#this was meant to be a warmup page

[vepaluiron]

sylvanas windrunner found strangled to death behind windrunner spire

[sysig]

Haven’t seen your slimy face in a while (Patreon)

Bonus original concept sketches from 2018 (left):

Tbh even I find some of these shapes kind of hard to read lol. Really showcases my style progression tho like woah - I was aiming at the time for a kind of shoujo-parody style anyway, but now I struggle with those kinds of shapes! I’m used to a much more cartoony, and darker, and smaller style haha

This was all me tho lol, he’s just a gangly greasy fucker

It’s uncanny right

I had to put in a good bit of interpretation and filling in the details for this one lol - something like a punk vampire aesthetic?? He’s too good for the MC anyway lol, but that’s by design

[zan0tix]

I actually have three whole pages of scribbles from the past two weeks this is only like one quarter of everything but they are not finished looking enough so.. sealed away for now.

DJ MANIA AH!!! mostly warmup sketches... ive got so much work to do but all i can do is doodle stupid dirkjake 😢 at least they make me happy

On the first one i saw you guys reblogging that post again so i thought id draw something new for it. :p glad that one is a hit but i know i could do it better..

AND THE THIRD ONE. Kind of follow up to the dick joke comic That is what i meant in that it devolves into slapstick 💀but I love to think of dirkjake (two guys who in both universes were heavily connected with homestucks commentary on violence as a tool for power) reclaiming that expectation and seeing as theres no purpose for violence anymore bending it through their roleplay lense into a comically over the top expression of their queer gay love flying in the face of what was wanted of them in comic. IDK MAN i def want to write more abt this but im so tired its 2 am. by the way yes jake saying hiyah is a miss piggy reference

[roseykat]

KINKTOBER DAY 2 - CHANGBIN

Title: These hands were made for you

PAIRING: Changbin x reader

SUMMARY: Changbin agrees for you to give him a massage to relieve some of his back pain, but isn’t prepared for the physical reaction he has to your touch. For context, the reader is part of the management team!

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever. 

TAGS: hands-free orgasm, massages, swearing, hint of body worshipping if you squint.

KINK: erotic massage

KINKTOBER - MASTERLIST

Thinking Changbin was awake happened to be a mistaken thought, especially after you had been standing at the door of his hotel room for the past few minutes, knocking at it. Even calling and texting him didn’t help. In saying that, it was late and you had to give him the benefit of the doubt; he had played a show not too long ago, had been complaining of muscle pain, and was most likely really tired. 

But so were you.

Having waited over an hour at the airport trying to track some of Changbin’s lost luggage during their performance. A while after that, both of his items had been located and it was your task to return them to him. 

For a few spare seconds, you thought it would be wise to just wait until the morning since you were convinced that he was asleep. But it wasn’t until you heard some rustling and footsteps behind the door right before it opened.

“Oh,” Changbin rubs his drowsy eyes. “Sorry, I swear I was up and then I closed my eyes and drifted off.” 

It was easy to tell by his bed hair, the way that his natural curls were starting to peek through, “no it’s okay, you must be tired.”

“You have no idea,” he replies and looks at both bags of his luggage that you had been rolling with you since you got back. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Where were they?”

He takes one off of you while you roll the other one into his room, “they were at a different luggage pick-up. But we already rang the airport to say that they were missing and then it took them an hour to track them. Anyway, did you go to see the physio in the meantime?"

About a few hours ago after the concert had finished, Changbin was complaining about how sore he was after the gym. It’s common for him to feel that way since he practically lives in that space. Only this time around, he might’ve pushed himself a bit too hard - that and during the concert. 

“Nah,” he brushes it off as the door closes behind you both. “I can’t see any of them until tomorrow.” 

“Do you think you’re injured maybe?” You ask concernedly. 

Changbin huffs, “I’m not injured! I’m only sore and my muscles hurt like hell. Plus I always warmup and cool down properly.” 

“Okay then, where are you sore?” You question again. 

“Mainly my back,” he answers and goes to sit down on the edge of the bed. 

“Upper or lower?” 

“My upper,” Changbin confirms and tilts his head, looking at you. “I didn’t realise you were so concerned about me.” 

Your eyes narrow at him, “not in the way that you might think.”

“Sure, sure,” he chuckles lightheartedly. “Anyway, if you’re going to ask me so many questions about my injury, you wouldn’t happen to be a physiotherapist right?” 

“So you are injured.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he corrects. “I'm just sore, and I need a good night's sleep.” 

“Well, if you want me to I suppose,” you say, ignoring his tone of voice. 

“Wait...” He asks in disbelief. “Really?” 

“I did a year in physio at college so I know a few things,” you answer, placing your own bag on the lowered counter where luggage is usually stored in the room. “I’m not a licensed one though.”

Changbin ponders; he has no way of getting in to see their physio at this point in time. Even just a massage would be some relief to him. 

Whilst you aren’t professional in either of those fields, you didn’t study it for nothing. You know the functions of the body and muscles inside out. You know what happens to them when they’re under stress, torn, or strained. But also the remedies which can help repair them. 

“Okay then, if you’re able to,” Changbin agrees. “Where do you want me?”

“The bed, so take your shirt off and lie on your stomach,” you instruct. 

Changbin side-eyes you, “a date would be nice first,” he says even though he’s taking his shirt off in a rush.

You roll your eyes and take a small kit out of your bag. It’s stocked with the essentials; plasters, KT tape, scissors, cold spray - usually for Minho if his shoulder is playing up - nail clippers, all of which you have just in case.

These boys are constantly on the go and are prone to getting injured. So even though it’s not your job, you still keep things handy when there aren’t any left. But also because they end up asking you anyway whenever you're around. Spontaneous massages aren’t on that list though, but there's always a first for everything.

By that point, Changbin had stripped himself of his t-shirt, placed it to his side and lay face down on the bed. There were a couple of silent seconds of you preparing what you needed but also admiring Changbin’s body. 

His back and shoulders are broad but especially taut, you’ve seen them before when he walks around the dressing room with his top half stripped of any fabric. But you’ve never seen nor felt it - not that you would in that type of way. 

In saying that, you start by taking the small tub of deep heat, unscrewing the cap, and scooping some of the product onto your hand and setting the tub aside. Your first point of contact with Changbin’s back makes him jolt. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, turning his head on the pillow.

“It’s fine. I’m gonna start now okay?” 

“Got it,” he says. 

You dollop a little bit more of the deep heat onto Changbin before spreading it and working it in until his skin absorbs it. He’s smooth to the touch. Your hands glide over every glorious muscle.

It doesn’t really sink in that you’re doing this until Changbin hums, sounding like he’s in relief. Within a few moments, he feels like his back is pressed up against a heater. His skin is hot and burning slightly, but that’s the whole purpose of the deep heat. It’s to soften the bunched muscles in his back, making it easier to knead and roll them out like dough.

However, given the state this part of his body is in, you can already make an observation on how tense his muscles are under your hands. 

“You’re tight,” you feel as he rubs into a spot just above his right shoulder blade. “When did you say was the last time you went to physio?”

Changbin’s face flushes, he can feel the heat rising to his cheeks as if you put the deep heat on his face. 

“I-I didn’t,” he responds, trying to relax. “But I haven’t been at all so far.”

You pause, “we have three physios and a sports massage therapist for a reason. You can’t tell me that you haven’t been to see one of them so far.”

“Some of the others are seeing them shortly and I didn’t wanna wait that long,” he argues. You use the thumb and the pad of your index finger to dig and narrowly drag down Changbin’s spine, making him contort to the left slightly.

“I’ve still been able to take care of myself after shows and whatnot. Ice baths and stuff like that, so I haven’t had any injuries so far," he adds.

“You don’t just take ice baths though, do you?” You ask, digging for more information to see if he really has been taking care of himself. 

“Yeah, cold showers too,” he adds to his list. 

“Heat is also good for your muscles, you know that right?”

“Not as good as cold techniques,” he says. “Right?” 

“Depends on when you need it,” You point out. “You're a gym rat. I thought you already knew all of this information about taking care of your body-"

“Ah-” 

Your hands still for a second from his reaction, “hurts?” 

Changbin nods before his eyes flash open when you press your thumb deeper into the same spot. He lets out a yelp, his arms coming up to the sides of his shoulders, getting ready to prop himself up. 

“Yeah - yes, that really hurts, fuck,” he groans. 

“If it hurts, it’s working,” you use the flat of your hand to push Changbin back down into the mattress. 

“That’s a very outdated saying,” he strains, trying to absorb the soreness before it eventually becomes bearable. 

It takes him a few moments to melt against your touch now that his back is slightly more relaxed and warmed up. He’s now more susceptible to sensitivity which for him, heightens your contact on him. He doesn’t exactly know why it feels good - strangely good. But Changbin doesn’t complain. 

“Y/N…” he breathes out involunintarily.

You freeze on the spot, wondering if your ears deceived you for a second. Surely Changbin didn’t just moan out your name. All you’re doing is unravelling knots in his back. But even so, you were curious for a split second and when curiosity takes shape, there’s nothing you can do about it. So to test your theory, you take a little bit more deep heat, rubbing it between your fingers and massaging it slowly over the area. 

Changbin’s hands grip the sheets in response. He can’t control any of his reactions to the way your hands smooth over his back, or when the heel of your palm digs and drags nicely down his back. He doesn’t even want to think about where else good he feels.

“How does it feel now?” You test. 

His response is a strange, high pitched hum, but he does give a small nod. You try not to smirk even though it’s not like he’s able to see it. 

“I’m sorry,” Changbin swallows, almost panting. “It's just...you touching me.”

“Do you want me to stop?” You ask him.

“No!” he exclaims too quickly. “I mean, only if you want to. I’m okay with it, just…tender.” 

You’re thankful that Changbin can’t see you blushing with embarrassment. You don’t know why you reacted that way but the more you massage his back, the more you forget about the moment. Changbin on the other hand begins to panic when he recognises that he’s actually horny. 

Over the minutes gone by, his cock starts slowly filling out between his legs. It’s an awkward position to be hard and lie down at the same time. Either way, nothing is stopping it from happening and certainly not your hands. The heat, the cream, your touch, the wet, sticky sounds that it’s making, makes him think things that have crossed the border of ‘appropriate’. 

“Are you okay? You seem like you’re struggling a bit,” you witness his shoulder blades start to cinch together.

“Fine,” Changbin turns his face into the pillow. “It’s sore but…it feels good.”

You look down at his hands and see him gripping the sheets again. From any physiotherapist’s point of view, Changbin might just be expressing that this hurts. That you’re really relieving the stress and tension built up in his back. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he mumbles. 

But from your point of view, you can tell that he’s actually enjoying this more than he should be. You mentally scold yourself for jumping to that conclusion, because in what world does someone get off from having their back rubbed? It might be this world because when you realise that Changbin is making small, almost unnoticeable thrusts with his hips, he can’t help but want to speak his mind.

Usually, massages, erotic ones at least, are accompanied by other forms of actions, at least that's what you thought before Changbin started to become visibly flustered

“Changbin,” you say as he takes his tone as a warning.

His eyes flash open, knowing what he’s just done, what he couldn’t help but do, “fuck. S-Sorry, I didn’t expect…”

Didn’t expect what? Changbin doesn’t even know what the rest of his unfinished question means and he obviously doesn’t know the answer. Flustered as hell, he cannot seem to rack his brain for a lie. Even if he did, you would be able to see right through it. 

“Again, it’s just someone touching me...” he mutters aloud what he's feeling.

You pause, “are you sure you don't want me to stop? If not, I’d like to get these last few knots out of your back.”

Changbin knows that this situation could go one of three ways. If he lets you continue to massage him, he will definitely cum. The bonus there is that his back will feel better and also his dick.

But if he asks you to stop, it'll be awkward as hell having to deal with the fact that he’s fully hard. The downside is that there are still knots in his back, and he won’t get to sleep, which ultimately means he'll be in a terrible mood.

The other way is that there is an unlikely small chance that he won't cum. His body might be overly excited right now, but it could pass. There's a 99% chance that he might have time to get soft. But with the way that you're both going, he knows it probably won't happen.

“I…I don’t know,” Changbin replies, clearly confused. “It’s been a while since…someone touched me-“

“That’s okay,” you dismiss his babbling. “It’s not unusual.”

He swallows, bewildered, “it’s not?”

“No,” you assure him. 

At this point, you would stop but for some...fucked up reason, you want to keep going. You really want to see how this ends. You’ve never been someone who half asses things, so how is this any different? Plus it’s technically your fault after making Changbin unintentionally horny. At least that’s the state he’s currently in to your knowledge. 

But you’re okay with that if he is. 

“Wanting contact with other human beings isn’t abnormal Binnie. You’re obviously just a bit touch-deprived.”

“T-That’s a thing?” He asks, turning his head to try and look at you. But you smooth your palm up his spine, massaging into the divots until he reaches the base of his neck so that he can relax and not focus so much on you. 

“There’s this theory that we all need human contact. Not sexually per se, but mundane things like hugs, holding hands and all that,” you start explaining. 

“I guess that makes sense,” Changbin responds, then tries to suppress a grunt when you start gliding lower to his tailbone again.

You’re working the area just under his shoulder blade which at the moment seems to be the most sensitive. That and his dick - indirectly. Changbin is too embarrassed to think about the fact that you can read him far too easily. Either that or he’s just being extremely obvious, which he is. 

“Even just social interaction at times. Studies show that there’s a link between loneliness and touch deprivation,” you add.

He can’t even believe he’s having this conversation with you. At the very most, he can’t believe that your hands are on him and making him feel certain things that are beyond his control. 

“R-Really?” Changbin jolts when you begin kneading his back again, like every cell in his body is on edge. 

“With these interactions, it can release a neurochemical in the brain called oxytocin which is responsible for good feelings…”

Neurochemical...oxytocin….Changbin appreciates the science talk and in fact, it’s strangely hot to hear it come out of your mouth. But he cannot focus on what he’s saying at all, because his dick is achingly hard and there’s nothing he can do about it.

“Fuck…” Changbin swallows harshly. “Touch me, please.”

“I believe I am touching you,” you respond coldly. 

He doesn’t even know if your words were teasing or not. He just wants to relieve the throbbing ache in his dick when all he can do is make small thrusting movements. It’s not until you use the pads of his thumbs to press into a few points in his tailbone. It feels good in terms of the pain he had in his back, but now he can’t thrust against the mattress anymore. Not yet at least. 

Changbin whines when you slowly release the pressure of his touch.

“You have a nice back,” you comment, then gently scratch down it with your fingernails, not enough to hurt him, but it definitely makes the deep heat feel hotter. 

“Oh my god m’gonna cum,” Changbin exclaims out in a choked, rushed voice. His words instantly confirm your thoughts, so you continue to slowly rub down his back to his tailbone again. “Please..."

“It’s okay, you can come,” with the heel of your palm once more, you knead just under his shoulder blade, enough to make Changbin keen to the side. 

His eyes snap shut before he’s dipped into pleasure. He goes silent for a few seconds, still making tiny movements, almost as if he were trying to fuck someone into the mattress. For him, it’s an odd sensation because his cock had been completely untouched and neglected. 

Breathing heavily, Changbin slowly opens his eyes when the realisation dawns on him. He spends the first ten seconds of his comedown trying to figure out where he is. Your soothing hands slowly and gently rubbing up his back reorients him. The heat that the cream provided is now turning into a cooling sensation, added in with your touch. It feels good, and even better now that his muscles are at ease. 

“Feel better?”

“H-Heaps,” he swallows, now feeling like someone tipped a bucket of ice water on top of his head.  

“Good,” you smile to yourself, content with that outcome. “You should probably clean yourself up then.” 

-

A/N: thank you everyone for your patience. The last half of this week was so busy for me, so I’m back writing and catching up the works x

TAGLIST: @kbitties @luneskies @mal-lunar-28 @kibs-and-bits @aaasia111 @fairy-lixie @dreamingaboutjisung @lizzekat 🩷🩷🩷 (if I’ve forgotten anyone again, please let me know 🙃)

[peachiecure]

Behind the Scenes of Project: SFA - Magical Girl

Hello everyone!! Welcome to the behind the scenes post for the latest Project: SFA batch, “Magical Girl”. I wanted to go back and show some concepts, pages cut from the final version, inspirations and my thoughts on trying to adapt characters from my other project into Project: SFA!

Larissa & Maria- Adapting characters from a written format into comic format

To start this off, I feel I must start with this topic, since everything is built around adapting Larissa to this format.

Nintendo Precure! (will be shorted to NP), the main project Larissa comes from, is written in an episodic format with occasional art going along with the text. For the most part, both Larissa and Maria are only shown in well… words. For a comic where there’s no descriptions but rather the artwork you see on the pages, I had to think about how to SHOW their dynamic.

In NP, Maria for the majority of the time is simply just a voice in Larissa’s head that only she can hear. After transformation is only when she’s physically interacting with everyone else. For a comic, having just a voice speaking to Larissa wouldn’t really work in a compelling way. Sure, it could work, but would it be engaging?? So with that in mind, I made Maria appear as a ghostly spirit that looms behind Larissa as she goes about her time in the Mushroom Kingdom. Overall, I think this is a great way to show more of Maria to the audience and ties very well in with NP’s overall involvement with one’s spirits (which is inspired off of Smash Ultimate’s spirit system. I won’t be getting into that here since it isn’t important for SFA.)

Another thing important was Larissa’s expressions. I tried to make her as emotive as possible, but in the end I guess it just ended up looking like she was about to explode from anxiety for most of the time ahahaha (she’s has so many shocked/scared faces😭). For the most part, it’s really nice to actually get to draw out her faces instead of just describing them in written form.

Concepts- warmup sketches, ditched ideas

Before starting on drawing the comic, I would often do warmup sketches to get myself into the grove. Usually it would just be the characters, but sometimes I’d use this time to explore ideas I had for how I could take the comic’s story before drawing the actual comic pages.

Simple sketch warmup on Larissa and Maria, exploring their dynamic of the girl who had made a deal to take upon a responsibility that is much bigger than herself. The caged motif with Larissa is very important to her relationship with Maria. For the comic, I decided to use the paneling to reflect the cage instead, seeing it as a good opportunity to play around with paneling.

These were sketches for a ditched transformation route— where as both Larissa and Maria danced, Larissa’s form would slowly turn into her form’s version of Cure Jump. This sequence was inspired off of Infinity Nikki’s opening, where Nikki dances with one of the miracle outfits. As that happens, her form slowly changes into said outfit as the scene plays out.

In the end, I decided to not go with these sequence of events for two reasons.

1) You NEVER see Larissa transform into Cure Jump herself.

This is something that is a rule to me. NP’s whole story revolves around the fact that well… Larissa isn’t supposed to be in these events. As stated in the comic, Larissa was never meant to be Cure Jump, and she isn’t. She’s just a vessel for the fragmented piece of Maria who is now stuck inside of her. So having Larissa transform wouldn’t be accurate when she physically can’t. Only Maria can, hence why you always see her take over Larissa’s body before transformation. (Blue eyes JUMPSCARE)

2) This would have taken up A LOT of pages!!!

Essentially, if I did this whole sequence in actual comic format after the warm up sketches… it would have taken up a lot of pages. And frankly, I was afraid of this ruining the pacing of the scene if I had this drag out for too long. Also my iPad. My poor iPad. She hates me already. (If you guys didn’t know, my iPad… I really shouldn’t be using it for anything right now.) So in the end, I decided to cut this idea from the final product. The idea was fun to play around with, but in the end I think what I ended up with was much better in terms of pacing and showing off Larissa and Maria’s dynamic. (The cage strikes again!… it’ll be showing up quite a bit in Larissa’s story…)

This batch introduces Merlon, a wizard that many are familiar with from Paper Mario, though SFA’s Merlon is… a bit different. Their intro is already up on my account, but here’s the concept sketch page for them.

Ditched Pages- The Real World

Like any comic draft, there are pages that didn’t make it to the final draft, being cut completely. These pages I cut were actually set where Larissa is from, the real world. One of them featured Larissa on the bus heading home from school, and another one of her returning home to be greeted with Pixelena, her team’s crazy mascot.

I had these pages drafted because I was honestly struggling on how to start this batch. During this stage, I wanted to emulate how the artwork is done for NP’s story. There’s no creative comic paneling to emulate NP’s “anime screenshots”, including dialogue being at the bottom, just like subtitles (font and everything). Below are some of the artwork from NP to try to show what I mean by this.

I did this to differentiate the two settings, if that makes sense. With the format like this, readers would be able to see how we’re currently not in the Mario universe and elsewhere due to these format changes. I do the same as well when I want to flashback to scenes in SPM, using the same speech bubbles and font as the game!

Eventually I came to the conclusion that I didn’t want to show the real world and cut these pages from the final product. Shockingly (well, to me anyways) I’ve had people ask me about wanting to see more into Larissa’s life, which is something that I will confess I wasn’t planning on showing much of in SFA. I love Larissa, she’s my baby, but SFA is well… NOT her story. She’s in it, yes, and there are going to be moments that are important to her character (same with Maria as well) but this is not her time to be miss main character. That’s what NP is for. I do appreciate how lots of you seem to care about her and want to learn more about her, it does makes me very happy,,, I will continue to try my best to find a balance that works well to share more tidbits about Larissa & Maria for SFA only readers to enjoy without having to dive into NP to learn everything about them.

Though just because I cut the real world from this batch, it doesn’t mean in the future I won’t include scenes from the real world. It honestly just depends on when it’ll fit without throwing off the flow, if that makes sense.

Inspirations- The essence of a magical girl

Since Cure Jump is still at her core, a magical girl that so happens to be Mario themed, I turned to the Kamikita Twins’ work on the Precure mangas to channel that same type of energy into her when she appeared transformed especially for the transformation page.

I heavily took inspiration from specially the Fresh Precure manga adaptation (to the shock of absolutely nobody that knows me, Fresh is my favorite Precure season and forever will be) for the formatting on Jump’s transformation page. I didn’t want to drag out the transformation, mainly because the joy of magical girl transformations are seeing it in action but well— I can’t really animate!… so we go with the next best thing. Of course, this isn’t a manga, so I adjusted the formatting to fit a comic better, along with color. I’m honestly really happy with the final result, it makes me so happy seeing the page come together so beautifully…

The cover image is also a reference to another piece of precure artwork from the Kamikita Twins of Cure Lovely and Cure Unlovely. I’ve always wanted to draw Larissa and Maria in these poses, and I figured that the cover image for this batch would be a perfect time to do so!

I’ve realized that when I use references, the proportions end up looking almost exactly like the reference and I need to get better at flat out not replicating the whole thing… you can always tell when I draw something with vs without a reference💀 There’s always room for improvement…

Ending thoughts

For what it’s worth, this comic batch I started to work on October 21st and finished on December 16th… a total of 57 days… and even then afterwards, I was making quick edits because I realized I had mistakes (thank you to everyone that pointed them out to me😭). I don’t know when the next batch will be out, because once again, my iPad is acting up on me and won’t charge. I really do want to continue making digital art, but I have to remember to be cautious with what I have before I ruin it beyond repair and can’t do ANYTHING at all. I would actually cry.

As both NP and SFA has been around with me for a long time, seeing the two together after so long makes me pretty emotional. I think younger me would be so happy to see that one day I did actually finally put the two together like she’d hoped. Not in the format she originally thought, but alas still together. SFA I feel does give off the vibes of a project that perhaps someone younger would have wanted, and I take no offense to that now. It’s honestly what I’m going for, to capture that feeling is genuinely a compliment to me.

Next comic batch, I really want to focus on either Flame or Aqua, since both are main characters which I haven’t really explored much. This is due to the fact that I will have to put a lot of effort into their kingdoms’ world building instead of using an already existing one that everyone is familiar with for Sweetheart. I love them too and they deserve love as well!!

Thank you for reading until the end!! Until next time, stay peachie!

[ihavethemangoes]

Ducks!!! I think I meant for this to be a warmup but then I got too far and needed to fill the whole page. I have an oc who keeps pet ducks so I needed the practice anyways.

[miningroseakira]

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Hi. I'm alive and I'm gonna forego updating my artblog and just post this bc it took. too long, and I'm done having the "my artblog needs to have everything on it chronologically" mindset on here

I've fallen face first back into my mcyt/life series/hc obsession, and specifically my helsmits. The title of this file is "drawing other people's hels as a warmup"...... .....needless to say that warmup escalated and I've been drawing on these for like two or three days-

~~~ 1. The two in the bottom left are my own fallsmits (= helsmits with extra steps, lol) for Bdubs and Tango, Sleepless and SwingTek the beloveds- Swing has an inbetween of his natural and his "I'm totally TangoTek guys" hair colors in this doodle, because I said so.

2. Top left is a Hels!Stress named AnxiousBeast, who belongs to @square-milk. the possum thing is so creative, and I love her grian-esque unhinged vibes, so I just had to draw her 3. Top right is a Hels!Grian concept by @daffodily that I had my eye on when I first got into helsmits a year or two ago, but I don't think I ever ended up drawing him. No name given, as far as I could tell. Super dark with the stitches and everything but I love it. Totally different vibes but he does remind me a tiny bit of my falls!grian, Gregory, and I'm all for that - it's probably mostly the sweater color though jhdfkjgh but still

4. Bottom right is Foxtrot, a Hels!Tango with a very cool name, posted by @neoflames. I love the ice+siren powers this one has, plus the hair is very cool (no pun intended)

5. Central to this doodle page is Iota, a Hels!Grian design I saw and immediately became obsessed with. what the hels. who comes up with this stuff. (the answer is @rhapsoddity. rhapsoddity comes up with this stuff.)

6. And last but most certainly not least! At the center of the top is a figure that people on my art blog will have seen before, and that anyone who's browsed the helsmit tags will recognize - the beloved Limbo Lag by @galaxygermdraws. what a guy. what a little guy. he needs a hug someone hug him NOW this is an order. I'm sure my boy Swing would be glad to hear he's not the only blue tango counterpart giving off sad little guy energy

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I'm gonna post this on this mcyt blog first and then reblog it to my artblog because I feel like it. this took so much more time and effort than I meant for it to fjhgkjf please I'm super tired so let me know if I made any errors with tagging people or names of characters

[Closeups under the cut]

[loilooloo]

hey girl!!! i acc j stalked ur whole page i love ur writing sm 😋😋

anyways i was wondering if u could write smth with tom where him and the reader aren’t in a relationship yet but they like eachother, and then somehow they end up having to share a bed (like maybe reader is in the band and the hotel room they were staying in only had one bed girl idk) and then the reader has a nightmare and tom like comforts her and cuddles her and stuff like j fluff and it ends w tom confessing feelings to the reader??

SORRY IF THATS RLY LONG AND SPECIFIC BUT IT WOULD BE SO CUTE 💗💗💗 TY POOKIE 🤭

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: being the only girl in a band was tough, so of course having to deal with your feelings towards the guitarist after a nightmare incident wasn’t your intention.

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: cursing 👼

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i’m backkkkkk 😉 probably gonna disappear after this but wanted to give you guys a little something 😜 as always, thanks for the request

you were tough, independent, and didn’t care what anyone had to say about you. that mindset helped you a lot, especially since you were in an awkward situation being the only girl in a hot “all-boy” band. honestly though, you could pretend the mean comments didn’t hurt or that the snarky remarks didn’t even phase you, but truthfully they did. you tried masking it as best as you could but when you were all alone, it hit like a train wreck. considering you were especially close with the hottest member, tom, the guitarist didn’t help either. you’ve know him and his twin since high school, when they first met and recruited you.

they found you performing at a recital your vocal coach was holding and in their words “fell in love with you immediately.” bill was the real star the, the main singer. you would get major solos here and there but bill took the stage most of the time leaving you as a filler member. everyone had their own role, just for them except you who had to share one of you could even call it that considering bill did most the work. this was your biggest insecurity as a member and the “fans” knew that so they dig into you like crazy, but sometimes people had good things to say which was what kept you going.

you spent most of your free time privately scrolling endlessly on sites reading and reading about what others said about you until you couldn’t take it anymore or one of the members snapped you out of it, usually it was tom. tom was like the light in all the darkness, he really saved you during bad days and could read you like an open book. he always knew what to say and when to say them and never made you feel bad. you knew he was meant for being a total flirt but in private he’s genuinely a really sweet person. speaking of tom, you remember you had to meet the band for a rehearsal before a huge gig tomorrow. it slipped your mind so you quickly put your shoes on and left the house.

at the studio, tom, bill, and gustav were already there leaving georg to be the last one to arrive which left some relief knowing you weren’t the only one late. you greeted tom first as you walked over to give bill a hug, he’s been the nicest to you since you guys first met and without him, you wouldn’t have even been in the band. you reached for a water bottle and left to go to a warmup room. it seemed like bill had already warmed up without you so you tried to make it fast so rehearsal could start.

you walked out the room after you finished and greeted georg who had just arrived. you reached for the mic that bill was handing you and got to your designated spot next to tom where you always stood during rehearsal or shows. if it wasn’t obvious by now, you had a massive crush on tom but couldn’t show it obviously die to the fans already speculating something between you two in addiction to the hate you would get, plus you knew tom would never date you since he always had a girl in hand.

“late as usual,” he said. “yea, did you miss me?” you asked. “you know i always do”, he said charismatically which made you fold instantly. you guys got started though and things got serious, bill was very strict with rehearsals, especially today since there was a show tomorrow. “alright let’s get started then,” bill said with a stern face which everyone knew as his “stop messing around and get to work” face. due to the show being tomorrow you and bill didn’t really use your voices as much as you usually did any other rehearsal but just listened to the others who had instruments.

tom always drove you home after rehearsal but today it was different. you noticed a fancy sports car pull up by the studio and tom hopped in. there was a pretty lady driving the car and you already knew why, tom was probably going to a party which would end up in him being blacked out drunk and hungover which wasn’t ideal considering what tomorrow was. you ignored it though and called a taxi, annoyed that he couldn’t even give you heads up. you unlocked your door and headed struggling for your room, falling onto the bed when you got there.

it was quiet and the room was still. you looked up at the ceiling and closed your eyes, thinking about whatever slipped into your head which was obviously tom. he always did this but this time it hurt, like a lot more than it usually did. you let out a long sigh and got ready for bed since tomorrow was a big day and you had to be up early. you went to bed and woke up the next just as tired as the day before but still you got ready. you brushed your teeth, trying to shake off the grogginess of the morning as well before checking your phone to find a text from bill in the group chat.

it read that him and tom would be running late since tom was hungover. that was classic tom so basically everyone ignored it… everyone except you. the memories from last night flooded back and your remembered how tom basically left you for another girl, literally. you were now more annoyed than sad at tom and put your phone down. it was six a.m and the bus was set to leave at seven a.m but you knew the boys would take an hour just to show up so you hurried. you got there at 6:35 and were the first to arrive after gustav, then georg, and then tom and bill.

“took you guys long enough,” georg said as tom and bill stepped out their cab. “yeah sorry about that, tom wouldn’t cooperate,” he said. you rolled your eyes and glared at tom. you walked over to the bus and made sure al the luggage was already boarded and after confirming with your manager you got on. you took a seat, put your earbuds in and closed your eyes. you fell asleep for the first half of the ride, then woke up to use the bathroom. once you got back, you noticed tom was asleep. he looked so… peaceful? you creepily stared at him until you heard his phone buzz, a notification. it was from a girl, you already knew. your suspicions were confirmed after you sneakily picked up us cell to check. “can’t wait to see you on tour ;)” read the message. you scoffed and put the phone down, this time going to your cubicle bed instead of your usual seat. you laid there listening to music for the continuation of the ride.

bill was the one to wake you up once you arrived. “______, we’re hereeeee~.” he said. you groaned and rubbed your eyes as you yawned. “we have to stop at a hotel though since there’s troubles with the bus, we can’t stay here.” he explained. “did you guys already book a room?” you asked, sitting up now. “uh yeah, about that.” he looked around anxiously scratching the back of his head. you raised an eyebrow, “there were only 3 rooms available, and we kinda figured you and tom would want to share…” he said. fuck. just what you needed after seeing him with another girl. being too tired to fight and just wanting to sleep you nodded your head and followed the others out.

you finally get situated in your shared room with tom and the atmosphere is awkward, very awkward. “do you want to shower first?” he asked. “i don’t care.” you said bluntly, not looking at him. he said nothing else but just sighed and grabbed a towel, he didn’t want to argue with you. After he finished his shower you took yours. You did your nightly routine and jumped in the shared bed. It was completely silent, neither the both of you wanted to say anything. Tom’s back was turned to you which bothered you a lot because why was he mad? He had no right. You rolled your eyes and turned your lamp off, then dozed off.

You loudly awoken after a horrible dream you had involving a car accident with the your bus. You sat up, sweaty from the panic. You were breathing heavy and felt to alone until a warm touch was placed onto your back. “______ are you alright?!?” tom asked panicked. you let out a breath, and without a thought reached for him, completely forgetting that had happened. “tom is was so scary,” you managed to sob out. “it was horrible, the car just- it’s swerved- and then-,” you rambled with a loss of words. “hey, hey, hey ______, it’s okay. you don’t have to explain anything you don’t want to,” he said ketch a confronting tone. you hugged him tighter. “thanks tom,” you let out. he stayed silent but the two of you stayed in that position for what you assumed the rest of the night since when you woke up, you were still in his arms. butterflies filled your stomach until last nights occurrence flooded back into your memory. you sighed, hating that you don’t want to leave. you wanted to stay in this position forever until you heard tom mutter something.

“sleep well princess?” he asked. you lost all those happy feelings and sat up. “how about we forget this?” you asked. fuck! why was that the first thing you thought to say. deep down you didn’t want to ever lose this feeling of him but no doing so would’ve made things 100% more awkward. “______. i’m tired of playing these games with you. why are you acting so weird?” he asked. you hated confrontation so yo stood there for a while, until finally decided t to be honest. “because tom…” you paused. “you act like you like me and then you don’t? but then you’ll flirt with me and i feel good until i see you with another girl and it’s just so- it hurts me, and you don’t seem to care, like at all.” you rambled out. he as silent. “oh ______… i had no idea you felt that way,” he said looking down. “here, come sit,” he said. you hesitated for a second but did as he said. “truth is, i don’t mean to hurt. actually, i really like you and i know it’s a dick move but i flirt with other girls to make you jealous,” he admitted. you were taken aback.

“why?” you asked. “i don’t know, i guess it’s the only way i figured you would care. i mean you’re so busy all the time with your own stuff,” he said. “that doesn’t mean you can just play with my feelings like that though,” you said. “i know, i know. i admit that mistake. i just really want you to be mine and only mine.” he confessed. you thought about it for a second. “you can make it happen,” you said with a smirk. he didn’t say anything but just had a puzzled look on his face. “how?” he asked. “well first of all promise me you won’t talk to other girls, and second of all, kiss me.” you said with a big smile. “done.” he said as he picked you up which caught you by surprise, and gave you the best kiss of your life.

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Whipped Into Shape- Chapter 1 Muse and Maestro

summary: you reminisce about your beautiful friend, and she reminisces about you in return.

Mel x Reader Centric Chapter

chapter contents: mutual pining, fluff

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You met Mel for the first time in your first year, second semester Art Basics class, when you had been paired together for a warmup sketch exercise. 

And she was the most beautiful girl you’d seen in your life. Blindingly so, like the sun, like a star-

Like a Muse.

When you broke free from your trance of admiration, you plucked up the courage to stiffly introduce yourself. When she smiled, you briefly thought you had finally died of exhaustion and met a real life angel. She laughed prettily too.

It was hard not to stare. Not when she was exactly the kind of girl that sparked inspiration.

There were murmurs, eyes from around the room flickering towards her. It wasn’t the same sort of look you usually got, not in the slightest. There was awe, admiration, disbelief- but nothing blatantly negative.

You could tell right then and there she was someone important, even before she graced you with an introduction.

“I’m Mel, Mel Medarda. So…shall we get started?”

Her voice was smooth, warm, accented, and had no hint of malice or apprehension. It was more like she was assessing you, rather than judging you.

You liked that about her.

And she liked that you treated her like a normal person. You weren’t awestruck by her family name or who she was related to, you were simply in awe at her as a person. An individual. A peer.

You were equals as artists, and you were shocked to learn it wasn't her major after seeing the quality of her still-life sketches. She preferred painting landscapes, backgrounds, and design plates.

 “I find faces oddly difficult…so my models never have proper heads-” she giggled after showing you her sketchbook. Fashion design was her minor, her “indulgence”, she called it.

You smiled and admired her work with starry eyes.

“Maybe we should work together then!” you pulled out your own sketchbook for her to page through. 

You give her an eager grin. 

 “I’ll admit, my weak spot has always been landscapes…” 

You hit it off quickly, becoming more relaxed and comfortable as you chatted your way through the warm up. Despite her elegant and regal bearing, you found out she was much more nonchalant than you expected- after all, she was basically a princess, and such a weighty legacy would stress anyone out. You would talk for hours swapping stories, talking about the way you see the world, about your creative pursuits, about your dreams-

About anything and everything you could think of- the conversation always came easy with her. And it was intensely refreshing to talk to someone who wasn't speaking to you strictly out of necessity or courtesy for once. You could be yourself, and that meant everything to you when it came to your friendships.

People often called her mysterious, or hard to read. Those people didn't know her.

Sketches of her littered your sketchbooks; of the face she made when she was trying not to laugh, of the face she made when she was focusing on fine details- endless doodles of her enigmatic eyes. She was easy to read when you really knew her. She preferred gold over silver, warm tones over cool tones, and detested the feeling of charcoal pastels. She was mischievous, a sucker for gossip, easily grossed out by insects-

And you found that the two of you were very alike.

She was a princess- sure, but she was always a Person first to you.

And that's what she loved about you. You were her reprieve from the weight of the expectations placed upon her. She made sure to tell you frequently.

She often found the Piltover elite tiresome, vapid, and endlessly boring. You were a breath of fresh air, as she had told you during a wine drunk night of gossip.

“Tell me, are they all… like that?” she whispered as you lounged in your tiny living room

“Are all who like what?” you looked up from your near empty glass with a quizzical brow

“The Piltovans. Are all of them so hopelessly dull or is it just the ones that I have to see every day?”

You snorted as you took another sip, moving to refill her glass as well.

“I ask myself the same thing almost every day, thank god I'm not the only one!”

She shot you a catlike grin, conspiratorial and satisfied as she clinked her glass against yours.

She was elegant in every way. She was everything you wished you could be.

You’d be envious if you didn’t enjoy her company so much. Or the special feeling of knowing that, as important as she was, she had chosen you to be friends with.

It meant a lot to you.

So despite the gap between you, it wasn’t jealousy that filled you when you spent time together. Just pure admiration.

She was simultaneously very close to you, but seemingly always a hair out of reach.

Like a muse.

You couldn't wait for her to come back.

Not when you had such big plans for this school year.

A new philosophy-

“Take Chances, Take Opportunities, and Take No Shit”

It was the sort of thing that would make her chuckle if you said it out loud.

Sometimes, you got bashful when you remembered just how astounding the few friends you had were. It made you feel so….normal in comparison. And growing up with so many expectations on your shoulders, it actually did more help than harm to your self esteem.

You were surrounded by gleaming, unreachable stars. But you were happy just to see them.

Your fond reverie was interrupted by the sound of the bus screeching to a halt, jostling you in your seat. 

You took out your earbud to assess the situation. The driver was cursing loudly as he laid a heavy hand on the horn. Some idiot had run a red light and clipped the front driver’s side of the bus. You looked at the time on your phone and sighed in despair. Judging by the familiar street you were on, you weren't too far from campus. But if you lingered, or tried your chances catching the shuttle, you would probably be late. 

Your best bet was to run.

Aw hell. 

It was gonna be a rough day.

You texted Mel, getting up and settling your school bag on your shoulder.

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Messages: Mel✨👑

                                                               You: Pray for me. It's gonna be a long week…

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Across the sea, your muse smiled sympathetically at her phone as she texted you back under the table. Anything you had to say would be vastly more interesting than whatever the mouldy old politician schmoozing up to her mother was currently spouting.

You. One of her dearest friends. Who she admired so dearly.

You were like the wind on the beach- free, clean, and fresh in comparison to the stale air of old mansions and stuffy networking events.

She wondered how your eyes would light up when she came back, and furthermore when she showed you the new pieces she had been working on.

Especially the fact that she had been practicing how to draw faces better.

Starting with yours.

“—But of course, her studies do come first, but I’m sure she could spare some time, so she and my son could—“

She rolled her eyes discreetly. She was so sick of these false, strategic friendships with the spoiled, vain, grown children of diplomats:

She was one of them, after all. She knew what could lurk beneath the veneer of perfection.

Smile when journalists bark and hound , pose when the cameras probe, and make nice with whoever provides the best optics at the moment.

It was exhausting.

She had seen the article about you before you had met. She often kept up with the local news of the places she visited for long stretches of time.

Your art caught her eye before your picture did.

There was something so dynamic, and passionate about it, even simply seeing it secondhand through her phone screen. Like dreams put to page, or like raw emotion finally processed.

Flawed, real; human, above all else.

She became something of a fan, rather quickly.

When she said she was pleased to meet you, after having met the intriguing artist in the flesh— it was one of the rare times that semester she had said it to someone and actually meant it.

In you she had found her very own, real, friend.

She kept that to herself, almost out of a fear that something or someone would keep you away if she were too open about it. After all, her status did come with burdens she’d never want you to shoulder.

But never in her life did she think she would yearn for school so badly.

But here she was. Dreaming of essays and late nights in your dorm living room that was the size of her closet. With no expectations, no facade to uphold.

A greedy part of her wanted to keep those moments all to herself, hidden away from the eyes of the world. To hide away with you for as long as possible in the little bubble of your cozy room.

Just her, her favorite artist, and her own pencil.

A landscape to hold your portraits.

She could not be greedy, and wouldn’t dare interfere with your social habits.

You were like the clean wind of the ocean. She could not harness you, even if she truly desired it.

So close, against her skin; but ultimately out of reach.

She smiled at the old man across the table as she texted you back discreetly, her face unchanging despite her disgust with the old coot’s leering gaze.

“Mel darling, what do you think? I’m sure you and his son would get along quite well” 

Her mother’s scheming tone did not go unnoticed.

Another inevitable photo op. Another political pawn on a chessboard.

She smiled at the old man across the table as she texted you back discreetly, her face unchanging despite her disgust with the old coot’s leering gaze.

“…of course mother, one can never have too many friends…” she responded, coolly and with her usually elegant flair as she hit send on her message.

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Messages: Maestro💛🎨

Mel✨👑: I will💛 I may need some prayers from you as well 🫠💫

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[writingdotcoffee]

The Morning Pages Challenge

You may have heard of morning pages before. It's a type of journaling habit popularised by Julia Cameron's The Artist's Way.

The idea is to finish three pages of raw, stream-of-consciousness writing as the first thing after waking up. These are not meant for publication. There's no goal except for getting three pages done (about 750 words).

Some people write about the characters in the story they're working on. Some reflect on what happened yesterday. Others write about their day ahead, and what they want to accomplish.

As Julia Cameron says, "Do not over-think Morning Pages: just put three pages of anything on the page."

It's a wonderful habit. It takes no more than 30 minutes and sets you up for the day. Writing 750 words forces you to confront what is on your mind as soon as you wake up. Instead of avoiding it, postponing it or distracting yourself with busywork, morning pages create a safe space to reflect on what's important to you.

I've also found that morning pages get your writing brain going. It's not quite the same as working on something you intend to publish, but it's a fantastic warmup routine.

The Challenge

If you've never tried writing first thing in the morning, this week's challenge is your chance. Try morning pages at least once this week. Write 750 words about anything as soon as you wake up. Don't overthink it.

If you'd like some extra accountability, I set up a challenge in Writing Analytics to track your progress. Here's the link to join:

https://app.writinganalytics.co/challenge/649aa5da9af88d75b992668e

Happy writing!

[tavyliasin]

Forbidden Papers - Drabble~

A short Raphael/Haarlep warmup from earlier - not too spicy, but there might be a little hint of a callout to those of us who fill our pages with art and fiction of our beloved fiends~ It was meant to be shorter, but as often happens when I start writing dialogue for these two they just took over and I had 350 words in a 15 minute sprint (my average is 200-250 usually). So, some mild smut below the cut, and if you feel like continuing from where this leaves off please be my guest and reblog with your additions! (Also I forgot to mention, Raphael is in cambion form here, but is still just half an inch shorter than Haarlep because it's funnier that way~)

Raphael pushed his glasses back up his nose to meet the crinkle above the bridge that began at his brow. The pages before him were unceremoniously slammed back to the desk with a heavy sigh, his hand moving up in a vain attempt to iron out his frown. “Oh dear, Archduke, are mere mortal words enough to vex you now? Here I thought you ready to take over all nine hells, a rule that will last eternally under a tight fist.” The smirking incubus peered over his shoulder, snatching a page from the top of the stack before the cambion could relax. “Ah, well I see there certainly is something to do with a fist here~” “Do not try my patience, Harlot, you will find it thinner than your control over your libido.” Raphael gave up on that page, quickly dismissing the others to some unseen locked drawer with a swift wave of his hand. “I thought these were some of your contracts? You gave them the inspiration to write, to create art, and…” Haarlep stifled another laugh a little too slowly. “You have to let me meet some of these clients. They are quite fascinating~” The cambion seemed to have a change of heart about letting the mocking incubus keep even a single page, swiftly standing and turning to grab it from crimson fingers, knocking his chair to the floor in the process. Unfortunately for him, his reach was just a fraction too short as Haarlep held it aloft, their other hand coming to grip his chin. “Remember your place, Master. You are in your House, but my room.” Their talons dug in to his skin, blood pricking along his jawline. “I’ve been needing some new reading material, won’t you bring more back for me?~” Their tone changed from threatening to saccharine in an instant, not dissimilar to how Raphael’s own voice would switch around manipulations with his clients. “Absolutely not.” “I’ll make it worth your while~” They punctuated the promise with a kiss, quickly deepening it to catch his tongue before he could utter any further protest, delighting at how swiftly he began to soften as he gave in to the lust. Their grip on his chin eased to a caress, drifting up his cheek, coming to rest with their fingers entwined in his hair. A lie of affection that was not to last long. The grip tightened, pulling on his hair to drag greedy lips away from their kiss once more. “Now, bring me plenty more of this,” they waved the paper in the air above them, “or I will keep you from pleasure’s bliss until you do.” Raphael looked about to complain, the crinkle at the bridge of his nose returning…but he soon relented. Pages appeared in his hand with a curl of heatless flames. “Fail to satisfy me and you will get no more than this.” “Fail? Me?” Haarlep did not hold back their laugh this time, wings rising behind them as a silent threat. “You are simply adorable, Archduke. Now, I suggest you remove everything from that desk that you do not wish to be broken, then place yourself upon it.”

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The Shadows of Our Love |7|

Chapter 7 | In the Shadow of Quidditch

Pair: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: Sebastian and Y/n have their first conversation

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3k

a/n: picture not mine, all credit to the creator

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Chapter 6 - Series Masterlist - Navigation - Chapter 8

This was impossible. How anyone could do this for a living was beyond you, you thought- staring down at the piece of parchment in your hand that you couldn’t read. You could discern a letter here or there, but nothing that could form a sentence.

Pure regret went through you, how could you be so bold as to sign up for a class that you had absolutely no experience in? Actually, that wasn’t true- last year on your quests and during the trials for the keepers, ancient runes were everywhere. But that wasn’t this. Not at all.

You needed this- just in case- you wanted to know what it meant in the small chance that you might need to in the future. You glared at the Ancient Runes Made Easy book made for third years, that was the earliest year that was allowed to take the class, which mostly all of your friends had.

You tossed the paper aside and slid the chair out from under the table you were sitting on, it made a loud screeching sound that earned you a couple of annoyed looks from other students in the library who were trying hard to study. You slipped the paper into the textbook to mark your page, packing your quill and the book into your bag as you walked out into Central Hall.

When you had looked at the longcase clock in the Library it had read 1:37, you had studied all morning, went to lunch, and finished as fast as you could to study- now you were burnt out. You knew that Quidditch tryouts started at 1, that would be a fine enough distraction, Imelda would surely appreciate it as well.

You floo flamed to the field and walked a bit to the bleachers, there was a slight chill in the air that you were glad you chose to wear your warm pants and grey long-sleeve cropped sweater over your grey shirt and black corset with your brown leather boots.

You spotted Garreth with Poppy and Samantha. Everett was trying out, and so were Leander and Nellie. On the opposite side of the bleachers were Sebastian and Ominis, and a couple of rows above them were Violet and Grace. They were probably there to support Imelda.

“Look who finally made it!” Garreth exclaimed the moment he saw you and Poppy smiled your way, patting the empty spot next to her. You took it, part of you felt a little traitorous at sitting with the enemy, but it beat being around Sebastian who would only ignore you, and Ominis who would play the mediator and you weren’t close with Violet or Grace so sitting with your warm-hearted friends trumped the guilt.

The captains made the players line up and began the warmups, as you watched them you couldn’t believe Imelda wanted you to join in on this type of torture, granted you went through some pretty strenuous activities before, and all that was because you had to do what you had to do. This, on the other hand, she was putting herself through willingly.

You cheered on the sidelines for your roommate, while the others wooed and clapped for whoever else they came here for.

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It was dark by the time teams got picked.

Everett, Nellie, and Imelda stayed behind with Madame Kogawa and the Captains to discuss the rules and such. The rest of you all left, not bothering to stick around to hear logistics.

You, Garreth, and Poppy intertwined your hands and walked up the path to the long bridge, swinging them in sync like triplets.

Poppy gasped, and felt for something around her neck, “I forgot my grandmother's scarf!”

“Go, we’ll wait for you,” You encouraged.

She shook her head, “Go ahead, I won’t be alone.”

“You sure?” Garreth asked her in concern. She nodded and skipped back downhill, weaving past the other student that was coming up. You released Garreth’s hand now that it was just the two of you, you looked upward to the several steps still left to go to the bridge and looked at Garreth with a pleading face.

“Piggyback ride?” He asked for confirmation. You nodded with a wide smile, he positioned himself in front of you, crouching for you. In a swift hop you were on his back, his hands behind your thighs, your arms around his neck. “Not too tight,” He strained.

“Sorry,” You loosened your hold and he began to climb.

With you on his back, it took a little longer than necessary in getting to the bridge, once he officially got to the top he dropped his hand from you.

Exhaling and shaking out his arms, “I’m not one to comment on someone’s weight-”

“Don’t you dare,” you warned.

“That was a workout.”

“One that was needed then,” You crossed your arms and put your weight on your hip. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be complaining.”

He stuck his tongue out at you, and you pushed his face away from you, giggling.

“What a lovely couple they make, don’t you think?” The cheery feminine voice of your roommate, Grace, came up the steps.

You were tripped forward into Garreth by a strong brush of an arm that walked past you and under the shelter of the bridge. You whipped your head to see who the culprit was.

Sebastian responded in his distinct highland accent in a low murmur, “Absolutely adorable.”

“You okay?” Garreth asked his hands on your forearms from steadying you.

You nodded with your jaw clenched, “I’m fine, go on ahead.” You give him a promising smile.

Sebastian seemed to have said the same with Grace and waited a couple of paces ahead of you and Garreth. The redhead ruffled your hair, risking a glare from Sebastian, “Catch you later, Y/n/n.”

“Y/n/n?” Sebastian scoffs at the shortening of your name- the nickname- Garreth got used to calling you.

“Is there a problem?” You cross your arms, standing in front of him, when he didn’t respond you continued, “I shouldn’t think that there is one considering you’ve hardly spoken more than a handful of words to me- you’re only ever rude to me whenever you do.”

His jaw ticks, “You’re right, there is no problem.”

He storms off walking a couple of more meters further in, still not close enough to the courtyard. A few students walk past, and you follow him. “Bullshit, Sebastian. No word from you all summer, save for one measly letter, most all our classes are together and hardly ever cordial. What is going on with you?”

“Perhaps your time with Weasley has muddled your brain, Y/n, we don’t have to talk all the time. I don’t have to talk to you,” He seethed.

“Talking is what friends do!”

“What gave you the impression that we are friends?” The tone, his words- they hit you like a punch.

You took a step back, “What?”

“Let me put this to you plainly, since it’s obvious your mind is not up to par, I mean you can barely block a non-verbal,” He breathed out a chuckle. “We are not friends.”

Your features hardened, “Last year never happened then? What you said to me, the letter you wrote. That was it then? I was just a tool for you to use so that you can save Anne and cast aside when you were done.”

He flinched when you spoke her name but didn’t say anything else as he stared into your soul, devoid of any emotion you can decipher.

“Answer me!” You shouted, close to tears, and you refused to let them out. You refused to show him that he hurt you.

“Yes, you were.” He took half a step close, his head down, “I am only sorry for not being candid with you the moment I was done. I thought it would be easier if I told you what I thought you wanted to hear.”

Thought it would be easier. What you wanted to hear.

There was your answer, “Have a nice life, Sebastian.”

You hold it together as you walked the opposite way from the castle, going deep into the forest, the only way you knew how to let everything out.

~~~

Chapter 8

Taglist:

@vanivivs - @aqueennia - @wt-fxck - @therealppboy

[shewhowas39]

"I Should Be Good At This" - for avalost

so this month there's a fandom event - @bg3-apprecimaytion - where creators are encouraged tos how their love for some of their favorite fellow fandom creators! i've got a couple of pieces planned for this month but i wanted to start with this one for @avalost and her durgestarion fic, Judgment.

i've really enjoyed this fic so far. it's post-canon, it's got villain Petras, my boy He Who Was makes an appearance - it's great. so i decided to write a little drabble with her OC, Nyssa, and Astarion. i know there's a prompt list, but I had an idea in mind already so i went rogue.

here's the ao3 link for those who prefer to read there.

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I Should Be Good At This

(for avalost)

She had it this time. Every time before had been practice, a warmup. They didn’t count. This was the first real attempt.

Nyssa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, she pulled the bowstring back, aimed, and let the arrow fly. It sailed through the air…and right past the apple she had been aiming for. 

“Hells.” 

“You’re really determined to use that thing, aren’t you?” Astarion looked up from the book he was reading. He sat next to the fire, flipping the pages of a tome Halsin had leant him during their stop in the Healing Lands.  “It’s admirable, darling. It’s always good to learn a new skill, but I’m not certain right now - on the road, on our way to the underdark - is the best time to be learning.”

“I shouldn’t need to learn!” Nyssa insisted. “I’m an elf! I am meant to be good at this!”

“You’re also a Bhaalspawn meant to be good at murder. But based the last ten shots you’ve fired - and that perfectly untouched apple - I don’t know that you could kill anything with a bow.”

“You aren’t helping.”

Astarion looked at Nyssa for a long moment before closing his book and setting it aside. “All right. I can help.” He stood up and walked over to the tree stump where the apple had been placed as a target.  He picked up the apple, examining it for a moment, and then nodded.

“Astarion, what are you doing?”

“Helping.” He placed the apple on his head. “Perhaps all you need is a little pressure.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Go on. Shoot the apple off my head.”

Nyssa’s jaw dropped and she shook her head. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come now, love, Worst case scenario, you take my eye out. But considering how close to the target you’d need to get, that seems unlikely.”

“Are you enjoying being an ass?”

“I am!” He smirked, all crooked and smug. 

Nyssa couldn’t help but relax a little. He’d been unusually quiet and tense since they had left Baldur’s Gate. He hadn’t even acknowledged why they were on their way to the Underdark. And it felt like every conversation theyd had had turned very serious. Seeing him having fun - even if it was a little at her expense - was nice.

“Fine.” She strung another arrow and lifted her bow. “But it’s your funeral… Second funeral, I suppose.”

“Now, darling, don’t be defeatist. Assuming you’ll kill me is already assuming you’ll miss the apple.” 

“Hush. I’m concentrating.”

Astarion closed his mouth, but he was still looking terribly smug. Despite this, Nyssa didn’t want to put out one of her lover’s eyes, so she tried to aim as carefully as she could. Another deep breath. Another pull of the string…

The arrow flew.

And then Astarion screamed.

He fell to his knees, clutching at his side, as the apple toppled from his head. The arrow had gone lower than she’d meant. Lower than his face, too. Nyssa couldn’t see exactly where it had hit him, but she heard the arrow’s thud as it embedded itself into a tree several feet behind him. 

“Astarion!” Nyssa dropped the bow and ran over to him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Astarion laid on his side, both hands pressed below his ribs as he groaned and writhed in pain. “I take it back,” he said through gritted teeth. “You are good at murder with that bloody thing. Gods below.”

“Let me see it,” Nyssa said, kneeling beside him. She gently coaxed him into moving his hands, surprised to find blood had not yet soaked his shirt.  She pushed the hem up, preparing to be faced with a terrible wound she’d need to stitch up.

But it was barely a wound at all. A thin, red scratch ran along his pale flesh. The tiniest trickle of blood slipped from the cut, which was really more like a scratch.

“Hells, Astarion, you had me scared! It barely grazed you!”

“It hurts though!” he whined, and Nyssa almost laughed because she’s pretty sure he’s only exaggerating a little. 

“Perhaps a year in the city has made us softer than I realized.”  Nyssa stood up and went to grab the dozen or so arrows that were now scattered among the trees.  “I think that’s enough target practice for the night.”

When she returned to the campfire, Astarion was no longer whining on the ground. He walked over to Nyssa, taking the arrows and putting them back into her dropped quiver, before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. “I’m fine,” he assured her.

“I know,” Nyssa said. “I am sorry, though.”

“Don’t be. I’m the one who talked you into it. I deserved it.” He kissed her forehead. “I know you’re hesitant to use magic, and I understand why. But you’re not going to be a brilliant archer overnight, my dear.” 

Nyssa huffed with frustration, but she knew he was right. Even if she refused to admit it.

Astarion tugged on a strand of red-black hair that had come loose from her bun. “I’ll help you, if you ask nicely.” 

“I’ll consider it.” 

Astarion grinned at that. He leaned in and whispered, “I do know one thing that you’re very good at, darling. If you’d like a little confidence boost.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

He kissed her neck, his fangs grazing her skin, before his mouth moved up to her jaw and around to her mouth. The kiss was deep and slow, and Astarion didn’t break it even as he began walking backward, tugging Nyssa along with him as he led them back toward their tent.

Tomorrow would mean another long night of travel. Another night of target practice as Nyssa tried to find a way to fight without risking the harm of her unstable magic. They were getting closer and closer to the Underdark and Petras.

But tonight, at least, Nyssa would find comfort and joy in her lover’s arms. Her smug, dramatic, infuriating, beautiful lover’s arms. 

And maybe that was its own magic. 

[luvmmarner]

Mitch Marner - Undelivered

(gif not mine) I loved writing this for some reason. I hope you enjoy it! <3 WC: 3000 (probably the most I've done idk)

Did you enjoy this fic? Consider joining my TAGLIST -- You didn't want to end your relationship with Mitch. The two of you knew you were not meant to be together. Your lives were completely different, he lived the hockey lifestyle and you planned to travel the world. Those two careers are not compatible with each other. 

Thus, you made the decision you least wanted to make. It was sad that you broke up, but it seemed that you two were on the same page. As a result, you committed to keeping in touch whenever possible.

You continued to show up to a few of his hockey games to show your support. You normally buy it by the glass so he can see you. Of course, that wasn't always the case. That's because it set you back a lot of money.

However whenever you did purchase a ticket to sit directly in front of the glass. Habitually, you could count on him to give you a kind nod or wave as he passed by.

– 

It was a Saturday, which meant it was game night for the Maple Leafs. You already had a ticket because this was going to be your last game. Before going on and traveling the world. You made the decision to get a glass ticket so that you could watch him play and then say your goodbyes.

As 6:00 hit. You were able to enter the gates and pass through the security system. You made the decision to get some popcorn before returning to your seat to wait for the warmup to begin.

Eventually, after a long wait. One by one, they stepped onto the ice. Marner was the last one to step on the ice. The thought that he had previously been yours caused your heart to race. 

As a lot of time went by, you noticed that he didn't even look at you or smile like he used to. He didn't even stop and lean his back against the glass like he usually did – when you had a glass ticket.

When the warmup was over, you were left in a state of confusion. Was he trying to avoid you? If so, why? You obviously didn't do anything. You went to most of his games, and he didn't seem to mind at all. He always tried looking for you, even when there were a lot of people in the stands. It wasn't as if he couldn't see you because he definitely did - he skated right by you a few times.

The game ended 5-2 with Mitch getting 3 points and the #1 star. Once again during that whole game, he didn’t even look at you. As you packed up the stuff that you took to that game and threw your uneaten food in the garbage. You decided to leave and hang outside the arena to shoot him a message. 

As soon as you sent that text, the delivery indicator did not appear. You let out a long, drawn-out sigh. It was as straightforward as that; he blocked you. You called him in an effort to perhaps debunk it, but the call went directly to voice mail.

He blocked you and that’s why he didn’t look at you at all at the game. You knew it was for the best. Your paths were never supposed to cross anyways. He was a hockey player and you were going on to explore the world. It was never meant to be, but it still sent a sting to your heart.

[itsgirlcraft]

Dawg it's 10pm and I spent 4 hours on this 💀 chat how am I supposed to explain this one- there's so much loreeeeeee AAAAAAA-

(Edit: explanation is now under the cut)

Okay I'm done being dramatic. Yeah took 4 hours drawing plus ~4 hours of research.

Anywaysssss-

I combined the last 3 days of Stevetember I have left, 28: fight, 24: musical, and 23: paradise. Used my RQ Roleswap AU combined with lyrics from Epic: the musical.

So first the "warmup" drawing, where I designed Sabre's dual timeline casual/"mortal" form. Only marginally related to the prompts, mostly just for reference.

No I'm not explaining all dat lmao. I will tmrw (probably) just bc I am very excited by this.

And then here's the main page:

The one on the right is for fight, the one on the left is for paradise. Both depict Sabre. The left has RQ Time, Rainbow, Dark, and Red from the first episodes of RQ. Sabre is putting up the shield/magic barrier above him, and saying the lyrics on the bottom half to the Steves, trying to convince them to stay. Someone else is saying the lyrics on the top half to Sabre in the right drawing, talking about using the darkness/AU crystals to fight back.

Have fun questioning that with no context! Try my YouTube channel community posts if you seek answers, I guess!

Hrrnkk shoo mimimimi, I'm going to bed 😴

...

Heyyyy fuckers guess who's back!! >:3

I don't think I've explained this AU much anywhere around here, so I've got plentyyyyy of content to fish out!! :P

Letssssss seeeeeeeee~

This AU is more or less about changing unrecognizably, healing, fate/repeating history, and loops. It all begins after Sabre has spent years alone with Origin, teaching him and growing together. Sabre had changed over the years - into his god form, with wings and animalistic legs and antlers upon which crystals grow. His first god form is mostly green and white. Technically, he has 3 god forms and 3 "mortal" forms.

I've had the AU for awhile before I listened to Epic, but the musical has inspired me to create for it, as well as consider the overarching themes!! So the first drawing, the dual timeline "mortal" form, is basically Sabre at the end of the au, as he becomes a fused form of the swap and og timelines' versions of himself. His crazy outfit is made of bits and bobs from people he meets, sometimes he adds stuff inspired by people around him, but a lot is just gifts he's recieved. He has a goopy Darkness horn and a sharp crystal horn, and a fluffy colorful tail and a sharp black tail. His eyes depict his former infection of crystals/darkness.

Drawing 2, in the upper right with Sabre's arms out in front of him, is meant to be him midway thru act 1. Where he willingly infects himself with the crystals, which are like the darkness, in order to be able to fight Rainbow (who created the infectious crystals, aka the Void of the timeline). Crystal/Shadow Sabres would probably be saying the lyrics to him.

Drawing 3, with the big barrier sigil over Sabre and the Steves, is based on act 6 of the au. He gets the Hypbo variants to help him create the barrier sigil to keep the Steves from changing unexpectedly due to the strange nature of their timeline (its Complicated, but the world is basically changing in accordance w/ the og timeline w/o anyone doing anything). This barrier, as well as the smaller, jewelry-based variants, protects them from time/space basically going by quickly. However, Sabre's insistence on keeping everyone from changing can be seen as almost manipulative, which is why he's saying the lyrics there. He can't give them the choice, not when the world is changing them without them actually doing anything. But by keeping them inside the barrier, he's refusing to let them experience it. So uh...yeah. Complicated.

Edit: Okay I got REALLY ramble-ly, so, THIS part below is the main au explanation, a new post will have the full ramble.

Origin had started creating the Steves, and becoming an independent young man. Sabre knew he wouldn't need his guidance much longer, and he couldn't reveal his true identity to the first Steves. But he hoped, maybe, something may come along and take him away. The loop, age, something. Nothing came - he realized he had to do the leaving. He worked towards creating a portal, which would close behind him. Somewhere unknown.

He wound up in the RQ Roleswap timeline - in episode 32, aka the pig episode. So already partway through the first season. He retained all his memories - and so he knew what had to do. He had to change history, and change everyone's fate. Most importantly...Orange Steve's. He can't let this all fall down again. He had to unite them all, before bringing about any heroes. He had to support everyone, give everyone room to breathe, treat them all with the love they may not deserve, but that they need. He needed to greet the world with open arms.

Heh, Epic reference :>

Anyways, yeah. That's the basis of the AU - Sabre uses his memories/experience (and carefully constructed journals) to change fate and lead with love. He goes on to warn the Steves of the future, their fates, and their choice to follow it or not. Despite his new outlook on life, he knows he isn't perfect - his past haunts his every calculated move. He tries to just experience reality as it is, but slowly that alienates him in a different way - people are so surprised to hear his thoughts behind all of it that many look up to him. All he really wants is to give everyone a choice in their fate - even his enemies - and appreciate what he has, and had, in this moment. And that mindful, kind mindset puts some people in awe.

Edit: ...okay, I ended up rambling severely after this, so I'll make a new post for that. But here, have these bits.

In the roleswap timeline, Sabre looks more like Shadow Sabre, while Crystal Sabre (the Shabre of the timeline) is brightly colored. The crystals replace the darkness, being amalgamations of infectious gems, so bright they can set things ablaze with sunlight. Sigils are the new crystals, being darker colored just like the main color Steves. In this world, the shadows are comforting and kind, while the light is deadly and violent. (Though no, they aren't really nocturnal...I might change that eventually). Naturally, the Steves have dark skin tones and eyes, looking all too much like the darkness infected. Similar can be said of the og timeline in comparison to the Crystal infected, though ofc the infections are a lot more frightening. You could consider it to be the first stage of infection, I guess.

Sabre's, the main, FIRST Sabre's, story is split into several acts. Act 1: changing fate, where he repeats RQ with a new ending. Act 2: old friends, where he returns to the og timeline, and defeats TFC/swap Origin with his newest god form. Act 3: reliving history, where Sabre mentors Colle through his swapped timeline. Act 4: domain expansion, in which Sabre discovers the multiverse and is determined to save EVERYONE from evil. Act 5: returning home, in which Sabre, now caring for a whole multiverse, finally creates a portal to Earth, but has he changed too much? Act 6: doubled over, another shitpost idea made canon, in which Sabre gets stuck in a version of the RQ timeline which has both the og and swap versions, where the world is changing quickly, mimicking the og story, and where Sabre's desire to give everyone a choice in fate is tested.

Final edit: I spent TWO HOURS fuckin writing this and trying to keep in from getting ramble-ly. You don't wanna see how ridiculous this could've been

[puddlepenguin]

Just a friendly reminder that:

your art warmups dont need to be coherent in any way shape or form.

Their only purpose is to get your wrist/arm ready to make summ, so if your doodles aren’t as great as you want them to be- remember, theyre just that- doodles and/or a warmup.

Sketchbooks are made to be messy, not every page needs to be a masterpiece or a portfolio-ready work. Whatevers on your mind, plop it down without a care in the world. Nobodys going to see it unless you explicitly choose to show it.

We all have bad days in which none of our art is working, i suggest doing a couple of studies or mindless doodles if thats what you want to do.

Taking breaks from art is perfectly valid and there should be no pressure to make art. Its meant to be fun. Dont stress too much, and make sure to take care of yourself