#very proud of the first drawing! took me a while but it was worth it i think:]

[im-smart-i-swear]

figuring out how to draw this fucker(and sonic characters in general)

[d0rothydraws]

"Your eyes lit up when you seen my hand. It's dangerous to reveal what you like so easily."

content: f!reader, hand kink, blindfold, mating press, cum play, dirty talk, choking,

w/c: 3k

Ao3: Here

a/n: This is so depraved. I was messing with him last night and he said that line and then the blindfold one and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Buckle up princess

You were laying on the couch as Sylus was cleaning his gun. You were trying to read, for a change. Pick up an old hobby yadda yadda. And you were doing well, it was interesting enough until you became heavily distracted. You tried to not make it obvious. You didn't want to stare too long to catch his attention. But little did you know, you already had his attention at the first glance.

"Something on your mind, sweetie?" Sylus' voice was like ice through your veins. Invigorating but so sudden you almost flinched. "You keep staring." He said, not hiding the smirk as he continued to use the cloth to rub against his gun. The way his long fingers tensed as the gun repositioned, how his thumb brushed against the side every few minuets.

Your silence was telling as you tightened your grip on your book, readjusting your position on the couch slightly before looking back into the pages blankly. "I can see you moving your hand in my peripheral. It's distracting." You lied. His smirk grew as he leaned back slightly, his hand still lazily cleaning the weapon.

"Keep lying and you'll grow wrinkles."

"You sound like a mother." You snorted as you turned the page in an effort to act like you had been reading for the last thirty minuets.

"Fine, I would hate to distract you." He said in a mocking tone as he sat down the gun, moving to the couch as he sat on the edge. You moved your feet to his lap, stretching out on him. He moved to turn on the tv, putting on some old movie.

In a move to supposedly distract you less, you were even more distracted as his hand rested on your leg, tracing patterns and shapes idly. He could feel your leg twitch once in a while as you took a deep breath. You wondered how long you could keep up the charade.

"You haven't turned the page in 20 minutes." He said, glancing at you as he met your eyes over the book. "I'll tell you what. You tell me what's on your mind, and I won't bully you for it. Deal?" He said with a half laugh, those damn fingers still trailing the inside of your leg.

"I somehow don't believe you." You mutter before finally closing the book and setting it aside. Your eye glanced at his hand for a second too long before a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"Your eyes lit up when you seen my hand. It's dangerous to reveal what you like so easily." His voice had a playful tone to it, his eyes locking on yours. "Anything to say for yourself, kitten?"

"Can you blame me? You have nice hands," You said bluntly, sitting up against the arm of the couch as you crossed your arms. Sylus, not expecting you to be so casual about it, had the faintest look of surprise in his eye before his normal smug look returning.

"So you have a thing for my hands, hm?" He said "Why don't we take this a step further." He said before standing, holding a hand out to you. You felt your heart in your throat as you took his hand in yours letting him lead you to the bedroom.

"Sit. I'm going to look for something. But while I'm gone, undress." He said sternly with a smirk on his face, drawing out the last word. You obliged, not knowing what he was planning but you knew it would be worth it. It's always worth it when it him.

As he returned he was holding a thick silk ribbon. His eyes looked over your naked body as if you were his prey before stopping in front of you. His hand moved to cup your chin, making you look up at him. You shivered as you felt the ribbon tickle your neck.

"Very good kitten, you can follow simple instructions. I'm proud of you." He said in a sarcastic tone that made your cheeks burn. "Since you love my hands so much, we're going to heighten your senses so you can feel exactly what they're going to do to you."

As he moved the silk around your eyes, darkness enveloped your sight. In moments, you understood what he meant. His scent was stronger. The sound of his voice stronger. His touch..

You felt as he guided you to lay on the bed, the mattress soft around your body as you sighed slightly. The sound of familiar clothes falling made your ears perk as you tried to listen to where he was. Soon there was no question as you felt the bed dip, the brush of his leg against yours. He was over you, you could tell by how strong his scent was. How heat practically radiated from him with each arms on the side of your body holding him above you as his lips moved to your ear.

"Can you feel it? This is only the beginning." He whispered as his lips moved over your shoulder. Hands moved to brush hair out of your face, cupping your cheek. The moment was fleeting as his hand went southward, cupping your breast.

You knew his hands well, but feeling them like this was a different experience. His hands were rough, the mark of his life long fight for survival. His decades of using weapons, fighting. You could feel every callous in his fingertips as they sunk into the soft flesh of your chest. His hands were massive, everything about him was big but it was even more noticeable when you could only go off feeling.

Your eyes widened under the silk band, still as dark as ever as you felt his tongue against your other breast. Your mouth opened in a gasp as your nipple was brought past his teeth, pulling gently at the nub that hardened instantly. As his hand bounced and felt up your one breast, his lips and mouth worked the other. Every touch, kiss, bite, it sent pleasure through your body. You felt as if your body was in an abyss, only able to feel and hear him.

You didn't know how long passed. Time didn't exist anymore. He pulled back his lips, your nipple stretching slightly before he released you from his mouth. His hands moved lower, thumbs brushing the curve of your ribcage as he looked down at you, enjoying the look of your parted lips, the way your cheeks burned under the blindfold.

One hand rested on the curve of your waist as you felt the other one move back up, drawing fingers over the length of your neck as if he knew the answer to his next question.

"Tell me, kitten." He said, his voice next to your ear suddenly making your breath catch. His words echoing in the abyss of your mind. "Where do you want my hands next?" He knew the answer. But he wanted to hear you say it. Hear the breathiness in your voice as you responded.

"My neck." You breathed, your own voice sounding so loud in your head. "I want to feel them on my neck." You couldn't stop the shakiness of your words, how needy you sounded. Your mouth was watering and yet felt so dry at the same time.

"Good kitten." He purred, the sound moving down your spine as your felt both of his hands graze your neck. His thumbs brushed the pulse point, his fingers circling gently around the entirety of your neck. "Your heart is beating so fast for me." He whispered as he gently applied pressure. The palms of his hand pressing just right into your neck.

One of his hands moved from your neck, thumb trailing your chin as the other repositioned to continue to apply pressure. He was always careful to not hurt you. Especially when dealing with such a vital part of your being. His thumb pressed against the bottom of your lip, your mouth opening slightly as a reaction. One that he was very pleased with.

Sylus' hand on your neck held you with a firm grip, feeling your pulse against his fingers as your breath started to strain. And even as you began to struggle to breathe, you flicked your tongue out over the thumb at the edge of your lips. You heard him take a sharp breath before pushing his thumb against your tongue. His grip on your neck released slowly, the oxygen entering your lungs almost hurt as you took a deep breath before pulling his fingers deeper into your mouth.

"Want a taste?" He said as he felt your tongue brush against his fingers. His eyes watched your lips as his fingers disappeared past your lips. Your teeth grazed his rough skin, making him groan softly.

His legs pushed your knees apart as his other hand trailed down your stomach and past your hips. You moan was muffled by his hand as his fingers suddenly pressed against your sex, your back arching into him as your mouth opened more. You could hear how wet you had become just from the touches he had given you. Your body welcomed his fingers as two entered you, your moans growing louder as his hand moved out of your mouth. His now wet fingers trailing down your chin, past your neck and to your chest again leaving a trail that made you shiver.

"Maybe I should keep you like this." He breathed, voice growing huskier as he watched you wither under him. Clenching around his fingers as he moved them slow. He wanted you to feel every curve, every inch of his fingers inside you. And as his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad adding much wanted stimulation, you cried out, head arching back. As you felt your body start to reach it's peak, the movement stopped and suddenly you were empty. You whined, gasping as you started to sit up in protest when he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your hand with one hand.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweetie." He said, his lips brushing over yours, breath hot against your mouth as his hand flexed against your wrists. You felt the wetness of the other hand trail down the insides of your thighs making your legs shake. His kiss was deep, stealing the breath from your lungs. Teeth pulled at your lip before his tongue moved against yours. You kissed back just as eagerly as you arched against his hold on you, moaning as you felt him only just push you back down onto the bed.

His fingers pushed back inside you, his kisses was getting hungrier as you moved your hips against his hand. He pulled back with a growl, panting softly. "That's it kitten. Fuck the hand you love so much. Tell me sweetie, how often do you think about them?"

Your moan echoed as you felt his fingers curl, a third finger making you arch against him as you felt yourself stretch around the thick fingers.

"Every day." You answered, your voice sounded foreign to your ears. Your head turned as you moaned crying out as he stopped moving his fingers making you thrust yourself against them. "Especially when you wear rings. Or use your gun." His teeth nipped at your ear as his knees spread your legs farther apart as you fucked yourself on his fingers. You were close again. And you were praying to any god that would listen that he would let you cum.

None of them answered though as his hand pulled away again. Frustration was beginning to build as you cried out, whimpering as you tried to follow his hand with your hips, feeling so empty without him inside you.

"You've been doing so good kitten. Don't misbehave now." He teased with a soft chuckle as you found the hand on your lips. You could smell your own scent as you coated his fingers that pushed into your mouth. You moaned around him, your own taste making you blush. "Maybe I should let you pick out some rings for me, then. Or perhaps a new pair of gloves. I notice you tend to blush when I wear the leather ones." He said, his voice tense as you cleaned his fingers.

Distracted by the feeling of your own taste, fingers in your mouth, lips on your ear and hands still pinned above your head, you failed to register the feeling of his cock against your thigh. Not until you felt him begin to enter you, your body feeling like it was being shocked with electricity as you heard his groan against your ear. His hand left your mouth, trailing down again to your throat as he once again wrapped around you but didn't apply pressure. Not yet.

He let you feel every inch of him as he pushed his hips deeper and deeper. His cock stretching you out as your legs shook. You felt him throb inside you, twitch as you clenched around him. And then, as he started to slowly thrust, his hips moving slowly as the room filled with the sound of sex, then he applied that much craved pressure.

Every pore, every atom in your body craved him. He wasn't a want. He was a need. As he pulled out, before he could thrust back in you moved your legs, using your body to gain momentum as you slid down the bed a few inches. catching him off guard, his hand holding your wrists loosened as you forced him deeper into you. Putting yourself at an angle where your legs were nearly above your head, yourself on display. You heard a breathy groan, his breath becoming heavy, strained as the hand on your throat tightened.

"Fuck." He whispered, thrusting back into you. A hand moved to the back of your thigh, pushing your legs farther as he started to fuck you harder. "You're a slut, you know that?" He growled, his hand moving from your throat to your chin as he kissed you roughly, the angle pinning you to the bed completely as he fucked you as deep as he could.

Your body twitched as you screamed in pleasure against the kiss. Your entire body swam with pleasure as you felt him fuck into you as if his life depended on it. His thrusts started to become uneven, his moans heavier as he broke the kiss, biting your lip before he pulled away.

"I'm going to fill you up, sweetie. That's what you want, isn't it?" He said, moaning into your neck. "Then I'm going to make you fuck my hand again."

His words pushed you over the edge as you cried out, your body shaking as you felt yourself clench around him as you released, the coil growing in your core snapping. Sylus moaned, feeling you clamp around him which in turn made him cum deep inside you. He fucked you through both of your orgasms, your legs going numb as you moaned and twitched, your hand curling in his hair as you pulled him into a needy kiss.

Slowly he pulled out, breaking the kiss as he watched as his cum leaked out of you. He continued to hold your legs over your head as like he promised, his fingers entered you, pushing his cum back inside with a thick wet sound. You moaned, gasping. He let your hands moved over his body, hearing your moan as you blindly touched his arms, palms moving over his biceps. Moving to his chest your nails and fingers touched him making him moan faintly. You felt your pussy clamp around his fingers, you felt his cum ooze out of you more as he growled softly.

"Keep doing that and I'll have to fill you up again." He growled and you whimpered gasping. Your breath heavy as you felt your body overwhelmed by sensations. His thumb pushed against your clit, his fingers curling inside you as you were spiraled into another orgasm.

Your body arched off the bed as you cried out his name, body shaking as the wave crashed over you. His hand didn't stop, continuing until you were done twitching before he pulled his hand away, slowly helping you put your legs back down on the bed. He pulled you close against him, his fingers once again at your lips as you cleaned the mixture of fluids off of his hand for one last time.

"Keep your eyes closed, let your eyes adjust first." He said softly as he reached to untie the blindfold slowly. His voice warm like a blanket over your numb body. As the silk fell you could see the reflection of oranges and shadows against the inside of your eyelids. You slowly blinked your eyes open, quickly finding his looking down at you. Such a warm expression compared to the things he just did to you.

His lips gently pressed against yours, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing against your lip. As he pulled away his nose brushed against yours, looking into your eyes.

"Later, feel free to use my card to buy some new rings for me. I do quite like your taste." He said as he watched you blush and then he chuckled. "Oh, you thought I was kidding? No, sweetie. I want to give you even more of a reason to be captivated by my hands."

[petite-madame]

I just found again your account. I first saw your art when I was a teenager. And its been a while. Your art has felt like coming back to a brewed coffee and some pastries. Winter wind blowing against the coffee shop windows.

It feels like coming back home to fandoms i used to adore. And look at it fondly, in a nostalgic lense. You've worked very hard and honed your skill. I'm proud of how long you've been drawing and how you provided such joy and excitement in so many people. Heck even just sparked a glint in their eye whilst being on the internet.

Tu est merveilleuse. Tu as tellement contribué pour les fandoms. Merci énormément ♡

Hi anon ^^

First, I apologize it took me so long to answer. Messages kept piling up and it took me time to reach yours. 😳

This is one of the kindest messages I ever received. Not that other messages are not kind or sincere, or that I don't enjoy receiving or reading them but...you see what I mean ? 😳 Comparing my art and the feeling it brings you to "coming back to a brewed coffee and some pastries. Winter wind blowing against the coffee shop windows." is so...so poetic ? And strong ? And it talks to me, you see ? The nostalgia, the feels. 😭

It's really funny because I received a message from another anon who told me they hadn't "seen (my) art for years but it randomly came across (their) dash and (they) recognized the style right away" and I compared the experience to finding out that an old restaurant you used to go to as a kid was still open. That's me, I'm the restaurant, this little coffee shop that still tries to bring you good pastries. 🥳Sometimes, the menu changes a bit but it's still the same recipe and the same owner, who starts to get a bit old, but who is still enthusiastic about the new cakes available in his tiny shop.

I'm proud of how long you've been drawing and how you provided such joy and excitement in so many people.

I've always drawn, I think I will carry on as much as I can. And even if I draw for me (almost like a compulsion, a need), it's messages like yours that makes me carry on sharing my art on the internet because even if I have a "successful coffee shop", sometimes, I can't help thinking about some drawings I do "Nah, nobody's going to care about this one". 🤓 I forget about it but then, sometimes a few weeks later, I post the art and I receive messages from people telling me I made their day, that they were having a bad time but that my art cheered them up. It's incredible, right ? Someone is having a bad day in Milwaukee or Jakarta and me, and my stupid little "bakeries" helped them smile (*) for a couple of minutes. I think it's fantastic. So even if as an artist I love to share what I do, sometimes when I think that "nobody cares", I think about some random people and the possible positive outcome that my art can produce.

(*) Sometimes, I make people cry too because of death art and pretty angsty illustrations but that's another story. You're welcome, by the way 🤓

Of course, my artworks are not masterpieces, I'm not starting a pictural revolution, it's just TV show and movie characters doing "random stuff" but if these artworks that will be forgotten in 10 minutes will make someone smile just a couple of seconds at some point in time then, it was worth it. I guess. I hope so. (And sometimes, it's more than a couple of seconds because some people put my art as their desktop wallpaper or phone background. How awesome is that ? 🤩🥳)

Anyway, I'm rambling. 🙃🙃🙃 Thank you so much for this amazing message and for enjoying my art all these years. (Because I write, I write but I didn't even thank you!!)

I wish you a great weekend and I hope that you'll stop by my coffee shop again. 💗

[yuseirra]

Can you make a comic where hikaru and ai are having romantic physical touch, like kissing or cuddling???

I actually never seen hikaru and ai being romantically together, I always love your doodle and theory about hikaai❣️❣️❣️❣️

I hope you never stop 💖💖💖💖🥰🥰🥰

Hello~~~ heheheh.. I.. I was really surprised when I found this in my inbox today as I had my eyes open at 3am in the morning. What a coincidence because I ACTUALLY GAVE THIS AN ATTEMPT. JUST RIGHT BEFORE I READ THIS ASK. What timing, wow!! this was going to be left in my notes forever because I-...'d have been too shy to post it publicly but yeah it's dawn and I'm half-awake and dazed and all, I'm going to drop it here and slide back into the abyss

(yeah please do listen to Ruler Of My Heart btw I even translated the lyrics for you guys...it's in the link!! Imagine it's them singing them together lol. i listened to that as I drew this earlier)

I picture it's Ai who's made all the big advances, I mean that's exactly what's happened in the work. She initiated things. I think Hikaru'd have treated her very carefully considering how sweet he used to be.

To add, at this point I'm pretty sure these guys are at least inspired from Amenouzume and Sarutakhiko, they share too many similarities with those gods; and if that's the case, then even this is pretty accurate towards the legend and the gods because Amenouzume is the one who approached and got her man to love her, legends state SHE flirted w him and they just.. get married right after that. He just took a liking to her immediately... Even better, she literally got the perfect guy being the adorable and precious goddess she is, I'm so proud of her!! He governs over so many things and is so powerful (like one of the seven gods who have the title of Okami) but most of all he's virtuous!! He's noble!! Hey if I'M Japanese and and I write stories about the entertainment industry with gods involved there is NO way I don't incorporate this story somewhere?? I'd be so disappointed if it's not going to be mentioned when Amenouzume's already been brought up.

The reply got really long because I got overboard about this ship again, I'll put a read more ;)

If you've ever seen me throughout all these years, I draw tons of cuddles and fluff but I NEVER draw anything more than a cheek kiss, ever because I get embarrassed to bits. But with these guys...UGH let me justify myself, things look really bad rn but they ACTUALLY CANNOT GET ANY MORE MUTUAL IN CANON...

One of them states they were only alive when they had the other and that they loved her from the bottom of their heart and the other says they wanted to live with the other forever and confesses they were the first one they ever wanted to love, even while they didn't fully understand what love is!!! How strong IS THAT??

I care so much about canon, as soon as those dropped I just, there is no way I can't unsee that. It's just there. Furthermore, they already have two kids between them!!! They did all the things a couple would do, wouldn't they have??? I'm sure with all the positive comments they've made about each other, I can just go on and on.

What I can infer is, if there is someone who can make Ai drop those from her mouth out of her heart.. they're definitely the one who's made her really happy. She can't get more loving than that..he managed to do it, so I see him being so precious to her, he's worth everything to her you know? She went through so much for Kamiki's sake and yet she's so warm towards him I just can't!!! That's what got me because I could already see HE would have "loved" Ai a lot may it be twisted or not. Ai is smart. She's so serious about love too. Then what they had must have been so genuine. He couldn't have hurt her or made her suffer, that's not how it works.

The way I see it, he actually used to be the really gentle and timid type(this is what really gets me; he was so kind!!;), and he totally shifted upon having lost her. HE USED TO BE SO SOFT!!; and he still kinda is. I can see how he'd have been really nice in the past, it sort of does still seep through his behavior. He's just totally broken. This guy, I'm pretty sure he devoted himself to a cause related to Ai's life after she'd been gone...his life after her death is just him struggling to do something related to her, he's written that way and that's how he broke. How did he- what happened?? I just; he's broken so bad!!; Well.

Back to you, @jusmingamba :) I'm someone who's nuts over keeping close to canon,

if canon doesn't disappoint me, I can keep going... 'v')9 Thanks for the support! I don't want to stop either, I hope the MANGA doesn't make me feel that way, it's been so rough.. I knew it was going to be a tough road ;v; BUT GOSH. It's been so bumpy and tense and everything, I keep saying this over and over, but just what kind of guy did Ai love/?? The thing is, I see many good things about him but???;;; they make him appear as if he's so evil too so. I hope that's intentional. He has/had all the potential to be this really interesting and complex character, I hope they use it. I CAN. I WOULD. I CAN DO IT. SO I can't picture the artists not doing it themselves.. it'd be such a waste!!

If anything, they have to come back to them at least once before the manga ends because I cannot see Ai's wish being disregarded. That was an important plot point and I just DON'T see the plot being that cruel to her. They've been so cruel to Hikaru, geez.. but if he's someone she loved so much, I hope what she wanted does come through one way or the other, that's the only way I see this being a "fulfilling" story in the end.

I lost sleep.. I'm going to be so tired today and also pretty embarrassed from posting this but I regret nothing!! You're welcome!! Have a nice day!!!!

[lil-lost-mind]

(This is a bit of a along post about my general experience in the qsmp fandom, both good and bad, and it does mention xenophobia but not direct experiences)

I'm happy to see people here being so nice and reminding that we(Brazilians) are welcome here

I was really hesitant about interacting with fandom at first, I actually was there the Brazilians arrived because suddenly tazercraft live appeared for me on YouTube, I joined for a moment but didn't stay long, but I did look about it later. Because Brazilians youtubers/streamers are on a server with a bunch of people from other countries? I was curious about what this would lead to

Didn't regret it, but since then, I was a bit scared of interacting on fandom. Some comments on clips were fine. But then I started using tumblr because of a friend's recommendation, I kept a look on what was happening on lore on general but didn't really interact on fandom. Hence why I created this blog, and also why it took me so long to link this blog to my main one

Because, well, if I got hate for any reason, it would only be a sideblog that I only posted about qsmp. I could just delete it or just ignore them

I am by nature a person who is very shy to talk about my interests, it might have nothing wrong about it but I'm shy, I'm the type of person who goes on asks box on anon because is too shy, even if I'm not doing anything wrong there's this fear of judgemeent.

In the light of the recent events, I am once again reminded that's why I don't use or plan to use Twitter, but still I couldn't avoid but feel... scared in a way, I don't think anyone would like to be treated that way. And even a bit ashamed of saying that I'm brazilian. Ashamed might not be the right word, but there's this feeling wich is similar, and while I'm proud of being a brazilian, I just... maybe invalidate is a more fitting word, it's just feels like my culture is unimportant compared to others.

And this is what it seems, in my understanding, what looks like suffering from xenophobia is, but I imagine it's worse suffering it directly ofc, and ironically, I don't think I ever felt like that for those reasons before. And while I can't talk about how it feels when suffering from it directly, I feel bad for the people who had to go through it(not only Brazilians). Nobody should feel ashamed of their culture or ethnicity

Ofc tumblr isn't free of people like that. After all, no social media will be free from intolerance. But it feels like it's harder to see it. But I can't emphasize enough how it makes me happy to see so many people saying their blog is a safe place for us. After seeing this stuff, it makes things better, for me, at least. It reminds me that my culture isn't less important than any other

And qsmp brought something beautiful, the unity of communities. Because even with those bad things happening, it's not the only thing in fandom, it happens, and any fandom has this, unfortunately. But I love to see every time someone talks about their culture, facts about their languages, to see people motivated in learning new languages. It's beautiful and makes me happy each time

I don't regret making myself part of the fandom, the opposite, really, I've met creators that I would have never without the qsmp. I've met amazing people there, I've found incredible artists and writers. I've had fun

I've found the motivation to learn new languages again, more passion to draw

And I'm thankful to everyone there who is incredibly nice and so made me more comfortable interacting here, even if they will probably never know

So despite everything, I think it was worth it

Was worth reading character analysis and theories, enjoying stories, seeing fanart and animatics, learning new language facts and about other cultures. Was worth seeing people being happy

Again, I'm very thankful for all the people who made me, and I'm going to assume a lot of other people who needed to hear that, comfortable and validate here, I can't express how much this made me happy, I hope everyone coming from twitter have a good time here<3

And a very big and sincere "VAI TOMAR NO CU" to any xenophobic and racist person

I know very few people will see this, or even read everything, but I had to say this somewhere, so yeah, I'm rambling on tumblr again:D

[multifandom-worlds]

Braided Love

Genre: Honestly...no idea? Fluff? Angst? Truthfully I have no idea.

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: Violence, potentially inaccurate information, bullying

Author's note: THis is the result of my poll not to long ago. I went a bit off the rails but I am still proud of how it turned out! Let me know what you think!

“Boys, what’s the answer for number 5?” Kaida asks, looking down at her parchment while her hands are busy pulling her hair back into a loose french braid behind her head. Studying Potions always made her stressed, and when she was stressed, she got headaches, and when she got headaches, her usual pigtails caused too much tension on her head. 

“Matty? Theo? Are you two listening to me?” She asks again, looking up at them sitting across from her, mesmerized by what she was doing. She cocked her head to the side, tying off the end of her braid and moving it to the back of her again. 

“Hmm? Sorry, K, I was trying to figure out how you did that.” Mattheo says, running his fingers through his curls. “I don’t know how you went from pigtails to a braid that fast. It was under a minute. How?” 

“Are you telling me you've never seen a woman braid her hair before? I braid my hair every night before bed; you've got to have seen it before?” Kaida questions, looking at her boyfriend, very confused. “I can teach you if you'd like?”

“I thought you used magic to do it,” Mattheo answered her first question before he and Theo shared a glance, and both nodded.  “We'd love to learn,” they both said in unison.

“You two are freaky, you know that?” Kaida laughs before turning her attention back to her study material. “I swear you two are dating, and I'm the third wheel here.” Theo and Mattheo laugh in response before they, too, turn their attention back to studying, eagerly awaiting learning how to braid.

The trio finished studying, gathering their belongings and making their way to the Slytherin dorms so the boys could drop off their study material. Kaida chose to wait outside in the hall. She was unwanted in the Slytherin dorms, and several people made that quite clear to her the first time she entered with Theo. She rests her back against the wall, brainstorming ways to teach them quickly and in the easiest way.

“What are you doing here, mudblood?” A Slytherin student sneered, drawing her attention. She looks up, coming face to face with Marcus Flint - the Slytherin Quidditch team captain. 

Fight, Flight, Freeze or Fawn. Kaida was having an internal battle with herself, trying to figure out the best way to handle this situation when a family voice came to her rescue. “Fuck off, Flint, she’s waiting for us,” Mattheo says, stepping protectively in front of you while Theo comes up beside you. “If you have a problem with her, you have a problem with us, Flint. Do you have a problem with her?” 

He scoffs. “Why are you defending a mudblood, Riddle? Your father would be so ashamed of you. You are weak, a stain on the Slytherin name.” 

Kaida could see Mattheo’s resolve falter slightly, even from behind, and that angered her to no end. No one spoke to her boyfriend that way. Her jaw tensed, and her eyes fixated on Marcus from behind Mattheo. It took a whole 2 seconds for Theo to respond to her anger. “Not here, Kaids. He’s not worth it. Let’s go drop your books off and head to the Astronomy tower to cool off.” He whispers in her ear, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and grabbing Mattheo’s arm before walking away.

They get to her dorm, and Kaida excuses herself to the bathroom after grabbing her PJs. Usually, she would just change in the room, but with Theo there, she wasn’t comfortable. Mattheo and Theo flop down on her bed as they wait. 

“We need to do something about Flint before she breaks his neck,” Theo says quietly to Mattheo while they wait for her to finish getting undressed. He looks towards the bathroom, playing through possible scenarios in his head. Would they be able to stop her? What would she do to him if he caught her on the wrong day?

Kaida comes out of the bathroom and sees how worried they both look. She became afraid she had done something wrong earlier. Should she not have followed them to the dungeons? “Matty…? I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have followed you. I'm sorry you were seen with me. H-how can I make it up to you?”

Mattheo frowned, seeing how worried she was. He grabs her hand and gently pulls her until she is straddling his lap. “Baby, you did nothing wrong. None of what happened with Flint is your fault. He’s an ugly motherfucker that upset that I disagree with his tactics during quidditch. None of what happened is your fault. I don’t share SLytherin’s opinions on blood status. I don’t care if you're muggle-born or pureblood. You’re my girl, and that’s all that matters to me.” 

Kaida lays her head on his shoulder, snuffling slightly. Theo watches, contemplating the duality of his best friend. One minute, she’s ready to beat someone senseless; the next, she’s crying in her boyfriend’s arms, worried that she made school harder for him. “Matt would go to the ends of the earth for you, Kaids. When are you going to realize that the only people this fucker really cares about are you and me? He doesn’t care what Flint thinks; he doesn't care about blood status.”

She lifts her head from his shoulder to look at her best friend, frowning. Before she could say anything, Mattheo changed the subject. “Now, are you going to teach us how to do whatever fuckery is involved in this contraption?” He asks, taking his braid in her hand. 

Kaida chuckles before climbing off his lap and sitting on the bed in between them. “You know you’re going to have to practice quite a bit because it’s not something you can just pick up. It took me years to figure out how to do it properly.”

“Years? I don’t want years,” Mattheo whined, causing Theo and Kaida to share a glance before laughing to themselves. She stands up to rummage through her needlework containers, finding nine pieces of floss. She quickly tied a knot at the top of 3 of them, handing it to Mattheo and then doing the same for hers and Theo’s strands. She gives them each a book and a piece of tape to secure the floss to the book. 

Right over middle….left over middle….right over middle…left over middle.

Mattheo and Theo practiced for months after classes, getting quite good at the classic three-strand braid. It didn’t take long before Mattheo learned how to French braid his girlfriend's hair. In the quiet of the night atop the astronomy tower, Mattheo meticulously braided and unbraided Kaida’s hair, ensuring he perfected it. It became a nightly ritual for them - a way for Mattheo to calm his anxieties less destructively.

“Matty, you're an exceptional Quidditch player; why are you so nervous right now?” She asks, turning to face him in a secluded corner of the quidditch changing room. He turns her back around so he can finish braiding her hair for her.

“We’re playing against Ravenclaw, and with Flint’s hatred for you and everyone that’s not Slytherin, I’m afraid he’s going to do something..” Mattheo says softly, placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

“There you are, Matt, we’re about to…” Theo began before he interrupted.

“Why are you always with this mudblood, Riddle? You blood traitor. Salazar Slytherin would be ashamed to have you in his house. You are a stain on the Slytherin name,” Flint spit, rounding the corning just after Theo. He notices what Mattheo is doing. “You’re weak. You’re off the team.”

Kaida had had enough of him, all these cruel, snide remarks at Mattheo’s expense, but kicking him off the team and calling him weak was the last straw. She carefully frees her hair from Mattheo’s trembling fingers and lands a solid punch right to Flint’s face. He stumbles backwards, blood gushing from his nose. His eyes were wide with shock. She steps forward, grabbing the collar of his jersey before knocking his feet out from underneath him and shoving him to the ground, relentlessly beating him.

“Do not ever speak to Mattheo that way again, or I will hunt you down, and I will end your entire bloodline.” She spat, her voice cold and menacing as Theo wrapped his arms around her, pulling her off the barely conscious student. She wiped his blood from her face as she noticed the crowd that gathered around.

Kaida looks over at Mattheo, a mirage of emotions swirling in his eyes as Snape swoops in, “I will have you expelled for this, Abernathy!” 

Dumbledore walks in upon hearing the commotion. “You will do no such thing, Professor. Miss Abernathy, would you and Mr. Riddle please accompany me to my office?” His voice is even; it is hard to tell what he is thinking. Theo lets go of Kaida, steals a glance at his other best friend, and watches the two of them disappear.

“Madame Maxime was right to warn me about you, Miss Abernathy. You really do possess a hidden vein of anger. You were sorted into the correct house at your last school. I would like to hear your side of the situation.”

And so, the pair told the headmaster everything - their relationship, all the bullying from Flint and what triggered Kaida’s outburst in the first place. “Let me get this straight, Miss Abernathy. Mr. Flint came in to see Mr. Riddle here braiding your hair, and the action, he admitted, was very calming to him. He called him weak and insinuated he did not belong in Slytherin.” 

“Yes, headmaster. I am so sick of everyone thinking they know Mattheo and expecting him to act a certain way because of who his father is. Braiding one’s hair is not a show of weakness. Cultures throughout the world use braids for different things. The ancient Egyptians believed they brought good luck and warded off evil spirits, ancient Greeks used braids as a symbol of class, braids were seen as a modesty thing in medieval Europe, and if I’m not mistaken, African slaves used their braids to carry secret messages, tools, even seeds to aid in their escape. If people took the time actually to learn about something instead of judging based on appearance, maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation.” Kaida finished her monologue, and the conviction within her speech impressed both Mattheo and Dumbledor alike. 

“It appears as though we also have you in the correct house, Miss Abernathy. Your dedication to knowledge is awe-inspiring. However, that does not negate the fact you did harm a fellow student.” Dumbledore pauses. “20 points will be taken from Ravenclaw.”

“But Professor..” Mattheo began, ready to defend his girlfriend.

Dumbledore raised a hand, silencing Mattheo. “As a demonstration of your drive for knowledge and how you always look behind the veil, so to speak, in regards to a person’s true nature, I am awarding Ravenclaw 100 points.” He then turns towards Mattheo. “And for you, Mr. Riddle, for finding an outlet, 10 points. You may leave.” 

Mattheo grabs Kaida’s hand as the two of them exit his office. Theo was there, waiting for them. “So? Are you expelled?” He asked, looking at Kaida.

She smiles, shaking her head. “Let’s just say being a Ravenclaw helped me out.”

[the-fridge-orange]

Hello can I ask about your art journey? Like are you self-taught or did you take classes? How did you become good at art and what encouraged you to start sharing your art online?

PS love your art 💗

Hii, yeah sure, i love talking about my art journey!!!!!and thank you ☺️♥️♥️♥️♥️🌻✨✨

So im self-taught artist, i never had any classes or anything like that. The only thing that i had - art tutorials from internet xddd

Getting good at art took me quite a while 💀💀💀💀I was drawing my whole life but I saw it as hobby and was doing it only for fun, so i never bothered to learn things like anatomy or how light works etc. 🧍🧍🧍

But everything changed when i got into social media, there i learned that its possible to create digital art. I liked the idea, but i didnt have a drawing tablet and it seemed very difficult and impossible😍☺️

But one day i decided to try and downloaded drawing app on my phone. My first digital drawing were ugly as hell, and of course i posted it all on internet, on tumblr to be specific (my old blog, icant-choosename-help) , because even though it was ugly i was VERY proud of it👍👍 And i was sharing my art since then.

it took me a LOT of time and suffering to learn how to draw😭😭😭😭 But it is fun right now so it was worth it in the end🎉🎉🧚✨✨✨

(Sorry this answer is so long😭)

Edit❗ ok i want also to add that even my first digital drawings was so ugly i got support and good commets from other people on tumblr, and it encouraged me a lot to continue creating art🎉🎉🎉♥️♥️♥️

[primalbeatsourhearts]

Some Angel!Crowley HC's

Since I can't draw, ya'll are gonna listen to me ramble for a bit. This can either be a reverse omens au or a 'Crowley Returns to Heaven' thing. Whatever works, these are just idea's that I have and they can fit into either or. (If they don't, I'll separate it specifically)

Anyways:

- I have always LOVED the idea of Crowley being Raphael theory. Even tho my fanfics tend to cater to the idea of Angel!Crowley being Lucifer, I know our Lord and Savior Neil Gaiman said he wasn't. So this AU, Crowley is the Arch-Angel Raphael. Yes, Archangel with a Captial A so he's one of the big boi's. (I'll be referring to him as Raphael from now on)

-He is the youngest of all the Archangels. Basically the baby brother but he was actually very close with them. Though he was often in his own head, which resulted in him getting into more trouble than it's worth. That's fine though, everyone is used to his shenanigan's.

-We all know Raphael loved his stars, but we never see just how much. It isn't uncommon to see him cradling a newly born star in his hands, or singing lullabies that can still be heard (not as easily anymore, the noise pollution started drowning out the celestial songs).

-Raphael is also FEIRCLY protective of his stars. He's a relatively peaceful angel, never really made for war. But holy heaven is his wrath terrifying if you ever messed with his babies. He once left Gabriel shaking in his boots and fleeing the scene after a prank went wrong.

-He is an artist by nature and really doesn't do well with desk jobs. He figured out how to sleep before sleeping was even a thing when he started getting assigned paperwork. He swears God got the idea of sleeping from him. Gabriel thinks he shouldn't be as proud of that as he is.

-Speaking of Paperwork, Raphael is absolutely dogshit at it. If he isn't falling asleep while doing it and drooling all over the papers, his handwriting is SO messy that barely anyone can read it. He himself also struggles reading all the fine print and fancy lettering because his eyes are built to handle stars and galaxies. Not little tiny words.

-Doing paperwork got so bad that Raphael had to get an angelic assistant to help him out because he hated it so bad. The assistant often followed him around, reading out the paperwork as Raphael worked on whatever project he had at the time. This worked a lot better for all parties involved.

-Raphael and Lucifer often got into a LOT of mischief. They especially loved messing with Michael and Gabriel. Though neither of them liked Sandalphon at all, so he got the brunt of a lot of their harsher pranks. Raphael became especially menacing when he heard Sanalphon talking shit about one of his newly designed Nebula's.

-Raphael was never cruel to lower angels, in fact he was often quite kind to them. However, he often didn't notice them in the first place unless he genuinely needed something. He was often lost in his own head, imagining all sorts of future projects that he could work on. He would sometimes disrupt the conversation cause he came up with something, and would just leave in the middle of talking to anyone. -Though he did this with everyone, so no one took it to heart. Though they were quite surprised when someone saw him doing it to God too.

-When he does get into a conversation however, he is surprisingly snarky. You cannot count how many times he whispered something underneath his breath during one of the Archangel meetings that left Lucifer cackling in his seat.

-Once Raphael discovered fashion, that boy LOVED it. He loves wearing pure white, and especially having gold on his attire. He says it really brings out his red hair.

-His hair is also almost always long, he really loved the feeling of it and he found brushing it became a really soothing feeling to him. Though he wears it in so many different hairstyles that you'll never see the same thing twice a week.

-Raphael invented snakes and loves them dearly. So he often has snake memorabilia, and even has a large golden snake tattoo that crawls across his body.

-Raphael's eyes are very golden, and while he mostly stays in heaven, he still very much enjoys wearing sunglasses cause he likes the way they make him look. Plus it also helps hide his eyes when he's not paying attention to something.

-In the more recent years, Raphael is still in charge for tending and carrying for the skies and stars, but there comes a point where he can only do so much. So he asked if he could work somewhere else and now helps the angels paint the sunset/sunrise. So his clothing, face, and hands are almost always covered in pain but he very loves his work.

-Raphael's office is COVERED in plants. This boy loves his plants so much that he actively takes care of them in heaven and will even visit Heaven's nursery's to help nurture the plants before they are sent down to earth to grow.

-Speaking of Raphael's office, it is also covered in actual matter. Nothing is miracled as he much prefers the actual objects then the spawned in versions. Yes, he had a hard time fitting the desk in the elevator.

-Raphael is often brimming with questions and will NOT hesitate to ask them. He would annoy Gabriel, Michael, Lucifer or anyone he could get his hands on when he asked questions. Though in return, he will never fault anyone else asking questions. He will be honest in saying he doesn't know, if he doesn't know the answer.

-(Reverse Omens) Raphael thinks Unicorns are the coolest things in the world and will spend a lot of time with them. He was devastated to find out their demise on earth after the flood, and almost raged at God for that. He held his tongue.

-Being the angel of healing, Raphael has also been tasked with helping people heal. In the war, that is mostly what he focused on. He was an artist, not a fighter. Though he focused on healing both sides because he couldn't understand why everyone was hurting each other. Suffering never made sense to him.

-Raphael loved the concept of gender, and often changes between them a lot. Then the concept of the LGBTQ came out, and he loved it even more! Even if his permanent station isn't on earth, he LOVES going to Pride Parades whenever he can.

-(Reverse Omens) How he met the demon Azira was a long time ago, after he was assigned to painting. He grew curious of earth after finishing up a Sunrise, and decided to check it out. He met Azira and at first he was wary, but the demon's kindness and willingness to anwser questions made him stick around. Especially once Azira started showing him around. -Now him and Aizra meet as much as they can, but they do have jobs and are quite busy with their work. That is until the apocolypse and it meant no more sunrises or sunsets. No more plants, or animals, or fascinating humans or kids. Raphael didn't step up, all those millenium ago when the Great War happen. He'll step up now. Especially since his stars were also in danger of falling. Though he doesn't understand why the demon is so hesitant.

-(Crowley Goes with Aziraphale AU) Raphael wasn't really what Aziraphale expected when he took Crowley up to heaven with him. He knew him only for those few precious moments he had, but he also forgot just how spacey Raphael was. How he utterly detested being in charge. How mishevious he was. How little he cared about paperwork and would rather fly off with his stars. Aziraphale didn't realize how much the angel changed when he became a demon and he found himself wanting Crowley back.

---------------- Am done for now! I may come back with a part 2 if I have more idea's but anyways I hope ya'll enjoyed the word vomit I spat onto you all :D

[pendwelling]

The piece you just posted is so beautiful! I love it so much! I was so excited to see all of them together, thank you for working so hard on it.

How long did you work on it? There's so many characters and everything is so well done (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

OH WOW!!!! This is a super late response omg, but YEAH!!! Yeseo's birthday group piece... 🥹

I actually first started drawing it back in 2023 for his previous birthday but the sheer size and ambition of it destroyed me, so I ended up putting it off for an entire year haha,,, But after recently participating in the 2024 JYS Birthday Café as an artist collaborator, I was suddenly reminded of it again while looking through my files :') CedYesChris + Ganael and Élisabeth were already lined out, so I just had to sketch and refine everyone else!

It took me, I think...... 4? 5 days to complete everything (sketching, lining, colouring). Looking back on my IG stories spam I remembered the file on Feb 17th, and I worked on and off before reaching the final day where I put off sleep until a well-documented (via twt and ig whining haha) 6AM to post on the final day of the 23rd. I was a few hours late for his exact birthday wkdjsk but it was worth it! I'm very proud of the piece, so I'm super happy to know you liked it too 🥹 thank you so much!!!!

Hopefully I'll be able to do something of that magnitude again, I adore the entire cast and drawing them would be so fun TTvT

[jjamjamm]

Love Story

Masterlist

Wordcount: 872

Summary: Dwalin is a bigger softie than he lets on.

It was finally that time of year again, Valentine’s day, a great day to show your husband just how much he meant to you. You had been planning for a while now, and everything had managed to work out for you just in time.

You were excited to give your husband his present, very excited, so excited that you were waiting outside of his meeting, impatiently waiting for it to adjourn.

He stepped out the door, with the crowd, and couldn’t hide his smile when he saw you sitting against the opposite wall.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked, holding a hand out to help you up, “Thought I wouldn’t see you ‘til tonight.”

“That’s why I had to come see you.” You said, moving to kiss him, and nearly catching him by surprise.

Of course, actually catching him by surprise was something you had only managed a few times throughout your relationship. He was a difficult man to sneak something past, but you knew he had no idea what was coming later.

When you parted, he wrapped an arm over your shoulder to start on home, but you stopped him and gestured the other way.

“Why don’t we take a walk?” You asked.

He agreed, not quite understanding where or why, until you reached a place he was very familiar with.

“The forge?” He asked, as you dragged him to the station where he usually worked, “What have you been up to?”

You grinned at him, as you produced a knife, and set it on the workbench. He rose an eyebrow at the gesture, before picking it up to look it over.

“Did you make this?” He asked, noticing the craftsmanship.

You nodded, incredibly proud that it had turned out as well as it had. You had had strenuous lessons with Thorin before he helped you with your project, but every moment had been absolutely worth it to see your husband’s expression right now.

“Do you like it?” You asked, nerves bubbling up as he stayed quiet “I know it’s not your axes, but I thought it would be nice for you to have one I made.”

“Of course, I like it.” He said, sliding it into his belt to wear it proudly, “It came out beautifully for a first piece.”

Now that truly was a compliment, but you had to admit, “I did have a little help.”

“I’d hope so, a forge can be dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing.” He said, “Thank you, I’ll always have it on me.”

He slid a hand around your waist, and pulled you in for a kiss, when you pulled apart, he took your hand.

“Let’s go home.” He suggested, and this time you agreed.

Little did you know that he had something up his sleeve as well, and when you got home, it was wrapped on the bed.

“It’s not a beautiful knife.” He warned, handing you the package, “But, I think you’ll still like it.”

“I’m sure I will.” You said, pausing to kiss him before you sat on the edge of the bed and opened you present.

Underneath the wrapping, was a book, with a plain enough cover, save for a title carefully imprinted into the leather.

“I’ve never heard of this.” You admitted, recognizing that the word must be khuzdul, “What does it mean?”

“You know this one, I’ve called you it before.” He insisted, taking a seat beside you before telling you anyways, “Ukrad, my greatest heart.”

You rested your head on his shoulder for a moment, before you turned just enough to brush your lips to his, “That’s sweet.”

“Why don’t you open it?” He asked, waving for you to lift the cover.

When you did, you looked at the most detailed drawing you had ever seen, of you and your husband in a half embrace, while smiling at whoever held the book.

You let out an audible gasp, before running your finger over the drawing, “You had us drawn into this book?”

“I’ve had more than that done.” He said, taking the next page and flipping it to reveal the start of the story.

Your eyes locked straightaway on two names that stood out in the print of the text, and you read the start, only to discover it was the story of how you met your husband.

“Dwalin, you had a book written about us?” You asked, setting a hand to your heart. He really was the sweetest dwarf, “This is amazing.”

“I figured it would be nice,” He admitted, gently brushing a hand over the page, “This way, if we have any little ones, we could read them a proper love story before bed.”

“A proper love story indeed.” You agreed, flipping through the rest of the pages, and noticing more drawings popping out at you. You had to stop, worried you would begin to cry if you kept going. You traced the title with your finger, and set the book down on your lap, “I love you so much, thank you for this.”

He kissed your temple, wrapping an arm around you, “Want me to read it with you?”

“I think we know how it goes.” You teased, “But yes, absolutely.”

[hornedadvance]

Horned Advance

Chapter Q1 - Red

This chapter takes place a while before the current main story.

Dear Diary,

Hi hi, It’s Quinn! Checking in once again before bed. It’s been a while since I met Paly, but she still won’t open up to me. It took long enough for her to tell me her name alone, and I had to coax THAT out of her with milk and cookies! It’s a shame really, because she has the most beautiful red eyes but she always keeps them concealed, either looking to the ground and letting her hair droop over her face or avoiding eye contact entirely. I wish she’d understand that her red eyes are what makes her special! I wish I had red eyes like hers. I’d be the talk of the town! They’d call me red eyed Quinn…I’m bringing her some bread mama and papa helped me bake today. Hopefully she’ll let me past her tough shell if I keep feeding her.

Yours truly, Quinn.

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Dear Diary,

Guess who?! Yep… You’re right… It’s me Quinn. I showed Palo some drawings I did today. I scribbled them down with papa’s pen but filled them in with red paint I got from mister smith down the road. I wasn’t very proud of them, but when Paly saw my drawings of my little imaginary hero fighting off beasties cloaked in red her eyes lit up for the first time since we met. I couldn’t stop smiling since then. I was smiling SO much that mama and papa kept asking me what happened when I got home. I’ll never tell them though, I promised Palo I’d keep her a secret even if it killed me! Yours artistically, Quinn.

—

Dear Diary,

It’s me again! Sorry. Not too much variety around here, I know. Anyways. Today I told Palo I couldn’t come out for a while, because mama and papa were sick and I needed to take care of them. I lied! I feel pretty bad about it too. Mama and papa always told me never to lie. BUT! This time I lied with GOOD REASON! I am starting work on my secret little project. A gift for Palo. I want to make her a dashing red cloak, just like the heroes from my drawing… It’s starting slowly. I’ve never sewn before, and I’m asking mama to teach me each day. I’m very clumsy, and I prick my finger more than I do the cloth… But I’m still determined! If I can see her pretty red eyes light up again, just like before, I’m sure it will be worth it. I’ve been giving the town tailor all of the pastries I’ve been making for cloth and thread. It SUCKS to not have the pastries myself… But sharing them with Palo later will make up for it. I’ll report back to you with my progress!

Yours hungrily, Quinn.

—

Dear Diary,

It’s DONE! My masterpiece… A cloak of beautiful red, just like Palo’s eyes. I couldn’t make it all of the same cloth, so it’s a little patchy. And the threadwork is… Mama says it's great, but I think she’s just being nice. I tried my hardest making it, and it feels comfy to wear at least. Now I’m starting to worry… Hopefully Palo will like it, I will be really sad if it doesn’t make her happy. All of my pocket money went on this project! If it doesn’t make her feel like I want it to I’d be devastated… I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow. See you then!

Yours anxiously, Quinn.

—

Dear Diary,

Today I gave the cloak to Palo. My hands were shaking a little as I handed it to her, and this time I was the one avoiding her eyes. I felt bad to be so avoidant after pushing her to open up to me all this time, but I hope she’ll forgive that. I was expecting her to be unimpressed, underwhelmed or some sort of disgusted… But like magic, as I handed it to her, a sparkle washed over her eyes, and for the first time since we met her face went red. I could see the tears start to pool in her eyes, and a shaky smile form on her face. She leapt onto me and cuddled me tightly for a minute or two. She’d never even touched me outside of sharing food until now, so I was shocked but I reciprocated her warm hug until she pulled back from me. I was hoping that the cloak hadn’t torn or anything in the process, and to my relief it was fine aside from a few creases. I helped her put it on and it reached perfectly just down past her waist, with furls around the neck and a cool spiky pattern on the bottom. Even with the messy cloth colours and patterns, the red in her eyes seemed to match the cloak perfectly. It suited her like a charm, and for the first time since we met, she grinned happily at me, just as I had done to her all this time.

Yours happily,

Quinn.

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[coastalcreatureworks]

As Disability Pride Month is nearing a close and I wanted to insure I get one more post up here even if I didn’t find the energy to be more active this year. Though that in itself is something as a disabled person I’ve had to come to terms with time and time again. However while my goals to educate have fallen to the wayside, I did take time to take care of myself this month which is also a suitable way to celebrate the month.

in the name of coming to love yourself fully and living authentically I wanted to share a self portrait of sorts. Red Dead Redemption 2 is a game that is very special to me and in a way it helped pave the way toward me becoming confident in myself. This is technically a character I created for a fanfic I was inspired to write to help with coping with the trauma of being disabled during the pandemic. I also just wanted more time with my fave characters but, I digress. Being such a big fan of RDR2, and as an artist fascinated by Rockstar games’ art style I took on the challenge of rendering Matt in the style of the promo material. Which is quite a undertaking when you’re color blind. This ended up a mark of great growth for me. I drew a human that looks right, I did an act of self love by drawing my full authentic self voluntarily for the first time. Matt also has my connective tissue disorder and blindness which I used to never do with my characters. I drew a horse well for the first time and I’m still beyond proud of what I’ve accomplished both artistically and personally. Self acceptance is hard at the best of times but, however the path you take toward it, it’s worth the journey even as that becomes something you need to practice versus expecting it to be one and done. I hope you find some media that you connect with as throughly as I connected with this game.

[stillm0nster]

a dark castle, only the bone white light from the moon dancing through the open windows and crevices along the cold walls. a familiar yet not so familiar scent lingered in the air, drawing him further, leading him through the empty hallways. his heavy steps took him to the main hall, a garden of withered flowers that had made itself a home in the very middle of the room. his dark hues darted around, noticing the countless broken mirrors, barely able to see his reflection in them. exhausted from what seemed to have been an accident he went through, he fell onto the flowers, their dry leaves rustling when scrunched by his weight. he was so tired…

MEET ME NEXT LIFE . . .

heedo's eyes shot open and he heaved, having woken up from his few hours long slumber. the dream he had was so weird, so out of this world. hands frantically touch over his stomach, chest and head, as if he knew where his injuries were, remembered the way the bus crashed and then everything went black. " what— " what happened? looking around, he met familiar eyes— those of eddy and valerie’s. " guys? what happened? " he began, trying to explain what was the last thing he remembered but by their expressions, he could tell something wasn’t right. the immense hunger he was feeling wasn't helping either. god, he felt like he could swallow the entire world. it was eddy who spoke first, had to explain what happened, despite his unwillingness to do so. leaving heedo to find out on his own was possibly the worst thing to do. he couldn't.

hearing of his own death and the fact that he had woken up again, now in transitioning, heedo thought he had gone mad. what kind of a joke was that?? this couldn't be real. although ... it made sense, the way eddy was acting sometimes, avoiding hanging out with the group, skipping classes for days, saying he was sick but maybe, he was actually dealing with ... with this type of hunger? unable to listen to any of it, heedo got up and stumbled out the door, down the hallways of the dormitory until he was outside. it was night, chilly air brushed his heated cheeks, ruffled his hair. " this was just a dream. " he told himself over and over again but the hunger wasn't going away. has it been that long since he last had a meal? rushing to the closest street vendor in sight, he got himself some food and ate it as if it was just a single bite. nothing changed, the hunger was there. eddy's voice echoed in the back of his head, that he has to consume human blood in order to complete the transitioning. what if he didn't want to? wandering down the empty streets, heedo was starting to question if his existence as a vampire would be worth it? a vampire, really? something he never believed was real. the irony of this.

" fuck— i can't do this... " he told himself but his mind was running a mile a minute. what about hyemi? he couldn't possibly leave her alone! what about his friends? he had finally found his place among people he likes and vice versa. and what about aeri? he was already imagining his life with her in it! but now his life could either end there or continue forever. but forever is an awfully long time. how can he live on after seeing the people he loves leaving this world? what about his degree and his dream to become an engineer? his grandma would have been so proud to see him succeed.

grabbing onto his head, heedo fell to his knees and screamed on the top of his lungs. this couldn't be happening. he had to live! he couldn't let go now. he couldn't miss on the opportunity he was given, his second chance at living his life. how easy could this life be now, though?

the first person that showed up in his sight that night was his first feed, his first victim. after lunging onto the other, he was holding down the young woman with his weight, his fangs punkturing the porcelain skin. the blood was going all over his face, dripping down his chin while he was sucking sloppily until what was left was only a dry body, lifeless. it felt like his thirst was quenched. finally.

[kinocomix]

untitled project devlog 8: themes, and pain

At first, when I said I wanted to discuss the themes of my project, I thought that maybe there would be some convenient article, book or philosophy deep dive I could reference, which does not seem to be much the case, seeing as how my approach to themes is very personal. so… here’s some thoughts.

In case it’s not abundantly obvious by now, the story features a band and music quite prominently. One of my original elevator pitches for the comic was “think metalocalypse meets bandslam, but with the scope of Ernest et Celestine and the presentation of a black and white Wes Anderson film” which is the vaguest shit ever and I’ll eventually get my head out of my ass long enough to stop worrying about spoiling the story. My point is: the act of being creative is at the forefront of the story. What drives it forward is something I won’t mention in this series, but a lot of ideas emerge when you decide to write something as personal as making art. Things like purpose, belonging, self worth, expression, communication, validation are things that every artist or musician deals with quite regularly and no story about creativity would be complete without them.

The first post ever made to this blog was a webcomic name fancomic that, looking back, isn’t bad but remembering the reason why I made it is what makes me cringe. I wanted attention. When I started making art I expected to be famous in 100 days. literally, I wish I was exaggerating. 

In every artist’s journey with art, they reach the point where they realize that the only things really worth pursuing are the things they’re passionate about. Sometimes this is drawing commissions, other times people do commissions to keep themselves alive. A lot of times, the art people are passionate about barely gets any attention at all. It's a fact that a lot of creatives secretly know that people who get successful doing something they love are very lucky. 

It takes maturity to be happy for people and proud of their hard work as opposed to being an envious child but that doesn’t mean we don’t secretly want success as well. If I could have enough dedicated readers to make my comics for a living but never be famous I’d do that in a heartbeat. Every big shiny thing is destined to accumulate dust, I don’t want to be a big shiny thing, I want to be a reliable hill you can trust to be there year after year. It took me a while to get to the mindset I work with today. 6 years might not feel like a lot when you consider the insane careers some artists had, but as far as people go 6 years is a lot. I graduated, finished a book, worked on 2 short film productions that have both won awards (one of which for my sound design!!), moved house, freelanced, started a stable job, been to therapy, gotten an operation, nearly lost people, been through an explosion, an economic collapse; and I think that’s just the stuff I’m remembering off the top of my head. 

Finding documentation and sources about this kind of stuff is pretty difficult because this is not what gets publicized about media. However, if you pay enough attention some similarities start to appear.

The manga Berserk is pretty famous for its elaborate artwork and story. It doesn’t really need an intro and I’ve been told I need to read it which I plan on, but that’s not the point right now. As you may know, Kentaro Miura, the author and illustrator of the manga passed away in 2021. For fans of the series, while very tragic, this wasn’t all that surprising. The dude doesn’t fill in black. he crosshatches everything. An admirable feat, which makes you thankful that a friend of his, Kouji Mori, decided to finish making the manga after he passed away. 

Many other manga share this. Vagabond by Takehiko Inoue, has been known to frequently go on hiatus. So has Hunter x Hunter by Yoshihiro Togashi. A lot of times, an artist’s undying faith to their work is because of how passionate they are about it, the people involved in making it or even the audience. I forget the exact interview this is from, but Linkin park has gone on record for saying that sometimes they need to consider the audience. you see them always excited to talk about how experimental their music is, which is great, but when you know someone’s on the receiving end of what you’re making, it’s bound to make you think a bit differently. 

This video of George RR Martin and Stephen King chatting kind of outlines the different approaches they have to writing. One of the most iconic quotes is “how do you write so fast?” Spoken by Martin. Now I’m not here to talk about Game of Thrones, trust me I couldn't care less but it does bring up one point worth talking about which is inspiration, discipline and what that has to do about your malleability as an artist.

This is the trailer for H.E.R.A., one of the short movies I worked on as a sound designer and general handyman. It was written and animated by my friend Alaa Fleifel with the help of some wonderful fellow artists and animators for some of the scenes. Alaa and his studio Phat Chik are an example of what I’m talking about.

pictured: Alaa. 

When I talk about being malleable, I don’t mean that in the X-men mystique “I chameleon my way around the world” school of art though that can work in some cases, sure. What I refer to is one’s ability to keep making their art. During the production of H.E.R.A., there were at many points obstacles that would have shot down most movie productions. The sound designer had to prioritize staying alive so he had to unfortunately quit the project midway. Alaa had to juggle a fulltime job, commissions and a rapidly decaying economic system that meant most clients didn’t want to pay well anymore so he had to outsource some of the background art and scenes to friends and animators that he paid out of pocket. The production timeline lasted a year and 8 months, most of that time was spent patching up the team in the background. Working on H.E.R.A. taught me that there is no project in existence that is the result of one human being. Everyone has at least one person to give them advice, someone who goes “hey, I know a guy” and very often that is not just one person. When band line ups change, it’s sometimes treated with an air of disregard.

“oh, it’s just the drummer”

“it’s the rhythm guitarist, their job is pretty easy anyway”

Had Alaa waited around for inspiration or permission to make his film, it would have never happened. Sure, a lot of why we get to watch the absurdist sci-fi acid trip that is H.E.R.A. is due to some luck and connections, but a lot of it is also due to a rejection of the notion that inspiration is what primarily fuels creativity. 

So what does that say about the story? usually I find it helpful to present my themes in the form of questions, so here’s what i’ve been able to come up with:

Who does art/music belong to?

How much of the soul of art and music gets lost in translation? 

How do you balance making stuff for yourself and an audience once you have one?

How much does inspiration really matter?

I need to be honest with you about something. 

I’ve been kind of avoiding talking about the more… personal themes at play here.

it’s not because I don’t know what they are, really. They just come from a place of deep discomfort and humiliation for me. I’ve obviously become a much different human being over the course of my 27 years on the rapidly traveling rock in space but it’s never not weird for me remembering the dumb things I did or said growing up or while I was finding my footing as a writer. There are entire projects and dozens of pages of things that I threw out the window before I felt confident enough in something to be able to share it. there’s a lot of fucking up you do while growing up and not surprisingly, I feel more comfortable seeing my weird feelings in fiction than I do laid out in bullet points in a devlog. So I promise you this:

the people in the story are going to be human. Faults, warts and all. The only thing I ask of you is to know that while those warts are real, they are not mine anymore. Every day that passes, I grow a little bit more, and maybe at some point I’ll grow tall enough that the light trickling through the trees will feel safe enough to fly.

Merry Christmas, and may every year bring a little bit more sun.

Devlog updates on tuesdays. 

[tothewildersea]

What Happened to “To The Wildersea”?

Well, where to start? First off, I am so sorry I disappeared. I thought about coming back here so many times to explain but the past six years have been hard. And explaining why I was giving up something that was so important to me for so long…it hurt. Admitting defeat is never easy.

Around the time of the last post, in the midst of trying to juggle a new full time job and this project, my computer died. I had planned to come back, or at least I kept telling myself that, once I had a working computer. Then my mother got sick. In the midst of her illness, my father got sick too. But we didn’t know about it until a few months before he passed away. I had a couple years with my mother. Until she joined my father. Like I said, it’s been a hard few years.

In the middle of all of that, I transitioned. There were themes in this story that are pretty clear in hindsight, but I couldn’t see them as I was drawing them. But all the same, this story was my way to process being transgender. It took a few major tragedies for me to actually see myself, but I got there in the end. I’m thankful I did. Despite everything, I’m happier now than I have been for a long time.

So, will I be going back “To the Wildersea”? The answer is no. I will be keeping this up for as long as I am able, as I’m proud of the work I did, but I’ve kinda moved on from the person who made this. Truth be told, I was never quite sure where this story was going. I had a rough idea but I never had all of the pieces. I wish I hadn’t left it on such a cliffhanger (I had always intended for Fie to be rescued and in the end for her to finally be the woman she always wanted to be. I am a little sad I never brought that to fruition)

I’m actually in the middle of a new story. I took the broken pieces from the Wildersea and the lessons I learned from breaking them, and put them into something new. A story I’m really proud of. I’ve grown as both an artist and a writer in the time between there and here. Another process piece about being trans, of sorts, but one in which I have all the pieces. It’s called “Along the River Phoria” and while it has nothing to do with the Wildersea, or its world, it’s a sister story of sorts. A very similar flavor. Not animated, but that’s probably a good thing for my hand, lol. If you’re interested, you can read it here

To those who followed this, I don’t expect you to follow along with that one. I know I kinda did this story dirty. I can’t promise I won’t give up the ghost on that story either. Webcomics are brutal work, however satisfying it may be. But I did want to come back, if only to explain. I am sorry. But I’m so grateful for those of you that followed along and commented. You all made it worth it. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Safe travels.

Love,

Ava

[lovelymindescape]

Hi! May I get a matchup for LOTR/HP? I’m straight and I go by she/her pronouns. I think my MBTI is INTJ but I can’t remember, lol. I’m 171 cm, pretty athletic, and I love to play football, draw (preferably traditional) and write in my free time. I have dark hair and grey eyes which I like :3 I consider myself an extrovert and have good social skills. I’m also ambitious and a hard worker. My aesthetic matches dark academia, I think. Really opinionated, have no tolerance for BS and have a quick temper when it comes to that, and I’m learning to be less combative because sometimes it’s not worth it, you know? I can be sensitive but I handle criticism well, though that sounds like it is an oxymoron 😅 Thank you ❤️

I’d love to give you a ship myself for both fandoms!

Here's your matchup , love <3 tell me if you liked it

For Harry Potter

I ship you with

OLIVER

you met at qudditch practice

first you were like academic rivals , but in qudditch

it would take a while until it got better

in you 4th year , you finally befriended

in 5th year , you just finished a game and won

he came up to you and was like 'i really like you ' , you said ' ohh , i really like you to '

so he just took the chance and kissed you

let's just say the crowd was on fire

at the Party , for the win, you guys talked and decided you were now in a relationship

it wasn't secret but both of you don't go and tell whole hogwarts

on dates you sometimes play qudditch , only you two and kissed in the air on the brooms

he's a caretaker and makes sure you don't overwork yourself , drink and eat enough

he soon knows how to calm you down

it's like he's your safespace

For Lotr/th

I ship you with

LEGOLAS

you are an elf of mirkwood

you are good friends with him even if he's the prince

one day you go spider hunting

he sees one as he shots his arrow , you already killed it and wanted to see if it's dead

his arrow meets your arm

not good

he instanly brought you back , he cares way to much about you

the nurses said you had a fainted and it's gonna take some time till you wake up

he said he'll stay there and he did until the nurses kicked him out

he said goodbye , while he kissed you

little did he know that you had woken up , a few moments ago

the next day you confessed everything to him

he just said 'i knew it '

the next days he comes visiting you

You went on painting dates , he's actually very good at it

he writes you loveletters and little notes that make you smile

you both convince his father to let him marry you

Let's just say it was a very big party and a very hot night

So love , that was it . This is not my best work and i'm not proud of it . If you want i can re-do it <3