#was thinking about it some times ago and is glad to finally draw it :D

[babyblueetbaemonster]

@devilrose if Thorbeth wants it, he can beat Acelta in arm wrestling because Acelta only have 30 strength XD

Oh, ah, yes, the "How to beat magic quest with no magic", we've all seen it.

So... About Martin's story XD I still hadn't brought Martin to the Priory at that time... and I met Tooth on shore. He told me to meet him at the bottom of the Bay. I didn't think much and I followed him.

I had the enchanted ring, so I cast water breathing on Martin before we went in the water. He did follow me, but stayed close to the surface. Couldn't blame him.

But! Tooth told me we need to stay down here with him, not only for "a full three hours", but also "do not wander off."

I said yes. Not a big deal. I can handle it, and I can even cast the spell for the both of us. Then I looked back. Martin was so far up.

I should re-cast the spell for Martin, but I wouldn't dare to drift too far from Tooth. Especially not too close to the surface. I chose an angle I can saw both Tooth and Martin. His spell did ran out, and he swam up and stayed up there, which is good.

At some point Tooth suddenly swam away, I followed immediately. Martin saw we're moving and followed again. Tooth only swam for a few meters, so we all stopped. Later Martin noticed we're still not done, so he swam up to breathe again. Good for him.

After three hours, Tooth decided "ok that's enough, bye". Then I passed the test, and not once did Martin pass out! Good jobs, team. After that, I cast Water Walking on both of us and we walk back to shore. See, Tooth? I'm very good at Alteration.

Come to think of it, I should've let Martin stay on land at the beginning. Sorry Martin ^^'

Martin, starts to think we're not gonna continue on to Weynon Priory. (side note, Martin's puffing cheeks is based on a meme I like. I just think the red cheeks are cute. Will reblog below)

Bonus:

If you know the reference, I'm sorry XD

[15depressedducks]

Flowers Can Grow in Concrete C15

When N awoke his hand was laced with someone else’s. He tried to separate his from theirs, but they wouldn’t let go. He tried to move his leg but something had coiled around it. Let! Go! I want to get up!

[System Message Start]

[Open your eyes]

[They are safe]

[You are safe]

[System Message End]

Well, your help. N opened his optics and blushed. V was holding his hand. Their tails had curled around each other’s legs. They both had an arm over Uzi. Well then! I’ll just get up- He still couldn't move, V was subconsciously stopping him. Guess I’ll stay…

N closed the eyes on his visor, yet, kept the 5 on his headband open.

Some time passed, it was peaceful, N loved it. When V awakened she blushed too and quickly pulled away.

“Need me to untie my tail?”

“Perfe—WAIT YOU'RE AWAKE?! FOR HOW LONG?!” N unwrapped his tail from V’s leg, chuckling as his eyes opened.

“Only a minute or two. You wouldn’t let go.” V blushed more.

“Shut up!”

N untied his tail and rolled onto his back.

Uzi then jumps onto his midsection, making him wheeze.

“Uzi!” N said in a concerned yet playful tone.

“Haha! Got you dad!” The two disassembly drones froze.

D-Dad? Di-Did she just call me D-Dad?! That question looped in his head over and over and over. N’s tail started wagging. Hard.

“Did you just call him, Dad?”

“Yea! Cuz he's like one to me!”

That made his heart melt more. It felt like a dagger in his core was twisted. He couldn’t speak so he hugged Uzi tightly.

“Ahh! Ur swishin me!”

“Sorry!” N lossend his hold but was still hugging her. V chuckled.

Under his breath he uttered something only he and he alone needed to hear “I thought you would never call me, dad. Thank you, Uzi.” 

—————

It took some time for the shock to wear off. Uzi consiters me, ME, her dad! HER DAD! AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! N was giddy. He was jumping all over the place, V had to tell him to calm down several times, yet he never could.

They were sitting on the bed, Uzi was playing with a wooden giraffe and elephant. 

“Has she called you mom yet~?”

“Noo-Actually, she might have”

“What!? When!?”

“Two days ago, when J chased me and her.”

“Why did J chase you?”

“She wanted to kill Uzi.” Nonchalantly V said.

“WHAT!?”

“Calm down, I don't think she’s planning on doing it again…”

V turned her attention to Uzi “Hey! Small size! Did you call me mom when J was chasing us?” She yelled.

Uzi yelled back “Yea!”

And that broke V. She was stuttering on what to say next. 

“No fair! Uzi called you mom before she called me dad?” N playful said.

It took V some time before she could respond “I guess so…”

—————

All 3 of them started to draw. 

“So V what are you drawing”

“Lizards, you?”

“I’m drawing some dogs!” N is laying on his side a bit, Uzi is laying across his legs.

“What about you Uzi?”

“My family!” Uzi lifts the paper up, showing a drawing of 3 drones, 2 tall ones and a very small drone in the middle. Above them reads ‘My FmiLEy’ and below the drone is ‘moM    mE    dAd’. “It's not done yet” and Uzi continued to draw.

V looks at the drawing, then at the ground. Sweat was dripping down her visor.

N was flabbergasted. N Couldn’t hold his excitement any longer, he gave a long squeak then pulled Uzi closer to hug her.  

“Th-Thank you, really.” His tail was swaying back and forth. V had to pull N off of Uzi before he broke anything in her with his hug. 

When Uzi finally got to breathe she smiled and said “I’m glad you like it. I worked hard on it!” 

N replied with “like it? I LOVE IT!” His tail swayed faster.

“I’m almost done with it!” Uzi held it back up. The new addition was another drone, under it read ‘ANT’.

V erupted with laughter.

—————

“What are you? A koala?” V questioned Uzi

“What’s that?”Uzi asked. V froze, a loading icon displayed on her visor.

“Do you know what a mouse is?” N asked.

“Yea”

“Like that! But bigger, fluffier, no tail, and clings onto trees!”

“Oh. Then yes!” Uzi proclaimed, She was lying on top of N, and wouldn't get off. She was practically demanding that N have her 24/7, so he obliged.

They were inside the landing pod in the lower level, N laying down on the couch as V sat on some pillows on the floor. They were watching a show on the laptop Uzi's mom gave them. The show that they had playing on it was about a family of blue and orange dogs doing family stuff.

“I’m hungry”

“Well For some strange reason I can’t move… Do you have any idea why?” N teased Uzi

“I’ll get them.” V stood up and walked over to one of the drawers. She pulled one open and grabbed a pack of batteries.

As V was walking back, she opened the bag and ate one of the batteries inside, then she handed it to Uzi.

“Fank Ou!” Uzi was already consuming the snack.

“Hey! Don’t talk with your mouth full!” V teased Uzi.

“I’ll do what I want!” Uzi matched V’s energy.

“Oh no you won’t!” And V pulled on Uzi’s leg, ready to play with her.

“Ahhhhh! Dad! Help!”

“Afraid I can’t squirt” N chuckled.

“AhhHHAHAHA!” V was tickling her.

“V-EHHEHEEHEE! STAHP IT!” Uzi giggled fiercely.

N watched as the two played. V would pretend to sometimes lose her grip, which Uzi would try to escape, But then V would grab her and pull her back.

By the time V stopped Uzi was worn out.

“Was that Sooooo Bad?” V softly punched Uzi, It barely moved her.

“Yes.” Uzi Said dully but with a playful grin.

“Well I’m hungry, oh look batteries!” V grabbed the bag and tossed one in her mouth. She was laying on her side

“Hey! Those are mine!” Uzi tried to grab the bag but V held it up out of her reach.

“Not anymore!~” V said in a sing-song voice.

“N! Catch!” V tossed the bag to N before he could regester what was happening.

“I-Um-” Uzi was climbing onto him, trying to get the batteries. V was sitting up in a cross-legged manor.

“Here!” N tossed the bag back before Uzi could get it. She let out a groan and slipped off the couch and ran to V.

V then grabbed her, sat her down in her lap and gave her the bag. Uzi happily munched on the snack in her new seat.

[cloudcountry]

♡ AUBURN'S MUTUALS !! (there's more of you than i thought HELP)

@tinyletterz / 🍙 — my friend since forever ago, genuinely one of the kindest people i have ever met. she's so cute and she writes beautifully!!!! i highly HIGHLY recommend her flower language series GFGRGRGRGRFRFR

@identity-theft-101 / 🪓 — bonded over mushroom stayed for the eels tbh!! chaos incarnate BUT he has a cute bird named asa that said she loves me so i'm winning

@names-are-dumb / 🐚 — i'm so glad i got to introduce them to twisted wonderland. i am reliving my own experience through him rn. IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE OCTAVINELLE GRAHHH!!!!! one month later and we're married he's my husband and my angelfish that i write cringe ass sonnets too and i adore him <33 muah muah

@merotwst / 🧶 — LITERALLY SO SWEET OMG. she's so warm and welcoming its no wonder people just gravitate to her :C i adore her tbh she made me feel so welcomed even though i'm still scared of most twst writers LMAO

@shkrmpp / 🦐 — one of my first moots!!! personally i really love their hair dye headcanons GRAH they're so cute BUT!! they also draw C:< AND ITS A CUTE STYLE. plus their blog always looks MUAH

@siren-serenity / 🌙 — YOU'RE EVIL I STILL THINK ABOUT "i need you" WHY DID YOU WRITE THAT /lh no but actually you're so good at writing angst that rips my heart out like. if i want to sob i'm going for your azul angst (ITS A GOOD THING PROMISE)

@siphoklansan / ☔ — BEAUTIFUL ART. STUNNING. i love love love how much detail she puts into her pieces (yes i am thinking abt the floyd piece for the lipstick challenge ITS SO CUTE) AND SHE DREW STUFF BASED ON THE SONG HEART ATTACK AND I THINK ABOUT IT EVERY DAY.

@fukashiin / 💌 — silly little goofy deuce rambles and omg the leech twins. I REREAD THE STARING THINGY SHE WROTE OVER AND OVER AZULLLL AZUL'S PART IS SO %@$!%##@%!$#$%@!$#%@$!#%!@%#$!@#$%

@ryuubff / 🪼 — omg there is literally so much i could say about them. my first obey me mutual. the first person who was alike "omg let's create solomon content together." i love talking to them sm and honestly they deserves the best because they're so kind and creative C: WAHHHH

@hisui-dreamer / 🌟 — SO SWEET. i know i'm saying a lot but i have so many mutuals that made me feel so welcomed and rinna was one of them. every single piece of work you'll find on that blog is brewing with emotions and gentle care I LOVE.,,.., I LOVE!!!!!!

@officialdaydreamer00 / 🌠 — ?!?!?!?! ALSO INCREDIBLY KIND AND SO SO CREATIVE!!!! they draw me things all the time and it literally melts my heart :((( i love lov love talking to them about octavinelle and they're super easy to connect with :(((

@the-v-lociraptor / 💙 — we literally just became moots a little bit ago BUT i find a lot of good fanart through her!! she reblogs a lot of cool stuff :D !!!!!

@ceruleancattail / 🔷 — I FORGOT TOW RITE SMTH HELP EM anyways <33 ceru writes some cute ass shit that makes me kick my feet and squeal (AND ALL THE AZUL CONTENT I HAVENT BINGED YET....UGH IM SO EXCITED)

@i-like-forgs / 💪 — appreciator of sand cats and draws a lot!! the creator of my wedding venue with azul and enabler of so many of my ramble i am clinging to his ankle as he drags me around

@valerie-leech / 💚 — we just started talking but they're part of the auburn azul wedding squad!! :D im excited to interact with them <3

@twst-beam / 🎉 — we also haven't talked a lot yet but i can't wait to get to know her better C: !!

@iseethatimicy / 💎 — a fellow azul kisser!! i finally found another one!! :D has an unholy amount of azul memes i do not know where they come from (probably pinterest) but they are Fascinating

@acornwinter / 💫 — sends random shit in my inbox because they started talking about their dreams once and i decided Yes!! and now they draw my ocs and its super cute and i love their little tiny ppl drawings C:

@totallymem3 / 🥀 — we just started talking but!! very sweet <33 her art style is just MMMMUAH CHEFS KISS!!!!!!!!! i love it. it reminds me of spring.

@z3llous / 🐸 — draws azul SOOOOO good i love lovelovlevoevloev his art!!! its so scrumptious i eat it all up for breakfast lunch dinner ON NOMNOM

@cecilebutcher / 🪩 — has a bunch of really cool ocs!!! igor my belobed /p they have such a creative mind and its a pleasure to listen to them ramble about the characters they created!!! :D

@ang33333333l / 🙏 — another azul kisser!! we haven't talked much but i can tell doll is a very sweet person <33

@axvwriter / 👻 — SHE HAS AZUL'S DORM UNIFORM AND IM SO JEALOUS. LITERALLY SO UNFAIR.

@soru-ya / 🍞 — THEY WROTE AROACE CONTENT FOR ME :((((( CRYING RN they're such a good writer please go check them out PLEASE im begging you

@rains-asleep / 🐝 — ANOTHE RGOOD WRITER WHAWHWAHWHAHWA <33333 we had such a deep conversation about caramel once it was enlightening.

@shinysparklesapphires / 🎀 — floods my inbox with precure stuff and now its next on my watch list. started the laura and azul siblings conspiracy :O !!!!!

@twistedchatterboxed / 🌊 — The jade kisser ever. we have a lot of mutual moots (hehe say that ten times fast) so i'm excited to get to know her better!! :D

@keii01 / 🍡 — she's so sweet i want to put her in my pocket and carry her around everywhere i go!! she draws a lot of cute stuff too (there is no such thing as too many ribbons <3)

@tsun0tar0u / 🐉 — showed me a genshin glitch once and i have never been the same. also i would die for kafka btw. normal about rollo btw. So Normal.

@non-binary-lil-shit / 🍄 — enables my marine bio and mycology rambling!! also i am very concerned for you C:

@queen-shiba / 🦁 — your profile theme is literally so pretty i am eating it right now (IDK I JUST LOVE ORANGE) also the leona blender post made me so confused but also i laughed really hard HELP

@vioisgoinginsane / 💜 — she likes some vampire game i think LMAO but the twst content? YUMMY. a writer once in a blue moon and apparently best known for the BITING ROOK HUNT post. GET IT!!!

@moonlit-midnight / 🌸 — hannah is such a good writer :(( WRITES PLATONIC FICS DID YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE!!! PLATONIC FICS!!!!!!! they're all so adorable and make me want to curl up under a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate <3

@ryker-writes / 🦚 — asked about to deep sea and LET ME TELL YOU i got so excited about it and im still writing it hehe. ryker writes a lot of familial angst so its that your thing go for it!!

@datboredpencil / 💀♦️ — GORGEUYS ART ABSOLUTELY SCRUMPTIOUS YUMY UMY UM AN ENTIRE BUFFET!!!! theres a lot of idia x cater content too if thats youre thing!!! :D

@twistwonderlanddevotee / 🪷 — we havent talked a lot but im still happy to have you here!! :D

@beeirdos-buzzing-bogaloo / 🐥 — apparently very normal about sebek. the Most normal. we havent talked a lot but hes silly :D

@dove-da-birb / 🪿 — literally so funny. putting you in my pocket right now!! ALSO I LOVE YOUR BRAINROTTING HELP

@loser-jpg / 😬 — YOUR BEWILDERMENT AT MY DASH SPAMMING WAS REALLY FUNNY i hope you get used to it </3

@ashipiko / 🌺 — THE #1 ACE KISSER EVER???? her art is so munchy and yummy i want to eat it :(( HER STYLE IS SO CUTE SRSLY IF YOU HAVENT SEEN HER ART YET PLEASE CHECK IT OUT

@shyhaya / you should pick an emoji!! — wrote the most fantastic delicious delightful heart wrenching thing for azul and tagged ME in it :(((( AAAAAA IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE IT SOONER. IF YOU EVER WRITE FOR AZUL AGAIN PLEASE TAG ME I'D LOVE TO SEE IT.

@musicalhistorical / 👹 — omg hi quotev person you've been putting up w my bullshit since forever ITS SO FUNNY TO SEE YOU HERE LMAO

@thehollowwriter / 🎶 — ITS LITERALLY A CRIME I HAVENT FOUND YORU WRITING SOONER??? WHY HAVENT I SEEN IT??? IM GOING TO BINGE YOUR AZUL FICS RIGHT NOW EVERYONE SHUT UP I AM SHAKING YOU AROUND QUINN

♡ AUBURN'S ANONS!!

magical girl anon

seahorse anon

❤️ anon

[thatonecrookedsmile]

["So what can you expect in the coming months?"] ["…you never know!"] ["He’s always watching me..."] ["-I saw Mister Drew the other day…was meeting with that Connor fellow, holding some papers."] ["I think they saw me looking though…"] ["Just too many secrets being cooked up in the kitchen!"] ["If I didn’t know better, I’d say there was magic there."] ["A well calculated understanding between creation-"] ["-big things are coming!"] ["-and creator."] ["Massive things!"] ["That smile…"] ["..you just learn to go with it."] ["He’s always watching me..."] ["You just watch…"] ["I’ve got a good feeling something great is going to happen…”]

...

…How very interesting,such… knowledge.

{A message from Wilson Arch}

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Yoooo, guess who is having a birthday today. Me,obviously. :D

Oh, and Wilson too, I guess. If you wanna be THAT guy.

Remember when this video came out there were people who heard the voice at the end and thought the voice was either Sammy or the Ink Demon? Man, those were the days. However with all due respect, I'm glad neither case was right in the end lol.

On this day 5 years ago, "Unknown - April 14th" was posted on YouTube, which means it's been 5 damn years since we first heard from Wilson...

man, what a damn BABY MAN, am i right folks

It's interesting to think that even though it's been 5 years, we've only known who Wilson really is for 2 years now (or more appropriately, 1 year and 5 months of those 5 years). Of course, now, after BATDR was released, we know who he is and what his place is in the Bendy universe. But between April 1, 2019 and November 1, 2022, all we knew about him was that he…existed. He was someone - someone bad apparently - who sounded old and who would have some relevance in the plot of Dark Revival. And that's it. We had no name, no appearance, nothing. He was someone, but we didn't know who.

It's no wonder he was only referred to as "Unknown" by fans during these 3 and a half years.

In the end, I would say that this drawing is a mix of 2 things. The first being the result of an idea I've had for a while, which is basically making a drawing in relation to the original video/"unknown" tape, but this time with Wilson, since now we know it was recorded by him. Plus it's been 5 years since the original upload,5 years of Wilson. I think this would be the perfect time to do this.

And second, a strange kind of redux/homage/"final chapter" in this kind of "collection" of drawings I did between 2019 and 2022 all based on the idea of "the unknown weirdo from BATDR saying How Very Interesting Such Knowledge" and so on. All of them having other characters in mind in the role of the Unknown. And now, here I am, redoing this idea again, only with The Man Himself this time. The real Unknown. Now as the Known, so to speak.

Going back to what I said before, you can see this drawing as a kind of farewell to this particular idea that I've kind of repeated over the years, as I've now done it again only with Wilson this time. (Does this mean I'll never draw this concept/line of thought again? I mean, I assume so. But there's no guarantee I can't make something similar again down the line. Who knows what the future holds. We will see what happens in the next 5 years.)

But,yeah. 5 years of Such Knowledge™.

Have a good April Fools' Day.

(Also, there are still a few hours until the day ends where I live, so for me it's still April 1st, so yeah, this still counts)

[amethystina]

HEYY ⭐

Firstly, I want to thank you for the last chapter you posted because even though it broke and tortured my heart, it's the third time I've reread it. Seriously.

Second, and that's really random, I just wanted to ask if you've watched "weak hero class" or if you intend to watch it. I know you're busy so I understand if you haven't watched it or don't want to! But if one day you do want to see it I would love your perspective on the drama ☀️

Third, and this is also a bit random, since when did you start drawing? Your drawings are wonderful.

Hi there! 💜

That's some serious level of masochism right there x'D But I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter! It was a painful one for everyone involved, I'd say, but I AM glad that it's finally out there. I've been waiting for this moment for a long, long time and now I can finally start building towards Ga On accepting his feelings and sexuality. Which I really look forward to! :D

As for Weak Hero Class, it is on my list of things to watch, yes! I just don't know when I'll get to it. I've heard a lot of good things about it, but I also understand that it's pretty heavy? And I just haven't been in the mood for that. But I definitely plan to watch it eventually :D

It's a little difficult to pinpoint exactly when I started drawing because I always have? Like, even at seven years old I was good at drawing and so I just kept doing it (also helped by the fact that my big sister, whom I idolised, also chose it as her hobby and I wanted to copy her). But I tend to say that I was around 14-15 when I started getting SERIOUS about drawing. So 20 years ago now.

I actually did a summary of my art over on my drawing Tumblr, featuring works from the past 20 years.

Though, I won't lie, sometimes I can't help but wonder if I could have gotten further, much faster, if I'd gone to art school or actually put some organised effort into improving my art. I DID go to an art school for one year back when I was 23, just for funsies (mostly to learn other techniques), but I'm basically self-taught aside from that and I never really had a good strategy for how to practice. Which I think slowed my progress down a lot.

But yeah! I started around 20 years ago, when I was 14-15 :)

[bmodiwrites]

You Drew Stars Around My Scars

Hi friends! This one is based of a prompt I got sent a couple of days ago. The general gist of it is janitor x workaholic AU. So, here we are! Eddie's a story board editor with nothing to go home to and Steve, well, he's a janitor. This little beauty is filled with cuteness, a few twists, and lots of steddie goodness. Oh, there's some naught stuff, too. Minors, DNI! Check it out here or over on AO3! Let me know what you think in the comments below <3

Dropping the ludicrously expensive color pencil back onto his drawing desk, Eddie reclines back into his chair. He quickly clenches and unclenches his fingers in a desperate attempt to get some blood flow back to them. The sketch before him, a recent episode idea for Epic Kids, is almost perfect – after ten straight hours of work, Eddie is glad to see the thing finally shaping up into what it’s actually supposed to be.

As a story board artist, the demands on Eddie change daily. He doesn’t work for one show or something simple like that. Instead, he works for a company that dabbles in both television and video games. His projects range from children’s shows to multi-million dollar selling video games. No one knew the 90’s would be the time technology blew up – now, so many different game consoles exist, Eddie is never shy on work.

Upon picking up the craft right out of college, Eddie didn’t expect this to be the rest of his life. Sometimes, though, the world works in mysterious ways. The children’s book he always wanted to write comes alive in the shorts he draws and ideas he shares. Though he’s still wanting to put together a D&D epic for younger kids, Eddie is content enough with his lot to continue doodling on someone else’s dime.

He's about to pick the red pencil back up when the creak of his already open door startles him. It’s well past the time at night where anyone else is usually in the building. Eddie likes to close his door until everyone leaves so he’s got the space to himself. Now, he’s drawing in ambient light with nothing to disturb him – except, he guesses, for a gorgeous man dragging along a cleaning cart.

For a lingering moment, Eddie knows the man hasn’t seen him yet. He’s got headphones covering his ears and his head bobs to the beat. Strong hands are already reaching for the tools he’ll need to clean the floor before clearing out Eddie’s trash. This guy is new because no one ever took the time to sweep up the pencil shavings under Eddie’s desk. Lately, he’s been coming back to the office to a clean space. Now, he knows who the culprit is.

Since the guy still isn’t reacting to Eddie’s presence, brown eyes greedily take in their fill. Though the headphones push it down, the janitor has gorgeous hair. It’s thick and dirty blonde. Eddie thinks about the potential for amazing hairstyles and almost swoons. As his eyes roam a little further, Eddie notices wide wire-framed glasses pushed up an angular nose. They enhance hazel eyes that are now looking at him with a mix of panic and surprise.

“Oh damn, I’m so sorry. No one is ever here, I didn’t even think to knock. I’ll uh – I’ll come back later.” The words are out of the new janitors mouth so fast that Eddie’s head spins. Though, he’s quick to put it on right in hopes of keeping this mouthwatering stranger in the room.

“Hey, it’s alright. I should be thanking you. You’re the first cleaner to ever pick up my pencil shavings. It’s awesome, man. I appreciate it.” Eddie finishes his thanks with a soft smile. It should be enough, saying something sweet before moving on. Yet, it’s not. Eddie feels compelled to keep talking. “Are you new?”

The guy looks incredibly uncomfortable for a second before nodding. It’s brief and coarse but it’s a reaction – one that Eddie wasn’t all that sure he was going to get. Happy with that small crumb, Eddie’s smile widens.

“Cool, you’ll like it here. I’ve been working behind this desk since college. Loved every second of it.”

His comment is met with silence that lingers so long Eddie thinks his new friend is done with the conversation. He’s about to grab at his pencil again when that deep voice sounds off.

“Maybe you’re right. It’s really quiet. I like that.” The man pauses for a second, takes Eddie in. His hazel eyes roam over Eddie’s face and down until he sees the drawing on the desk. For an instant, those eyes widen, but the moment is gone long before Eddie can process it.

“I’ll let you get back to your work, Mr. Munson. Sorry again about the interruption.”

Shrinking back at the name, Eddie calls out immediately – “It’s Eddie. Please, call me Eddie.”

Though the man doesn’t verbally respond or outwardly acknowledge Eddie’s request, there’s a short little nod before the squeaking of the cart sounds again and the enigma of a man is gone as quickly as he came.

Over the next couple of weeks, Eddie changes his routine in hope of bumping into their new custodian again. He walks the halls every couple of hours during the day to see if the man works while the rest of his crew does, but never finds him. He then stays a little later, lingering in his office until the call of food or a television show or plain boredom has him collecting his bags to head off for the night.

Eventually, Eddie’s enigma makes another appearance. This time, though, Eddie is not prepared for him. He’s been curled up into the sanctuary of his arm, napping soundly, since his last meeting. They ripped apart his drawing and asked for something completely different than what Eddie had been picturing. The game isn’t even out yet and Eddie is over it. The headache that sets in kicks his ass, making the call of the flat of his desk so very enticing. He doesn’t know he’s fallen asleep until the door kicks open and he’s blinking awake.

“Shit, I did it again. I’ve been saving your office for last every day, trying not to disturb you on your late nights. Sorry, Mr. – Eddie. I don’t mean to disturb you.”

Sitting up a little straighter in his chair, Eddie stops him before he can go. “Wait! You don’t have to do that. I don’t mind the interruption. It’s probably needed. I’m spending way too much time here, anyway.”

With an invitation to stay, the guy doesn’t take off like the rocket he had just been trying to become. Instead, he lingers in the doorway, eyes roaming over Eddie again. Since they’re staring at one another, Eddie doesn’t disguise his desire to look back.

This time, Eddie notices a thin little mustache that covers red and probably delectable lips. They’re plump and forming words that Eddie is obviously missing out on. He clues back in just in time to catch the tail end.

“ – my friend’s son loves Epic Kids. I get so many more cool points now because I know one of the artists.”

Eddie is glad he managed to tune back into reality – catching that compliment makes the rest of his shitty day seem insignificant. Epic Kids is his pet project, one he’s much more interested in than the stupid game pitch still haunting him from his desk. Though, Eddie is unsure how the man before him knows about his involvement. He hasn’t had a new project for the show cross his desk since they first met.

“How did you know I worked on that show?”

The man smiles then, his lips (they are absolutely kissable, Eddie just knows it) quirk into a knowing grin. For the first time since Eddie encountered him, there’s a sign of life outside of trash cans and a grumpy demeanor.

“That first night I barged in, you were working on a doodle that ended up in yesterday’s show. After Lucas finished up the episode, I watched through the credits. Eddie Munson, Storyboard Editor, is pretty hard to miss.”

“It’s kind of unfair you know my name and I don’t know yours,” Eddie petulantly says before he can stop himself. Though, it’s not a bad thing because the man laughs, genuinely chuckles, and points to the embroidered name on the left side of his tacky blue jumpsuit.

“I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.”

Eddie’s cheeks heat up for some reason, as if access to a name gives him so much more. While it’s just a title to call the hot man that roams the halls at night, Eddie sees the vulnerability as something more. An obvious door has been opened and he’s timidly excited to step through it.

Steve becomes a regular fixture after that. It’s easy for him to wheel his cart into Eddie’s office at the end of the night and make conversation while he goes about his duties. Eddie draws or sits in his chair listening intently to everything Steve’s got to say. He learns about the man’s found family and his platonic soulmate who also doubles as a roommate whenever she’s in town. The connection they have is something that should be cherished, despite only being nurtured for a handful of minutes the nights Eddie can force himself to stay late enough.

There is, of course, an easy fix. Eddie isn’t one to actively pursue another person, especially when he’s not quite sure about their interest. Steve, it seems, is the exception to every rule that Eddie’s ever put into place, however. Their time together is too nice not to extend it past the walls of his workplace. Never mind the fact that Eddie is more than excited by the prospect of Steve in anything but the ugly blue uniform he’s forced to wear. The man is beautiful, Eddie sees that through and through. Something tells him, though, that Steve has lots of potential outside of navy blue.

He bids his time until the perfect opportunity presents itself. It’s a Thursday night and Steve is already talking about the weekend. He has yet to mention Friday night, however, so Eddie takes that as his chance.

“What about Friday? Are you free? There’s this joint in town I’ve been dying to try out, thought you might like to come.”

Eddie waits with bated breath as Steve blinks a few times behind his thick lenses. He goes about putting the trashcan back in its spot, even replaces the bag before looking in Eddie’s direction.

“Uh, yeah. That – that sounds good. I haven’t been out with adults I didn’t grow up with in ages. I think I’d really like that.”

It takes a massive amount of effort for Eddie not to happily jump up from his chair. His fist is tingling with the need to thrust itself into the air in triumph, but Eddie keeps control. After finally securing some extra time with Steve, the last thing Eddie wants to do is muck it up by being over eager or worse – immature with his excitement.

It seems, however, that Steve is just as excited. Pink overtakes his cheeks and a smile that Eddie’s never seen before stretches those gorgeous lips wide. And while he’s not making eye contact with Eddie at all, Steve sneakily glances in his direction time and time again as he finishes up.

Eddie feels like he’s back in high school again, fumbling over his first crush. It’s a glorious thing, experiencing freedom like that after the fickle mundaneness of adulthood.

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As expected, Steve is an absolute dream out of uniform. The yellow polo Steve’s wearing makes the hazel in his eyes stand out beyond belief. His blue jeans are tight in all the right areas, enhancing thighs and ass like navy blue fabric never could. Eddie has to physically close his mouth upon first glance, lest he starts drooling before the date actually gets started.

Thankfully, Steve spots him across the weird little bar and makes a beeline in Eddie’s direction. The space they’re in is an eclectic little place that serves beer while it’s patrons play mini golf on the two courses out back. It’s one of the coolest things Eddie has seen – he desperately hopes this little place won’t be the last of such an interesting idea.

Everyone around them looks to be enjoying themselves, either way.

Glad for that knowledge and reassurane, Eddie makes quick work of getting them both a drink and the things they need to play the first course. Steve is slightly stiff as they start but loosens up by the third hole.

Now that they’re not in the noisy bar and the party before them is a couple holes ahead, Steve relaxes. He starts to shoot better and actually takes a couple pulls of his drink. It’s a relief because Eddie already thought he blew it.

As it turns out, Steve is just a man with a little social anxiety. When it’s just the two of them, Eddie gets so much from Steve. He talks about his family the most, the little brother (who’s not actually a ‘real’ sibling, though Steve counts him as one) that’s been a pain in his ass most of Steve’s life, the niece and nephew he spoils incessantly. It’s a beautiful thing to experience a person so dedicated to the people around them.

Eddie tries to reciprocate by telling him about art school and the program he did throughout. He talks about the children’s book he wants to write, despite never spilling the beans of that to anyone else in the entire world. Uncle Wayne doesn’t even know the plot of Eddie’s dream work. For some reason, Eddie can’t stop himself from speaking so earnestly to Steve. It doesn’t hurt, however, that Steve is pretty candid with his words, too.

The only thing that Steve doesn’t talk about is himself. After the first date and then the second, Eddie chalks it up to nerves and taking things slow. He’s in deep already, so the change in pace is a welcome thing.

Except, it keeps happening the longer they’re together. Two dates turns to two months of dating, two months of Steve avoiding questions, two months of them never once setting foot in Steve’s apartment. Admittedly, the lack of personal details is a little off putting. Though, Eddie is eager enough to see where things might go with Steve that he pushes all of that aside. One day, one day really soon, Steve will open up.

It eventually happens, just not in the way Eddie ever thought it would.

For the first time in their entire relationship, Steve’s walking him towards his door. Well, he’s backing Eddie up against it because they can’t keep their hands off each other. Between their intense connection and the chemistry that runs rampant, Eddie’s been edging himself, waiting for this very moment. It’s a little much now that it’s happening but Eddie’s here for it, eager and willing, too. So much so that he doesn’t question Steve leaving off lights as they stumble inside.

Despite the time it took them to get here, Steve is anything but patient and inexperienced. He doesn’t fumble or miss buttons in the darkness of the room. His accurate attack gets Eddie out of his clothes in record time.

Instead of taking off his own, however, Steve immediately drops to his knees, eager hands finding Eddie’s cock without struggle. Long fingers wrap around the base while Steve’s other hand drops to Eddie’s balls. He rolls them at the same time the wetness of his mouth sucks in the head of Eddie’s cock. It’s so glorious, Eddie can do nothing but thread his fingers through Steve’s hair and pull him closer.

The suction is so good that Eddie has to dig the nails of his free hand into the fleshy skin of his palm. Drawing blood is the only thing stopping Eddie from shooting down Steve’s throat but it’s all too good to make him stop. At least, Eddie thinks that until the end is actually imminent. Then, he tugs on Steve’s hair, pulling him off as gently as possible.

“You’re way too good at that. Care for a little something more?” Eddie asks as Steve stands up from his spot on the ground. There’s a smile on his face, though Eddie barely recognizes it in the dark. He thinks to ask about the light but bypasses the urge – if Steve wanted them on, he would’ve flipped the switch as he passed.

Knowing that, Eddie is a little surprised that Steve takes off his clothes at all. Usually when a person liked to keep the lights off, they liked to keep their clothes on, too. Steve, it seems, is filled with contradictory worries and triggers. He sheds his clothes in the same manner he disrobed Eddie. It’s efficient and quick and soon, they’re both standing in front of each other naked as can be.

Steve doesn’t give Eddie much time to take him in. That self-conscious air is back, despite Steve covering it up by sliding his body on top of Eddie’s on the mattress. They fit together so well it’s difficult to keep up with anything at all aside slick slide of Steve’s hips as he grinds down against Eddie. Their cocks are both wet with pre-cum that makes each brush of their pelvises an electric thing. Eddie is already done in – he’s not sure how much more he can take.

There must be precognition in Steve’s life because he moves away from Eddie right as he thinks that. It’s both a torture and relief, one that’s only made better by Steve shifting his body so he can dig into the bedside table for a condom and some lube. The triumphant little noise he makes is kind of nice, too. It reorients Eddie back to the real reason they’re taking each other apart. He loves Steve. Steve loves him. Coming together like this is the ultimate culmination of their feelings for each other.

That thought echoes in Eddie’s head while Steve lubes up a finger, then leaves a dollop of the cool liquid on Eddie’s hip for later. When that finger breaches him, Eddie lets Steve project his love into him, feeling complete for the first time since things started between them. It’s satisfying and dizzyingly delicious.

Steve is very good at the things he’s doing to Eddie. His fingers take no time at all to find Eddie’s prostate. They nail the bundle of nerves tirelessly before not touching it again for many minutes on end, despite more digits coming to the party.

Eventually, three fingers barely skim against it by the time Steve’s getting antsy for more. Eddie too is right there with him.

“I’m good, Steve. I’m good. I need you, baby.”

A soft chuckle slips from Steve’s lips that are pressed against Eddie’s neck. While hands fumble between them, Steve kisses and nips little marks into soft skin, distracting them both from the lurid slip of a condom down Steve’s cock. Eventually a hard tip presses against Eddie’s entrance and the softest of whispers echoes in his head.

“I’ve got you, Eds. I’ve got you,” Steve mumbles, his words laced with lust and want and anticipation that reaches a peak as Steve finally presses inside.

It’s so difficult to keep his composure, Eddie doesn’t even try. He yells out a loud “fuck” that sits in the room with them. While Steve draws back and thrusts forward, Eddie clings to him. He runs his hands over Steve’s back and sides, tracing lines of something like scarring from one side of his torso to the other. If he was thinking straight, Eddie would’ve taken that all into account. Instead, he wraps his arms around Steve’s neck and lets the man drop even more weight upon him, distracting Eddie further.

When the end comes creeping near, Steve’s head is tucked into Eddie’s neck, his harsh breath like a tsunami’s wind. Eddie is hanging on the precipice, already able to cum for minutes now. He’s clutching to that edge just to make sure he tumbles off at the same time Steve does. It only takes a handful of thrusts and a cleverly placed bite of Steve’s teeth right above Eddie’s collarbone for both boys to free fall into the unknown abyss of immaculate pleasure.

Eddie must black out because the next time he blinks back to consciousness, there’s light streaming through Steve’s windows. There are curtains but each one is pulled back, letting in the light.

It’s then that Eddie sees them, the reasons behind Steve’s need to keep the lights off in front of Eddie. There are scars everywhere that Eddie can see. Some are long and thin while others look like something tried to take a bite out of Steve’s skin. The flesh is red and raised, though healed completely all the same. Eddie wants to reach out and touch but he refrains. Intimacy is a gift he doesn’t want to give away. Misplacing Steve’s trust in him is not at all what Eddie wants to do.

Already, it’s too late, though. Steve turns slightly, revealing more of the scars on his chest and neck. There’s a long line around his throat that Eddie is surprised he’s never noticed. It obviously hides well under all the clothes Steve wears. This time, he doesn’t tamp down the urge. His fingers brush up against Steve’s neck on their own accord.

“What happened, Steve?” Eddie’s eyes are welling up with tears. He can’t decide if he’s mad at whatever did this or overwhelmed with the need to care for the man before him. That must be clear – Steve doesn’t draw away or try to hide. He rolls over completely and pulls Eddie into his arms.

“It’s – really hard to explain,” Steve starts, his hand idly running up and down Eddie’s sides as they cuddle. “The town I grew up in, Hawkins – it made the news a bunch of times a few years ago.”

Sensing some familiarity, Eddie wracks his brain, trying to remember but New York is a long way away from Indiana. He still nods his head, willing Steve to go on.

“Some crazy stuff went down that you probably won’t believe. In the end, I took a beating to make sure my family got to see another day. I got… taken and the things that were trying to tear Hawkins apart, they did this to me. A couple times over.”

Steve’s a little breathless when he finishes. Despite not sharing all that many details, Eddie knows whatever he just purged from Steve is a lot. It’s something that’s stricken him down in unimaginable ways.

For all it’s worth, Eddie leans further into Steve, dragging him in a little closer. He doesn’t know what to say but that seems to be okay. Steve wraps him up tighter and lets the easy silence settle between them. Without noticing, both drift off again.

Between a nap and another round of amazing sex a while later, Eddie is famished when they eventually resurface to go about the rest of the day.

Steve volunteered to cook so Eddie wanders around the apartment. He takes in the comic books and CDs. There are toys in a box in a corner and a big tv box tucked into a nice looking stand. It’s simple and nice and totally not what Eddie expected at all.

Neither is the master’s degree Eddie sees hanging from the wall.

“Steve, you went to college? For longer than the mandatory four years?” Eddie’s voice is high, the shock clearly coming through.

Steve comes bounding around the corner, a spatula still in his hand. “What are you screaming about in here?”

Eddie takes a long breath and then another. He looks at the diploma on the wall and then back at Steve. “You never said you were a college boy.”

Laughing lightly, Steve shrugs his shoulders. “You never asked.”

“But – “ Eddie starts, his face flushing. The mere thought is too much. How can he ever say the words?

Steve, of course, beats him to it. “But what? But I’m a janitor? You know, Eddie – that’s pretty narrow minded of you.” The words hold no malice, despite the tone of Steve’s voice.

“I don’t like people or crowds. I have PTSD from all the trauma in my teens. Offices and university campuses are the Mecca of loud noises and large masses of other humans. Instead of putting myself into danger, I work a slow job that fits my complexities. It’s exactly what I need, Eddie. Kind of like you.”

The last sentence is enough to make Eddie’s head spin. He for sure thought he was getting a lecture where in fact he gets the opposite.

Steve strides towards his bookcase a determined look in his eye. He searches and skims his fingers over book spines until the right one is in his hands. “Read this. You might understand things a little better. I always told anyone who asked that the events weren’t real but they are. Everything I wrote down in that book is what me and my friends went through. All of it.”

Steve taps the top, looking directly at Eddie. “Read it, don’t read it. If you’re curious about me, you’ll find a lot of what you want to know between those pages.”

All the sudden, Eddie remembers where he heard the name Hawkins before, where he’d even been privy to Steve’s name prior to them meeting. Looking down at the book in his hands, Eddie distinctly remembers demogorgons and bats with tails that stung and ripped and tore. Quickly, Eddie riffled through the pages in order to get to the back cover.

There, in all his gorgeous glory, was Steve Harrington, not at all smiling at the camera. Reading into the bio, Eddie ticked off all the educational credentials that Steve has. Two master’s and a prestigious scholarship from the university he used to teach at. Despite himself, Eddie is surprised, yet not all at the same time.

Instead of continuing to read through the book in hopes of finding out more details, Eddie closes it and puts it back on the shelf where Steve found it. Sucking in a long breath, Eddie nods, then goes to join Steve in the kitchen. Now that the cats out of the bag, Eddie thinks he might enjoy learning more about his boyfriend strictly from the source himself.

As Eddie settles himself against Steve’s back, he allows himself to relax. Steve’s mystery is one Eddie can’t wait to pick apart. Until the clues lay themselves out for him, however, Eddie’s content to hold onto Steve tight and see where the road leads them. It’s too easy to be enraptured by a man that holds his hand while flipping pancakes with the other.

“Thanks,” Eddie whispers as the breakfast making commotion calms down.

Steve doesn’t ask him what he’s thankful for or demand an explanation. He simply pulls Eddie close and silently finishes breakfast.

Slow and steady.

Absolutely perfect in every way.

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[rui-drawsbox]

Hi um I really like the Arashi magical girl au so I hope it's alright if I talk a bit about what's in my head. I wrote down a few scenarios and did a quick storyboard for one (will draw everything out later). er here one of the scenarios I wrote (don't wanna make this post too long)

Scenario based on how Nazuna left Shu and how Mika does the same later

Mika: I still remember that day when Nazuna left…

Dark, dreary bg colors, Nazuna’s back is facing camera.

Mika: Nazuna-nii? Where are you going?

Nazuna pauses. He turns his head a bit. Close-up of his mouth.

Mika (Voice over): His words were a whisper… but I heard him clearly.

Nazuna: Sorry. I hope you'll understand one day...

Back in present. Mika holds a burned photo of him and Arashi. The side with Arashi is burned but bits of her hair and clothes can still be seen. (Shu was the one who burned the photo after seeing Mika look at it. Me thinks he threw it in a fire and after he left, Mika managed to salvage it but the side with Arashi is completely burnt)

Mika: I understand now. And I know what I have to do now.

Um there is a scene where Mika screams at Shu. Mika grabs Shu by the front of his clothes and flings him to the ground. Mika then walks away, now his back is facing camera.

Shu: Don’t you dare take another step or I’ll-

Mika (turns around): Or you’ll what? 

Close-up of Mika’s face.

Mika: I won't let you control me anymore.

Mika walks away.

Flashback to another scene in the past when Nazuna was still working for Shu.

They have come to Earth for the first time. They somehow come across a photo booth. Mika is very excited about what it is and Shu is about to scold him, telling him that their mission is more important. Shu then looks at Nazuna, who is quiet but is clearly interested in photo booth too. Shu relents and they take photos. At first they don’t know how it works so the photos turn out goofy. Then after getting the hang of it, Shu makes them pose a certain way. When he sees the photo strip, he does admit that the humans are interesting to have this sort of method to store memories. He cuts and throws the goofy trial photos away but Nazuna secretly takes them out. Perhaps when he betrays Shu, Nazuna’s final way to move on is to burn those photos, although Mika and Shu do not know. (yes photos being burned for dramatic flair)

In present, when Nazuna meets Mika after he leaves Shu, they hang out. They see a photo booth again. Nazuna makes a small remark about the previous photo with Shu. He asks Mika if he wants to take another photo. Mika asks if the Knights could take a pic with them too. In this pic, Mika is far happier. 

was thinking of parallels for Nazuna and Mika

Nazuna left quietly (was afraid of confronting Shu so he just wrote a note) Mika left with a bang! screams at Shu and grabs him by front of his clothes and throws him on the ground :D The photo that Nazuna kept of him, Shu, and Mika made him stay longer than he would have. Looking at it made him guilty for wanting to leave. Mika's photo of him and Arashi makes him realize that he has to leave Shu.

ok I will run away now. have a nice day :]

hihi! hello ask from 4 months ago haha /sobs/ im glad you enjoyed the au! sorry for not answer before haha,,

actually i loved this idea sm that i made a drawing about this at the time! i didn't liked the result and burned out lol, tried to make like a fake screenshot but it looked wonky tbh

i edited it a bit today (mabye i went overboard with those two, it looks kinda too dark even for a night and it looks unsettling lol) so it wasnt too gray (and mabye cuz i wanted to use these new cool effect in clip i learned the other day)

and my friend let me say that i loVE when photos have a heavy sentimental value for characters, im a sucker for the burned photo trope

+ Shu, Mika and Nazuna not being from earth makes me laugh for some reason, like, does this count as scifi if arashi is fighting vs technically aliens?/j

but if i think about it it would be like Madoka Magica(?), like, Arashi's cat should be an alien so why not the villians? i makes sense for me at least

also the parallels between Nazuna and Mika?!??!!"?!? im in love!??!?!??! the way they leaved Shu in such different ways?!??! the way their actions get affected by a simple piece of paper that means a lot for them?!?!??! thats my favorite part fr

and yeah go mika go! tell him his truths! he deserves it! *cheer moves*

byee! i loved this sm!! sorry for not answer this before!!!

[iamthecomet]

Hoot Com :D

Ya won‘t believe what we’re here for. An update on into the eyes of fire!

It‘s been ages xD

How have you been? (Also, this is a genuine question. We’re genuinely interested. Not like, using it as a phrase or sumthing)

Soo, it was the body’s birthday like two weeks ago and last week, our full-on final exams started. Which has been a bit exhausting, but also our girlfriend was over here for our birthday (aka an entire week) and that was amazing

And today, we finally suddenly had motivation again

Like, we had thought about it a few times before. But today we actually sat down and started drawing again

We fully finished the sketches for page 1 of chapter 2, and started up some lineart already

Uhhh I’m so excited for this XD

Have a good timezone :DDD

~ @owlishanon

Hi Owlish!! Happy Late Birthday to the body!! I'm glad you had a great birthday week. Exams are garbage, I'm sorry they're exhausting you--they'll be over soon (if they aren't already). I've been good, I think? The last few months have felt sort of like whirlwind, but not really in a bad way--there has just been a lot to do and it feels like it never ends (which I guess is what being an adult is but I hate it). I'm so glad to hear you've had some inspiration and motivation. That always feels so good, AND that you've been able to get soem work done (sitting down and doing it is the hardest part--even when you're motivated). I can't wait to see what happens next! ♥

[mymunefanartaccount]

OMG HI! ( I saw that everyone who texts you starts like this so I'll start like that too lol sorry- )

I'm so excited and I don't feel like sending this to you jkajska

Mune was also part of my childhood and I got completely addicted to it again about 2 years ago XD

I'm so happy to see that someone else is completely crazy about this beautiful masterpiece like me 💖💖 haha

It's good.... your arts are ABSURDLY PERFECT MAN!!! THE BEAUTIFUL AND CUTE GEITO HOW YOU DRAW THE CHARACTERS IS SO PERFECT

I can't stop watching the 3 animations you've already made of them!! With one of them I laughed so hard the first time I saw it my cousin said I was crying laughing lol 💀

Sorry if I'm being more of an idiot and I really loved watching what you do I hope you don't stop because you're really good at it! I really love seeing your perfect drawings they are the most beautiful things I've ever seen in my life!!

by the way... YOUR NEW AU YOU GUYS ARE DOING IS JUST PERFECT AND I WOULD LOVE TO SEE MORE IF YOU CAN DO MORE 💖💖

i think i could praise you forever but i will control myself and stop kakansiamdiakdbtw I have like a hundred ideas to suggest to you for u drawing lol , but I don't want to bother you too much AND I'M TRYING TO ENSURE I DON'T SAY THEM ALL HERE IN THE SAME TIME KASNDIEMDJ

(Sorry, you can see that I'm pretty ridiculous right? XD)

well... i promise it's the last thing i'll say hahaha

its the AU you are making and... SIMPLY THE BEST AU I HAVE EVER SEEN

MAN... THINKING WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE IF NOTHING HAD WORKED OUT IN THE MOVIE WAS JUST GENIUS!!! YOU ARE AWESOME MAN!!! SORRY AGAIN IF I'M HUMBLE YOU AGAIN BUT I CAN'T STOP PRAISE YOU HAHAUAJSMJAKJDK

(sorry if I was too anxious or said stupid things, and that I really can't control myself sometimes X"D UUU and sory the i wrote text is soooo big- )

This made my day! Everything you said is part of why I made this account in the first place! I joined the fandom wishing there was more art and stories surrounding the characters and world. Then I finally got the idea to just start my own blog! I was a little nervous at first but then I saw how many people also wanted more art and stories in the fandom.

The animation is the most ironic part of it all because Mune is what inspired me to learn animation in the first place! As well as the use of color and saturation I like to use in my own art. Being able to use these skills to make the vines or animations feels like it’s all coming back full circle for me! Also I based the vines I’ve made so far off of @muneheadquarter compilations they made awhile back. They’re hilarious and I recommend giving them a watch.

I’m especially happy that you like my au because believe me when I say there is definitely more to come! I have made some changes since my first post and I’ve been trying to figure out what to post without spoiling too much of the story. What I can say is that I’ve decided to name it ‘Candlelight’.

I’m really glad you like my art and I’m glad you like my ideas and contributions. I hope I can inspire more people to share their ideas in the fandom!

Thank you for the lovely words!💖

[mcalhenwrites]

Are they named after trees and plants and such? Idk seemed familiar

Some are, yes! :D Long post ahead. :') So simple explanation but dragons are keepers/protectors of their region, which could be a section of a continent or an entire planet. Depends on the dragon's experience and size of region/planet. Now, humans have sometimes named dragons, and those names stick. Humans don't know about all dragons, so you'll have some with more complicated names. Tessa's name? Not her actual name! No one would be able to decipher it. ;) Here's a conversation between Niven and Tessa:

          “Did Methla teach you how to talk in human tongue? And what is your real name?” Nearly all the humans who had ever heard the language of dragons lived thousands of years ago. Not even priests and priestesses could claim they had ever heard it.

          She responded to the last question first, using a guttural noise that filled the air like the rush of a waterfall. Niven had to clap his hands over his ears. Despite that, he grinned.

          “And yes, I learned your language from Methla,” said Tessa casually as he lowered his arms.

          “Humans could not speak their names, and so placeholders were found.” Niven paraphrased the common knowledge all children learned in the nursery. He giggled. “Does that mean you didn’t know we called you Tessa until Methla told you?”

          Tessa snorted so much that it created small waves in the water in front of her. They lapped against Niven’s rock stack.

          “It’s a simple name, yes. So is your language. It has had so much time to evolve, and yet you have not the words for some emotions, no word for the tickle of a tail touching scales.” Her lips curled into what must have been a dragon’s smile.

Anyway, humans sometimes go with "what a dragon seems keen on" too. One of my dragons, Dirkka, likes... Dirks. Swords. Knives. Sheathes. (Dragons, hoarding? Yes haha~) Mind, he's equally touched when humans offer him sentimental items of no monetary value, like their children's first cut locks of hair. My art post included Bircha, for instance, and the birch tree influence. I'm glad I finally got to draw him. That led to a funny convo with a friend, who didn't know the word for birch tree in English but still sent me a picture of birch trees to say Bircha reminded her of them. :') Afensi isn't really in a fen, but it's a marsh-like area, and I came up with a name around "fen" easiest. Mydas is interesting, because if you look at his design and hop on google images to search "mydas"... okay wtf I'm getting bugs now, I'll add "sea" - AH THERE WE GO:

(Apparently google has figured out I like to identify bugs, so that must've skewed my results.) Mydas is the name of the planet he built, and the seasons are divided by sea turtle breeding patterns. (Which aren't super realistic, based on my research, but it's a fictional world/that's the system I wanted.) I also have Tempra, who looks over a region called the Spicewood, and it is a temperate rainforest! So yes, location/plants/etc usually do have a lot to do with their names. Just not for all of them. There are a lot of planets. Dragons have had planets destroyed on them (main plot of The Hostile Credence, and it's an unfortunate ending to the planet the first story, The Will of the Whispering, takes place on) and have to rebuild, or they go work on a new one, what of it? Their looks often change if their tastes do. :') They're basically a bunch of artists having a blast with building planets in space together. They also make space highways by the time humans start traveling in space. :D Some are named really affectionately, I think that's where Affie's name comes from. She's about the size of a bobcat, maybe slightly bigger, and just walks into random houses in her region and spends the night. Basically like a neighborhood cat that no one owns. She accepts wine offerings. So drunk aunt cat who crashes at random houses? (They love her, and she's one of the most commonly seen dragons on that planet, whereas others are elusive. No one actually knows Vionne exists.) I love talking about my dragons so much, sorry for the huge reponse haha

[dentess2]

Rant post about my frustrated feelings

Greetings! :D

I usually write down on my journal, or draw something to deal with my feelings, and soothe them. That's not doing it for me anymore. I feel like this is my last bullet on the clip.

This is the story of the uppest and downest I've been in years.

A few months ago i was doing my best sorting my ungrateful life when i found that my family actually owns a mansion. It was huge! Had a ton of rooms and stuff. It actually a ton of history behind it, and a lot of people we're ogling it, for good and bad reasons.

And thats cool and all, but i don't really have an use for a whole mansion. And that's ok. Now, this mansion had a garden...

And i loved plants! I loved flowers and vegetables. Tea plants too (idk what they're called. Herbs?) I loved the company they provided, and the utility. Gardening. I wanted to have that skill too, like other people did. But it felt like whatever i touched, died. Kinda like water on burning oil. It was a nono mix. I didn't 'thought so'; I was sure of it. It felt like the plants were better off never having met me.

Sometimes i managed to keep one alive, but most of mine i barely kept alive from my high-school years. I could do gardening back then! hell yeah. But i kinda lost it in me. Now i was just preventing them from dying too fast. No growth.

So. I was looking through the mansion, looking for something useful, when i was tempted by the garden. The feeling usually went like this:

I felt an urge to garden, but a terrible fear of killing some poor plant that had nothing to do with me. I was also scared of touching someone else's plants and ruin their work. Also was afraid of ruining a garden so much, people would stop going there. Which makes sense. I'd choose one singular plant to try my best at, and give it a go at taking care of it. Talk to it, and listen. Then it'd either die, or not die. I never saw any improvement with them.

Sometimes friends would try and cheer me up, saying "Hey, there's a flower bud here! it wasn't here before you touched it." or "I learned to take better care of my crops because of you". Or "I'm glad to have you taking care of my plants". Which felt terrible. It felt like pity compliments. Like, 'are you really so stupid that you can't see that your plant was gonna be fine without me? that you had it? Do you have any eyesight issues? that plant looks like trash.' And i really believed that.

"Its an old mansion. If anything bad happens I'll just hit the road and never try it again, lol". I thought, ye? I'm kidding. I'd always keep trying to garden. The few plants i had were my most precious treasures. And i loved them; Wanted more.

So i gave it a try. Got some tools, looked up stuff on the internet, and went to say hi to them. I'm gonna be honest and not skip too much, but lets just say i stayed there for a long time. Sitting in the garden, looking at the plants. It felt excruciatingly stressful, i would think about them for hours not knowing what to do: When you're so close to finally succeeding it is really stressful. A few months later, after a ton of self discovery, a lot of pain and crying, and a few dead plants, I came out alive at the other side. Scarred, more mature, and with a few new plants to my name. My experiments. My dearest friends. My most valuable treasures. And i loved it. It was paradise. I felt blessed with flora that could tolerate my presence. Folks would come about and point out my good work. It'd be silly to no admit i did better than the previous times. But i never fully admitted it.

In the back of my mind i knew that these plants would die. That they were going through so much effort to stay alive despite me, that it wouldn't be a slow shrivel this time. It'd be a painful death. I was willing to leave them alone, if it'd meant to keep them alive. I was ready for it.

Then something happened.

Wandering through the huge garden i stepped on something. I wasn't expecting anything there, for it was an empty spaces but a few weeks back.

In the middle of that garden a phenomenon so extraordinary popped up you'd think I'm tweaking telling you this. it was a bright orange bush, with a beautiful, alien structure that spread all throughout the garden. Swaying and breathing. It's vines didn't draw nutrients, but provided for the other plants! Pulling water from somewhere deep within the ground; or within itself. I apologized profusely at my mistake, and awaited its death. But it didn't die. —"Its ok" — It said. What?

Whatever alien this was, i had never seen anything like it. What began as an apology turned into a short and sweet conversation. It was very interesting.

I went to water it, but it didn't need any more watering. Nor trimming. Much the opposite! While working the garden, it'd support me! "Remember to drink water!" "Watch out for the heat!" "You're doing a great job!". "You're a great gardener, and are really important to this garden."

... I was terrified.

This plant could take care of itself. Could take care of me. Could take care of other plants. I was just a piece of It's own garden. I felt small, fragile, and vulnerable. Felt inspired and jealous at the same time. My mad desperation led me to talk to it more. And the more i talked the more i noticed that the bright orange bush was a gardener itself. It told me a story of It's past. I told one of mine. It played with its thorny bits, and hurt me. And apologized. And i forgave it. And i played around with my tools and my still terrified gardener skills, and hurt It. And apologized. And the bush forgave me.

Slowly i started taking my gloves off around It. Ditched the garden tools, and the boots. It could see my scars and my insecurities, and i felt glad to me able to show them to It. Our relationship felt empowering. It felt like having super augmentations. It felt like fusing with Garnet, from Steven Universe. It felt like i finally did something good.

...But there was something strange about it all.

Sometimes It would call my name—My real name, mind you.—And ask me to trim it a little. I did it, fully expecting it to die for my mistake. Still alive, it'd ask me to take care of It's soil. To remove bugs from time to time. Or simply talk to It.

They were specific requests. Measured.

It took some time, but slowly, the bush taught me how to garden.

And garden i did. I followed Its instructions and built confidence. Many times some thorn would puncture deep into my skin, but that wouldn't stop me from trying. Didn't matter how much It hurt. Sometimes my touch would wither one of its petals, and with effort, we'd put ourselves together. I called it love. True love. 'I'll marry you' love.

And as time went on It showed me though it could take care of itself, It was in terrible need of care. It told me stories of how it was once a beautiful tree, and how that tree, struck by bad luck, was made meek by circumstances beyond its control; Beyond anyone's foresight. These circumstances, materialized as disease, bothered It deeply, and killed it slowly. It told me its weakness and utmost secrets. It told me it feared It might never go back to being a tree, no matter how much it tries. I volunteered to try.

—"What if it takes so much effort to take care of me that you'd end up neglecting every other shrub?"— It asked. — "And then you'd have only a stupid bush to your name" It'd be worth it. It'd be worth to lose all other life, to see this one grow!

I would never look at another plant ever again, if that's what it took to keep this one alive! —"Just, don't die on me". — A requirement i declared.

I asked It if It would like to be taken care by a gardener like me. And It agreed. So i began preparing. Planning soil, concoctions, and conversation topics to use while spending time with the last and best plant I'll ever take care off!

And then it died.

...

In the middle of the garden lied a shattered plant pot, decorated with a circle of detached vines that once fed all other life in the garden, with some sap still inside. Around it lied its orange petals, very still. And right in the middle of that mess of dirt and graveled concrete lied a small hole.

It might've as well had been a whole in my chest. A lack of nutrients to my veins. A still in my heart.

My first-aid were insufficient. And i lay there looking at it. Dying too.

I bargained with that deep, infinite hole in the garden. It bore its grim expressionless dark walls at me. I could hear the hole laughing at my attempt. I could also hear a regretful crying. But truly, i could not hear anything at all. For it was an empty hole amidst the mess of dirt and graveled concrete, in the middle of the garden...

The garden!

Deathly sick and hollow, i stood up to gaze the garden. Green and healthy. And alive.

An infinite wave of pain hit me, and settled into a thick, muddy bog: "They'll die too." The thought landed on me like a spider, and then followed me like a vulture. "They'll all die now. You can't garden for shit, you know that, right?" My head snapped sideways, looking to take that view away from me.

I gritted my teeth and focused on the plants i could take care off. The ones that had nothing to do with any of this. Deep breaths. There were no tears then. I stood proud and plastic as to not scare the plants with my wound. Using everything i learned, leaving out the personal bits. I felt like i could care for plants now.

...

And this is where my writing skills ultimately fail me. The bush left, but it was a bush. Believe it or not, i never got any confirmation that this bush was actually a tree or not, or if any of It's stories were true. Or if it was real at all. When we exchanged scars and naked displays of vulnerability, there's no guaranteed that It was as barren as I was. Or as real as i was. All of its stories could've been made up folklore. Looking back at it, it feels like a fever dream; The only thing sobering the whole thing being the other witnesses that were there with me.

Its with that in mind that i ask you: What do i do with my newfound gardening skill? I still love gardening, and i still kill some plants by accident. Can't care for them all, nor do i have to. But when i look back at all my learning journey, only for it to end so bitterly... I feel like all the experience i gathered got tainted. I sure can tend better to these plants, but is this normal? I feel pretty confident about it usually, but will this hollow i feel really pale in comparison to the growth I'll have? Is life supposed to bruise you this hard? i feel cobbled together. Will the ones after me have a better experience? Is it possible to leave pain behind? Am i being stupid by fighting so hard?

Will i ever look at the color orange the same?

[kindaoptimisticsquirrel]

Why not: A CCS reread, Part 4

Having lots of fun with this!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Ch24:

It's Yue! Finally! :D

Ch25:

Aaah I really like it when the story is not about life or death for the whole world, but something that's for the main characters on a much deeper emotional level. It makes it much more interesting!

I forgot they had this cool battle! And overall a very cool scene. Good thing I'm rereading this, motivates me to draw them :) Ch26:

Yes, be friends! <:3 Yue needs some pal.

You fear you might make things difficult, sir? Why not just...not do it then. Hrmpf.

What a casual one-hand catch 👍

Awww Yukito is so cute in the dark sweater :3 (I'm getting some Trigun Stampede Vash vibes hihi) The form fitting suits him though!

Aaaand we have the confirmation that Touya basically gets all what's going on. He's just not trying to interfere, and make things any more complicated. Also, the last time I consumed this story was when I watched the anime 3 years ago (before that, I had read the manga the first time another couple years ago) and although it's been some time I'm preeeetty sure they didn't make the Touya/Yukito hints so strong in the anime. I love the anime, but I'm glad I'm rereading all this now!

Ch27:

CLAMP does love their Tokyo Tower, don't they?

New student...well, if it isn't the little shit himself. (sorry for the language. He did annoy me on my first read)

In the meantime this little shit here is getting more and more adorable.

And Ruby! They annoyed me on my first read too, but now I got a feeling I'll enjoy them a lot more! (When I say annoy I mean not as in, didn't enjoy reading, but as in, 'that character is creating exactly the effect they are supposed to do') Man that smug smile back at Yukito...I do wonder what he's thinking in that moment. Doesn't let any emotions like jealousy play on his face, but I cannot imagine he is not at least a little bit unnerved by this. Also DAMN Touya, get your grip together and just shake them off. It's not that hard. Ch28:

Hehe I like their sibling interactions.

As I look longer at this panel I realise just how reduced the lineart is in ccs and how it still looks so good. Those few carefully set strokes are so well done!

The way we only see the back of Yukito we know he definitely has his thoughts about what Nakuru/Ruby told him....Gruah! Let me know what he thinks!

Hihihi the cups in this panel look like they're having faces and are frowning :D

Ch29:

Just a normal lunchtime for Yukito! (oh god even Touya looks shocked :D)

Nobody says gender equality like Ruby! (or, maybe more accurately, gender carelessness. What does it matter anyway?)

Ch31:

Oh GOD they're all so exasperated with Yukito's obliviousness

Whoops. Don't try sewing at home kids, as it can go awfully wrong.

This post is long enough! Cutting it off here :)

[slynbarnes]

Embers: Season 2 Episodes 61-70

S2 E61:

(Later that day in the training room.) 

(You have been quiet the whole session so far.) 

B: Hey, you alright?

Y/N: I’m worried about Hydra… we need to do something. It’s making me sick thinking about what they could do.

B: I agree. We need to be prepared, we know they aren’t giving up. 

Y/N: We can’t let them catch us off guard. And I still feel eyes on us at Lucas’ school so we need to figure something out fast. 

B: Should we pull Lucas out of school? 

Y/N: It would draw more attention to us, everyone here would be suspicious and so would Lucas. We don’t want to scare him or tip anyone off. 

B: Good point. What do you think we should do? 

Y/N: I’m not sure yet, but we need to figure it out fast. 

B: We will I promise. By the way I love the new hair. You look beautiful. 

Y/N: Thank you. (You give him a soft smile) 

B: Oh and before I forget Lucas asked me to help him with his homework before bed tonight so you can take your time getting ready for the party while I take care of him. 

Y/N: That’s actually perfect. Thank you. 

B: Hey don’t thank me, I’m just being a dad. 

Y/N: You’re really good with him you know?

B: I try. 

Y/N: I know you do. And I know he loves you for it. You really stepped up when you found out even though you could have ran. 

B: I would never run from the family I always wanted. 

Y/N: (You smile.) Now we just have to protect the family we always wanted. 

B: (Smiles back at you.) 

S2 E62: 

(After Lucas is fast asleep Bucky heads up to the party finding Steve.) 

S: Buck! Finally, I was wondering if you were gonna show your face. 

B: I was with Lucas, I helped him with homework before making sure he went to sleep. 

S: It’s still so weird seeing you as a dad. 

B: I’m still getting used to it, but I love being his dad. 

S: He seems like a great kid.

B: You should come spend more time with us. I know I have been busier lately and we haven't had much time to see each other the last few months, but I know Lucas would be happy to get to know you. You would be the closest thing he has to an uncle. 

S: Its okay, Tony has had me and Nat pretty busy on some smaller missions so I haven't been around much anyhow. I would love to spend some time with you and Lucas when I have a chance. 

B: Awesome. I’m glad to hear you and Nat are spending more time together. Also I think you may have been right again. I think she cares for me the way I care for her. 

S: Did she say something?

B: Kind of. We were talking about me being in Lucas’ life and she said something about me having had the chance to run and she is happy I didn’t and I replied with “I would never run from the family I always wanted.” and then she said “the family we always wanted.” and she just is different with me than she is with Leo even. I don’t know. 

S: Buck that’s great. I’m happy your finally starting to find your happiness. You deserve it after ever- 

B: Hold on Steve… (He says looking over the railing at you standing at the bar next to an unfamiliar man. You look like your going to pass out when the man swiftly grabs you holding you up walking you towards the elevator. Something isn’t right.) 

(5 minutes ago.) 

(At the bar.) 

?: Hello, can I buy you a drink?

Y/N: Sure. Thanks. 

?: Anything for someone as beautiful as you.

Y/N: (You let the man pay for your drink but you are still a bit cautious of him. You think to yourself “What could go wrong? Tony wouldn’t invite someone here that would harm any of you.”) 

?: So how do you know Tony Stark? 

Y/N: He is my colleague and my boss. 

?: Interesting. 

Y/N: What do you mean?

?: Its just your that new avenger right? 

Y/N: Yeah? So? (You say taking a sip of your drink.) 

?: It’s just you don’t look like someone who would be an avenger. 

Y/N: Well, I am. 

?: I think you are something else entirely. 

Y/N: And what…what would… y-you know about m-me? 

?: I know that you were never a hero. You are a soldier. 

Y/N: Who are y-you? What did you d-do to me? (You ask, your vision becoming blurry.) 

?: You will see soon enough soldat (soldier). 

Y/N: Y-your from H-h-hydra… (You start stumbling and your vision goes blurry. Your too weak to fight the man dragging you off.) 

(Bucky catches you and the man before he drags you into the elevator. He grabs the mans hand off of you violently as he fills with a pure rage, his free hand catches you gently lowering you to the ground so you don’t hit your head before he starts beating the life out of the man. Of course Hydra would never send just one goon. More men come out and for a moment Bucky fights them off single handedly until Leo joins in once he realized what had been happening.) 

B: I’ve got this. You need to get her to Bruce. 

Leo: Okay! (He runs over picking you up and Bruce is already holding the elevator open for him to carry you through.) 

S2 E63: 

(Both Bucky and Leo are at your bedside as Bruce examines you and takes blood samples. Bruce leaves and comes back a few hours later from the lab where both Leo and Bucky wait.) 

B: Do you know anything yet? 

Leo: How is she?

BB: She will be fine. They gave her a strong, fast acting sedative. It will take a while to wear off but nothing else was found in her blood. (Bucky lets out a long sigh of relief and Leo gives Bruce a nod.) Do either of you know what happened or why that guy attacked her?

B: I have an idea but I need to talk to y/n first. 

Leo: Is there something I should know?

B: No. 

Leo: Right. (He says clearly annoyed) 

BB: You guys should go get some sleep, she will be fine here. You will need your rest because something tells me your going to need it. 

B: I’m not leaving her side Bruce. 

Leo: Neither am I. I am fine right where I am. 

T: How is she?

S: Is there anything we can do to help?

Leo: She is okay, she just has to sleep off the sedative. 

T: Good. 

B: Steve, can you check in on Lucas for me? I don’t want to leave her alone.

S: I’ll go check on him now. 

B: Thanks, Steve. (Turns to face Tony) What did you do with the guys who were trying to take her?

T: They are in custody now. A S.H.E.I.L.D agent has them in questioning. Well, the ones who didn’t need to immediately be brought to the medical wing. 

B: They earned it. Nobody is allowed to touch my family. 

T: Hey, I’m not the one complaining. If I would have been the one to catch it, I would have done worse. What happened anyways?

B: Y/N needs to wake up first. I have to talk to her before anyone. 

T: Why do I get the feeling there is something going on we don’t know about?

B: You’ll have to find out. 

S2 E64:

(When Lucas wakes up he finds a note on his pillow reading: 

Go to the medical wing, everything is okay so please don’t worry.

Lucas does as the note says and walks down to the medical wing to find Bucky, Leo, Tony and Wanda sitting in the waiting room.) 

L: Dad? What’s going on?

B: Hey kiddo, come here. (He says patting the seat next to him.) 

L: Where is mom?

B: She is asleep, last night there was an attack and someone gave her something to make her fall asleep but she is just fine and she should be waking up any time now. I know it’s scary but I promise you there is nothing to worry about. 

L: Why would someone try to hurt mom?

B: I’m not sure buddy, but I promise you we will find out and it wont happen again. 

S: Hey, I brought you guys some breakfast. You need to eat.

L: Thanks! 

S: You’re welcome, kid. 

B: Thanks, Steve.

S: No problem. Is she still asleep?

B: Yeah, she should be awake anytime though.

S: Good.

L: So you are my dads best friend?

S: (He laughs a little) Yeah I am, we have known each other almost our whole lives.

L: That’s so cool. I read about you in History. You and my dad fought together before the bad guys got him. 

S: We did. Your dad kept me out of trouble a lot back in the day. Tell me about y-

BB: Y/N is awake. Tony, she is asking to see you first.

T: Me? Okay. 

S2 E65: 

T: Hey, kid. How are you feeling?

Y/N: I’m okay… Did anyone get hurt?

T: Just the ones who drugged and tried taking you.

Y/N: Okay good. What did they give me, do you know?

T: Just a sedative.

Y/N: Oh…

T: It could have been worse. 

Y/N: You have no idea.

T: What happened? 

Y/N: Tony…?

T: Kid?

Y/N: I need you to call an avengers meeting. Give me one hour with my son and I will explain everything. We are gonna need the team.

T: Okay, I can do that. But first, (He leans over hugging you.) I am really glad your okay, kid. You had me worried there a minute. 

Y/N: (You hug him back) I love you too, Tony. Your like the big brother I always wished I had growing up. 

T: (He squeezes you tighter than before.) Well then, I’m officially adopting you as my kid sister. 

Y/N: (You laugh a little.) Thanks bro. 

T: Okay you dork, I’ll go get the kid. 

Y/N: Thank you, Tony.

T: You’re welcome sis. (He smiles) 

S2 E66: 

(Lucas comes running in your room and jumping into your bed with you.) 

L: Momma! (He says throwing his arms around you.) 

Y/N: Hi baby. (You say kissing him on the top of his head.) 

L: Are you okay? Dad and Steve said you were, but I- (His words come out rushed.) 

Y/N: Slow down bubs, I’m just fine okay. I just took a long nap. How are you? 

L: I’m okay. I had some eggs and toast with Dad and Steve and Steve was telling me about how he and dad fought together a long time ago and then Tony came to get me. 

Y/N: That’s good. How did you sleep?

L: Good. I had a weird dream though. I was in space and there was a yellow alien thing talking to a spider sitting on a cowboy hat.

Y/N: (You giggle) That is very strange. 

L: Right?!? (He laughs.) 

Y/N: (You cuddle up with Lucas.) I love you my silly boy. 

L: I love you too momma. 

(You and Lucas stay cuddled up for the remainder of the hour while he talks to you.) 

S2 E67: 

(In one of the meeting rooms) 

Y/N: Okay.. so I know you are all wondering what happened and why we are having a meeting. 

B: A couple weeks ago y/n felt like she was being followed and then not long after that she got an unmarked package in the mail. Inside was our former masks from our uniforms for Hydra and a note written in blood that said “We want our assetS back.” We knew they were wanting war at that point but we tried not to say anything or get anyone unnecessarily involved. 

Y/N: We didn’t want to bring you into a war over us. If someone were to get hurt we both would feel that guilt so we made a deal not to bring you into it unless we had to. 

B: Last night those men were from Hydra. They drugged y/n and tried to take her back. They got sloppy by coming here. But now we can’t take any chances with Lucas living here so we need to strike first. 

Y/N: We can’t do it alone. We both understand if you don’t want to help us but if you do we would greatly appreciate the help. 

W: I’m with you. You’re my family and I am always in the mood to kick some Hydra ass.

Vis: I am too. 

T: You know I never back down from a fight. 

S: Til the end of the line, pal. 

Clint: I’m in. 

N: Me too! 

BB: Big guy is in too.

Sam: Count me and Red wing in too. 

Y/N: Really? All of you? 

B: Are you sure?

T: You’re family. That’s just what we do for family. I’ll call in Thor too. 

Leo: Don’t forget about me. 

Y/N: No! 

Leo: Your my family now y/n. I‘m not letting you go without me. Plus we have a good team. I know we will win. I wouldn’t do it if I thought it would go badly. 

Y/N: No you have to think about Mia. You don’t know what we are dealing with. Hydra is next level dangerous. 

Leo: I am highly trained as well, don’t forget and I know that if it’s gonna take a team this big that you will need all the hands you can get. 

Y/N: What if something happens? 

Leo: I am a big boy. I can handle myself plus this is my choice. 

Y/N: There is no winning this fight is there?

Leo: Nope. I’m coming regardless of what you say or do. 

Y/N: Fine… but you need to stay on the comms at all times and you need to have a partner, preferably Wanda or I. 

Leo: Of course, I plan to be your partner. 

T: Suit up!

S2 E68:

(Everyone get’s armed right outside the massive wall guarding the Hydra facility. Guards are everywhere driving around in their trucks. Once the coast is fairly clear you take your shot.) 

Y/N: It’s time, let’s go!

(You, Leo, Bucky, Nat, Hulk, and Clint charge towards the wall. Tony, Wanda, Vis, and Sam are in the air. Once close enough to the wall you launch your grappling hooks up the wall, secure them to you and sprint up the wall. As everyone begins reaching the top Nat goes to cut the wires, they are electric, throwing her back in a blast and back down the wall. That’s when you realize you have to take out their power supply. You drop back down the wall, Leo following your lead.) 

B: Y/N!! (He screams from the top of the wall.) Please be careful, doll. (He mutters to himself.) 

T: Kid! What are you doing? (Tony says over the comms)

Y/N: Trust me, Tony! 

(3 vehicles approach you and Leo as you are sprinting to the power supply, Leo fires shots out towards them, guarding you the best he can. Finally, you make it to the power supply and place an explosive on the side and turning the timer on. You turn on the balls of your heels and begin sprinting back towards Leo who is holding off the guards. As you pass Leo he turns to run with you. He is still connected to his hook but you aren’t anymore so instead of trying to resecure yours, you jump into Leo’s arms and set off the bomb. Leo sprints up the side of the wall with you in his arms, catching up to the others. The power surging through the wired fence sends sparks down the wall at you as the power goes out. You and Leo finally make it to the top alongside the others. Everyone happy that one of the hardest parts are over.) 

T: Did you guys make it? 

Leo: We made it! 

B: What do you see over there Tony? 

T: Guards.. Everywhere. You guys need to be careful. (He pauses) Big guy you there? 

H: (Lets out a loud roar.) 

T: Okay buddy, we need you to go first. When y/n gives they AOK then you head in. 

H: (Lets out another loud roar.) 

(Leo continues firing at the guards below us as you check in on the other side of the wall. You see a fair amount of guards there too.) 

Y/N: Hulk… Smash! 

H: (Lets out another loud roar, leaping from the wall to the ground below us.) 

(Once Hulk has managed most of the closest guards, the team lowers down the other side of the wall.) 

S2 E69: 

(You made it into the Hydra base, the first hall is clear so you take just a moment with Leo.) 

Y/N: (You wrap your arms around Leo, holding him for a moment hoping for it to ease your fears.) 

Leo: We got this, baby. You're gonna be free of them I promise. (He kisses your forehead.) 

Y/N: Before we do this, I need you to know that I really do love you, Leo. Just in case something happens to me. 

Leo: Don’t talk like that, you're my partner and I won’t let them take you again. 

Y/N: You won’t be able to stop them if they do. 

Leo: They won’t take you again. (He kisses you.)

(You hear a commotion down the hall and you both run out begin the fight. You assist Bucky in taking down 5 Hydra agents while Leo fights against 2 others. Nat is down the hall with Clint, taking out an entire army of guards together. Hydra clearly was prepared for your attack.) 

S2 E70:

T: We are in on the higher levels, Top floor is clear, we have Hulk keeping the outdoor Guards at bay and Sam is covering the perimeter. We have Wanda and Vision working the mid levels. Does anyone need back up?  

N: We are all covered down here. 

Y/N: Tony can you scan this level to see if you can find Pierce?

T: On it. 

(You look behind you but you don’t see Leo.) 

Y/N: Leo? Where are you?

(The line is still silent.) 

Y/N: Leo.. babe. I need you to answer me. 

(The line is still silent, a blow to your jaw strikes you out of your thoughts. You take the guard in front of you out with a snap of their neck.) 

B: Y/N? Where is Leo? We have to go. 

Y/N: I don’t know. (You say panicking.) You go, I need to look for him. 

B: Not without you. 

Y/N: I can do this Bucky, do you trust me?

B: I trust you. You say the word and I’m there, doll. 

Y/N: I know you will. (You turn around and run back down the hall.)

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jsyk “the constant vow” is murdering me slowly, chapter by glorious chapter. and what a heavenly way to die! some things I’ve loved thus far, in no particular order: 1. forehead 👏 kisses 👏2. pixie-cut dean’s last ditch attempt at drawing one (1) single boundary between himself and his little brother by denying sam his mouth during sex, followed by his immediate surrender lmao. like how do you maintain a wall between yourself and your literal soulmate when said soulmate is fucking (1/?)

fucking you brains out? it can’t be done. bless him for trying.3. sam’s halting confession that he thinks he’d enjoy going downtown on a dude, if…. if!!!!! 4. “Shouldn't let it get used to people.” holy heck, what a metaphor :((( this moment felt like a gut-punch after dean’s aforementioned failure at self-preservation. he KNOWS the danger they’re in, but they crossed the point of no return long ago, even before dean got himself cursed by a peggy bundy impersonator. (2/?)

5. speak of the devil: “how we know we did our job.” you REALLY brought me around on denise. bravo.6. actually, the entire day leading up to denise’s visit is flawless. you drove them right up to brink, so it was basically impossible for them to rationalize away or compartmentalize the sex any longer; unable to ignore their nighttime confessions. sam gearing up to cross the final line, only to be thwarted by denise. not to MENTION his subsequent bedside drawer discovery. so good!!! (3/4)

(4/4) I can’t thank you enough for gifting us with this beautiful NOVEL about two of my all time favorite characters. at the risk of sounding ungrateful or impatient; do you have a general idea when the final installment will be ready? I only ask bc I’d like to reread all 100k words before the last chapter goes live. I want to be fully primed for the emotional climax lmao.

Oh bud. Oh gosh. Well.

a) I am so glad you are enjoying the thing. It has been, to put it lightly, a goddamn son of a bitch to wade through this last chapter, and it's cool to know there's some enthusiasm about getting there, lol

b) THANK YOU FOR LIKING THE DEER MOMENT. it's like. symbolism and whatnot. I think you're the only person to point it out and I was feeling very self-indulgey but. Woo you, haha.

c) Denise is my bud at this point. --that's not true, I would try to kill her with a crochet hook within two hours, but it's cool that the general mood seems to be 'aww this idiot, she's a hell of a broad.' Just imagine her squishing you to her immense Peggy-esque bosom. :)

d) as far as final chapter: last night I was feeling super optimistic and tonight I am feeling wildly not optimistic, but I really don't want to get hit by the 2x4 of self-doubt and misery again. Best-case we're looking at Friday, to get back on schedule. I really, really want to make that happen; we'll have to see. If not, then I'll try REALLY VERY HARD for Wednesday of next week.

Pro-tip, this is why you don't start posting before the thing's fully done. Confidence is a lie. But also, never fear, this one will get finished. If nothing else I want to check it off the to-do list. Thanks for liking it, bud. It genuinely means a lot. <3

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Stevie's new beard

*gif by @marvelheroes*

Birthday shot #2 & Kinktober day 8 - Beard kink

Please note that my work is not to be reposted or published anywhere other than my Tumblr or AO3 account without my permission.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - You have some strong feelings about Steve’s new look.

Warnings - 18+ only please, smut(m/f), dom Steve, daddy kink.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x female reader

Word count - 2.5k

Masterlists are linked in the bio!

One more swift turn over the corner, your eyes squinting as you tried to concentrate, “That’ll show him,” grumbling under your breathe, pressing the scissors down, “done.” With a smirk on your face.

You had been working on cutting out Steve’s face from your honeymoon album. An album you had spent hours on, your blood, sweet and tears, literally, you must’ve gotten like five paper cuts working on it. But none of that mattered. You were mad.

No, you were fuming.

The previous year, you hadn’t been able to celebrate your birthday with Steve since he was called on an emergency mission. Which was fine at the time you had only been dating for a few weeks. And when he went to Siberia over a month ago, you thought he’d be back for your birthday for sure. Then you’d get to have him pamper you and baby you for the whole day, not that you needed such an excuse, but still.

It was one in the morning, your birthday had already started and you doubted that Steve would be able to make it. He had gone silent a week ago, for his teams and your safety.

Well, by the time he’s back you’ll have cut him out of all your pictures. Maybe you’d even go stay at your sister’s for a while. You missed her and needed a vacation and teach Steve a lesson. You wouldn’t be back until he’s growling on his knees - begging for your forgiveness.

Or maybe... he wouldn’t care. Maybe he’d be glad that you’re gone. You didn’t know what you’d do if that happened, you always seem to be weighing him down. You understood that being married to Captain America meant that you had to share him with the rest of the world. Most of times, you were alright with that. You didn’t care much for the Captain, he was fine but he was no Steve Rogers.

You sighed, giving up on your little project, thinking about maybe calling it a night. Hopefully your friends remember your birthday and do something special for you.

Slipping into Steve’s t-shirt – because as much as you were mad at him, you really did miss him. This was the longest you had been away from him.

Fluffing your pillow, keeping Mister Steebie next to you, you climbed on top of it. Ready to switch off the lights -

“Hey there, sweetheart,” you gasped when you heard the low rumble, clutching your neck, taken aback and panting.

Taking a deep breathe, you looked at your door over your shoulder, sighing when you noticed it’s Steve.

Except it wasn’t...?

“What the fuck?” you frowned and did a double take.

Getting off your bed and walking over to the door. He was still dressed in his dark stealth suit, his dirty blonde hair swept back, his jaw covered in a thick beard - a few shades darker than his hair.

You stopped a few steps away from him, taking in his new look. You didn’t know what to make of it but it did make you shiver - for some reason.

Your lips pressed in a flat line as you stared at him. He spread his arms out, in an attempt to hug you, probably, trying to close the distance between you but you took a step back. Eyeing him suspiciously.

“What’s wrong, doll?” he tilted his head to the side, giving you his Disney eyes.

“What’s wrong with your face?” you spat.

“What do you mean?” his eyebrows scrunched together as he rubbed a hand over his beard.

“Don’t do that!” you admonished him, folding your hands under your titts, perking them up.

“Do what?” scratching his beard, “You’re not making any sense, doll. Didn’t you miss me?”

“I did,” you huffed, “Do you know what date it is?”

“Yes, I do know. That’s why I’m here. I got back as soon as the mission wrapped up. Now come here and let me give you a birthday kiss,” extending an arm towards you.

“Nuh-uh,” you shook your head.

“Why?” he pouted. “I made it back in time, just like I said I would. I missed you, come on just one kiss... wait a minute. Is this about the beard?” You nodded. “You hate it? Tony said you would, I just didn’t have time to shave. I’ll go do it now then.” Since he was desperate for kisses and cuddles.

“No, don’t!” You pressed a palm on his chest, in an effort to stop him. “I mean, sure if you want to... but I don’t hate it. It’s kind of the opposite... I think. I just need time to process this.”

“Doll,” he exasperated, sighing, 'politely’ trying to tell you off. “I’m tired. And you’re really not making any sense.”

“I just fucking love your beard, ok!” you snapped. Your cheeks heating up at the brash confession. Clenching your thighs together. You shouldn’t like it as much as you did. It hides Steve’s beautiful face and makes him look so feral and dangerous. So not Steve.

“Really?” he quirked a brow, pulling you flush against his chest, “how much do you like it, puppy?”

“I - I don’t know...” Still embarrassed, you hide your face over his heart, rubbing your cheek against the rough kevlar of his suit. “I like it a lot, I think. Please keep it?”

He hummed, “But you won’t even look at me.”

“It’s a lot to take in, okay? It’s like, ugh remember when you saw me in my wedding dress?”

He'd never forget, he had cried like a baby. “This is nothing like that,” he rolled his eyes.

“It’s... give me some time. Small steps.” Bringing up a shaky hand to touch his soft fuzzy jaw, “Oh! Remember that time I bought that forties style nightie. And you went to town on me?” looking up at him, “This is like that.”

He nodded, finally understanding. “I get it, doll. But I’m afraid I don’t have time for ‘small steps’. I missed you so much,” Rutting his erection into your belly - as if to physically prove it. “And I need to make your birthday special. Treat the birthday girl right, huh?” He pressed his thumb on your cheekbone, caressing it, dipping his neck down to kiss you but you pulled away.

You hugged him again, standing on your tippy toes and nuzzling your nose in the crook his neck, his beard tickling you ever so slightly.

“I thought you wouldn’t make it. That I’d be all alone.” You whined. And then he comes back looking this good! Making it impossible for you to stay mad at him.

“Of course, I made it. Couldn’t let my best girl be alone. Now let me kiss you,” you shook your head again, “fine then. We can do your small steps. Let me eat you out,” biting the shell of your ear, “I’m hungry, doll.”

There was no way you could say no to that. “Oh - okay,” you gulped a huge lump of air.

Suddenly, he swept you off your feet, throwing you over his shoulder, his hand kneading your ass before smacking it, “Missed this sweet ass too.” he said, throwing you on top of the mattress. “I like this shirt on you, pup,” he smiled, his heart swelled as he felt strangely possessive of you, hovering above you, “But it had to come off.”

With a lack of finesse, his greedy hands ripped the poor clothing to shreds. He hadn’t gone so long without you. He needed to be inside you as soon as he could.

“Stevie!” You tried to chastise him.

He threw the shirt away, growling at the sight of your naked breasts, your hard pebbles, your hands coming up to cover them from his dark eyes. That won’t do, he pulled them away, pinning them beside your head. “What do you think you’re doing?” he frowned

You shuddered. Really, a beard shouldn’t make that much of a significant difference but it made him all the more intimidating. “Sorry, daddy.” You pouted. If nothing else, the D-word always worked.

He shook his head, capturing a nipple in his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. He made sure to run his beard over your breast. Letting go of your twisting hand as it clenched on the back of his head. Your back arching, pushing more your body to him.

With a loud ‘pop’ he let go of your hard nub, shoving two fingers in your mouth and ordering you to suck and like he obedient doll you were - you followed.

He pulled his fingers out, snaking his hand between your legs, dipping them in your heat. Then he noticed it and frowned.

Looking to his side, a sack of flour? No, looked fluffy enough to be cotton. “What is this?” he wanted to know.

You were too far gone to even register his words but you vaguely heard him. You bit your lip, following his eyes. “Oh, that’s Mister Steebie.”

“What?”

“That’s you. I missed you and I needed a cuddle buddy. So I stuffed some cotton in a sack, dressed him in your flannel and drew your face on him.”

His 'face' was just two dots with a blue sharpie, golden hair on his head and a pink mouth. “It’s cute.” he chuckled, grabbing ‘Steebie' and putting him on the floor, “But you don’t need him. You have the real thing now,” he reminded you, trailing kisses down your body, pushing your thighs apart to make room for him and settling between them.

“I suppose I should upgrade him now. Draw the beard on. I wonder if I have a brown sharpie,” you mused, yelping when you felt his teeth grazing over your clit. “God!” you heaved, propping yourself up on your elbows you looked down at him. A few strands of his hair had fallen on his forehead, he looked ethereal. “You’re so pretty, Stevie.” Your hand caressing his face.

He leaned into it, having been touch starved for over a month. “You’re the pretty one, pup. Now, will you be good for me? Let me treat my birthday girl right?”

You nodded. Laying back down, running your fingers through his longer locks.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” he asked

“No, I followed your rules.”

“Good, I didn’t either.” Not that he had the time or space to anyway. But he wanted to save himself for you.

“Thor told me, women like a nice thick beard,” rubbing his face on your inner thighs, “he’s a bit of an oversharer. But I knew you’d like it too. Guess I was right.” He was smug about it too. He knew you inside and out. More than anybody else, maybe more than you know yourself.

He pushed your thighs apart as you squirmed above him, trying to clamp them on his head. “Now, sweetheart. I thought you promised to be good. Do I need to tie you up?”

You furiously shook your head. “No, please! I’ll be good.” Normally, you’d love to be tied up. But you needed to touch him, his face and his hair.

“I know it’s hard, pup, just try a little harder,” He tongue nudging at your entrance. His fingers spreading your lips apart, “such a pretty pussy,” he praised.

Wrapping his mouth around your clit and pushing his fingers in your pussy. He made sure to gather as much of your slick over his beard as he could, to make a mess of it.

You threw your head back, trying your best to stay still, it was too overwhelming, too good, “Stevie! Stop, stop please,” you begged, pulling on his hair.

He immediately pulled away, hovering back over you, inspecting you for any distress.

“I want to come with you inside me. Please.” you said, fluttering your lashes.

He sighed, “Don’t scare me like that.”

“Come on! It’s my birthday. You have to do as I say,” you giggled.

“As you wish,” he shook his head. He would’ve given in even if it wasn’t your birthday.

His fingers scrambling to get his dick out of his suit. Kissing your neck, sucking on your special spot, he pushed inside you. Digging his fingers in your hips, he bit your neck, “So fucking tight, doll.” He groaned, he was at the end of his rope, he couldn’t take it anymore, snapping his hips with a swift thrust he buried himself inside you.

“Stevie,” you mewled, feeling his tip pressing against your special spot. “Right there!”

Pulling his cock out and then pushing back, “Here?” he wiggled his hips, pressing his lips to your jaw.

“Yeah,” you gave a shaky reply. Already on the edge as he kept ramming in on your g-spot. “Steve, kiss me please?” You needed to feel his lips on yours, to feel his beards on your face.

Circling a hand under your waist to pull you up and closer to him, his hips setting a punishing pace, he crashed his lips on yours. Clashing your teeth together. He moaned as you pulled his bottom lip with your teeth, before kissing him again.

Letting go of his lips, just for a second to pepper kisses all over his beard and then kissing him deeply.

You clenched around his length, pulling his hair, biting the hilt to his jaw to stifle your scream. Waves of pleasure crashing over you one after another.

He came right after you, with a few more thrusts, filling you to the brim. He collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you.

He laid beside you, on his side your bodies still connected. He couldn’t have any of his spend escaping your tight cunt.

He kissed the crown of your head. “You liked your first gift?” he asked as you hummed. “Don’t worry, I got plenty more for you.” he smirked already feeling himself get hard again in your pussy.

When you were quiet for a while, so unusual for you, your fingers playing with his beard, “What’s wrong, pup?” He tilted your face up so he could see it.

“Nothing,” you shook your head. Suddenly feeling guilty for ruining your precious pictures. “They need you more than I ever will - your team and this world.”

“That’s... true. You don’t need me. You’re a strong woman, if anything I need you. But that’s a good thing, sweetheart. You want me. And that's enough for me.”

“Really?” Your lips curling up in a big grin as you nuzzled his beard, feeling awfully proud of yourself.

Steve’s heart was big enough to share him with the entire world. That he could still love you more than you could even begin to comprehend. And always make his way back to you. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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ohh i haven’t done one of these in ages!! @sabertoothwalrus​ (check her out, gr8 content) tagged me in this art thing

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!  

1 - Korra with Raava staff

this was super fun to finally draw!! i had this idea of an AU where benders use staffs to control their element over 3 years ago (i think) and its great to finally see it beyond random doodles i did in class back then. i really want to design some other staffs too at some point!

2 - Just some gays in a field

This might be the only thing I posted this year that wasn’t fanart... I rarely get motivated to draw original stuff but I somehow finished this one. yeehaw

3 - BoTW Midna

a little before Age of Calamity came out, i started a new BoTW file and as i was replaying & thinking about the Lore, i kept thinking about the love of my life, Midna Twilight Princess..... and for like a week i was obsessed with the idea of a Midna reincarnation showing up in the sequel. my Midzel loving ass immediately shipped this dumbass teen version with Zelda, of course,

4 - My tabaxi child

I started playing D&D regularly this year!! it’s one of my favorite things about 2020!! i absolutely love this character too, druid is my favorite class so far and playing an impolite 13 year old with a bad french accent is SO funny. every other player immediately adopts them its great

5 - The background map & front page art for the Critical Role Wiki

I finished catching up to all of CR earlier this year, and since i had a tendency to zone out and miss stuff, i would look up a ton of stuff on the wiki, and i always thought it looked so bland! it was still using the default theme and i thought it deserved something nicer. so i decided i would just Do That Myself! and since then i started editing the wiki super regularly, it’s one of my main hobbies now (ranked 19th out of the wiki editors babey)

the map i can’t take full credit for, as it’s only a traced version of this map. the original wasn’t big enough to fit the wiki, so i thought, why don’t i just. ya know. trace over the entire thing by hand. that way i could also decide on the colors and font, etc (plus i love drawing lots of lil tedious details). later on i also made this graphic to put on the front page! both of these had to be WAY downsized to fit the wiki formatting but at least i can share the full size files on here

6 - “Human” Raava 

idk who remembers but I used to be OBSESSED with the AU where Raava looked like a human, and became younger as she lost power. i suddenly wanted to redraw the concept after all this time and reworked my old design a bit. twas fun

7 - The unfinished Pearl/Rose comic

in the end I only colored this single panel, but i did post the first 8 pages (which is as far as i got) of an old comic idea from over a year ago. its kinda crazy how hard it is for me to post unfinished stuff.. but in the end i’m glad i did. its very validating to read the tags on that post and see how many people got mad/sad after reading it hehehe

8 - Mighty Nein redesigns

i started this series of character sheets almost exactly one year ago! so far i only finished Jester and Beauregard (altho i need to update with her winter outfit), but i’m actually nearly done with Caleb, idk why i haven’t posted it yet... in my heart i believe that one day i’ll finish them all. but that might be 5 years from now. special shoutout to all the other CR art i made this year!! i actually got featured in the slideshow a couple times which is pretty unreal

Honorable mention -  New Nameless designs

this is the only one i posted, but i actually spent quite a bit of time this year developping a webcomic idea. i made a good amount of concept art and wrote a lot about it. it still feels way too ambitious for me to consider starting the webcomic any time soon (i want to make at least one other comic before) but the idea really grew this year!! anyway this is Nameless and her funky animal companion, they are travelling around a fantasy continent and uncovering mysterious lore

im blanking on who to tag uhhh @officialrocketjumper​, @cadetheespeon​ and @butchlinkle​