#this time without my drawings.. for.. causes.

[alllgator-blood]

the

SEQUEL IMAGE TO YOUR MASTERPIECE. I hope this little mfer looks familiar but if I butchered his colors I'm so sorry, I couldn't find a colored pic on him on your blog. YOUR PIC IS SO GOOD THOUGH I ALWAYS LOVE SEEING YOUR ART, I randomly say words out loud when I'm alone and I kept saying "THE CREATURE" and thinking about your little shamura. They look like they're simultaneously pondering incomprehensible horrors and not thinking about a single thing at all, and imo that's the best shamuremotion to capture <3

THANK YOU FOR THIS, I remember you sending in art around when I started this blog so I'm always hyped when I see you still interact with my stuff and especially elated to see your art again!! Also I guess I'm back now from my break cause I was dreading a spinal procedure I was supposed to have today, and it did not end up happening so. WHOOPS? I don't feel like living under my rock anymore cause there's art to be drawn. There's five points to a pentagram that need to be screamed about

version without text below the cut:

I wanted to draw other people's renditions of the bishops in the past because I tend to draw mine the exact same way every time. I instinctively drew your guy's crown pulled down to his eyes and gave him lopsided freckles before remembering OH YEAH.....so it was fun getting out of my usual box but still getting to draw That One Guy From the Game I Like at the same time!

[revelboo]

Your writing is amazing and I love you. Keep up the good work and I hope you have a wonderful rest of the year!

Thank you!

Everything Is Alright Pt 56

IDW Starscream x Reader

• Everything’s out of balance now and so much worse than when he’d just wanted something physical with you. Aware of you drowsing against him as he lays back, his thoughts circling back to wondering about impossible things as his servos slide down your spine. After he’d told you everything he’d needed to, you’d lifted your head, eyes searching his face and then you’d made your way up to lean across his chin and press your mouth to the corner of his. Like even if the words had meant nothing to you, maybe you’d understood him anyway. And for a moment he’d thought you might say something, anything, but you’d retreated back to lay against his chassis instead.

• You keep thinking about the look on his face when he’d said whatever he’d needed to say in Cybertronian. He’d looked so vulnerable right then, like he was pouring his soul out to you, too afraid to do it in a language you could understand. Maybe afraid you’d reject him. And you understand completely, because you’re too afraid to tell him how you feel. Both of you unwilling to take a risk and lose everything. Disgusted with yourself, you trace little spirals on him, wishing he could mass shift and at least distract you with the feel of his body against you, mouth and hands on you. One of his servos slides against your jaw and you peer up at him to find him watching you.

• “That human,” he says slowly, stroking over your hair. “In the pictures in your home. Your mate?” He doesn’t want to ask, doesn’t want to know, but needs to. Nose wrinkling at him, you shake your head and it’s a relief, but also drives home how little he knows about you. About humans. “You don’t bond for life?

• “That was my ex. Turns out he was cheating,” you mutter, sitting up on him and catching his servo to hold against you when he tries to touch your neck. Curling forward around that digit, you toy with the seams that make up his joints so you don’t have to look him in the face. Cause thinking about your ex? As awful as he was, you’d convinced yourself that it was love. Wanted so bad to be in love with someone and he was so sweet at first. But you’d been wrong. He’d wanted you in his bed and help with his bills, that’s all you’d meant to him. “Some humans stay together for life. Some don’t.”

• It’s silly to think, but he can’t help it. Can’t help wondering if you’d be happier with a human. Someone who can hold you any time in their arms without having to mass shift. Who couldn’t accidentally hurt you so easily if he’s not careful. “I don’t miss him,” you murmur, drawing his attention back to you as you stare up at him. Your expression so intent like you’re trying to tell him something important as you hug his servo to your chest. “I like it here. With you. I like… you.”

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[galactaknightyaoi]

☀️ IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!! 🌙

This is my gift to myself :) I drew my favorite guys ever.

For a while I've been itching to draw the wedding outfits from this post again. I made them up on the fly as I was drawing, but I actually really like how they ended up turning out. They're super cute!! (though, yet again, you can't see almost any part of Dedede's outfit... 💔)

But then I couldn't get it out of my head to make a companion piece for it, with their mirror versions. And so. I did. What they have going on is a little bit messy, though...

Marriage or divorce!! Take your pick.

[bloominheresy]

After being inspired by Kj's Band AU months back, I have decided to also throw my hat into the rink! (👉ﾟヮﾟ)👉

I only have Narinder and Leshy's streetwear designed so far, but anyways!! Lore drop time YYYYEAAAAH

An Eternal Vessel for a Voice AU ( Bishops ):

Legally recognized foster family, all used to live in one house until a few years prior to the current timeline

Shamura the eldest sibling, estimated 35 yrs old, is the founder of their own rapidly growing tech company. They used to be a super popular anonymous producer online but retired to pursue the challenge of technological innovations + support their siblings as the main breadwinner of the family

Kallamar (30-ish) used to work at a private clinic as a doctor and also supported the household, but has since parted from the household to watch over Heket

Heket at her early twenties is currently touring the lands and is a well-renowned vocalist known for her deep and powerful growls and control (think Ado!); doesn't want to return home just yet in order to heal from the rift caused by a certain event

Leshy (18) is still a high schooler on his last year; one of those 'stupidly smart without studying' type of kids who has too much free time on his hands and uses it to indulge himself in art and anime weeb stuff HAHAHA he got gifted a drawing tablet by Kallamar for his birthday and has been obsessed in exploring the art medium

Narinder (24) finished college a few years back, but a certain event made him a social shut-in for a while, taking care of the house now instead and being the only sibling Leshy loves to constantly annoy since Shamura often comes home late and barely has time to stay for the weekends. He has a great passion for music producing thanks to Shamura's influence growing up and has been using his spare time at home to hone his craft and post his work online

They all have social media accs Twitter Narinder and Leshy's mascots / pfps uses their crowns; Leshy is actually the artist for many of Narinder's album covers and music videos and is often seen bantering online on the TL even if they're literally in the same house most of the time 💀

This one is just self-indulgent and projecting but Narinder loathes the idea of socializing in order to collab with other online musicians so he forced himself to learn how to play the piano so that he could just use VSTs (virtual instruments) instead to cover all other parts his songs would need BWAHAHAHA ( I wish I knew how to play piano for the same reason :') )

Adding onto here some more Nari and Leshy-specific hcs:

Magic doesn't exist in this Modern AU, so Narinder's eyes are an olive green, and his third eye has been replaced with an oddly symmetrical scar he got from an accident years back

Leshy's social media handle (@chervx888_) is based on the romanized spelling of worm in Russian, while all the 8's are meant to represent a lot of eyes

Leshy has once bursted into Narinder's room, phone in hand, to proclaim with his volume turned up to eleven: "BRO, BABY GRONK JUST CALLED OUT THE RIZZLER TO FIGHT HIM IN THE BOXING RING"

Leshy is really REALLY nearsighted but refuses to wear the prescription glasses he was given since it looks "uncool" to his classmate friend group consisting of the Darkwood mini bosses

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Be warned that I need to add another set of woody horns on Leshy to match his sprite... but. BUT- what if... the third set starts growing out or something later down the line.... (no clie, just add the third set instead doubling down)

Anyways, this AU is meant to reference popular JP entertainment media online! NicoDouga, Vtubers, Vocaloid, Utaites, JPop, and much more!

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

I Need a Doctor pt.2

Pt. 2!!

I had to cut this short because I have midterms... and I've never written smut before so this is a trial run to see if i should advance my skills and continue with it or just stick with fluff!

word count: 1,698

warnings: cursing, smut, 18+ MNDI!!!! fingering, lots if hot kissing, suggestive language, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!)

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Fuck it. You don't even bother responding; your body takes over. Your lips crash onto his, taking him by surprise, yet he takes no time reciprocating the kiss. There was a sort of desperation with the way his lips captured yours, begging to be released. His hands find their way to your hips, roughly gripping almost as though to confirm that it is indeed you. His brown locs softly tugged by your hands, drawing him in closer. "Fuck." He mumbles against your lips, causing you to give his hair another tug. He groans softly, his grip on your hips tightening, causing you to slightly gasp against his lips.

Reality finally hits you. Shit. You're in public, more specifically a hallway in a hospital, not exactly the best place to act out your fantasy. You quickly pull yourself away, heart pounding against your chest as you catch your breath. "Charlie..." Your voice drifts off as you press your hands against his chest. "We can't do this... at least not here." A playful smirk tugs at the corner of his lips; his grip on your hips slips away, hands finding yours. He quickly drags you off, not a single thought running through your mind. It almost feels surreal, following behind him, his beautifully tame hair a mess. He looks back at you, a grin on his lips. Everything feels and looks as if it's in slow motion. This can't be real, can it? You're peeled from your thoughts as he pulls you into an empty room, shutting the door behind you. Before you even get the chance to glance at your surroundings, his lips capture yours in a hungry kiss, erasing any thoughts you may have had. Your hand slips between his belt buckle, pulling him against you, eliciting a gasp from the both of you. He pulls away, looking you up and down. "I hope you don't have anything planned after this because I'm going to ruin you." You press your thighs together, the thought alone turning you on.

With that, he slides his black tie off, tossing it to the floor. Your hands immediately get to work on his shirt, hurriedly unbuttoning it. In one swift motion, your shirt is slid over your head, discarded without a second thought. His piercing brown eyes scan over your hungrily, taking in your thick figure. "Not a lot of men can handle me, so I hope you know what you're getting yourself into." You blurt the words out, a hint of doubt in your voice. "Why don't you let my actions speak for themselves?" With that, his hands are back on you, backing you up until the back of your thighs hit the bed. A quiet giggle escapes your lips as you fall back, hitting the soft bed behind you. You adjust yourself, your head falling against the rough hospital pillows. Charlie's hands firmly grip your ankles, slightly pulling you towards him, a squeal leaving your lips. His eyes flicker between yours and your bottoms, and without a second thought, your hands fly down to the buttons on your pants, hurriedly undoing them, popping one off in the process. He finishes pulling them off of you, discarding them across the room.

His lips frantically meet yours once more, as though he had been deprived of this. You stretch your hands over to his belt buckle, giving it a tug. His hands fly down, belt off in one movement. “That desperate huh?” You playfully run your fingertips over the fabric of his pants, feeling the outline of him. His breath hitches in his throat as you touch him. "You don't know what you're doing to me, Y/N." You position yourself upwards, arms flying around his neck, pulling him down to your level, placing one last kiss on his lips before trailing down his jaw, his head leans back, a groan escaping his lips as you trail wet kisses down his neck, gently nipping at his skin. As you work on his neck, his hand finds its way to the waistband of your panties, slowly slipping in two fingers. His fingers tease your entrance, causing you to let out a desperate whine, craving more. "Please Charlie." You beg, back slightly arching, urging him to continue. His fingers slowly dip into your entrance, a moan escaping your parted lips. His fingers move slowly, pulling them out almost fully before dipping back in. You toss your head back, fingers clawing into his shoulders as you moan desperately. "Need more." You plead as his agonizingly slow pace makes your head spin. His pace quickens at your desperate pleas, your eyes fluttering shut as your walls clenched against him, your breath hitching until suddenly, he pulls his fingers out, causing you to cry out at the suddenly empty feeling.

"Can't let you finish that quickly. This is only just the beginning." A taunting smirk tugs at his lips as he tugs at the zipper on his pants, pulling them off quickly before diving back down to your lips as if it were the only thing he needed. His breathing strained as he pushes you back down against the bed, hands interlocking with yours as he pins your arms above your head. His body shuddered against you as your hands explored his body, tracing your nails up and down his back. "Been wanting to do this the moment I saw you." He mumbles against your skin as he works down your neck, nipping and sucking at your hot skin. Your hips buck up softly, eliciting a moan from the both of you at the contact.

"I've been needing a doctor lately; I didn't think this is what my body meant." You breathlessly whisper the words, not even sure if he heard. "I think this is exactly what your body meant." He trails off as your hand slips between the waistband of his boxers. "I think this is what you need, Dr. Mayhew. " He groaned softly, his hips gently buckling at the sudden touch. Your slip his boxers down, his length springing free. "You're in no position to tease; just remember that. His eyes darkened as he stopped all his movements. "Such a desperate fucking slut. I just can't wait to ruin you." He pushes himself off of the bed; you scoot closer to the edge, desperate to feel him inside you. Your arousal grows as his hand grips his length, teasingly rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds. "More." You beg, the throbbing between your legs unbearable. Without hesitation, he snaps his hips into yours roughly, giving you no time to adjust. His head tosses back, eyes rolling as he groans. "Fuck, you feel so freaking good." Your mouth flew open, releasing one of the most sinfully beautiful sounds he had ever heard, which gave him the green light to keep going. With every thrust, the intensity built, the longing for you the moment he saw you, getting closer to you each day. The best reward for all the pent-up desire. His rhythm picked up, each thrust deliberate and purposeful. The pleasure completely consuming you, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you, causing him to go in deeper. He shamelessly let out a string of moans, feeling your walls clench against him, bringing him closer to his release. "Fuck, just like that." You cry out in pleasure; your walls clench around his cock, causing his thrusts to become sloppier. The pressure in your stomach is screaming to be released. "I'm going to cum." You whine out, grip slipping from his hands. He takes this as his cue to wrap his hand around your throat, lifting your head to look at him. "I want you to look at me when you come. I want you to see who makes you feel this good." You look into his eyes, gasping as you feel his dick twitching inside you, causing you to come undone. You cry out his name as you look into his eyes, his cum coming in spurts as he fills you up. The final waves of pleasure wash over you as his head falls down, savoring the feeling of being inside you. 

He slowly pulls out, leaving you feeling full and empty at the same time. Your chests falling and rising quickly against each other, the room still spinning as you come down from the high. After what feels like hours, he falls next to you on the hospital bed, chuckling to himself as he stares at the ceiling. "That was most definitely worth the wait." He whispers softly as he closes his eyes. You take off your glasses, wiping the sweat from your forehead. "I guess I really did need a doctor." You wink playfully as you both sit up, head going to rest against his shoulder. You knew you needed this kind of distraction from everything; the state of your sister had been taking a toll on you. Charlies places a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering for a few seconds before he gets up. You follow behind, searching for the clothing you both hastily discarded. Once fully clothed, he holds the door open for you; the moment shared between you two forever imbedded into your minds, but the gentle clearing of a throat catches your attention. You turn around, facing a flustered Dr. Mayhew, his hair a mess, and his face flushed red with swollen lips. A complete mess. "So, Y/N... let me take you to a proper lunch, yeah?" You stop in your tracks, debating for a moment, the nervousness on his face clear as he waited for you to answer. "After that, how could I say no to lunch?" He laughs in relief, his arm snaking around your curvy waist. "Had me worried for a second-" Before he could finish, the intercom interrupts him "Paging Dr. Mayhew." You both look at each other, his hand falling away and he's off. “12:30 tomorrow, be ready!” He calls out as he rushes down the hallway, leaving you back to your thoughts, heat rising back to your face as you leave a flustered mess.

[jsprnt]

as the saying goes: with every high, comes a low

kenan yıldız x reader

A/N: writing this brought back both good memories and ptsd from the euros 🥲🥲 based on this request, thank you for requesting 🤍🤍 also this is so sappyyy, guess who’s in her feels? 😛

W/C: 1.090

ninety minutes of straight-up torture.

a small fifteen-minute break to calm your pounding heart down, before it starts heavily thumping against your rib cage again.

you wouldn’t be surprised if you dropped onto the floor due to the amount of times your heart rate had skyrocketed.

anxiety and anticipation.

the only words that could describe your mental state in the moment.

losing a match was painful, but even more painful after turkey had been doing so well in the tournament.

as the partner of a football player, you carried your own sadness, and your boyfriend’s sadness.

you bite your lip when the referee ends the match. enough to draw a small amount of blood. the metallic taste fills your mouth, and makes you feel even more horrible.

the chants of the turkey supporters had been non-stop since the start of the game. at first full of joy, then encouragement, then slowly trailing off to tears and disappointment.

even so, everyone had an incredible sense of pride in their hearts for their country. no matter the loss.

when you're given the go-ahead, all family members and friends of the turkey players make their way out of their seats.

you hurry as you go down, your heart aching as you imagine all of the disappointment and anger brewing in your lover’s heart.

when you finally reach him, kenan immediately pulls you into a private room. without a word, his arms wrap around your back, and he buries his handsome face in the crook of your neck.

feeling his breath hit your skin, you sigh shakily. not caring about his sweaty hair and body, you reach up to run your hand down his back.

"are you okay?"

of course, he wasn't, but you could barely register how fast the team had lost control of the match. let alone form a coherent, comforting thought.

you rake your unoccupied hand through his hair, your heart beating in your ears as you try to find the words to comfort your boyfriend.

though, his lack of response told you enough.

after a long stretch of silence, you start spilling your thoughts. licking your dry lips before speaking.

"I'm so fucking proud of you, kenan.."

the words leave your mouth with deep emotion. followed by a tremble of your lip as you try to keep your tears at bay.

"whatever people say, whatever anyone says doesn't matter. you worked so fucking hard, you put your entire soul and body into it. that's what matters. you tried, and I know you did your best.."

you pause as a shaky sigh leaves kenan's mouth. his athletic body pressing into yours, the smell of sweat, notes of his musky cologne, and your perfume creating a familiar atmosphere.

your heart breaks when you hear a small sniffle. your eyes closing as you hold back your own tears.

"you can cry. it's okay, cry it out. I know it hurts, baby.." you whisper, finally feeling hot tears hit your own cheeks, as his transfer down your neck.

"I worked so hard. so many nights and days- and this is the performance I put on when my team, and my entire country is leaning on me!.."

"shh, don't blame yourself, honey. I know it will sound cliché, but you did your absolute best. you can’t do more than your best, baby..”

you pause to pat his back, tears messing up your makeup, and making your nose run.

"it was going so well, you guys created so many chances. it was just an unlucky second half.."

"to have something in the palm of my hand, and then to just lose it within twenty minutes- hurts so fucking bad.." his shoulders shake with the painful sobs. the emotion expressed by your boyfriend causing a soft whimper to leave your own mouth.

"never ever think that the entire thing was on you. It was destined to be like this. as humans, we will learn and grow, even if we don’t see immediate results.."

kenan moves his head to look at you, your heart practically cracking at the sadness on his face.

the hopeless look in his beautiful brown eyes, the irritation of his soft skin- and the fastened pace of his pulse.

"why are you crying?" he asks, and you can swear he starts crying harder after seeing the tears on your face.

"because, you're hurting. don't ever want you to feel bad or upset.." your voice cracks, and you tighten your grip on the fabric of his training jacket.

"fuck. don't you ever cry over me, baby.." kenan rasps, cupping your cheek with his roughened palm. both your eyes visibly red and irritated from the salty tears.

"how can I not?" you question, before pulling his head into your neck again. cradling the back of his head, as you hug each other as tightly as humanly possible.

"i love you so much. your joy is mine. so how can your hurt not be mine?" you ask, raking your fingers through his hair.

"i love you too. so bad it kills me to see you cry over me.." he chokes out, his fingers curling around your body, holding you incredibly close against his warm skin.

you hold each other for a couple of minutes, the only sound in the room being the cold air conditioning, and the sound of your combined sobs.

you can hear kenan take a deep, stuttering breath, before he speaks.

"we’re such crybabies.."

his voice is raw, but thick with fondness and warmth..

your lover always knew how to lighten up the mood, while others could never do so in similar situations.

you chuckle a little through tears, pulling back to look at him. you raise your hand to wipe the tears on kenan's cheeks, his bloodshot eyes on yours.

pushing back his hair, you expose his forehead, wiping away the rest of the moisture with your sleeve.

"your eyes are all red.." you comment, knowing you probably looked the exact same.

"what do you need when we get back to the hotel? a bath? a cuddle? good food?" you inquire, wanting to provide him the best comfort you could offer.

you watch him take a breath before he speaks, and he whips out a tissue from his pocket, before dabbing at the tears on your face.

he was so gentle and thoughtful, like always.

"I just need you. I just need my sweet baby next to me, and everything will be alright.."

[levis-poison-is-my-medicine]

Cat-Levi

(The Tea Lovers Pt. 6)

A Levi x reader fanfic

Crossposted from AO3

A/n: New chapter alert!

tags: fluff and humor, silly and sweet, tea-obsessed fem!reader with their head in the clouds (word count: 2.2k)

(Part one) / (Levi x reader Masterlist)

The office door fell shut with a clang. Levi tossed the envelope onto the desk, then turned around to face you. You expected him to scold you, but he said nothing. He just stood there and stared at you, one foot tapping the floor in an irritated manner, like he was waiting for something. The silence was hard for you to bear.

"So I take it the drawings are not to your liking, then?" you asked tentatively.

"Now what gave you that impression?" he deadpanned.

"Maybe the way you immediately ordered me into your office after seeing them? Though I guess it could also be to express admiration for my outstanding artistry in private…"

"Certainly not," he huffed. He was scowling again.

"Didn't think so," you murmured. So much for lightening the mood. He really was angry, after all. Maybe you should work on defending yourself.

"You asked to see them, I gave them to you. I did exactly as you told me. So what's the problem, exactly? I can't read your mind."

"Tch," he made. "Guess I need to spell it out for you."

"That would be nice," you said. Though you could already imagine what it was.

"The problem is…this." He pulled out the topmost drawing from the envelope and pushed it in your direction without looking at it. "Why am I like that?"

You gave it a quick glance. He was leaning against the wall, one hand up in his hair, making his bared chest muscles stretch. You had put a lot of attention to detail in there, so you were quite proud of it.

"Shirtless, you mean?"

He nodded, his jaw tense.

"It's a very popular theme with the ladies. I already told you these were all commissions. They want to see what you look like underneath your uniform."

He scoffed. "That's none of their business. Besides, how would you know? You've never even seen me shirtless."

"You are right, I haven't, so there might be some inaccuracies. I'm usually really meticulous, so this has been bothering me for a while, if you must know. I think I got the muscles about right, in fact I really put my heart into those abs...but you probably have some scars that I don't know about, right? Why don't you show me?"

You looked at him expectantly, your curiosity getting the better of you.

"What?!" he asked, dumbfounded. He even forgot to scowl for a moment. "Please? Just a quick peek?"

"No."

"I just want to know if I got it right," you pouted. "At least tell me."

"No."

"Then don't complain if the drawings aren't perfect next time."

His eyes narrowed. "There won't be a next time."

"Right," you mumbled. "I know."

"You apparently don't."

"These really were just drawings I had left from before. What was I supposed to do with them? Burn them?"

"Yes," Levi said.

"Do they really make you that uncomfortable?" you asked.

"They do."

"Okay," you said. "I'll burn them. They make you uncomfortable, so I'll burn them all. Satisfied?"

Levi didn't say anything. He just glared at you, arms crossed over his chest. You could tell he was still mad.

"I am sorry," you said softly.

He nodded. "When you're done burning those drawings, clean the stables. Be thorough. I'll check."

"What? That's gonna take so long!"

"This is nonnegotiable."

"But–"

"You're not happy with your punishment?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

You nodded furiously. "I don't think it's fair." "Fine. After the stables, you will now also do the women's barracks. Not just your room, but all of them."

Your eyes grew big. "You can't even check those," you muttered defiantly.

"I'll ask someone to do it for me. You're lucky, they probably won't have the same standards."

"This is impossible to do in a day," you pouted. "Not that I'm not happy with the punishment. 'Cause I am," you added quickly. You didn't want him to come up with more.

"You have all week," Levi said. He almost sounded amused. His face was back to his usual cool expression.

"Deal." You took the envelope with the drawings from the table, then hesitated, biting your lip. "Levi?"

"Yeah?"

"We'll still have teatime later, right?"

"Of course. Don't be an idiot."

You breathed a sigh of relief.

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"Of course he would need to have black, shiny fur", you giggled to yourself as you sat hunched over a piece of paper in a quiet corner of Hange's lab, adding some sparkles to show just how clean it was.

Instead of watching over a very slow, probably very important experiment, like you were supposed to, you were completely absorbed in perfecting your current drawing, which depicted a somewhat irritated-looking cat. Naturally, it wasn't just any cat. You were trying to capture the very essence of Levi Ackerman, distilling it into the shape of the animal on the paper in front of you.

This was your latest plan to get around his order which banned you from making or selling drawings of him. You had to be extra careful after he had chewed you out last time. You'd never seen him so mad. Well, it certainly hadn't helped when you asked him to take off his shirt. He had you scrubbing floors for all of last week. You were finally done with it, and you certainly had no desire to repeat that anytime soon. But you still found it impossible not to wonder whether your portrayal of him had been accurate. (Maybe he'd show you when he wasn't so mad.)

"Don't look at me like that", you mumbled to Cat-Levi, suddenly feeling a little guilty under his reproachful gaze.

"Don't you know I'm doing this all for you?"

If you wanted to be able to afford Levi's birthday present, you had no choice but to resort to methods like these. Surely he would understand. Better yet, he would never find out in the first place.

You nodded at the picture, satisfied. It was still in its draft stage, but it was getting there. In fact, it was kind of cute, and the longer you looked at it, the cuter it became.

"You're so precious," you gushed. "I wish you were real." Your face broke into a massive grin as you imagined what Cat-Levi would actually be like.

Chortling, you started to scribble a list of traits underneath it.

Smol

You don't choose him. He chooses you.

Perpetually grumpy (secretly a big softie but likes to keep the people around him on their toes)

Hits you with his cute little paws when you disturb him while he's sleeping

Hits you when you try to pet him without his permission

If he wants pets, he approaches you first. Then you have to give him attention. If you don't - you guessed it - he'll pout and hit you (with a cute little paw of course)

Is not afraid to draw blood (but with his special chosen person, he hits them paw only without any claws)

Others when they disturb them? They get it bad.

Did I already mention his cute little paws?

Cleanly as fuck. Don't disturb him while he's grooming himself. He will be your enemy.

Has trouble sleeping but when his chosen person is there with him he can relax

Hates being picked up. It makes him feel smol. Never make him feel smol.

Looves head scritches

Loves gourmet cat food. He's a luxury babe. (But if it comes from his favorite person, he will accept anything they feed him.)

You were so immersed in your writing that you didn't even notice Levi leaning in the doorway.

He watched you as you sat in front of the bubbling flasks, bent over your notes, your face hidden behind a curtain of your hair. Your pen was scratching furiously over the paper, exuding an air of productivity and concentration. He was almost impressed.

Then you giggled.

All of his illusions were shattered in an instant. Clearly, you were doing anything but working.

He approached you with a scowl on his face, already suspecting the worst.

"Are you drawing me again?"

You looked up, startled at the sudden presence, but your wide grin remained in place.

"Nooo! It's just a cat. Not everything's about you, you know."

You ostentatiously pushed the drawing over to him, trying to show him that you had nothing to hide. "See?"

Levi peered down at the cat which sat there with a wrinkled nose, its irritated gaze mirroring his own.

"Tch."

Your smile grew even wider. "Buut, now that you're here…lend me a hand, will you? I need help coming up with a name for this cat! What would you name him?"

You held out the drawing to him. He didn't take it. "Shouldn't you be working?" He motioned to the experiment set up in front of you.

"Ah, that," you said, like you had only just remembered it. "Nothing's been happening for the past three hours. I think it's a bust." You extended your hand even further, waggling the sheet of paper right under his nose.

"Come on, it will only take a second. Then I will get back to watching this thing like a hawk, I promise!"

Levi begrudgingly accepted the drawing and read the notes with raised eyebrows. "Who would even like this cat?"

You gasped, clutching at your chest in horror. "Excuse me? I do! Everyone does. He's precious, okay? You wouldn't know true cuteness even if it hit you in the face."

"I think I would," he said, giving you a glance.

"Obviously not. He's like, the definition of cute." You were pouting. "So, did you come up with a name?"

"Hellspawn," he said dryly.

"Noo, that's so mean! That's not even a real name."

"Fine." Levi sighed. He was quiet for a while, thinking. You looked at him expectantly.

"Herbert," he said finally, his tone serious.

You burst out laughing.

"What?" He frowned. "You wanted a real name. I gave you one."

"No, no, it's great, really. You're absolutely right," you tried to appease him.

"Herbert it is then."

Of course, this was just his undercover name. He would always be a Levi to you.

You took the paper from him and added a bowl, lovingly writing 'Herbert' on it in cursive letters.

When you were done, Levi was still standing there with his arms crossed.

You shot him a questioning look. "So, why did you come here? Did you want something?"

"Just wondering why you were late."

"Late?" You took out your pocket watch. It was just after 4 o'clock. "Oh, it's teatime already? I can't believe I almost missed it! I totally lost track of time." You jumped up from your seat. "Let's go!"

"What happened to watching your experiment with hawk eyes?"

You winced, visibly deflated as the excitement drained from your body. "You're right", you mumbled. "I did say that…" Why had you promised that, again?

You slumped back into the chair, eyes fixed on the flasks. They were still bubbling happily, almost as if they were mocking you.

Hange had told you to watch the experiment until they got back. It had seemed easy enough, while also giving you the perfect excuse to get out of today's training. You just never would've imagined they'd take this long.

"Go on without me…" you said in a dramatic, choked up voice.

Levi snorted. He pulled up a chair. "Don't be stupid. You'll get withdrawal symptoms." He knew how you got when you didn't have your afternoon tea. It wasn't pretty.

"These your notes?" He pointed at the lab journal.

You stared at him. It certainly looked like he was offering to watch the experiment for you. But that couldn't be right. You had to be dreaming again. Or hallucinating. It had been a while since you'd had your last tea. Maybe these were some new withdrawal symptoms? Still, you had to make sure.

"Don't tell me… You would give up on teatime for me?"

"Go before I change my mind."

"Wow. For real? Thank you!" You beamed at him. "I'm honestly so touched. You're the best, you know that? The best!"

You bent forward to give him a little kiss on the cheek. His eyes widened.

"I really don't know what I'd do without you," you went on, still smiling cheerfully, before getting up from your chair.

Levi cleared his throat. He wasn't looking at you. "I have work to do. So don't take too long."

"Of course not," you reassured him. "I'll be right back. You won't even notice I was gone."

He rolled his eyes. That was a blatant lie. You always took your time with tea, savoring every last drop.

You were already at the door when you suddenly turned back around.

"I just want you to know…"

"What?" Levi asked.

"I'll never forget your glorious sacrifice," you declared solemnly.

Before he could answer, you were already out the door.

Levi looked after you, absently bringing a hand up to his cheek.

"Tch. Always so dramatic," he grumbled to himself, but his gaze was soft.

Tag list: @thechaoticarchivist, @mmm-alhaitham, @nironasaran, @leviiheichou, @huffleruffplant, @shutupp1, @iifrui, @shakysif, @ickearmn

[19agbrown]

Masterlist

It's been... yeesh. I don't even know how long it's been since the last time I made one of these. At least a year, for sure. But I've got a lot more fics since the last time I made one, I know that much.

So, here goes.

This one is only going to be for my 9-1-1 fics, as there are 70 fics posted on Ao3, so if I did all of them on one Masterlist, it would get pretty lengthy. ...I say, as if this things didn't take me 4 hours to make. 38 9-1-1 fics. 😅

Season 7

You're Not Safe With Me, Rated T. Complete. Post Basketball game in 7x04, Buck spiraled over the fact that he hurt Eddie. It's Not Buddie, but it was heading that direction.

Would You Dig For Me? , Rated T. Complete. Tommy watched a video of a news report from the well collapse, and had some realizations. It's a BT break-up, and, honestly, I like it better than the canon one. Buddie.

Dispatch Era

Never Ending Nightmare, Rated T. Complete. Basically, Buck struggles with nightmares because of all of his trauma, and a lot of those nightmares feature the death of Eddie and/or Christopher. When Eddie was at the 118, it was easy for Buck to ground himself and see that the nightmare was just that. With Eddie at dispatch, not so much.

Don't Leave Me, Rated T. Complete. Buck spirals because of Eddie going to dispatch and leaving the 118, and drunkenly confronts Eddie about it. Buddie.

Tsunami

I Walked Through Water To Fall At Your Feet, Rated T. Complete. During the tsunami, Buck and Christopher didn't get separated.

Slipping In The Shower, Rated T. Complete. After working a call at the beach, Buck goes home and has a really bad tsunami flashback that gets coupled with a concussion.

Wave on Wave, Rated T. Complete. While Christopher is in Texas, the 118 takes a call to the beach. Buck has a tsunami flashback while on the call, and the only way they can snap him out of it is to call Christopher.

Lawsuit/Post Lawsuit

Buck's Bad Night, Rated T. Complete. Buck has a 12 hour shift while everyone else has a 24. Not wanting to go home to his empty loft and miserable over the state of his relationship with the rest of the 118, Buck goes to a bar, where someone tampers with his drink, and he has to call 9-1-1. The 118 respond.

Man Down, Rated T. Complete. It's the first call that Bobby has let Buck out on since the lawsuit, and he gets hurt. Not wanting to get stuck being man behind again, Buck tries to hide the injury. Buddie.

No Matter Where I Go, I'm Never Home, Rated T. Complete. Buck's landlord evicts Buck without warning, so he plans to sleep in his Jeep. And then his Jeep gets stolen, so he gets stuck sleeping on the street. It doesn't end well.

When Chores Attack, Rated T. Complete. Buck is stuck as man behind, and has to clean the ladder truck when the 118 comes back from a call. To do so, he has to climb under the truck, which causes a flashback to the truck bombing. Buddie.

Buck On Fire, Rated M. Complete. Buck's apartment building catches on fire in the middle of the night, and he gets everyone out, but gets injured in the process. He waves off the paramedics to tend to everyone else instead of him, and nearly dies as a result.

You Can Blame Bad Luck, Rated M. Complete. Buck runs into Christopher and Pepa at a grocery store mere minutes before a mass shooting breaks out. Buddie.

Behind Blue Eyes, Rated G. Tumblr Prompt. Complete. Buck gives the 118 a piece of his mind.

Blood In The Candy, Rated T. Complete. Halloween themed, because who doesn't like those? Buck gets mugged on his way to work on Halloween, and everyone thinks his injuries are just a costume.

Miscellaneous (I couldn't think of a category for them)

101 Synonyms For Awkward, And This Is All of Them, Rated M. Complete. Buck gets stuck in an awkward situation, and it's all because Eddie did the dishes.

All Bets Are Off, Rated M. Complete. Buck and Eddie don't know where to draw the line. With anything, really, but especially with their bets. Buddie.

Wake Me Up Before You Go, Rated T. Complete. After the lightning strike, Buck's coma dream is quite a bit different than the one you know. When he wakes up, he doesn't know it was only a dream. Buddie.

Road Rage, Rated T. Complete. Buck has Christopher on his day off, when a road rage incident results in Buck being shot.

It's Like That, Rated T. Complete. From 8x04. When Buck is talking to Bobby, and says "Not like that", well. This is 'What if it was like that'.

Explicit

The Sky Is Falling, Rated E. Complete. Buck and Eddie are having some 'fun time' when the ceiling of Buck's loft falls down on them. They are forced to call 9-1-1, and the 118 responds. Buddie.

To Protect The Secrets I Hold, Rated E. Non Con. Complete. Chase Mackey blackmailed Buck into taking the money during the lawsuit, and then just kept blackmailing him. What happens when things go too far?

Multi Chapter

Christopher's Island, Rated M. 4 Chapters. Complete. Buck and Christopher didn't get separated during the tsunami. Instead, they got washed out to sea and stranded on an island, leaving everyone to believe they were dead. Buddie.

Arsonist's Lullaby, Rated T. 3 Chapters. Complete. Buck was forced to frame himself for Eddie and Christopher's murders, and was nearly executed for crimes he didn't commit. Buddie.

I Can Only Imagine, Rated T. 5 Chapters. Complete. Buck and Eddie were each other's childhood imaginary friends, and things did not end well between them. And then they meet as adults for the first time when Eddie joins the 118. Buddie.

Series

The Edge, Parts 9/10

Essentially, after the lawsuit and it's aftermath, Buck tried to kill himself. Eddie talked him down, and helped him through the recovery, feelings developing between the pair along the way. Buddie.

At The Edge, We Live or We Die, Rated M. Complete.

2. From The Edge, We Walked, Rated M. Complete.

3. Away From The Edge, I'll Stay, Rated M. Complete.

4. Love Has A Sharp Edge, Rated T. Complete.

5. You're Never Alone At The Edge, Rated T. Complete.

6. Promises At The Edge, Rated T. Complete.

7. The Edge That We Face, Rated T. Complete.

8. The Edge of Regret, Rated T. Complete.

9. At The Edge, We Fell, Rated T. Complete.

Blood Is Thinner Than Water, Parts 2/? +1

Blood Is Thinner Than Water, Rated M. Major Character Death. Complete. After the lawsuit, while on blood thinners, Buck accidentally cut his hand. Instead of calling 9-1-1, he tried to call his family. But they didn't pick up.

2. I Tried, But I'll Never Forget, Rated T. Complete. Chimney visits Buck's grave.

Blood Is Thinner Than Water (Alternate Ending), Rated M. Complete. After the lawsuit, while on blood thinners, Buck accidentally cut his hand. Instead of calling 9-1-1, he tried to call his family. Only, this time, Eddie picked up. Buddie.

Incomplete

A Light In The Dark, Rated E. Chapters 4/22. The world ends, and Buck and Eddie are all that's left. ...or are they? Basically a sort of Walking Dead AU with some elements of World War Z, 28 Days Later, and Maze Runner mixed in. Buddie.

[daddiel-ish]

Question, since the other main Heart pirates are ladies, do you have any ship headcanons for them in your fem!law universe? I know Killer/Penguin is a popular choice for Peng, and they'd look so cute in your style!

Thanks!! I would like to draw the hearts more, but I never have good ideas -

Glad you asked this question 😈😈😈

Law (idk if you if you want something with her, but I'll drop something and then concentrate on the others)

Law and Luffy are a thing (duh). But law didn't fall immediately for the Monkey D. Her interest in him rose before Sabody, but not in the romantic way, more like "I wanna see what this little punk can do"

She fell in love with him after she saw him at his worst cause she had the impression to finally see the real Luffy. She felt understood in some ways...and you guys know the rest

Law love language is through act of services, she never clearly says "I love you"

Everynight she clings to Luffy with all her strenght cause she is afraid someone will take him away from her

Bepo

Bepo is looking for a sweet bear, but she has still not found one yet. Maybe her standards are too high (Shachi always says that)

She is not afraid of expressing her love. She always hugs the people she loves most. If you're looking for Bepo, you can certainly find her hugging Law or making sure the kids are having fun (and mostly making sure they're safe)

She is like a sweet aunt. Always dreaming to find true love, but her only love at the moment is her family

Shachi

She is pinning for Penguin till she has memories. Always yearning but never have the courage to make the first move

She always jokes about Penguin being hers, but it's always a bit painful, but seeing Pen laugh, it's always her biggest reward

She always leaves a tiny candy on Pen's pillow

When someone makes her notice that maybe she is in love with Penguin (Bepo), she always dismisses that with a laugh. "How can I be in love with her? She's like a sister to me!"

After Law sewed back Penguin's arm that night, Shachi never left her side, even tho Law encouraged her to rest. She wanted to be sure that Pen saw her as first thing when she'd open her eyes again. So she didn't feel lonely

Every day, she promises herself to talk with Pen about her feelings. But every time she met her gaze, Shachi forgot how to speak and just said the most stupid thing in the world

Penguin

Pen likes to flirt a lot. She doesn't think to be a catch, but gosh, how much fun she has flirting around

Every now and then, she steals gazes with Shachi. She always felt something for her but never really understood what-- she only knows that when Shachi is not around, the sun is less brighter

She loves finding candies over her pillow, and she knows Shachi is the one leaving them. She had done that since the first day on the Tang. She thinks it's sweet

When Shachi comes to her with that serious look just to say the most stupid shit in the world, Pen laughs her heart out, thinking that she couldn't live a moment without her in her life

When she's cooking, she always makes sure to make Shachi's portion a little bit bigger than the others

Every night, she fell asleep thinking about that time she woke up from Law reattaching her arm with Shachi holding her other hand while sleeping...that's her dearest memory

Here is some of my headcanons! Killer/Pen is a ship I have yet to explore (always open for new things), but since I've started to know the hearts Shachi/Penguin is one of my otps ♥️♥️

[mimisempai]

Sweet morning

Summary

The first thing Aziraphale wakes up to every morning is his sleeping demon, and some mornings he likes to show him how happy he is about it.

Notes

Just some fluff without plot and with a little steam…

On Ao3

Rating T -  619 words

The first thing Aziraphale saw when he opened his eyes was the tangled red hair falling back over Crowley's sleeping face. 

As always when this happened, an overwhelming sense of possession came over him.

Mine.

Crowley was his and he didn't have to hide it anymore.

He lifted himself a little to drop a light kiss on the demon's cheek and immediately a smile formed on Crowley's lips as he murmured, "That's not fair."

Aziraphale asked puzzled, "What's not fair?" 

He slid his hand down Crowley's chest, watching with delight as he drew goosebumps with his fingertips until his hand disappeared beneath the blanket, lingering in the warm hollow of Crowley's hip.

"My other cheek is jealous because it hasn't been kissed," Crowley replied in a playful voice.

Aziraphale shook his head, laughed softly, then brought his lips to the forgotten cheek to kiss it.

As a tiny distance separated his lips from Crowley's skin, the angel murmured, "Two kisses to make up for forgetting this poor cheek. I wouldn't want it to feel neglected."

Aziraphale put her money where her mouth was and pressed two light kisses to Crowley's cheek.

"Oh, Angel, there's a problem now, it's the first cheek that feels neglected because it's only had one kiss."

Aziraphale replied amusedly, "Oh, that would be terrible." 

He kissed the other cheek once more before capturing Crowley's lips for a lazy kiss on the lips. Then he resumed his place against the demon, drawing gentle, aimless curves across his lover's chest, watching with delight as Crowley's nipples rose slightly in response. He heard Crowley gasp several times, but did not alter the rhythm or pressure of his caresses.

"Angel..."

Aziraphale hummed innocently in response, as if unaware of the cause of his lover's trouble.

Crowley, his voice now hoarse with excitement, murmured, "Now the rest of my body is demanding its share of kisses as well."

"Oh, really?"

The angel turned and straddled Crowley, leaning in until their lips touched. He playfully bit Crowley's lip before murmuring, "We can't let this poor body feel wronged. I must take care of it."

He captured Crowley's lips in a long, slow kiss before trailing kisses down his jaw to his ear where he breathed, "But it will take time, there are many places to kiss on this gorgeous body."

Crowley chuckled softly.

"I'm not going to argue with that, Angel."

Aziraphale pressed a kiss to his neck, pausing to run a playful tongue along the hollow of his collarbone, eliciting another gasp before Crowley whispered in a voice heavy with arousal, "Take all the time you need."

"Oh, I intend to."

Aziraphale hummed as he continued his path of kisses, and as he slid down his lover's body, feeling it harden beneath him, he raised his head and looked into his eyes, saying, his eyes shining with lust, "In fact, I think it's going to take me hours."

Crowley didn't answer, but the moans that followed were as expressive as any words.

Long after, as they rested in each other's arms, Aziraphale asked in a cheeky tone, "Is there any part of your body that still feels neglected?"

Crowley snuggled up to the Angel and replied in an almost unintelligible voice as he grew sleepy, "No...none...let me rest and I will return the favor I promised, Angel."

Aziraphale pulled him closer, laughing slightly.

"I look forward to that, but rest first, my dear."

The demon murmured against him before falling asleep, "Mmm... love you."

"I love you too, my beautiful demon."

Aziraphale watched quietly as his lover fell asleep, and then, carried away by the sweetness of the moment, it wasn't long before sleep overcame him as well.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

South Downs cottage series : here

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

[heartfullofleeches]

hii!! I'm here for the bug nickname (might use it as my username cause I need a new one 👀) so here are some random personality details: I am very very shy around new people, especially if I can't hang around someone I already know. for some reason, this doesn't apply to online situations where I can't see their face. if someone is talking to me online and I can't think of something to say while they clearly expect me to say something back, I will fully just block them with no warning if I do not know them (and I don't actually need need to talk to them) I really like playing those online pet simulators (specifically the more mature ones like lioden and flight rising) and getting as rich as possible as quickly as possible. I get much friendlier during the night, if I start a new hobby, as soon as I get relatively good at it I must either make and gift something to a friend, or pull them into said hobby. I get chaotic when left alone or with a friend I trust enough to both rear me in and join me. I, for some reason, get trusted with far more then I technically should because I'm relatively quiet and "calm" around authority figures (for example, being given the key to every room in my school and then left without supervision in eighth grade because I needed my instrument and the band room was locked) I draw on my hands alot- usually doll markings or spiral patterns. (this is long, so I'm cutting it off here)

Silk (Moth)

Your shy nature and change in mood at night label you as a moth in Bugman's eyes - specially one of the silk variety. The silk from silk moths can be harvested in ways that either kill the larvae or allows it to naturally hatch from its cocoon. Seeing how you are with others, Bugman will be patient in their approach towards you until you "hatch" and feel comfortable to show your other side around them. Bugman is put into the perspective of the fluffy creature when your chaotic side is unveiled as they view it as that brilliant light moths flock to, unable to look away.

Gifting Bug an item from a newfound hobby connects with the moth's sacrifice. It is a part of yourself you are sharing with them and while it may not be as steep a price to pay as the moth's in unethical practices, you still give hours of your time and energy to benefit yourself and those around you.

"I am thankful that unlike real silk moths you have a mouth. I quite enjoy the sound of your voice, even more so when you feel secure around me."

[billionsofrats]

depends on the book :/ I have three sketchbooks in use right now.

Small book: both sides of the page, multiple per page. its for my messy random doodles.

normal sketchbook: both sides if its in pencil, but if im using a pen that might bleed I just do one side.

big sketchbook: its big. and it has three (three!) (more than two!) types of paper (three kinds!) (regular, thick, and crepe). the thick pages I always draw on both sides cause it never ever bleeds. the regular pages is the same as my regular book, and obv cant draw both sides of crepe paper.

did anyone need to know all this? no, but i took the time to write it without considering that, and i'm not deleting it all now.

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[spghtrbry]

i don’t know why all of these screens are from different stagings. don’t ask me, i have no answer

[hinamie]

色彩 [Shikisai]

[ennow]

Gave Harrow a skelly-cat cause she deserves it

There’s MORE harrow necromancy art now :0

[hetacon]

Oh my gosh, thank you so much??? Really didn’t know if anyone was gonna respond to my question but I’m grateful to have been proven wrong! Also I’m glad it’s not just me who’s struggled with this

All the stuff with my hand started when I made a short storyboard for one of my classes and was working on it the night before the critique for 10 hours straight with my stylus in a death grip, and then proceeded to physically write out two final projects for my other classes in the following couple of weeks, and subsequently couldn’t hold a pencil for an entire month after the quarter ended. I unfortunately did something similar back in July trying to get a piece done, even though I tried to be conscientious of how hard I was gripping the stylus 😅

I really do try to remember to stretch but I forget a lot of the time since I’m usually so excited about getting right into it. You’re probably right that I should start with drawing simple things so that I can better pay attention to if I start gripping it too hard, I’ve kinda just been diving into full pieces without thinking about it, which probably isn’t the greatest idea. Also you’re definitely right on the “big unruly pen” part, my new stylus is significantly thicker than my old one and my mechanical pencils (or even just most of my materials) and it’s felt really clunky trying to use it which is a bit discouraging in all honestly, cause it feels like all my art skills have literally gone out the window as soon as I try to do it on the computer. I know that very much isn’t the case but struggling so much with it definitely makes me feel like I don’t know what I’m doing

Once again, thank you for the advice, I really appreciate you taking time out of your day to help me out! And thank you for the additional offer if I need more help in the future 💜

I've never played ALBW so I have zero context lol, but maybe some sort of mirror inspired art of Ravio gasping in pain, clutching at his chest in the same spot that Legend, on his LU quest and somewhere and somewhen far away, has just been injured 👀

I might've gotten just a teeeeny bit carried away with this one, oops-!

Did someone say soul-bonded Ravioli? I think someone said soul bounded-Ravioli 👀 The people familiar with my sideblog might already be aware of this but I love soulmate AUs, so much so that I actually created a soulmate universe of my own with a type of bond I don't see super often! It's not my original idea by any means but I did flesh it out into an entire magic system and have many many ideas for various ships of mine that I hope I can write at some point, and so given that, I may or may not have completely blanked out after seeing this suggestion and suddenly oops, how did these get here! :)

Thank you anon for gifting me with the chance to indulge in one of my absolute favorite concepts, and also yes, I do have ideas about Ravioli in my soulmate au, maybe I'll be able to write it at some point 🤔

(P.S. if there are any digital artists reading: Does anyone have any advice on how to get accustomed to holding the stylus for drawing tablets? The reason for my hand pain I've mentioned before is because I've been having trouble with my grip being too tight and it's causing the tips of my fingers to hurt after long drawing sessions, and so I've had to stick mainly to traditional art so as not to further injure my fingers. I really want to do more digital art though and I can't do that until I'm able to train myself to hold my stylus better)