a failed teleport, and always there for him when he pulls one off successfully.

Kurt loves to try drawing with you.

He’s not great at it, but he insists on sitting by you and practicing, with the occasional humorous comment about how his drawings "look like they were made by a six-year-old." But even when he’s "bad" at it, he enjoys it just because it’s something you do together.

Kurt shares your love for nature.

There are many hikes and walks you both take together, especially around the beautiful grounds of the X-Mansion or the forests around it.

He loves showing you the best spots for stargazing.

Kurt often does things that make you smile without any big gesture attached.

Maybe it’s a random forget-me-not bouquet he leaves by your desk (he remembers you mentioned them once) or getting you your favorite snack when he’s in the X-Mansion kitchen.

It’s these little thoughtful gestures that make you feel appreciated.

When you’re having a rough day or feeling overwhelmed, Kurt will sit with you and let you vent or talk about whatever is bothering you.

He doesn’t rush you, simply offering a quiet presence while you work through your thoughts. He’s always patient, always understanding.

He might even take you out on a spontaneous trip to a comic book shop or an art gallery because he knows you’ll enjoy it.

Kurt’s the type to leave little notes for you around the mansion, like on your desk, under your pillow, or even on your favorite coffee mug.

He loves hearing about the stories you’re working on. Even if they’re just drafts or ideas, he listens to you speak passionately about your worlds and characters, and will often offer you positive feedback.

He loves sitting with you as you read Frankenstein or The Picture Of Dorian Gray out loud to him.

Kurt would memorize Shakespeare passages and recite them to you to impress you.

If you're ever feeling a bit overwhelmed with your creative writing or schoolwork, Kurt would be there to help you out.

When you need to restock on drawing materials, Kurt would excitedly volunteer to go with you, eager to help pick out things for your art.

He might grab a few extra things, surprising you with new pens or a new sketchbook.

If you ever feel like the world is a bit too much or your ADHD makes things overwhelming, Kurt is there to offer comforting hugs and listen.

Overall, he is just a really compassionate and attentive person, is what I'm trying to say here.

He often reminds you that you are not alone.

Kurt, for a special occasion, bought you an axolotl.

Kurt loves to challenge you to quick, impromptu drawing sessions where you both try to draw the same creature or fantasy scene in just five minutes. It's fun, chaotic, and a little silly, but always ends in laughter.

On lazy nights, Kurt would suggest watching a fantasy movie or a classic film you both enjoy, and he’d bring popcorn.

Kurt would occasionally slip into German when he’s complimenting you.

He might say something like “Du bist wunderschön,” (you’re beautiful), and it always makes you smile, especially when you don't understand it at first, and he explains it with a shy grin.

If you get stuck on a writing prompt, Kurt would suggest going outside for some fresh air, offering to help brainstorm ideas while enjoying a walk.

His strange yet charming way of thinking always helps get your creative juices flowing.

Kurt would occasionally read to you from one of your favorite books, doing his best to get into character with different voices, even if it’s a bit exaggerated.

It would always end with you playfully rolling your eyes, but secretly loving it.

#Cuddles!

[lavoszero]

KO-FI

Sorry for reposting this a lot, my parents are talking to an agent now and actively looking for a house out of state, so I'm getting extra anxious/feeling dread. But also thank you extremely to those who reblogged and were able to spare some cash (especially now a days) you helped me be able to pay for some rent applications! Here's to hoping they get back to me 🤞

When I do move out I'm going to be pretty much living from pay check to pay check, and with how my retail job is- worrying about keeping up the fast paced work so I don't get let go/fired. So I'll be needing any extra cash I can get

Context for the urgent need to move out, my parents are super homophobic/transphobic and the moment they suspected me of being that my mother pretty much threatened to throw me and all my stuff out of the house.

Literally had to lie through my teeth so could continue having a roof over my head. And with them planning to move out of state (expecting me to go with them) is a big NO way in hell. Being in the closet and having to hear them go on and on about how they wished people like me didn't exist makes every day feel like walking on eggshells and being an anxious mess.

I'm even terrified of them knowing I want to move out and stay in our current state cause they'd go for my throat with accusations on WHY I want to stay, when its simply I don't feel (obviously) comfortable with living them anymore when they just loved the idea of me as their child- when they would of abandoned me the instant if didn't fit their image of their perfect child anymore. Anything helps immensely, and I greatly appreciate any help sent my way. I'll draw ocs, selfships, furries, monsters, character refs, and

ns fw art (as spicy coms special on my Kofi) and I have every right to refuse anything that makes me uncomfortable.

PRICES (And Examples under the Readmore)

Rough Sketch Doodle (The College Snack Special) -> $5 (Minimum)

Line Art (Shoulder Up) -> $10

Line Art (Half Body) -> $30

Line Art (Full Body) -> $30

Flat Color (Shoulder Up) -> $30

Flat Color (Half Body) -> $40

Chibi - Flat Color -> $35

Flat Art (Full Body) -> $50

Shaded (Shoulder Up) -> $50

Shaded (Half Body) -> $60

Shaded (Full Body) -> $70

Spicy Special (aka NS FW) -> $70

Character Sheet -> $100

Other Examples:

[mads-nixon]

Hiiii!!!!!!! So I saw your requests are open and I have a Pacific one: headcanons for Chuckler dating an artist (I like to draw so I came up with this), perhaps? Thanks!

Chuckler Dating an Artist Headcannons

Lew "Chuckler" Juergens x Artist!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Hiiii!! i loooooove this concept so much!! thanks for requesting! please request more if you have any ideas!! this is about the fictional portrayal of H company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Okay, I'm thinking post-war for these...

After Lew comes home and gets settled in Chicago, he's walking down a street in the Chicago suburb when he sees you for the first time...

You're sitting by the side of the road on a stool, overlooking Columbus Park as you sketched a beautiful work of the sun setting over the lake and skyscrapers in the distance.

Your tongue was poking through your lips in concentration, and Lew found himself completely captivated by you. You looked so at peace...something he was still looking for after the war.

He went up and started talking to you, and the rest is history!

Months later, Chuckler's favorite thing is to watch you draw. Seeing you in your element is something that he never gets tired of.

One day, he comes over to your house with a wrapped box and a wide smile on his face. When you open it, you can't believe what he fought you: a hundred-piece drawing set. You know it must have cost him a fortune, and you throw yourself in his arms, thanking him over and over.

On the days that bring back more memories than usual, he'll come over and you can tell by the look on his face that it's not a good day.

Times like that, you'd spend the day peacefully relaxing (a lot of times on the couch or in bed) snuggled up. You pull him into your arms and hold him tightly, letting him be the little spoon for once.

I'd like to think that you live outside the city a little bit and that you have a pretty backyard with a porch with rocking chairs. On the porch, you snuggle into Lew's lap as he rocks the two of you back and forth.

He seems to enjoy the silence of the night and your gentle conversations that remind him that he survived the war, and that he's safe with you in his arms.

Since you started dating Lew, you'd gone through sooooo many more sketchbooks than before, and he starts to get curious.

One day, you're drawing a scene of the skyline when he asks you if he can look through your sketches.

(sure, you'd shown him many before, but he'd never looked through your book)

You nod and get really nervous as you hand it over.

His smiling face falls slightly as he flips through it slowly. Page after page were different sketches and drawings of him. Some were his signature smile, while others were of him fast asleep, his face serene.

You worried it was 'too much' or that he wouldn't like them, but all your fears dissipated when you saw his reaction.

Tears pricked at his eyes as he looked through the book. How did he ever deserve you?

"These," he whispered, voice cracking as he looked up at you, "Are amazing. I love them."

A smile graces your lips and you blush at the compliment, ducking your head bashfully.

Chuckler just lifts your chin softly, the warm gaze from his glossy blue eyes making your heart skip a beat.

"You're perfect..."

You took a deep breath and smiled, leaning your forehead against his. "I love you."

DUDE ASKS YOU TO MARRY HIM RIGHT THERE

You say yes, ofc!!

Y'all have the sweetest life together, and Lew hangs your artwork all around the house, even if you think it's not the best.

THIS MAN...he will never let you talk bad about yourself or your art, and he does whatever it takes to attend all of your art shows, even if he is the only one there (think Pam's art show from the Office and how Michael is the only one to show up type vibes.)

He continues to get you supplies the second something of yours runs low (if one single pencil or paint runs out, he uses it as an excuse to buy you a whole other kit.)

"What? Your green color pencil broke?" He'd ask after you sent him a playful glare (you loved it when he got you stuff, but you'd never admit it.)

"So you had to give me a whole 24-pack?" you tease.

"Yeah. I gotta make sure you're stocked up, doll."

You hug him tightly. "Thank you, honey. I love them."

You eventually become an art teacher in the Chicago Public School System, where you get to share your passion with your students! (you end up having your kids and grandkids in your classes)

Lew never forgets the moment he saw you and took the chance, and he knows it was the best decision he ever made.

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[nancypullen]

Montmartre

How do I describe Montmartre? It sits high above Paris and has been home to the greatest creative minds in history at one time or another. From Renoir to F. Scott Fitzgerald, they all gathered here to celebrate a bohemian lifestyle and feed their creative juices. Artists, writers, dancers, prostitutes, pretty much anyone who wanted to escape came here and they were welcomed. After a long period of wars, famine, and general misery two Parisians in exile, Hubert Rohault de Fleury and Alexandre Legentil, promised to build a new church if God saved France. Apparently he did, and the big, beautiful Sacré-Cœur (Sacred Heart) was built smack dab in the middle of all the heathens.

At first they thought, "there goes the neighborhood", but then they just kept right on doing their thing and Sacré-Cœur did its thing. How's that for an incredibly brief summary? We love it here. There's music, art, wonderful food, beautiful shops, and the vibe doesn't seem to have changed over all those centuries. Street after street you'll find artists plying their trade. Want a quick sketch of your own face? You can stand right in the street and have it done in minutes. I didn't. Why would I want my face?

Mickey was busy snapping away with his camera so I pursued my hobby which is helping the local economy. THis lovely shp sold locally made olive oil soap with every fragrance you can imagine.

Those baskets at the doors hold bags of dried lavender that smelled wonderful. 5 euros for 3 bags! The gentleman running the store said they had a huge summer harvest.

This post is a bit of a mess, somewhat disjointed, but it's late and I just want to get it done - so pardon me if I jump around.

We stopped in at a place we remembered from our last visit, The Museum of Montmartre, a wonderful collection of paintings throughout the history of the village by names I recognize and some I don't.

That building is separated by a garden from a second building, all parts of the museum. The garden is quite famous...

I told Mickey to get on the swing and look, but this was the best he could do.

It's a really peaceful and lovely spot.

From these gardens you can look out at parts of Montmartre that are humming along as they always have. Look at this little vineyard!

Down at the bottom of that vineyard is a coral colored building, called Lapin Agile.

The Cabaret du Lapin Agile was a favorite spot for chansonniers poets (singer/songwriters) and artists to meet. Carco, Apollinaire, Courteline, Max Jacob, Renoir, Utrillo, Modigliani, Braque, and Picasso were mentioned as regulars. In 1875 the painter Andre' Gill painted a sign showing a rabbit jumping out of a pot, "The Rabbit of Gill" ( le Lapin a Gill). It was transformed into the then natural"Agile Rabbit" (le Lapin Agile). Anyyywayyyy, The Cabaret du Lapin Agile is the last operating artistic cabaret.

I'd like that framed for my kitchen.

We continued our pleasant stroll around Montmartre, enjoying the music that drifted down each street. Check out that mural of Toulouse-Lautrec, famous for his paintings and posters of the Moulin Rouge.

I'm going to fast forward this. We'd eaten a light brunch today so we stopped for dinner earlier than usual, around 5:30. We ate at Le Grenier and it was delicious. MIckey was craving beef bourguignon and was happy to see it on the menu.

My salad with roasted goat cheese on toasted baguette slices was out of this world. The vegetables here always taste like they went out back and plucked them from the garden. A light drizzle of balsamic made it perfect.

A bit later , as the sun set, we were glad we'd eaten early because the cafes and restaurants filled up quickly.

Yeah, my night time photography stinks. We sat and listened to this guy for a few minutes because A) he was entertaining ad B) I was tired.

After that, Mickey took a few more photos of spots that he wanted to snap at night and we headed down the hill to catch the metro back to our apartment. We made just one quick stop at our favorite macaron store for a treat. Delicious!

And that, my friends, is a wrap on this day. We had waffled on whether o not we wanted to visit Versailles tomorrow and it looks like we may not have the time. Dare I say next time? Good reason to come back, right? The only tickets still available are for 2pm and later and Versailles is sort of an all day thing. We wouldn't want to rush. So, thankfully there are a million other options here in beautiful Paris, and we can play it by ear. C'est la vie! I'm off to bed to dream sweet dreams. I hope you do the same. Sending out loads of love tonight. Until tomorrow - stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[a-strangers-thoughtss]

Summer loving had me a blast

Summer loving happened so fast

Will had been sitting in the sand, knees up to use as a makeshift table for him to set his sketchbook on. He used to do that a lot back in Lenora. He had never been big on friends, more adept to people watching.

He was similar to Jonathan that way, accept he drew people and Jonathan took pictures.

It was the summer after sophomore year, and two years or so after El had moved across the state to be with their dad for Highschool. She had always had a stronger connection to him, and Will to Joyce.

When Jonathan had left for collage he couldn’t bare to leave her alone, no matter how much it tore him up to be away from his twin.

The day had been so picture perfect, and so many gorgeous people had been roaming around, splashing in the water, sun bathing. It was the best place to find people joyful, emotions out on display for him to capture in pencil.

Something had caught his eye, a black leather jacket.

A boy looking around his age occupied it, walking slowly through the sand in sneakers, jeans, a white shirt and that leather jacket. Why he was wearing any of those things at the beach, Will did not understand. He must be insane, mentally ill.

But it would have been a completely insane lie to say that Will wasn’t drawn to him.

He was handsome, ridiculously so. He was tall and gangly, but not overly so. His face looked straight out of a marble statue, sharp, defined features. Shoulder length black hair messily spilled over his face, going in all different directions.

He was pretty too, and god, life was unfair.

Will glanced up, in the way he had learned after the time someone had caught him and angrily broke his nose, hidden and deliberate. He studied the boys face, slowly etching what he saw onto the page.

Will had just got done with a very rough sketch of his face when he looked up again.

Shit.

The boy was looking at him.

Their eyes met, and Will froze.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

This guy was most definitely not someone he wanted to mess with. Greasers like him usually had a gang of buddies just waiting for the perfect opportunity to pick on someone they deemed “different” and Will was most definitely different. He was queer and every single person who looked at him seemed to clue in pretty fast.

But now he was walking towards Will and he was frozen and unable to move, rooted to his spot on the sand.

“What you doin’?” His voice had the harshness of a greaser, but his eyes were curious.

“Uh, people watching I guess.” Wills suppressed himself a little when his voice didn’t shake. What else was he supposed to say?

“Mind if I join then?” He asked, “Bored as shit.”

All Will could do was nod a little. He hurriedly turned to the next page before the other boy plopped down next to him.

“I’m Mike by the way.”

“Will.”

They sat in silence for a long while, Will finishing up the scetch of Mike and deciding to sketch out the figure of a house on the horizon, highlighted by the setting sun. As he was erasing a line to draw a new one, Mike spoke. It was startling, Will had forgotten he was even there for a bit.

“Hate beaches. Always so sandy and overly hot.” Will snorted at that.

“Well maybe you’d like them more if you took the jacket off for five minutes. You gotta be roasting right now.” That pulled startled laughter out of Mike.

“Just missin’ my boys.”

“Got kids? Though you were close to my age, looks like I misjudged.”

“Nah, still pretty young, not quite balding.”

“Got a bit for that.” They fell into an easy banter, something Will hadn’t known he was missing. The conversation just flowed with Mike in a way that just felt so natural.

“So, what’s a pretty lady like you doin’ out here so late.” Mike asked, light and curious.

“Already told you, people watching.”

“That’s a nice picture you got there.” now Mike was pointing to the sketch of the house, outlined with bold scribbles on the page.

“Thanks, I usually just draw people.”

“Well If that’s not what you ‘usually draw’ I’d like to see what type of shit you can come up with when you’re really drawin’.” Mike said, sincerity laced through his voice. “Any of those I can have a look at?”

Will felt self conscious, but before he could really think about it, he was flipping the page back to his unfinished Mike sketch. His eyes widened and his face grew hot.

“Damn, shit, sorry. Just saw you and I had to draw you, you look so out of place.” Not the words he should have used, but he can’t take it back now.

He looked warily to Mike, whose eyes were wide.

“Damn that’s good.” Was all he said, turning to face Will. “I don’t got any money on me but If I did you bet I’d be giving you a few quarters for that.”

He was dumbfounded, but quickly moved, going to rip the page out.

“Here, have it for free, I don’t mind.” Mike looked down at it, pleased.

“Thanks man.”

There was a long pause, a moment they both just sat there, grinning awkwardly at each other.

It was broken by a loud female voice.

“Mike, it’s time to go!”

Grinning, he saluted Will, “That’s my cue to split. Gonna be here tomorrow morning, wanna hang?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Mike got up, stepping backwards as he called,

“Bye Will.” It sent sparks up his spine.

[willowisapillow]

☂️🍑 Y2K Peach, My Beloved 🍑☂️

jksdjksdwk Istg I need to draw other Mario girls, but I always end up drawing Peach in the end I’m just currently too obsessed with her, plz help me 🥲

Drew this as both a (belated) 18th anniversary to Super Princess Peach (damn, I can’t believe this game is the same age as me 💀), and as a (also belated) birthday gift for one of my buddies from DeviantArt, @therosypinkprincess .

We both really like Peach, so I felt like drawing her a sweet little present. I suggest you check out her art if you have the time, it’s absolutely beautiful and so pretty 💖💕

I wanted to start this before October 20th rolled around, which was the day Super Princess Peach first dropped in Japan (and coincidentally the same day Super Mario Wonder also dropped), but I was starting to get a little burned out after trying to complete a bunch of Spooktober and Blacktober art, so I had to put it on hold. Fast forward to a couple of days ago, I finally had the motivation to continue the art, with a few changes.

I love Super Princess Peach. It’s one of my favorite Nintendo DS games, and I love that Nintendo finally realized that it was time to give Peachy some justice by letting her go on a solo adventure. This time she got to save the day all by herself, and also rescued her mans this time.

Games like this, the Smash Bros. series, Mario + Rabbids, SMB2, and others prove that Peach is more than just a pretty-faced damsel, and is far from a “dumb blonde”, or an, “airhead”. She doesn’t always get kidnapped and is clearly capable of defending and taking care of herself and uses her hyper-feminity to kick ass.

It’s perfectly a-okay if you prefer other Mario ladies over her, but it bugs me so much that she’s so often just categorized as only a damsel because she’s girly, kind, empathetic, and soft-spoken.

Also greatly annoys me how often in stuff like fanart, fanfiction, and animations, she’s always made a punching bag, demonized, or made weaker to make the other ladies look better in comparison. All of that is just no 😃

And regarding Super Princess Peach, I never understood the whole, “sexist” accusations that people were calling the game all because Peach had different emotions in the game. She ain’t the only one who uses her emotions, the rest of the cast has different emotions too, but unlike them, Peach can actually control hers. So, all in all, I just personally find the whole, “sexist” claim kinda goofy ngl

Honestly speaking, I only have one gripe with this game. I wished that they did a little more with my boy Perry’s backstory, because it sadly didn’t go anywhere, and it hints that his kidnapper might be at large. Other than that, the game is still pretty solid, and it definitely holds up. Especially the music, it’s got a couple of bangers.

As you’ve guessed by the title, I wanted to go for a more Y2K feel not just aesthetic-wise, but also fashion-wise. I went on Google, and searched for a bunch of outfits from 2005, the year SPP came out. I went with this outfit I found on Google, and since it had pink in it, I definitely knew that it would be perfect for Peach. There’s also this 2005 Fashion Fever Barbie that also inspired this outfit.

And speaking of which, at the time of sketching the art, I was also watching some Y2K stuff that I grew up with to get me in the mood, and that included some CGI Barbie movies (because Barbie is such a movie icon ✨) such as The Barbie Diaries and Fairytopia. There’s also other stuff I watched like Winx Club, Totally Spies, and the Bratz TV Show.

I wanted to put her hair in pigtails, along with giving her peach fruit earrings because, well… that’s literally what she’s named after. Also included a little easter egg reference to her final smash in the Smash Bros. series if you can figure out where it is 👀

I really loved how this art turned out, though I wanted to give Peach the whole, “down-to-earth, wholesome, sweet girl-next-door” type vibes with her new outfit, with a hint of some girly pop. Kinda similar to characters like Lizzie McGuire, Betty Cooper, and Disney ladies such as Snow White and Giselle. I think I succeeded with it, both her and Perry look kawaii af ❤️

And for those of you who can't read Japanese, the text on the left side just reads, "Peach and Perry-chan!". I just put it into Google Translate, and thought that it would go well with the art.

☂️ 🍑 ☂️

[lady-of-ocs]

Good Evening OC Lovers

I fear she’ll be all I draw soon. Introducing my OC, Céline LaRue: Sk8 the Infinity Edition

Céline is Odette’s younger sister, who she raised from age eight until the current day (in this case, she’s 17). She’s pansexual and very tall, living her best life. Outwardly, she’s very warm and extroverted, though she often pressures herself toward perfection to the point of being unhealthy. She wants to be as little of a problem for her sister as possible since she knows how much Odette sacrificed to take care of her and give her a good life. That being said, she’s pretty good at making friends because of her outward personality.

Some Céline-in-Sk8 Facts:

Prior to Langa’s arrival, she and Reki were best friends. She has other friends besides Reki, but she’s known him since they were kids, so he’s the closest with her

She was picked on as a kid for not having parents. Reki was kind to her, which resulted in their friendship

Odette taught her how to rollerblade when she was six, and she’s kept it up since then and is pretty good at it. She loves going really fast

Kojiro and Kaoru helped Odette raise her. She views them as big brothers and they’ve taken her on a few trips with them throughout their lives

She’s a top student in school. Her favorite subject is math and she excels at it

She has a love for technology and computers, getting that from Kaoru in this AU

She doesn’t necessarily look like it, but she’s pretty well built. Her legs are especially sturdy because of all her skating, and she likes to say they’re built like tree trunks

Odette technically banned her from S when she was 13, but Céline continues to sneak there to watch Odette, Kaoru, and Kojiro (and eventually Reki as well). She doesn’t know, but all three adults are well aware of her breaking the rule, but decide to allow it

The top left drawing was originally sketched on my flight back from Hawaii! The rest were all sketched upon me returning to school for my fall semester.

Close-Ups and Additional Facts Below the Cut:

Additional Facts:

Called a plethora of nicknames/terms of affection by the adults in her life

Odette: Sunshine, stardust, mon petit chou (my little darling in French) Kaoru: Petal, blossom, treasure Kojiro: Kiddo, princess, bijou (jewel in French)

Céline is the first person to introduce herself to Langa and welcome him to Okinawa

Younger Céline used to paint Kaoru’s nails

Kaoru was the one who taught Céline how to do things with her hair since Odette never had long enough hair to do so

She occasionally runs errands for the adults in her life. Works the front desk of Odette’s tattoo and piercing shop (unpaid) and occasionally helps at Kaoru and Kojiro’s businesses (they actually pay her)

Kojiro likes to feed her for free and his staff all think he spoils her. He also got special floors so that she (and technically, anyone else) can skate around the restaurant without damaging them

Not prone to panic attacks but does get them when she’s extremely stressed and overwhelmed

Has picked up various skills and personality traits from the people who raised her. Probably the most like Kojiro

Loves music and singing

It’s her dream to skate at S with her favorite people and prove herself as a worthy skater

Kaoru and Kojiro bought her the gold ring she wears on her left hand on one of their trips

This one was my favorite. Love the nervous little Reki cameo. I figure that Céline fell and scraped up her arm while they were skating and they were nearby, so they went to Odette’s shop to get Cél bandaged up. Now Reki is just standing in the background afraid that Odette will get mad at them for being reckless. I’m also obsessed with Odette’s outfit. That’s my wife.

Looking forward to drawing and sharing more (I might make some Haikyuu posts because I’ve been binging that lately

[rainintheevening]

oohh for the ask game, what are your thoughts on questions 10 & 11 for Narnia?:)

Oooooo, thanks!

10: if you made an amv about this, what song would you set it to?

*calm on the outside but I blurt it so fast you know I'm internally hollering* 'Long Live' by Taylor Swift.

I CANNOT emphasize ENOUGH how PERFECT this song is for the Pevensies. I want to take up video editing for the sole purpose of making this amv. And the Peter one for 'Loyal Brave True', of course. Just LISTEN to it!!!!

I found one that was pretty good, but they cut out the third verse, which is SO PERFECT FOR SUSAN. I'd have clips suggesting her getting married and having kids, and colour bleeding over from the memories into her new life. And I would do a voice over at the end:

Children's voices: Mummy, Mummy, tell us a story! A story!

Woman's British voice: [laughs] Once upon a time there were four children, and their names were Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy.

Child's voice: Susan. That's you, isn't it, Mummy?

Woman's voice: [smiling] Yes. Yes, it is. (Possibly ending there or continuing: Now this is a story, about something that happened during the war... [fade out])

Hmm, I really should sketch this one out, with all the exact clips I'd use. Anyone want to help me do this? 👀

11: if you were put in the main character's position, how well would that go for you on a scale of 1-5?

Wait, who's the main character of Narnia? Aslan? Oh no, I ain't running a world, I would make a horrible deity.

Um, in the position of a Pevensie, I'd say probably a 4 or a 5? I think I'd do alright. Cpmpared to them, at least. I don't think I'd do too much worse. I could learn how to shoot or fight or anything, and I'd love to live in a world with talking animals and the like.

[amorest-viesse]

[To The Mournful Puppets' Rescue] - Chloe SR Card Story Translation

Ft. Shino

Unexpected Inspiration - Chapter 1

[Chloe’s Room]

Chloe: I'll add some blue fabric here and… Hmm… It still feels like there’s something missing…

[knocking]

Chloe: Ah, hello! Just let yourself in!

Shino: Is now a good time?

Chloe: Shino! Of course. What did you need?

Shino: My sleeve ripped while I was training.

Shino: I’d fix it myself, but I thought you’d do a better job. Well? Can you do it?

Chloe: Let me see… Ah, there it is. That’s a pretty big tear alright.

Chloe: Of course I can help, just leave it to me! I can fix this up lickety-split!

♡♥♡

Chloe: There we go! Can you try this on for me, Shino?

Shino: It feels good as new. Thanks, Chloe. I knew I could count on you.

Chloe: Ehehe, it’s no problem at all.

Shino: …So anyways, what’s up with that mannequin? Is that a new outfit?

Chloe: Oh, this? It’s my current project! I wanted to test out an idea I had.

Chloe: However, there’s still something missing and I just can’t place my finger on it…

Shino: I never would’ve guessed. It looks pretty cool to me. You should have more confidence in yourself.

Chloe: Huh? Really? 

Shino: Yeah. It doesn’t seem too restrictive either.

Shino: That’s always good since I need to move fast if Heath’s ever in trouble.

Shino: But... I can also see someone wearing this to one of your Western tea parties or some other fancy occasion.

Shino: I think even a retainer like me could wear this to a high-class event without feeling out of place.

Chloe: Ehehe, I’m really happy to hear that. Now I’m even more motivated to work on it.

Chloe: It just needs a little more refinement to pull things together… Hmm…

Chloe: I still can’t figure it out, but maybe moving the mannequin around will help…

Chloe: <<Suispicibo Voitin—>>

Shino: Hold on. You don’t have to use magic for this.

Shino: Let me try it on.

Chloe: Huh!?

Unexpected Inspiration - Chapter 2

Chloe: You’ll do that for me!? Really!?

Shino: It’ll be more natural with a real model, right?

Chloe: You’re a lifesaver! Thank you! Now then…

Chloe: <<Suispicibo Voitingoc>>!

Shino: How is it?

Chloe: Whoa, you look amazing!

Shino: Hehe. It’s like it was made for me

Chloe: The measurements are literally perfect! Oh, that gives me an idea! why don’t you take the outfit once I'm done with it?

Shino: Sounds great. In that case, you better make the most of this, so it’ll look even cooler on me.

Shino: Want me to try moving around like I’m fighting?

Shino: For example, I could do this… And this… And...

Chloe: Whoa, whoa, wait, go back! That pose just now gave me an idea! Could you do it again?

Shino: Huh? Which one?

Chloe: Um, the one two moves back… I think?

Shino: This?

Chloe: Oh uh, not that one… Hmm… Your leg looked like this and your hand looked super cool here… There! That’s it!

[Sketching Noises]

Chloe: Hey Shino, do you think I could put you in a temporary death state for a sec?

Shino: You want to do... what?

Chloe: It’s my specialty, so you don’t have to worry about a thing. It won’t hurt you even a bit!

Chloe: I just need to capture some of the finer details of your pose, but it’ll be quick! Please!

Shino: …

Shino: …You really are Western wizard through and through.

Chloe: Eh?

Tea Party Scenario - Card Episode

[Chloe’s Room]

Chloe: Oh, Master Sage! What are you doing here?

Akira: I wanted to ask you something about the mission… Wow, did you make this? It’s amazing.

Chloe: Ehehe, thank you. This is for Heath.

Chloe: Shino liked the outfit I made for him so much that he asked me to make a matching one for Heath too.

Chloe: Ah, and the rest of these are for the next Western wizard tea party. Would you like to come?

Akira: Can I? I would love to go!

Chloe: Yippee! In that case, I’ll make you one too!

Chloe: Hmm… For your outfit theme, I’m thinking “a dear friend of the household”.

Akira: Huh? What household?

Chloe: Oh, right! You’re not filled in.

Chloe: Since Shino is going out of his way to dress up for the tea party, he wanted the set to have a unifying theme…

Chloe: If there’s a role you want to play, please tell me.

Akira: W- what are the others doing?

Chloe: Let me think… Heath is the young master of the house, and Shino is his trusty soldier and servant.

Chloe: I’m supposed to be Heath’s designated tailor, and Rustica is a wandering bard.

Chloe: Murr is the manor cat, and Shylock…

Akira: (This is a real colorful cast! I wonder how this tea party will turn out…)

Home Screen Voice Line

“I wonder if there will come a day where I’ll have to hurt someone else to protect the people I love… I hope that day never comes. I wouldn’t want to wish harm on anyone. If only we could always talk things out over tea and sweets, that would be the best.”