#token and 2 sketches

[hceinarchive]

portrait for the inquisition please hold still for 6 hours

[vampirecatprince]

Will we remain stuck in the throat of gods?

Will the pain stop if we go deeper?

[reallemonmeat]

never stop drawing

[dworkism]

𐙚⋆° — reparation

pairings : hanta s. x gn!reader

warnings : i made this story from a dream i had guys pls pls sorry if its bad, reader is in support course :0, slowww buuurrnn, kind of IMPLIED but not explicitly said to be fem!reader (they just hang out a lot with the girls cause yea), LOTS of dialogue, and SWEARING , suicide joke SORRY

a/n : IM SORRY I MAKE SO MANY HANTA STUFF ZZZZZ i think i'll make eijiro next cAUSE this was kinda based off of this

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The Sports Festival was the first time you saw him. That lopsided grin present as his name flashed on the screen. Your first thought was how funny he looked. Sure, he’s cute, but those elbows are such a characteristic. You couldn’t help but snicker a bit. Seeing him get absolutely devoured by a certain two-tone haired, yet that smile persisted, as if it’s a stubborn stain, refusing to be washed away. 

You remember that time, texting Kyoka about it.

[ 12:30 ] you : was that guy from your class lol [ 12:30 ] you : he’s kinda cute :P 

And maybe that was the trigger point. 

When Higari asked your class to create a gear design based off of a quirk, you didn’t sketch out a gear for yourself, or a pro-hero, no. Maybe it was just inspiration, or maybe just admiration; but you made a gear based off of him. The page is still stuck in your notebook until now, complete with little notes of each parts’ functions and whatnot. Even Higari himself nodded in approval. Yet the gear never came to life.

Or so you thought.

It was the middle of the semester when students in the heroics course started flooding the workshop. Around that time Mei seemed to work tirelessly day and night from how many requests she’s gotten from them. You were not much different, although the requests sent to you were quite a bit easier. Then one morning, that same lanky figure, lazing grin and laid back voice was present. In flesh, Hanta Sero. 

His first awkward greeting to you was when you were carefully screwing shut a small contraption. 

“Hey uh…” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck while his other hand was holding something, like scraps of metal or something.

“C-can you help me uh… fix this?” His grin grew, a look of guilt present in his face, mixed with sheepishness. 

Your face contorted to confusion, brows stitched together while you attempted to figure out what was supposed to be fixed when all he held out was scraps of metals and screws. 

With a sigh, you lifted up your goggles, and said; “I can’t fix scraps,���

“I’ll just make you a new one. Just describe to me what your gear’s supposed to do.” You chuckled, hands already snaking to the table to grab your notebook and pen.

And now here you are. Second year, second semester. You had grown close with the girls in the heroics course, especially Mina and Kendo, since they visit the workshop a little bit too often.

It was lunch time, you sat with the girls from 2-A, chattering and laughing about.

“How about you, y/n?” Tooru’s voice chimed through your daze. “You never tell us anything!”

You raised your eyebrows in interest, a hum to respond. 

Tooru giggled, “You never tell us who you’ve got your eyes on! Come onn, there’s gotta be someone, right?”

You blinked. 

Someone..?

You huffed a chuckle, “Nah, probably someone soldering iron right now.” 

But then your mind flickered to that one page in your notebook. That lazy grin and those cheesy jokes he’d throw around while you measured his elbows, and how you’ve somehow memorized his blazer’s smell that always reeked of tangerines. Or maybe how he sometimes would bring your favorite snack with him, giving it to you as a token of gratitude.

Your eyes fell to your tray, your lunch still half eaten while your chopsticks hovered over your rice. “I dunno,” You shrugged. “M’ not really thinking of that stuff right now,” 

Mina whined, “See? I told you! It’s hard to get y/n’s mouth to open about these kinds of stuff!” 

A smirk tugged at your lips as you took a portion of rice into your mouth, chuckling at her acts. 

༉‧₊˚.

You hummed to the song playing in the workshop as you carefully placed a small chip into the gear laid in front of you. A small tweezer pinched in your hand as you slowly descended the small piece, only for the door to open with an ear-cracking holler.

“yyyyy/nnnnn” Hanta’s voice whined, his feet dragging him to your desk.

“My gear broke, again! Such horror…” He dramatically collapsed himself, placing a hand on his forehead as he handed out his wrecked gear.

You stifled back a laugh, rolling your eyes as you focused your attention on the gear on your desk again, carefully placing the chip.

“You do this every week like it’s a routine,” You chuckled.

He gasped, placing his hand on his chest. “Foul creature!” 

He stood up, pointing his finger to the sky while his lips twitched to a smile. “I must tell you, this gear is simply not able to contain my true power!” 

“Falling down the stairs is not true power, Han.” You grinned, screwing shut the gear as you examined it one last time.

“...Okay, fine I dropped it.” He huffed, “But it just means your work needs to be evaluated!” He argued, pacing back and forth as if lecturing you.

“You’re one to talk,” You snorted, setting aside the small gear to a box before turning your chair to face him, to face his stupidly grinning face.

He laughed, getting on his knees as he handed the gear on his palms to you like it’s an offering. “Pleaseeee, pleaseee, fix this, pleaasee?” 

With a roll of your eyes, you snatched the gear, placing it on your desk for the umpteenth time, your hands already readying the same screws, bolts, and everything the gear needed, already embedded into your memory like it’s your mother’s recipe. “I don’t even have to ask what’s broken anymore, Han, it’s that often.”

“Hey, it makes your job easier, riigghtt?” He nudged your shoulder. “Besides, it gives me an excuse to see you, don’t you miss me sometimes?” He asked, pulling a chair to sit.

You smiled, hands pausing on the gears casing as you were unscrewing it. 

“I guess,” You mumbled.

He chuckled, the sound coming out more like a shriek more than anything. 

“I gueeess” He imitated, you can even hear him sticking out his tongue at you. “Lying is bad y/n. Admit it. Your workshop feels dead without me,” 

“I like the quietness better, actually.”

He giggled, “Ouch, man, here I thought we were long lost siblings.” With a creak of the chair, he leaned to your desk, eyeing you from the side. “I’ll pay you back, ‘kay?”

“With what?” You chuckled, eyes fixed on the gear. 

“Banana milk,” He snickered, “And maybe if I’m feeling generous I’ll also buy you those steamed cakes you always eat since our first year.” 

“The fuck?” You snorted. “You remember that?”

He pssh’ed, “Duh?”

“You eat that shit like it’s a reward every time you’re done with like… five gears or something,”

Glancing sideways, you couldn’t stop the grin tugging at your lips. “You’re weird.”

“You love me,” He teased, pushing himself to stand up from the chair. “Those steam cakes are ass, you’re weird.” 

You mumbled a mock to him, sticking out your tongue as you reached out to grab a mold from the drawer. 

His steps receded as he laughed, hands buried in his pocket while he walked backwards towards the door.

“I’ll get the original flavour,” He yelled. “Byeeee,” 

Clack.

An hour and thirty minutes.

It took an hour and thirty minutes for you to finish that damned gear. To be exact, an hour and thirty minutes after you’ve finished the other gears before that. With a small groan, you stretched your arms above your head, your body’s slouch finally stretched out to fix your posture. 

07:30 P.M. — The clock blinked, red bold digital numbers as if reminding you to stop and close the workshop for the day. So you did. 

With a soft click, you locked the workshop’s doors, sighing softly to yourself while your other hand clutched your bag, keeping it on your shoulder. The floors of the building squeaked with the rubber soles of your shoes as you dragged your feet, echoing against the empty building.

Tucked away carefully in your bag was the reason. His gear, you even painted it in his signature colors; white, black, and yellow. Maybe that was the reason your clothes smelled like fresh paint all over, but you didn’t mind. You’d stuck a small note on it, written in your handwriting;

‘Don’t break this one >:(‘

The conversation from earlier rang in your mind again. Tooru’s sweet voice chiming that casual question, but somehow it bugs you a bit. “Come onn, there’s gotta be someone, right?”

Someone.

You chuckled softly to yourself as you mindlessly made your way to his class, no need to remind you again; his desk was third from the back, second from the right. 

With a small noise, you placed down the gears, securing it into his drawer before you silently made your way out of the dark, empty classroom, then making your way to your dorm. 

༉‧₊˚.

“Jeez,” Hanta muttered in awe, carefully examining the gears now resting on top of his desk. His grin grew as he saw the note, an expression—that of amazed and amused. His thumb grazed carefully over it, as if afraid to smudge it. 

Even the colors were spot on, too, his colors. Small details you had implanted to the gear—maybe it was to ensure that he doesn’t break it again, or maybe it was just your way of evaluating your work. Either way, he finds himself grinning from ear to ear as he chuckles, looking at his newly fixed gear. You’d put an additional hole on the strap so he can adjust it more accordingly, the edges were smoothed out so that it sits comfortably on his arms.

“Shut up,” He laughed, the sound coming out more gentle—awestruck, adoring.

༉‧₊˚.

Knock knock knock! — The workshop door opened slightly, creaking as a shuffling sound made its way into the room. He’s right behind me, isn’t he.

“Moooorning,” He sang out, shaking the plastic bag in front of you. 

“Banana milk, and steamed cake. Just how my favorite mechanic likes it.” He placed the bag beside your arm, “Yooouu’re welcome,” Pride laced his voice.

God, all you can do is smile, as you slowly peeked your hand into the plastic bag, peeking inside with the exact things he said. “You know you don’t have to do this aaall the time, right?”

“I know,” He shrugged, rocking back and forth on his heels. “But I wanna,” 

“...You’re just bribing me,”

“I’m for reeaaaalll”

“...Thanks, Han.” You hummed, smiling softly as you reached into the bag, unwrapping the small steamed cake. The plastic rustled against your fingers as you tried to open it.

“You suck at opening shit,” He snickered, snatching the cake from you, ripping it open before handing it back to you. “Hm, eat,”

You blinked at him, feigning offense. “I was getting there.” You said, chuckling. 

“Sure you were,” he teased, plopping down onto the nearest stool like he owned the place. “At the speed of a dying turtle.” The noise he made next was ugly. Imitating a grandma talking. 

“Screw off,” You giggled, sticking your tongue out at him but took a bite anyway.

He watched you, arms crossed and chin propped on the edge of the worktable, eyes all full of mischief and… something else. Quieter. Warmer.

“You should smile like that more often,” he said out of the blue, his smirk faded into a small smile.

Your chewing paused. “…Like what?”

He leaned back with a stretch. “Like you actually like me.”

You shot him a look. “Han—”

“Kiddingg!” he grinned, holding his hands up in surrender. “Juusst kidding.”

After a small pause, he spoke up, “I gotta go now, my first class is heroics,” Hanta smiled, slapping his palms to his knees as he stood up. 

With his hands in his pockets he walked to the door. “Byyyee, don’t miss me,”

“Oh, and finish the cake, it was super expensive.”

It had been like that for a little over a year now. He’d come to you, whining about his broken gear, begging on his knees for you to fix it—and every time you did so, you threatened him to never break it again or you’re not fixing it ever again. But that never happened. Every time he whined back to you, you’d fix it, no matter how much you groaned about it, you still fixed it for him. And he’d come to you the next morning to bring your favorites; always the same banana milk and steamed cake. 

And honestly? It stuck to you. It became a small little routine for you, something you’d grown used to. But today—after yesterday’s little chat at lunch—it felt special, somehow. It felt like he saw you, like he…

…cares about you. 

But that was just a silly thought. 

You snorted. 

Hanta’s nice. That’s what he is, nice, friendly. Welcoming to everyone, and you were no exception. 

༉‧₊˚.

God, these projects show no mercy. And if you weren’t that much of a procrastinator, maybe these wouldn’t be stacked up into a bundle that you had to finish by tomorrow. A small grumble left your lips as you tweaked the final blueprint, scratching down the stiff paper before huffing a small celebration, rolling it up to tuck it behind your desk. 

The clock showed the time—06:30 P.M.

Ugh. You missed your show again. With a small sigh, you stepped towards the door, rummaging through your pocket to ready the keys and lock the door. 

Clack. The door closed, the lock clicking softly as you turned it to the right, jingling before you stuffed it back into your pocket. 

“Like you actually like me.” His joke echoed. 

His joke.

You brushed it off, even though a small smile tugged on your lips as you adjusted your bag over your shoulder, steps light towards the exit. 

Wait. Is that…?

Standing by the gates was that same lanky figure, tall and lilt, hair slicked from the rain while his laugh echoed through it. You almost smiled, almost laughed at his face. Almost. Before you saw her. A small girl standing next to him, smiling so sweetly at him while his blazer was draped over her, fitting and perfect. The same blazer he usually draped over your shoulder when the workshop felt too cold, and he felt too warm. The one that had a small twinge of oil stuck to its cuff. The one that smelled like tangerines.

He said something. Something that made her laugh. And he smiled at that. He smiled at her laugh.

Like he was proud of it. 

You felt your chest twist. Scrunched up and stretched. The rain wasn’t making anything better. The fact that you’re tired and pent up from today made everything worse. 

So you ran. 

You ran past them, bag over your head as you picked up your pace, your face was wet, and cold, not just from the rain. You hoped he didn’t see you, didn’t see that grimace you had on your face, didn’t see the way you bit your lip. But you hoped he did. Hoped he saw you. 

The streets were blurry by the rain, thunder clapping above your head as you ran to the dorms. And you slipped. Slipped just enough to make you drop to your knees and scraped your palms. You groaned in frustration, in hurt.

So all this time you were just his fixer upper? Cool.

༉‧₊˚.

Two weeks.

It took him two weeks to notice something was wrong. Sure, you still fixed his gear, although he didn’t break them this time. Said they were ‘too pretty’ to be broken, but even that didn’t earn your usual witty remark, you just smiled faintly to him. 

But he brushed it off. 

Maybe you were just tired, maybe his trick of ‘breaking’ his gear was starting to piss you off. Maybe he needed a new excuse to see you other than fixing his gear. 

Maybe you were growing tired of him. Naaaahhh. No way, jose. 

You like his company, you enjoy being around him. He sees that, he sees you. 

…But why were you pulling away? Did he say something? Okay maybe he did throw a small offensive joke. But you always laughed at that! So what was wrong? What was so wrong that you’re not even laughing at his jokes? His actions? Him?

Okay, fine. Whatever. Maybe you just needed some space. 

So he gave you that. 

But the moment he came into the workshop shaking your usual banana milk and steamed cake combo, and you rejected that? 

“I’m good, Han. Thanks.” You replied. Blunt, short, precise, to-the-motherfucking-point.

Oh he screwed up. He screwed something up. 

“Oh, uh..”

“Okay, I’ll uh… give this to Denks then, dude eats everything.” He chuckled awkwardly, the plastic rustling by his side.

“Mhm, okay.” 

Shiiiittt he’s so screwed. 

You didn’t even chuckle, and that’s how he knew.

༉‧₊˚.

“They hate me. They hate me so bad. I’m killing myself.” Hanta whined to his pillow, Kaminari perched by the edge of his bed.

“They didn’t even CHUCKLE at me, Den.” He groaned, his muffled voice cracking as he threw his arms up.

Kaminari sighed, arms folded as he glanced at the ravenette. “You’re being dramatic, Han.”

“No I’m not!” He protested, shooting up from his bed to sit up. “I’m not, okay? I just—I don’t know what I did, I just—...” He sighed, flopping back into his bed, groaning as he ran his hands over his face. “I don’t wanna lose them, Den..” He mumbled in a trembling voice.

“Then tell them that.” Kaminari shrugged, a chuckle on his lips as he scooted closer, patting Hanta’s thigh.

“...How?” He croaked back. “I don’t even know what I did wrong, dude I just…”

“Two weeks ago we were fine, I even made risky ass jokes to them and they laughed! And when I was lending that girl my blazer—”

Kaminari whistled. “Bingo.”

The bed shuffled as he sat up, head darting to Kaminari’s way while his mouth hung open. “Shit.”

“Go, Han.” 

༉‧₊˚.

The halls of UA had never felt so… suffocating. He’s been here before, like hours like these too. Just now he feels like he’s risking his life as he stares at the slightly cracked open door of the support course workshop. His steps felt heavy, like lead weights dragged through the ground, and his mouth felt dry, like water had never touched his tongue, and suddenly the plastic bag in his right hand felt too plastic-y. The faint tune of your favorite song was humming through the air, as well as the consistent whir of the sanding machine. 

As he slowly pushed the door open, the creak felt loud—too loud. Loud enough for you to dart your eyes to the door and paused your hand. His throat fell dry, drier than before.

“H-hey,” He grinned. It felt too wide, too stiff. But he didn’t care.

You held your gaze on him for a moment, brows furrowed, and he swore even when he couldn’t see your eyes through your goggles, he felt your stare pierce through him. 

The sanding machine came to life again, louder this time as you ducked your head back to the gear in your hand. “Hey,” you mumbled back, not bothering to look at him.

“I uh…”

“I wanted to talk to you,” He chuckled, stepping just a bit closer, his hand gripping the plastic bag tighter.

Perhaps his portion of response from you had run out. You stayed silent as you continued sanding the casing of the gear, stopping briefly to examine it. 

“...Y-you’re mad, at me, …I think,”

“And I uh…I just… I wanted to fix that, y/n.” He shifted his weight between his feet, chewing his bottom lip as you slowly paused the machine, setting it aside on your desk.

“Why?” You bluntly asked. Perching your elbow on your armrest as you lifted up your goggles. 

God, you’re such a sight to him. Even angry and frowning at him like this, you took his breath away, if not more.

“B-because—...”

“I care?” 

“I mean–! I care, I care, …I care… a lot,” He grinned again, nodding as if convincing himself before he cleared his throat, louder than necessary. “I care… I care about you, y/n.”

His gaze fell to the ground, pressing his lips into a thin line, he shut his eyes. “I…I made a mistake, okay? A-and… I hurt you, and I’m… real sorry, y/n.”

“...I don’t…wanna lose you,” He breathed that out, coming out barely above a whisper while his hand gripped the plastic bag tighter.

“Look–.. that one time, y-you saw me with that girl at the gate? S-she meant nothing, okay?”

“I just…wanted to be nice,” He muttered quietly, almost as if in shame. 

“You’re always nice, Han.” You blurted, finally opening up your voice. It felt cold, different from what he was so used to hearing. “You’re always nice to everyone, aren’t you?” Your voice shook.

“...You probably think this is stupid, I don’t care.” You spat, your voice held a small tinge of anger in it.

“You made me think that you… you liked me, and—” 

“Because I do.” 

The words hung there, waiting for your response as the air conditioner hummed through the air.

“I…I do like you, y/n.”

“A lot.” He whispered quietly, his arms swinging in nervousness as he chewed on his lip, suffocated by the silence you answered with. 

You stared at him. 

Not just because he was standing there, but his words rang to your ears. It was what you wanted to hear. That confession, that maybe he cared for you for a reason. And he did. He did care for you for a reason. 

“For a long time now, okay?”

“I—... I don’t even know when– I just–...”

He sighed. “I just… really like talking to you, I like how you understand my dumb jokes, and you even—...it’s dumb, but you flirt back when I do, okay? And that shit was hot… for me.”

He groaned, wiping his eyes with frustration in his movements, throwing his head back as he stammered; “I’m screwing this shit up– I’m..” 

“y/n I’m just… sorry,” He said, finally looking at you. Hints of tears threatening to fall down his cheeks while he stared at you with desperation written all over his face.

“Please don’t… don’t leave,” 

And you wanted to cry, and laugh, at the same time. Cry because you’ve never seen him like this, because did he really just lay his heart bare to you? Laugh because God he looks ridiculous right now. So desperate, so sad, if this was a less serious moment, maybe you’d pull out your phone and record him. 

So you smiled, “I like you too,”

“H–..What..?” He croaked back, his voice unsteady as he looked up at you again.

“I like you, Hanta, I like you, back.”

He breathed out a laugh, finally smiling after what felt like his face was stretched down to the earth for the past few minutes, he grinned, running his hand through his hair. “You– what?” 

Ahem. “Okay wait, pause—” 

“C-can I–..?” A hand reached out to you hesitantly, sheepish and nervous, twitching slightly as if scared you’ll break if he touches you. 

Slowly, you reached back, enveloping your hands into his, letting him slowly pull you into his embrace. Warm, quiet, and… smells like tangerines. A small giggle escaped his lips as he brought his hand up to your hair, carefully caressing it. “Shit, I’m so— happy right now,”

His heartbeat was fast, shinkansen speed-kinda-fast, you heard it as you slowly buried your face to his shoulder, your arms awkwardly wrapping around his waist, and you couldn’t help but smile widely, nuzzling yourself into him. 

“I thought I messed this up, I swear— like, real bad, y’know?” He murmured into your hair, a hand gently resting over the line between your hip and waist. “I thought I lost you,” 

With a swift motion, he took off his blazer, carefully resting it on your shoulders, as he wrapped his arms around you again.

“S’ yours now,”

“...What?”

“My blazer—...your blazer.”

You giggled, lightly pinching his shoulder. “Shut up,”

“Hey come on!” He chuckled, “I’ll even trademark it for ya,”

You grinned against his shoulder, arms wrapping just a bit tighter around him.

“C’mon, I know you looovee me that much, but I know you’re also hungry,” His hand nudged your arm with the plastic bag, “I brought my favorite mechanic’s favorites,” He hummed out.

“Steamed cake and banana milk.”

He grinned. “Just how you like it,” 

And in the warm, quiet thrum of the workshop, under buzzing lights and the soft scent of sawdust and tangerines, it finally felt right.

Like home.

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i gotta write other things other than this man i swear

[daiourage]

TFO Dual Rulers (?) AU

I've been seeing people do like a "what if D didn't go fuckin' coconuts" AU, and it kinda inspired me to start thinking of what other events would be changed in those scenarios.

(yes i'm still in denial)

Please take these lightly colored sketches!!! Also I'm sorry for lazy handwriting;;

Also also, as always, please click/press the image for quality!!!

("Brief" explanations for each of the numbered panels is under the cut (the numbers are just the order of when I drew them, and not in chronological order of the scenes)!!!)

1. I think, because D won't be the one to shoot at Sentinel because he's grounded in this AU, Sentinel would be the one to use the last of his strength to try and shoot at D, only for Orion to block it. I couldn't figure out how to draw D in immense agony about it so I just decided to make this paper a collection of ideas. If anyone has any ideas, please tell me because I want angst--//shot (I also finally remembered to write my signature this time!!!) 1-2. The main problem I had trouble figuring out was how D would possibly let go of Orion... He'd still say the "Why did you do that, why?!" line, but I don't know where to go from there. Would Sentinel still have energy to kick D's hand? Would Orion be too heavy to hold on? Would Orion tell D to let him go? Maybe they wouldn't even be hanging over the ledge and D would just be holding him--but then what? There was too many things to ponder about just one scene, and I wanted to get my other ideas out before I forgot about them. Guyssss give me your ideas please-- 2. It always bothered me that Orion and Bee left D in Sentinel's office(?) to hold him off on his own;;; like, I get it, D won't listen, but at least tell him you're leaving??? 2-2. I think the "What did he do to you?" conversation would be much longer. Not as comical and cheesy as the comic I sketched a little bit back, but... 3. (Please read it right to left;;; I just got done reading manga when I had the idea to draw this panel;;; also the entire page honestly. I'm so sorry y'all--)At the High Guards' base, I think D'd be the one to initiate a fight with Starscream still, but do it calmly. 4. I wanted to keep this line, because it would make sense still. Also might hurt a little more *screams* (D would not do the Anime Girl Pose™️, but I wanted him and Orion to match oop--) 5. After apprehending Sentinel, somehow we'd get his (Megatronus's) cog and Orion (now Optimus) would give it to D as a token of trust. Based off of @/momonsalmonmon on Twitter/X's absolutely gorgeous comics!!! (I also DO NOT remember how the cogs looked I'm sorry for not doing further research ;w; Will do better next time I promise;;;) 6. Bee and Soundwave BFFs???? (+ annoyed Shockwave) Please. Also maybe bring back Senator Soundwave as a concept??? Miss he;; It might be interesting, with Bee also "working for the government" now,,, (Edit: 2/7/2025): Hi. just realized my typo and it's been months. Guys. It's Senator Shockwave guys. Why didn't y'all tell me;;;; I knew who I was thinking of I promise;;; guys please don't nod along to this and just ignore my huge ass typo 😭 (thank you for the support though but OH MY GOD) (Edit: 3/3/2025): GUYS. I FORGOT THEY WERE BOTH SENATORS AT SOME POINT (in different comics though but) GUYS. I'M A PUSHOVER. THEY CAN BOTH BE GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS AS A TREAT AJSDLKFAJLKSDJFLKA I'm a fraud ;w;)b 7. Headcanon that Orion is bad at math and confides in Elita and D for enforcing the taxes so the citizens don't become outraged but also so that the government has enough money to do stuff. D might be like "Aww he needs our help" and Elita would be like "godddd let me work out" 7-2. I feel like I draw Elita with an annoyed expression too much I'm so sorry milady;;; I promise I love you;;;

[gracedreems]

ok so i watched muppets in space recently and got to thinking about a muppets casting of tma and i had some ideas but the important thing is i think it would be really funny if kermit was cast as elias. do i think its the correct cast? no absolutely not but i decided to do a drawing of pre brutal pipe murder cus i think its funny :3

ok so more blabbing about this... au?? ig u culd call it that under the cut :3

ok so firstly i will admit i havnt really got concrete ideas for the main cast yet but i have some ideas! i feel like tim could be gonzo or maybe rizzo?

then sasha im a bit stuck on as there isnt very many like, female presenting muppets overall (there may be more in sesame street but i am not hugely familar with it) but i did vaugely think of kermit due to constantine but i feel maybe that might not be much of a change lmao and miss piggy does not fit (def smthn to do with the slaughter) and janice doesnt either. and i dont want her to be a chicken :(.

martin is also tricky buttt maybe fozzie but i feel maybe he would be a good michael (long set of jumps in my mind) so not 100 percent on that

and i feel jon would be a fairly good token human, but i kinda think elias would be good as that too augh (also no clue for jon honestly :/)

onto side characters i feel like animal could be grifters bone maybe??

i think statler and waldorf would be breekon and hope for like, obvious reasons (small sketch below)

thats p much all i have rn but i WILL add onto it more...

feel free to suggest stuff also id LOVE 2 hear otherpeoples opinions on this!!!

[lunarriviera]

uts meta: two cops eating pizza cause they're not gay (The Drawing, part 2)

[spoilers for s2 in general and ep 17 in specific, and i really hope you've already watched it because, wow. it deserves to be seen.] this whole scene is off the chain but perhaps what's wildest about it is that this has happened once already! shen yi already gave du cheng a drawing! and now he's doing it again! either he wants a marriage proposal or to be [redacted], and honey, you're absolutely gonna get [redacted] tonight. even though you messed up dinner.

when our scene begins, beijiang's finest are about to dine in shen yi's concrete bdsm dungeon new house. but wait, shen yi's a terrible cook, you say? never fear—product placement is here!

glowing, radiant, suffused with light. in the troubled city of beijiang, pizza hut™ shines forth like a beacon of edible hope and justice. even if they do keep putting pineapple on top of it.

(all of s2 we've been subjected to such heavy-handed sponsorship as the team drinking exclusively some kind of fruity (?) tea (?); du cheng barking orders at xiaomi, his new car's shipboard computer while shen yi theatrically changes the cabin temperature; shen yi treating everyone to invisible air coffee (because no property person has ever figured out all you need to do is put some water in the cup); and jiang feng popping up like a prairie dog clutching a green box of cold medicine whenever anyone sniffles. but pizza hut has been the most egregious of all, truly the wolong nuts of uts2. if only dragon city had a pizza hut™! then shen wei wouldn't have had to wear zhu yilong's clothes.)

unfortunately, actors can't actually eat human food, plus shen yi's supposed to be a vegetarian, so here is tan jianci consuming the smallest molecule of pizza possible while pretending to enjoy it. pretty sure tjc last had a junk carb in the hu jintao administration.

after this brief token simulation of eating, shen yi and du cheng have a Serious Conversation about the late captain lei. pls note their blocking here, as it's the only time in s2 you will EVER see tan jianci looking DOWN at jin shijia, who is of course a giraffe.

then shen yi whips out this little baby, and hands it to his partner.

(let's hope our sketch artist had the foresight to spray some fixative on what looks like conté or pastel, before du cheng started smearing pizza grease all over it.) du cheng is, of course, touched. why are they drawn in red? not entirely sure, though it's a color shen yi seems to default to when he's very emotional and/or inarticulate about things.

anyway shen yi mentions that the piece needs a title and he hasn't thought of one yet, so du cheng volunteers a suggestion.

(at this point i started screencapping in chinese, reasons unclear.) du cheng offers 改变我人生的人, "the person who changed my life."

it's a dumb title for an artwork but GUESS WHAT, he's no longer talking about lei-dui. if you thought you might question this, jin shijia is going to make sure you don't, because of the sickeningly transparent infatuated look on his face. but wait, it gets worse!

确实是改变了我人生的人, shen yi responds; indeed, this person really did change my life. HE'S ALSO NOT TALKING ABOUT CAPTAIN LEI.

tjc doesn't want you to feel any confusion about that, so he deploys his patented shen yi gaze. here, you need to see this to believe it.

jianci has developed this little trick as shen yi of speaking with his eyes lowered, and then when he finally lifts them, it's like he's setting off a BOMB. he's fine-tuned this to the point where it's weaponized.

and honestly he's making it so obvious they're talking about each other i don't even know how to say it in human language. those two took these innocent respectable lines about a past case and made them indecent. they did that. all by themselves. no one made them.

at the end of the scene, though, it's this look. this one right here.

the absolutely unbearable tenderness. "yes, you did change it. you changed everything. nothing will ever be the same again, because of you." in conclusion: pls bury me with this, because i suspect it's the most in-love it's possible for a human being to look, outside of a wong kar-wai film BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE [runs away sobbing hysterically]

[seeminglydark]

Mini Comic Masterpost

Thought it would be fun to round up all the mini comics I've done with John and Caro around this site, so they are easy to find all in one place! They will go in canonical (or not) order, not creation order. Here we go!

The Main Projects

Starting this off with the mini-comic about my main webcomic Project, Seemingly Dark

And an introduction to John and Caro's comic, Mil-Liminal

Next up: Teenager things

A silly story about two kids in love, not canon, just cute. I drew this before i knew how their highschool story really went.

First kiss! (canon), sketch only

Schoolyard flirtin' (canon), sketch only

A reminder their story is a horror story, and a teaser from Mil-Liminal (canon)

Homecoming Queen (not canon cuz Caros hair was never short in highschool, one panel)

Punk Rock Princess (canon, one panel)

A teaser and a link to Prom Night, (canon)

Unidentified Flying Objects part 1 (2 coming soon, canon)

The Punk and the Cheerleader (canon)

Tokens of affection (canon)

Not exactly a comic, but a round up of their teenage years right up until they lose eachother (canon)

Adulthood

Teaser for a story about Johns life after prison (canon)

Caro's back (canon)

Caro gets sick, John, who doesnt know them yet very well as adults, takes them back to his house, they wake up and hes at work, shenanigans ensue (canon)

First kiss as adults (canon)

Ace of Hearts link (canon, johns story as an asexual)

I love you (not canon)

Coffee Maker (canon)

Then and Now (canon, mild spice in the sense they are shirtless)

Menace (Canon, Spicy/suggestive, nothing intense)

Halloween Interruption 1: The Void Motel (future canon, linked)

Background and Compilation of their story minis

Look How Far We've Come: intro to Mil-Liminal (canon)

Who are John and Caro (canon, character introduction)

And Finally, AU Stuff, not canon

Mermay

Werewolf (non spicy)

Werewolf part 1 (suggestive)

Werewolf part 2 (suggestive)

[velvetvexations]

apologies for not having links but i blocked everyone on the whole thread and i don't care to willingly seek it out again but on the subject of dropout discourse – i saw someone say there needed to be a list of which dropout members were white vs poc in a similar vein to the tme vs tma trans people stats list and........ do.... do you not see how that's literally tokenizing real life people and their identities.... do you not see how sorting REAL people into groups to determine if a media company is diverse enough is.... not exactly the leftist praxis you think it is? maybe instead, idk, support & uplift comedians of color instead of argue about identity politics online? maybe do antiracist work in real life instead of just infighting? or even actually write to Dropout and articulate any worries you have with regards to diversity & inclusion?

(and if you want to make it worse someone on the thread said they weren't "sure if some people (specifically Zac Oyama) 'counted' as people of color" like?????? 1) if you admit to not being sure if someone counts as a poc then maybe you, a stranger on the internet, is not qualified to make a list about real people's identities which can be both fluid and personal 2) maybe such a list isn't actually as useful as you think it is 3) there was literally a College Humor sketch about parodying the idea of being Asian 'enough' featuring Zac *years* ago)

it also just feels like such a clear example of taking the latest queer discourse and trying to justify it by going "well WHAT IF we apply this to race??" when 1) it's usually white people drawing those comparisons (though idk if these people were white or not) and 2) as such is usually a gross misunderstanding of racism and 3) often makes the original point *much* worse.

his last name is Oyama what do these fucking people want

no, you know what? I hope they do it, please Dropout fandom, make the racism version of the tee em ay stats, I dare you

[pqt-tumble]

@femslash-february BINGO Chaggie festival. Didn't do much with just a sketch but I had fun drawing them enjoying fair food!

DO NOT REPOST! DO NOT USE FOR AI! Reblogs encouraged all other uses please ask!

And I got one last BINGO with this piece BINGO sheet and other FF2025 pieces under cut

OTHER FF 2025 BINGO

Shower Sex - Emolly fic

"Do you regret it?" - Immvee comic

Power Exchange - Elsabela painting

"Who Else But You?" - Emolly Fic Chapter 1

"Does That Feel Good?" - Emolly Fic Chapter 2

Token - Korrasami doodle

Once in a Lifetime - Lumity doodle

Opposites -Wenclair Doodle

NON BINGO FEMSLASH FEBRUARY

Emolly Pokemon Illustration

[bryce-bucher]

500 CALIBER CONTRACTZ Post #16

WISHLIST IT PLZ!

Green Demon!!:

This whole post is gonna be about the green demon challenge that I implemented. For those unaware, the green demon challenge is something that originates from mario 64. It's a self imposed challenge in which you try to complete a level after spawning a 1up without letting it touch you. I love the concept so much, so I decided to add in a lil challenge on certain contracts where you summon a green demon and run around to grab 4 token pieces before it catches you.

The process of making the green demon's graphics was v fun. First, I made a sketch.

Then, I rendered out the head and hands in blender. (The animation is only 6 frames of the head and hands bobbin up n down.) Then, I brought those frames into csp and drew the same face on each frame.

After that, I shrunk that bitch down and dithered it with web colors like I had done with the environment textures.

The final result is something that feels like a geocities gif, and I'm really happy with it.

During playtesting I realized that players need to be able to figure out where the token pieces are gonna spawn before the demon is summoned, so I included these green token pieces to take their place before they spawn. Honestly, the only reason I'm mentioning this is because something in my lizard brain tells me to get very excited when I see floating green collectibles in games. I think it is because of how cool and special I thought the green stars were in Mario Galaxy when I was younger.

Conclusion:

I am aiming to have a demo of this game done with a couple contracts you can play by feb. We will see if this will happn... Other than that I don't got a lot 2 say. Next week u might be seeing some v cool ui if I manage to get it done.

[s0urfangs]

The mushroom dad... :) Larry... Mr Larold... I made him as a shitpost and still have no idea what he's doing apart from his best. What I can tell you is:

- DIVORCED

- Commander? But Not For Long. He just wants to help people, and hit things. Zhaitan is all well and good, but after Mordremoth it gets complicated. He's not a fan.

- Third(?)born, but somehow had No Dream until Zhaitan. Links with Fedsys.

- About that. Fedsy is his adopted sonboy (this is not an intentional decision) which makes Aurene his beloved granddaughter

- priory archivist...ish. he felt a significant disconnect from the dream so set out without much of an aim and ended up there. He's a good artist, does a lot of observational sketching or recording for the priory. Other than that? He slaps things for the dungeon delvers. Protects them. Makes him feel useful!

The violence also helps a little. Provided it's Simple And Righteous.

Also, the fullbody chibi is based on the lil guys from this 2 minute token editor

[yakutarts]

Yakut’s Commission Sheet 2025

[OPEN]

Finally made a brand new commission sheet!! I really like the way it turned out, and if I spot any mistake now I Will cry myself to sleep, because GODAMN it took fucking 12 hours to make this.

Transcript, T.o.S., and other important information under the cut!!

Yakut Arts Commission Sheet

Sketch

Headshot - $5

Bust - $7

Half body - $10

Full body - 15

Line Art

Headshot - $17

Bust - $22

Half body - $28

Full body - $36

Flat Color

Headshot - $20

Bust - $26

Half body - $32

Full body - 45

No line art: + $5,50

Cel Shaded

Headshot - $30

Bust - $36

Half body - $42

Full body - $55

No line art: + $15,50

Soft shaded

Headshot - $46

Bust - $52

Half body - $64

Full body - $76

No line art: + 25,50

Detailed

Headshot - $60

Bust - $70

Half body - $90

Full body - $130

Other stuff:

More characters: + %50 of the price per character

Background: + %70 of the price

Complex design: + %15 - %30 of the price

Hard to draw: + %10 - %40 of the price

Currencies that I accept:

$ - United States Dollar (USD)

€ - Euro

R$ - Brazilian Real (BRL)

Payment via:

PayPal

Stripe

PIX

* All the prices are the same, no matter the currency. If you want a $20 Flat Color Headshot but only use euro, then you will pay €20;

* If you are american or european, you CANNOT pay in BRL;

* While PayPal is the most popular and most used option, I highly recommend Stripe, because you don’t need an account to pay and I can safely send you an invoice via e-mail.

Prices before and after comparison:

I will draw:

Furry, Anthro, Feral, Animals, Creatures, Fanart, Fruit/Candy/Regular gore, NSFW, kinks, suggestive art, Complex designs, Partially mecha, Horror, Weapons/Armor, Cosplay, Magic, Skeletons/bones, Latex, Copyrighted characters, and others.

I won’t draw:

Humans, Extremely heavy gore, Fully mecha (Synths are an exception), Offensive art, Some fetishes, Watersports, Scat, Things that make me really uncomfortable, Commercial commissions, Things I can't draw because it's above my current level.

Terms of Service

1. Commercial Commissions:

- I do not work with commercial commissions. Any use of your commissioned artwork is for personal, non-profit purposes only.

- It is not permitted to use the commissioned artwork for commercial purposes, such as resale, mass reproduction, or any other form of profit.

2. Usage Restrictions:

- The commissioned artwork is not allowed to be used for artificial intelligence training or any form of data analysis.

- Reselling the commissioned artwork, especially as an NFT (non-fungible token) or any other form of tradable digital asset, is strictly prohibited.

3. Copyright and Intellectual Property:

- I retain all copyrights and intellectual property rights to the commissioned artwork, even after delivery.

- The client does not have the right to claim authorship of the artwork or use it in any way that infringes upon the artist's rights.

4. Use of Images and Promotion:

- I reserve the right to use images and information about the commissioned artwork, including the final product, for promotional and marketing purposes, unless specifically agreed otherwise.

- When reposting the images, it is highly recommended that you repost the version that is watermarked and/or glazed/nightsahded, which will also be delivered to you along with the "clean" version of the image, to prevent stealing and it being fed to A.I. models.

5. Custom Designs:

- Custom designs created by the artist are not to be resold or used for commercial purposes without explicit permission from the artist.

- If reselling is permitted, the price of the resold design must be equal to or lower than the original price set by the artist, but never higher.

6. Payments and Refunds:

- Payments for commissions must be made as agreed between the client and the artist before the start of the work. All transactions must be conducted in United States Dollars (USD), unless otherwise agreed upon.

- No refunds will be granted after the commencement of the creative process unless there are exceptional circumstances agreed upon by both parties. In that scenario, if the client does not want to continue the project, a partial refund will be granted based on how far I have completed the commission, but if for any reason I am the one who cannot work on your project anymore, I will give you a full refund.

- If you are Brazillian, you will have the special option to use the currency Brazillian, Real R$ (BRL) and pay via PIX.

7. Privacy:

- During the payment and commissioning process, both parties may have access to private information such as full legal names, addresses, and contact details. Both parties agree to respect each other's privacy and refrain from disclosing or doxxing any private information shared during the transaction. Breach of this clause may result in legal action.

8. Limited Liability:

- The artist will make every effort to provide high-quality work and meet the client's expectations. However, the artist is not liable for any damages arising from the use or interpretation of the commissioned artwork. [Example: The infamous YouTuber Verbablaze commissioned a $50,000.00 animation of him and the Hazbin Hotel character, Charlie, where they were being shown in a suggestive situation. Verbablaze posted the animation and got criticized and made fun of because of it. If you were to commission me, and then get into a controversy because of what you commissioned, I would not be held responsible and I will reserve the right to rather or not make a statement on the situation and/or get involved.]

9. Delivery Timeframe:

- While I do not work with strict deadlines, it is generally expected that the commission will be completed within a timeframe of 1-2 weeks to 1 month. However, please note that the actual delivery time may vary depending on the complexity and workload of the project.

10. Revisions:

- I understand that clients may have specific requirements or preferences. I am open to accommodate up to 10 major changes to the commissioned artwork. Please note that these revisions must be requested and finalized before the rendering process begins. Once the rendering process has started, I can accept up to 5 additional minor revisions, but major changes may not be feasible at that stage. Any revisions beyond these limits may be subject to additional charges or renegotiation.

11. Modifications to the Terms of Service:

- The artist reserves the right to modify these terms of service at any time, with prior notice to clients.

By proceeding with an art commission from me, Yakut, the client acknowledges that they have read and agree to these terms of service. Any violation of these terms may result in appropriate legal actions.

Here are some artwork quality examples:

Commission sheet creation Timelapse:

To make a commission request, you can send me a direct message (DM) to me on Tumblr, Bluesky, Twitter, or Instagram. I am not active on Discord so there’s a 90% I won’t see your message.

[ghostaddictgremlin]

More of the Sleep Token sketches in my sketchbook

Don't be confused by the different signature than last time lol. I've had a bit of an art journey over the past 2 years and changed how and where I wanna share my art and also changing my online nickname and artist name. The sketchbook has 3 different signatures in it

[welcometomysticmeadows]

what are some popular camp traditions?

Wonderful question!

Here at Mystic Meadows we have quite a bit of traditions to make your experience fun and unforgettable!

Among these traditions we have:

1. The Moonlit Walk

On nights with a full moon, campers and counselors go on a quiet, guided walk through the forest. They bring lanterns or flashlights, but once they reach a certain clearing, everyone sits and watches the moon together in silence. It's a peaceful moment where everyone connects with nature, and counselors often tell old legends to keep everyone entertained!

2. Nature Journals

Every camper gets a blank journal on the first day, and is encouraged to fill it with drawings, thoughts, leaves, or sketches of plants and animals they see, anything, really! At the end of camp, the counselors host a "sharing circle," where campers can read or show parts of their journal if they wish. It’s a way for campers to connect and reflect on the memories they've made at Mystic Meadows!

3. The Midnight Bonfire

Once per season, there’s a special bonfire held right at midnight for only the oldest campers. The bonfire is a rite of passage for campers as they grow older, making it something younger campers look forward to.

4. The "Hidden Object" Hunt

Throughout the summer, counselors hide small objects around camp—things like tiny, painted stones or little nature-themed tokens. Campers are encouraged to look for them during free time, and if they find one, they can keep it as a lucky charm. Some of the objects might even have little inscriptions with advice or words of encouragement.

5. Jackalope Week

Once a summer, Mystic Meadows celebrates the legendary "Jackalope Week," a spirited event where campers are split into two teams: Antlers and Ears. Each camper is given either a pair of antlers or bunny ears to wear for the entire week, and they're encouraged to decorate them with natural materials found around camp—like flowers, leaves, feathers, or twigs—to show off their creativity and team spirit.

Throughout the week, the two teams face off in friendly competitions, like nature scavenger hunts, obstacle courses, and even a storytelling contest where they create their own versions of the jackalope legend.

At the end of the week, there's a big "Jackalope Feast" with both teams celebrating together, and they all gather around the fire to reflect on their favorite moments. It’s a way for campers to bond across cabins, and everyone leaves with their decorated antlers or ears as a keepsake from the week.

6. The Wish-Launching Ceremony

On the last night of camp, everyone gathers by the lake. Each camper writes a wish or goal for the future on a biodegradable piece of paper, attaches it to a small leaf boat or flower, and releases it onto the water.

[duckielover151]

I know I've mentioned on here that I've watched 911 (formerly of Fox, now of ABC) since its first season. I recently started watching Doctor Odyssey (new show about the medical team on a cruise ship) because they're about to have a crossover episode.

I'm just having some thoughts on Doctor Odyssey that I wanted to share. I just finished episode three... It's all right. I'm not hating it... But I'm definitely not loving it either.

It's one of those instances where I kind of want to touch bases with people who have different perspectives. Because I don't think it's just my aro/ace-ness shining through... I like to think I can be objective in spite of that. But the sexual tinge they're going for just really ruins the show for me a lot of the time.

I just really can't tell if it's just a new show getting its sea legs. But the characters don't feel... complete. They feel like outlines of characters. Tristan is almost like a caricature of the playboy-type guy. Which pairs weirdly with Max, the doctor, who's meant to be attractive and smart and just a little too good at everything. (So basically, both our main men are meant to be the type of guys everyone falls for.) And damn if Avery isn't giving off such Token Girl vibes so far.

The theme for episode 3 is that all the guests on this cruise are recovering from plastic surgery, and Avery gets into some trouble for being really rude to... basically everyone about that. She doesn't approve of this kind of cosmetic surgery. Or at least is very critical of the societal pressures that lead to people feeling they need to go out and surgically alter themselves to be happy.

It's very classic, fiery feminism, basically. (Which, oddly enough, feels like it's own kind of caricature in this day and age.) Which is really, really not vibing for me with the love triangle. That's the thing about writing female characters. You can give her the best dialogue in the world... and still treat her like shit. Actions speak louder than words and all that.

I'm just really hating that... 1) it feels super forced. I'm not feeling any particular chemistry between Avery and either of the guys. (When she put her hand on Max's chest and then his face in this episode... I literally thought she was about to reveal that he was coming down with a fever or something. It did not feel like the build-up to the sexual thing it turned into.) But 2) I feel like things always heat up when she's having a weak moment. And that is so not what you want to build a relationship off of.

The premise for this show feels like a rough sketch for a generic, angsty YA romance, actually. Maybe that's what's really bothering me. These character dynamics feel old-fashioned. Is it just me?

(Or does it get better?)

(And actually, there is one character I really like. The captain is fantastic. He very much gives me the feel of a ringleader, and this cruise is his circus.)