#what do you call a doodle but for writing

[skullsbown]

♱𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭♱

|SMUT, Professor!Sevika (Modern day), College student!reader

| Anal, cunnilingus, thigh humping, degradation (a little bit), spanking (a little bit), age gap (LEGAL!!), 18+ reader

!MDNI! !MINORS DNI!

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You were currently a student at college, and your last lecture happened to be your favourite class.

And this was for one reason and one reason only.

Professor Sevika.

And you know you can’t be the only one in class, wishing she was plugging up your pussy with her fingers instead of lecturing.

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You should be taking notes on your laptop, though you can’t help but doodle on the corner of your paper sticking out of your binder. Doodling images of your Professor, drawing her muscles and sexy frame.

You’ve honestly stared at her so many times without a thought in your head that you’ve memorized her body and facial features by heart.

Maybe if life had been different…if you could’ve met her outside of college, maybe in a bar so she can take you to the alleyway in the back to eat your pussy out, till you feel like you’re gonna collapse on her face…

You fantasized about her the whole lecture, you completely forgot to actually listen and take down notes…whatever, it was totally worth it.

Till it wasn’t.

-

You realized that your grades started slipping in her class, your essays have been really lacking any knowledge on the course material, you’ve barely paid attention to research papers, forgetting about them completely. And you’ve been getting average or less marks on your quizzes.

Man this was really bad.

-

You’ve been trying to stay on track with her lessons, taking down notes, though you’d still drift off and let your mind wander about.

Once the class had ended, you started getting ready to head back to your dorm, packing up your laptop and binder. You stepped down the narrow stairs between the rows of the seats, making your way to the front.

Sevika looked up from her laptop, spotting you.

She called out to you, “Stay back. We need to talk.”

You stopped, looking back at her. You were terrified, she looked so serious and her tone was just as scary.

You walked over to her desk, the students leaving the class, now empty.

Sevika took off her reading glasses and set them down on her desk.

She looked up at you, grey eyes piercing into your soul (or that’s what it felt like) “Do you understand the material?”

You cleared your throat, “Yes.”

She raised an eyebrow, she obviously didn’t believe that. “Really? Cause it doesn’t seem like it.”

She was a blunt woman, too blunt maybe.

“Oh..-” before you could give a half-assed excuse, she cut you off.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna hear excuses. What’re you doing while I’m lecturing?” She crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair.

“I-..writing down notes..?” You didn’t really know what else to say, you couldn’t just straight up tell her oh, I’m dreaming about you fucking me into oblivion. Tch..

“Okay, I don’t believe that though.” She said. “You were good in the beginning and then your grades went down tremendously. That’s not good.”

Your gaze left hers, looking at her desk, suddenly interested in the wood.

She noticed this, and she didn’t care for it. “Excuse me, I’m talking.” She said with a no nonsense attitude.

You bit the inside of your cheek, looking at her again. Beautiful yet so terrifying.

“Good.” She sat up straight in her chair. “This isn’t high school, you realize that, right? I’m not gonna be there for you and ‘guide’ you through it. If you fuck up, you fuck up.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I don’t like when I see my students fail. It makes me seem as if I’m a bad teacher.”

You fiddled with your fingers. “You’re not a bad teacher. I’m just…having issues focusing.”

She looked up at you again, nodding. “I see that.”

She sighed, “listen, take my advice. Do your best to focus, take your notes, watch videos when you leave to better explain. If you don’t, you’re gonna fail this class, and I can’t do anything about it.”

“You can either listen or not, it’s your decision. But I am being considerate enough to speak to you about this issue. Many wouldn’t”

You nodded, your gaze not really knowing where to go, you knew you had to get a grip, but how?

Sevika could sense an issue. She closed her laptop, standing up, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I can tell you’re smart, and I thought you were interested in this class. But as your marks have gone down, it seems like you lost that interest.” Her eyes roamed over your expression.

“I wanna see you do better in here, alright? I’m not taking this dump anymore, fix up.” She said sternly.

You nodded. “Okay..I’ll do better, I promise. And I do like this class.”

“Mhm. Prove it to me. Let me see your marks go up, then I’ll believe that.” She took a deep breath, “But for now, you can leave.” She excused you easily. Beginning to grab her stuff.

“Alright. Thank you Professor.”

She just let out a simple hum in acknowledgment.

You turned around and left.

Once you were out of her class, you let out a large sigh of relief, your shoulders sagging and your heart racing.

You couldn’t tell if it was racing cause of how drop dead gorgeous she was, or if it’s cause of her stern tone. Maybe both…probably both.

-

After that conversation, you’d been picking up on your work, forcing yourself to ignore her sexy muscles…her tan skin..those eyes- Jesus Christ! Get ahold of yourself.

Your grades slowly increased, but not enough.

So one day after her lecture, you walked up to her desk once everyone had left.

She looked up at you, her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. “Yes?”

“I’ve improved” You said with a small smile.

She let out a small scoff, “Yes, kind of.”

“So you believe me?”

She thought about it for a second. “I guess I do.” She sighed.

You nodded, containing the pride.

“Was that all?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Uhm..no. I wanted to ask you a question.”

“Mhm?” She hummed.

“Do you think you can give me a little boost?” You said nervously.

“A boost?” She questioned.

“Yeah..extra credits?” You rephrased.

She chuckled deeply, taking her glasses off and setting them down. “Extra credits? For what?”

You looked off to the side, “Just to help me out a bit.”

“And you think you deserve these extra credits…for doing what?” She thought your question was stupid.

You sighed. “I don’t know…I’m trying. My attention span is bad, and I’ve fixed it. Isn’t that good?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Sure, it’s good. But not ‘boost’ worthy.”

“I need it. I don’t think I can improve that quick in that little time. I’m improving but..it’s not fast enough.” You were pleading now.

She found this amusing to say the least. Eyeing you up and down, leaning back in her chair with her manspread. “Uhuh…well, I’m not gonna hand over extra credit just like that.”

“Please professor.”

She scoffed, “You’re begging now?”

You got a bit embarrassed at that, maybe you were begging, just a little..what’s so wrong with that? “Maybe..?”

Sevika stood up, looking at you, her arms still crossed. “And you think this ‘begging’ is gonna get you somewhere?”

You huffed, trying not to pay attention to how turned on the height difference made you. “…maybe.”

“Good thing you got the face for it.”

Was that a compliment? You didn’t know, but you knew it made you very fluttery inside.

“But you haven’t convinced me. And I’m very hard to convince, Pretty.” That pet name had totally slipped out. Sevika mentally cursed at herself, this was getting unprofessional. Though she couldn’t help but feel the small pull by you.

Your eyebrows raised. Clearing your throat in the tension of the situation that suddenly raised. “Pretty?” Your clit surprisingly twitched against the cotton of your underwear.

Sevika couldn’t back out now, so she went with it. “You heard me.” She furrowed her eyebrows at the need of repetition.

“You also still have not convinced me.” She looked down on you expectantly.

“I-…don’t know how to do that..?”

Sevika shrugged, “figure it out, I’m waiting. And I’ll let you on a little secret.”

She leaned a bit closer, breath fanning over your face, “I’m not a patient person.”

Your heart raced in your chest, beating fast, matching the beating and twitching of your needy clit.

You didn’t really know what to do- well, you did, but you didn’t know if it’s what she was expecting.

But why not go for it.

You leaned closer to her, your lips barely brushing against hers. Those plump, dark, scarred lips of hers.

Sevika hadn’t expected you to go for it, but she didn’t let her shock show.

She grinned, “Naughty..” she whispered.

She leaned in, kissing your lips hungrily, her hand coming up at the back of your head, tangling in your strands.

You moaned against your lips, your hands clutching at her top. You couldn’t believe it…you really couldn’t.

Her free hand going to your hip, digging your fingers into your skin above the fabric.

She groaned against your lips, her tongue coaxing them to part.

You parted your lips eagerly for her, meeting her tongue with yours, caressing each other.

Her hand on your hip, forcefully bringing you closer to her, your bodies were smushed together.

She was obsessed with your mouth and soft lips, just as you were with hers.

She brought her other hand to your hip, slowly sliding both hands down to the back of your thighs.

She lifted you up, drawing a small gasp from you, quickly swallowed up by her intense kissing.

She lifted you and set you down on her desk, she brought herself closer to you, her body in between your legs.

Her hands went to the desk, resting on either side of your body, trying to get closer to you.

You wrapped your arms around her neck, needing every inch of her. Your tongue swirled against hers, getting sloppier as you both got more and more worked up.

Your tongues explored each others mouths, it was as if you were two horny teenagers.

Sevika suddenly pulled her lips away, her breathing slightly ragged. She then buried her face in the crook of your neck, kissing your soft, hot skin.

You moaned softly.

Kissed down your clothed torso, eventually falling to her knees. She brought her hands to your pants, pausing and looking up at you with a raised eyebrow, silently asking for your permission.

“Do it..need t’feel you..” you said quietly and needy.

She smirked and nodded. “Oh, you’ll feel me alright.”

She pulled down your pants along with your underwear, taking your shoes off as well to get your clothing off of you. She tossed your discarded clothes off to the side.

“I’m gonna eat this pussy so good baby.” She said low, her voice deep and smooth.

Your breathing hitched at her words, you were extremely hot and flustered, your cunt was probably dripping with arousal now.

She grabbed your thighs, pulling them apart. She took a good look at your exposed vulva. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

She moved her face closer, burying herself into your pussy. She licked gently at your clit, her eyes looking up through her lashes at you.

You moaned, your hand going down to her hair, fisting it as you hold her there.

You were so astonished by the sudden intimacy with your professor, but you’d been dying for this moment to happen. You were so incredibly aroused, you could feel your orgasm already slowly building. It was a bit embarrassing the way your clit twitched with anticipation, your climax was obvious as it neared with the way you leaked against her tongue.

“Oh fuuckk Sevika…right- right there..” you breathed heavily,

Sevika felt a small ego boost as she saw how quickly you were getting to the edge, she moaned softly against your clit, sucking on it as her tongue circled and swirled against it. She gripped the flesh of your thighs harder, fingers digging into the thick skin.

Your hips ground against her mouth when you felt the quick vibration of her moan against you. Your face scrunched in pleasure, your abdomen tight with effort to try and buy some time before cumming too quickly.

“Please- please-..” you couldn’t even finish your sentence.

Sevika’s eyes looking up at you expectantly, wanting you to finish your sentence, wanting to hear you plead. She gripped your thigh harder before smacking it with her hand.

You yelped as the sharp pain bloomed against your thigh, only making you get closer to your orgasm. “Fuck!” You gripped her hair harder, any harder you’d rip her hair right out.

Sevika moaned as you gripped her hair with harsh force, she sucked harder on your clit, making you dangerously close.

Your eyes rolled back, and suddenly that tight coil inside of you snapped. Your thighs shook, trying to close around her head but she held them apart with strength. “UNGH! Oh my fucking god- uhhh Sevika!” Your moans were dirty yet melodic to Sevika’s ears.

She continued licking at your clit, prolonging your orgasm. As it faded, she pulled away, looking up at you. Her lips shiny with your wetness.

“Tasted so fucking good mama.” Her voice was deep and smooth.

“You think so?” Your voice on the other hand was a bit shaken and out of breath.

She grinned, her little tooth gap on display. “I do.”

She stood up, pulling you off the desk. You got down, stumbling a bit, you waited for further instructions.

She sat down on her chair, looking up at you. “Turn around.” She commanded.

You nodded and slowly turned, “now what..?”

“Now, sit that pretty ass down and ride my fucking thigh like a slut.” Her voice was a dark rumble.

You bit your bottom lip hard, you slowly sat down on her thigh.

She gripped your hips, your back facing her. She pulled her down hard onto her thigh, your legs parting painfully, your clit crashing against her clothed leg, causing a moan to escape you.

She had her boot resting on the edge of her chair, keeping her leg raised and bent under you.

You straddled her bare, muscular leg. You could feel her muscles against your throbbing clit.

“Grind that pretty clit on me baby.” She urged you, watching your entire backside.

You moaned softly “Uhuh..” you began to grind on her thigh, your clit rubbing against her. “Oh-!…it feels so fucking good Sev..” you humped her thigh like a dumb bunny.

“Mmm keep humping me, lookin’ so pretty like a desperate fucking whore…” Her words were laced with venom but the best, sexiest kind.

“Uhh yeahhuh! A whore for you..!” The friction that built against the hardness of her thigh and the cloth of her pants against your clit was Heaven.

Her hands wandered, arching your back more for her, spreading your plush cheeks. She touched your anus with her thumb. You let out a surprised sound.

“What’re you doing..?” Your voice whiny.

“Just be quiet and let me make you feel good mama.” She spat on her thumb, rubbing your anus with her wet thumb and slowly pushing it past your tight ring of muscle.

You let out a throaty moan, your hips stuttering as your virgin hole stretched around her thumb. “Oh fuuuck!”

“You like that baby?” She groaned, feeling how tight you were.

You nodded your head urgently, grinding back on her thumb and thigh at the same time. Your creamy arousal sticking to her pants in a streak.

“You like my thumb in this dumb hole?” She thrusted her thumb in and out.

“Yeah- yes! ‘Feels so good baby…ohhh..” Your eyes rolled back, a thin like of drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth down your chin.

You rubbed your clit hard and fast against her leg. If you hadn’t been so horny and excited, you’d be in pain from the amount of rubbing against the fabric.

“Babe- baby…think I’m gonna cum…ohhm’god!!”

She smacked your cheek with her free hand, leaving a hand print against the colour of your flesh, making you yelp and moan, you swallowed hard, your eyes squeezing shut.

She shoved her thumb harder in and out of your asshole. “Cum on me. Cum on me like the attention whore you are.”

“I’m-” you couldn’t even get your words out, poor you, thighs trembling around her hard muscle.

“Cum for me bitch.” Sevika said with a deep groan, spanking your ass cheek again with her free hand.

And with that sharp slap, you came. Your mouth dropped open with a silent moan, humping her hard as your ride out your orgasm.

“Yeahhh just like that…” Sevika moaned low, watching your creamy cum get rubbed all over her thigh, sticking to the black cotton.

You breathed heavily, your eyes opening as you slowed down, you subconsciously clenched around her thumb.

“Mm..” Sevika slowly pulled her thumb out of your tight hole.

“Jesus..” you moaned softly, your humps halting to a stop.

“So perfect, you came so beautifully for me mama.” She gently rubbed your asscheeks, one of them being sore and a bit red from her hard smacks.

-

After regaining control and getting off her thigh, you sloppily put your clothes back on.

Sevika cleared her throat, “Maybe I will give you that extra credit.”

You chuckled. “Well maybe we should do this more often, wonder how many extra credits I can get from these-” she cut you off.

“Uhuh, don’t get ahead of yourself. Now go, you still have that paper due.” She crossed her arms.

“Oh- yeah, sorry.”

Sevika smiled, “mhm, bye.”

“Bye.” You said with a bit of giddy, you had a bit of pep in your wobbly step as you went for the door. You opened the door to leave, but you’re met with another professor, he raised an eyebrow.

You looked at him awkwardly before stepping by him and leaving the building.

The man looked away from your retrieving figure, he walked inside the classroom and saw Sevika cleaning off her leg with a tissue and packing up her stuff. “Was that a student?” He asked.

Sevika jolted slightly, not hearing him come in. She looked up at him. “Yeah.”

“So late?” He looked a bit bewildered. “I thought you hated after class talks.”

She scoffed, “I felt nice.” She shrugged.

The man looked her up and down, “Okay..?”

Sevika rolled her eyes and grabbed her stuff. “Night.” She said before walking out and waiting for him to leave.

“Yeah, night.” The man eyed her before leaving. She shut the door and went to the exit.

She knew what she’d be imagining tonight when she gets her hands on her vibrator after a few drinks.

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Hiii guys, I would absolutely LOVE it if some of you can send in some asks, I’ve lost creativity and motivation like ten billion different times so YEAH…I’d love to work with different characters and stories (Smut, fluff, angst, kinky smut, etc) so if you wanna see something specific (and if you like my recent art, I’ll maybe even make something based on your request), ASK ME!!😖😖 I need the motivation.

[pyonpurin]

College Drummer Bakugo Katsuki

THIS IS A WEIRD BRAIN VOMIT PLEASEEEEE ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

don't expect tew much or i'm gonna cry

drummer katsuki x fashion designer reader

genre fluff

omfg idfc it's a brain vomit FFS

none hero au, just plain plain 'ol college students! katsuki is 21 on his 3rd year of college and reader is a year older fresh graduate, back in the country and is trying to make an independent clothing line!

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Weird prompt that i'll never write so is it really a prompt? anyways, i still need to get it out of my head!

⚠ SUPER DUPER many typos and please do excuse my english it's not my first language lololol ⚠

Okay so, college drummer Bakugo with his band mates (BakuSquad is what we would call duh) always practice at Jiro's garage (let's just imagine that Kyoka's parents are rich as hell because they're like some famous singers or in a band thus why she has her own house even tho she's just a college student yeayeayea!) one day Jiro's old childhood friend (reader) just came back from college somewhere out of the country and crashed at Jiro's place.

Bakugo left his motorcycle keys on the garage couch without noticing until he sat on his motorcycle and (reader) went to him and gave him his keys, introduced herself because they haven't properly introduced each other, told him reader just graduate that's why she's suddenly back in japan blablabla all that jazz, asked each other what they major in and reader proudly tell him that she studied fashion, Katsuki basically said that's dumb (i feel like he would never but this is for the sake of the plot kay) and then reader explain how important fashion is starting from influential campaigns, controversial runways, and how political fashion is and oh suddenly he's hooked by your smartass, i mean he thinks you're pretty of course but he thought you're just some fashion bimbo or something till you pulled up an Elle Woods on him.

Anyways.. reader asked back what he majors in and he majors in music idk what you guys call it i have to search it up, and reader was like oh! duh! he's in a band that makes so much sense! anyways reader gave him her business card, made it herself, colorful and many many cute doodles, the way she smiles, laugh, the way she brings herself up as this cheerful girliepop is so so fun.

Kay he went home wondering about shit, it's not like he never had a girlfriend or anything but this felt different, she was fun to talk to, easy, like it's so natural, but whatever right? he went to sleep, and the next day he goes to class and stuff, and on his way back he's thinking of crashing at Jiro's place to practice his set, texted her that he's coming, he has her keys and stuff (they're that close i suppose!) and just immediately get in, open Jiro's door to see you and Jiro arguing about some sketches reader made of Jiro's outfit that reader volunteered to make for her upcoming performance, Jiro wanted sequins but oh my god the fabric itself will already be sparkly, what? she wants to be a disco ball up there? (it was an all fun and giggle argument tho! and i do believe while Jiro's outfit is kinda plain on the series, i'm a fancy kyoka truther!) and so Bakugo chimes in, and once they agree on something reader rushed and gather her sketches, take her bag, and said she wants to immediately buy the fabrics and stuff! and Bakugo who just arrived weirdly volunteered to take her saying he has to run some errands!

"Thought you were gonna practice your set-"

"Shut it ears. C'mon fashion freak, i don't got all day."

You gave Jiro a look that says "Um what the fuck?!" but oh you be grinning ear to ear, and she gave you a "Tell me how it goes!" look, i mean? riding a hot drummer's motorcycle? SIGN ME UP! aaaaaaaaand that's about it i'm fried lol!

waaaaaaaaaaaait this is so fun to vomit out omgomgogmgmgoggm

songs and shit that inspired this :

Elle Woods (my fav girl), my dream major (fashion), the school festival obvii, Tongue Tied by GROUPLOVE, Lovers by Anna Of The North, EARLY DEBUT TWICE SONGS!, She by TYLER THE FREAKING CREATOR, Still Into You by my goat Paramore, Confident by Justin Bieber, yeaaaaaaaa that's about it i guess! when i wrote this i kinda got reminded of this webtoon called to you who swallowed a star (must read!)

ty for reading this was so fun to write!

[summeroflove-if]

How about �� - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection? For the whole cast?

Amber shows it in overly elaborate ways that are meant to seem casual but are very much not; booking MC a spa day and then pretending it was an accident, "accidentally" cooking MC's favourite meal after a long day. If she calls MC "a menace" while brushing their hair out of their face, that's basically a love confession.

Affection leaks out of Anwar like they're not even aware they're doing it, like casually rubbing MC's back during conversations, making playlists that "just happen" to describe their dynamic. When they've really fallen, expect them to look MC dead in the eyes during the most mundane moment and go, "You know I adore you, right?" as if it's obvious and always has been.

It's confusing for Charlie. They might not realise it themselves until they're watching MC laugh at something dumb and suddenly feel a full-body warmth they can't shake. They show affection in subtle consistency—remembering how MC takes their tea, texting just to say goodnight. It's quiet, but it's there, and it's real.

Haoyu makes jokes. So many jokes. But if he teases MC more than usual and suddenly stops mid-sentence to actually look at them… yeah, he's gone. He'll write little inside jokes in his creative work just for them, or sneak their name into a draft. It's all one big love letter in disguise.

Izzie is excited to love. She makes little surprise gift boxes for MC "just because" and has probably cried because she felt too much affection for them on a random Tuesday. Every sticky note she leaves is signed with a heart, and every date is planned with the care of a wedding proposal.

Mattie gets overwhelmed in the best way. You'll find her looking at MC like they've hung the moon, often blinking back happy tears. She'll ask if MC needs help with the smallest things just to be close, and she always worries she's not doing enough, even when she's loving them with her whole chest.

It's all routine with Noah. But not boring routine, it's thoughtful, quiet love. He remembers MC's shoe size without trying, sets their mug out before they wake up. He may not say much, but when he starts using the phrase "our" instead of "my," it's over. He's locked in. Occasionally, he'll brush his hand against MC's and linger — just for a second longer than necessary.

Scarlette watches MC like she's still deciding if they're real. Acts like she's annoyed but brings MC food when they're tired and stays up late just to walk them home. She won't say she's in love, she'll just be there, always, until MC realises she never left.

Theo draws them. Constantly. Little doodles on napkins, detailed sketches in his book. He won't tell MC they're his muse, not at first at least, but it becomes obvious. His touches are tentative at first, but his presence is unwavering. He listens like every word MC says is a secret worth keeping.

Vanessa flirts like it's an Olympic sport, but when she falls? She tells MC. Probably loudly. Probably in public. But she also remembers the tiniest things: the date MC first met her dog, what snack they buy when they're sad. She'll tease, but she'll never, ever let MC doubt that she's all in.

[returntosunder]

Oh boy- I've finnaly convinced myself to send my AU for the ramblings. Idk if I'd call it an au like the others, which is why I've been hesitant to send it but oh well, I adore it to bits and love any opportunity to talk about it so here I go.

It's called Monarchverse. And it's an alternate multiverse rather then just an AU. The story is a fic I'm working on, and it centers around this multiverses Ink.

Since I'm actively publishing the story, I won't give away ALL the secrets. But the main gist is that Ink, doesn't have the chance to destroy his soul. He manages to leave the dying sketches of his world before he's even grown into a toddler. Eventually, when hes seven in monster years, he's found by Nightmare. Nightmares intrigued by this strange little child that somehow psychically called out to him across worlds for "help". He doesn't know *how* but he's intrigued as to what this kid can do.

There's other reasons he takes the ink too, but for summaries sake. Basically he takes Ink to the others and Horror, Killer, Dust, and Cross now gotta deal with a very traumatized baby that Nightmare brought back.

Killer:....you want a beer?

Cross: you can't give that to him!? He's like- Four!!

Killer: WELL IDK WHAT DO WE DO WITH HIM!?!?

Horror: *silently picks up Ink while the others bicker and puts him to bed*

It's basically an exploration of Nightmare and his gang raising Ink. How that'd affect his personality along with having a soul. (Perfectly normal soul over here dw) exploring how the multiverse had functioned from its creation without Ink and the consequences. And then a bunch of other fun additional things. Like new characters, personal headcanons, and of course. Drama. So much. Everyomes gonna go through it, and when i say everyone i mean EVERYONE. I..am obsessed with this au you have no idea how badly I'm holding myself back from.dumping the entire story on my tumblr every day XD. I gotta write it all out first~

Or maybe it's just an excuse for me to write Ink driving these guys crazy? Both. Yeah it's both. Nightmare has glitter banned in the castle for a REASON. And for once that reason isn't Killer.

...Kay he's half the reason.

Edgy gloomy villian adopts rainbow hyper kid who wants to paint on his perfectly clean and dark walls. There's not enough color and goddammit Ink is gonna give this castle some.

Anyways. Here's some doodles of Ink as a bb and a wip of ink older when the main sorta big story and plot starts.

Inks magic is mainly pink bc...I said so. I love pink :3 also ignore the signature. Those are an old name.

Sorry if this sounds kinda self advertising-ey. I just rlly love chances to talk about and share this au.

ITS NOT SELF ADVERTISING AT ALL! ITS SO CUTE OMG (And even if it is, I dont mind it ^^)

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE WHEN VILLAINS OR BAD GUY GROUPS ADOPTED A KID, IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR THAT IN STORIES AND FICS OML

Also, I LOVE THAT VIDEO! Killer would totally offer beer lol, and thank god Horror took Ink away and put him to bed, very cute ^^

Nightmare banning glitter made me laugh omg

Omg i love Ink with the pink eyes! it looks so cool! (Lol thats so valid. Pink is such a pretty color ^^), and your doodles are so good! I really love the one with Nightmare and Ink looking threatening

I would love to read this! It's so cute, and i would love to see the chaos that would happen in the castle. And im very curious about how Ink being raised by Nightmare would affect the multiverse

[nadas-dirthalen]

morning 3 update — and today, i wanna talk about motivation.

There are no new words so far today! But I didn't mention in my process post that perhaps most vital to my process is motivation. Joy. Sweet, sweet dopamine.

I have severe combination-type ADHD. I also have OCD as a comorbidity of that, and an intense sense of perfectionism that frequently sets off the ol' autism.

Most vital to my process is that it feels safe. Safe, and fun, and supported.

Before I started this marathon, I talked to my support network: namely, my partner, and my best friend in this here fandom space @infernaldaydreams. I asked them both to what extent they felt able to cheer me on this long weekend, and to what degree they had time/bandwidth to celebrate my little victories with me. It is thanks, in large part, to them that I feel confident to even start something like this. Immediately, that helps a lot in guarding against any potential crisis of confidence or crash out in the middle of an effort like this one.

Next, I made sure to gamify the shit out of this endeavour.

I don't know why the trees work as a fun colour-in progress bar for me. They just do. But see all those little rewards, too?

The pink tree is the stuff I'm doing for me: a new notebook that I need, a pizza night, some fresh polaroids for a wall grid in my room, an ice cream night to celebrate hitting the goal for my novel — the real reason I started all of this. The teal tree has a promise of four doodles, kindly donated by friends who I'm exchanging fic with over this process. I'm not allowed to see them until I hit my goals. (And I can promise you, there was no coercion here! They volunteered! And I am weeping in gratitude eternally.)

It is truly amazing what I will do for the promise of a new notebook. Day 1 was wild. And tonight? Tonight is pizza night.

The other thing I've been using a lot this week has been a focus timer app. I use one called Forest, just because it's the one I was first shown, years ago. I just shut out the entire world for 15 minutes at a time, and this is often the only way I will start a writing session, especially if I am feeling emotionally taxed (like this week. Month. Year.)

I know my ADHD, and these are the two things it needs most: community to cheer me on when I do the things I set out to do, and the focus to get me started.

Why am I saying all of this? Because I want to be crystal fucking clear that this kind of word sprint does not happen in a bubble. It does not happen alone. Writers, in large part, are not solitary creatures, even though our craft is solitary (for the most part).

Without community, I would be half so resilient. And I don't want anyone believing otherwise. I am not a god, I am not any different than anyone else — I am just wonderfully, wonderfully lucky to have people in my corner.

original fiction words: 5442/10000 fic words: 2565/10000 (and rising!) total words: 8007/20000 ghost (outline/planning) words: 1600 extra words not included above, plus the ever-growing pile of paper.

3 days remain. Today I'm spending this one hugging my friends a lot, and writing a lot of fanfic. 💛

buckle up nerds i'm writing 20k in 5.5 days

[gomzdrawfr]

content warning: blood

Loyal to a fault

bonus + other versions:

Bonus:

Alt:

the words on Ghost's body reads:

LOVE (level of violence)

it takes a monster to destroy a monster (poorly cropped i apologize)

Loyal Dog

Vēnor (Latin verb for hunt, chase)

this is something very different to what I usually do I hope yall don't mind....also this was me when I was sharing this with my friends...because priceghost/ghostprice dynamic really gets a grip on me

[that1notetaker]

HEY SNAPE REMEMBER THAT ONE TIME WHEN

A scene inspired by @wixenforever’s NottPott fic, The Burning of The Library. Its great, I love it, and I love the scenes Snape happens to be in and how he reacts to Harry and Theo’s friendship. Its like he forgot he had a best friend once huh? Hence this was born.

@jundsthoughts @wixenforever :))) I love Snape. He’s a right bastard and I would read all books from his Pov. Theo called Snape out once and it has not left him alone since. Let it simmer, he will get it…eventually. In his own, dark, miserable, Severus way.

[tagarilaghost]

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / SE5 (you are here)

I do in fact regularly gaslight my friends for their own good.

I can't have them suspecting the truth after all. (aka continuation of @the-cr0w 's playthrough)

[mrmeepsmadmind]

thunderhowl doesn't even like to lick mechs (he'll sometimes lick rocks or random objects to help decipher what it is if his smells can't help with its history) because he likes to keep up his elegant knightly air but. also. he likes seeing that seemingly impenetrable wall of soundwave's superiority complex Crack a little with the impudence of Utter Disgust

[temeyes]

random cod oc post, but anyway: their and Gaz's dynamic

[tiktowafel]

do you ever think about how all you used to draw when you were 10 was ponies and that you should still know how to do that, then get an idea and proceed to draw something like these in nearly one sitting and it turns out better than any drawing you've done in the entire past month

sooo anyway does anyone have cutie mark or pony name ideas for them?? lol

[smile-files]

one of my favorite kinds of doodle: take the letters that spell out the name of a thing and use them to create the shape of that thing!!! (if you can't read any of these, they will be written out below <3)

going top down, left to right:

bone; butterfly; bee; joy; moth

kitty cat; snail; love; spongebob squarepants

eye; puppy dog; candy; wally darling; dolphin

hand; the element of kindness; lollypop; pencil

[aborealisglfry]

IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THAT FREAK!!!!!!!!! (Lie)

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent life photos

[spookythesillyfella]

average shrignold message in the hv groupchat :

★ translated version and original image under cut :

[emilydorp]