#you have one of if not THE most expressive champs in the game

[antleredoctopus]

since I bought my heimer plush I gotta manifest kled being available in the US store

[nknoxe-n]

█████ 60% PRINCESS

Synopsis: Your boyfriend of five years and professional football player, Rin Itoshi hasn't been the most intimate partner but out of nowhere he suddenly want to take your relationship further? Took him long enough, oh? he's never done this before, no worries you can teach him right?

Warnings: [NSFW MINORS DNI] [implied fem reader] [cunniligus] [p in v] [Rin is a virgin] [Taking virginity] [slight overstimulation] [cumming inside] [masturbation] [miscommunication] [reader has female genitailia] [reader calls Rin a princess as a nickname] [Rin eats it like a champ]

w.c 3.2k

You and Rin had been friends for five years, and dating for five as well, right after the blue lock programs U-20 match in a moment of weakness the two of you had messily talked over your friendship which consisted of him refusing to let himself apologize for the things he'd said to you when things had changed, when his dream had been crushed, and you were trying to console him and also admitting to your own faults of not trying to understand what was wrong, letting him go so easily.

Now it's not all sunshine and rainbows, there were so many times when you'd just considered leaving him because of something petty that had stemmed into a full-blown fight, but no matter what you always got through it. Rin was an enigma one that you were desperate to understand fully, sometimes you wished to just take a small peak into his brain and understand why he says or does certain things.

He was quiet but also so loud, small glances said so much, but you just couldn't understand, he read your mere expressions like a book while you're still struggling to determine what his blunt words mean because he's just so evasive. Most topics you could chalk up to the issue's he'd developed over years of resentment towards his own brother and lack of social interaction, but one thing you just couldn't a read on-

Before you could finish that thought you were roused from the peaceful half-nap you'd been taking, glossy eyes had been closed looking out the window of the bus you and Rin had taken to get home from his game instead of your car since it was currently under maintenance, it was a whole lot of bad luck and lack of options that lead you here.

"Wake up" He mumbled with a small look of embarrassment that was skilfully hidden behind an annoyed face as he lifted his head from your shoulder trying to not look at the small wet spot on your sweater sleeve.

"Hngh- I'm awake just got distracted" You could hear the small rasp in your voice from the lack of use, now looking at him trying not laugh remember how he'd had to dress to not be recognized.

He did not look his best in this 'disguise' that's for sure. A grey beanie covering his hair completely giving the impression he was bald along with a pair of shaded glasses to hide those mesmerizing eyes you loved so much. And your personal favourite, the tourist gift shop sweater he used to cover his clothes that read 'Proud Soccer Mom' in bold baby blue letters.

When the bus came to an abrupt halt, he stood up waiting for you to follow, no matter if you couldn't see his eyes behind the shades he was wearing, his gaze always seemed to follow every movement you made, as if he thought you'd disappear if he took his gaze off you.

Your body was still a little stiff and filled with a few aches while you slid off the grey faux leather seat with a hushed noise of discomfort. Your gaze trained on your boyfriends feet, following his footsteps while also making sure not to trip on anything on your way to the front of the bus.

The soft breeze against your face when the bus started off again had sobered you up from the sleep trying to drag you back into its warm embrace. You shuffled your hands into the pockets of the grey sweater you'd cherished ever since Rin got you the thing two years ago. He said it was bland and a stupid ask for your birthday, but the fabric was just so nice, and it was good to have casual everyday clothes that just meant you got to enjoy his gift more often.

He'd slung a hand around your shoulder, pulling you close. It was an affectionate gesture at surface level, but you also knew how tired he'd get after his games. Even if he won't admit it, you're pretty sure he's using you as a living crutch.

“I don't believe you weren't sleeping”

“Huh- why…?”

“Because you kept me awake with your snoring.” His tone was undeniably dry and flat, but you could tell he was only teasing.

“Oh my apologies sleeping beauty, did you not get your princess rest because of me?”

He didn't respond with his words, just huffing, and you could almost feel the roll of his eyes as he strung you along to your shared apartment. It was a simple little place, but you liked it, although it made you feel like a beige mom. It was worse with the lack of colour in your interior design, greys, and whites with a few accents of black painting your furniture and decor.

Rin closed the door behind the two of you before slipping off his shoes, watching you do the same. You couldn't help yourself from flopping onto the couch with a groan, stretching out your limbs with a few snaps and cracks. You didn't bother even speak or look to Rin; he had his routines and after games he had to shower soon as possible, or he might actually explode. He was extremely hygienic, which was oddly attractive because the bar for men is so unbelievable low.

Just as you expected, the water from the shower had started up and Rin was gone, which was the perfect opportunity for a nap. Relaxing so you'll have the emotional energy to deal with his sulking ass because his goals got blocked twice and god forbid he has a slight failure. Even if he did win in the end, Rin always had this habit of beating himself up after the game about what he could've done better. You have to convince him it's not because he's falling behind and didn't try hard enough. Football was his life, but so were you.

You hadn't even realized the drifting feeling consuming you when sleep had trapped you in its maw. The steady sound from the shower water lulling your eyes closed, the soft fabric of your sweater still clinging to your skin, even if it was unneeded.

When your vision finally came to it hadn't been too long, it was still light out and there was this pressure on your back, something dripping onto your face—what the hell?

You craned your neck to the side painfully to meet Rin's critical teal eyes as he rested half on top of your back and by your side against the couches back. His damp hair dripping on your neck as his eyes flickered back to the TV, which you now realized was on. You followed his gaze, to the horror movie you recognized as 'In The Tall Grass' it wasn't his favourite but you both liked it.

“You're getting me wet, Itoshi…?”

“Rin…”

“Ugh—habits sorry princess, you're getting me wet Rin” You mused playfully, it was a habit and old one at that. For your five years of friendship, he didn't let you call him by his first name until you started dating, so it was just what you remembered him as. But you also know how much it means to him, so you've tried to correct yourself.

“So what?”

“So dry your hair off, and then you can cuddle me”

“No.”

“Oh and why is that Rinnie, the pretty princess, too comfortable to get up, so instead you'll just use me as your rag?”

When you tried to get up, he grabbed onto you, large hands pulling your back into his chest, hanging onto your body like a koala. He clung onto you tighter when you squirmed now, making you painfully aware of the position he had you in. His arms tight around your waist with his face buried in the back of your neck and a long leg in between his own pushed up against your crotch. He was seemingly oblivious to how much this suddenly affected you.

“It's going to be my twenty-first birthday in a few weeks, what are you going to get me…?”

“Rin I'm not… m'not going to just tell you”

“Oh why not?” He inquired while shifting in a way that made something burn in the pit of your stomach.

“Because that ruins the surprise”

“I don't like surprises”

“Yeah well you—agh… Rin stop moving my god…” You could feel him pause at your words and after a few moments you also feel his breath hitching on the back of your neck, it seems he finally realized what he'd been doing.

It was frustrating being with Rin Itoshi, he was so difficult at times, and he could be a bit immature too, but he loved you, he cared about you and that's all that really mattered right? It isn't like he's been avoiding the topic or even idea of sex for the past five years. it's not like this is one of the few things he refuses to acknowledge. It's not like you've been secretly pent-up for those years unable to properly have a sex life, but honestly—It's not like you want to force him into something he doesn't want. You love him, and this isn't something he's comfortable with clearly, so you won't push it.

“Hey… can we talk about something…” Rin's voice had caught your attention easily, along with him releasing your waist and removing his leg so you could turn to face him.

“Always” You kept your response small and short while your eyes remained on his, curiosity flicking over them.

“I know we haven't… y'know” He mumbled, his usual hard gaze flickered away to look at the ceiling. Instead of you, a small dust of the softest pink you'll ever see covering his cheeks while a deeper colour bit the tips of his ears, but you just nodded waiting for him to continue.

“I… I love you and I'm sorry—”

“Don apologize Ito- Rin… you didn't do anything wrong” You cut him off with a firm tone leaving no room for argument

“Yeah whatever, I just…” He swallowed hard, his Adams apple bobbing as he did so “I want to have that kind of connection with you but… I don't know how or… or where to uhm even start?”

You listened intently, you'd rarely see him in this state. It was odd, but you didn't mind, his usual flat tone or short responses now overshadowed by nervousness and rambling. He was tense and still refused to meet your stare as he waited for you to say something.

“You can't learn without practice if you want we can take things slow… I can show you” You'd hand-picked those words from the one time he'd tried to get you to play football with him, which earned you a glare.

“Sorry I wanted to lighten the mood, but really if you want to try we can.”

“I do.”

“You may kiss the bride” You chimed in playfully, which earned an eye roll along with another glare before he suddenly pulled you in for a kiss.

You guys had kissed before, it was a common occurrence actually, but you never went past heated make out sessions, but this was different. The kiss didn't feel like it was just filled with usual affection but desperation, need, fear.

There was a soft nip at your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth knowing what he wanted, you allowed him to run his tongue along your lips before pushing past and exploring your mouth. It was not long before he pulled away panting with lidded eyes while you were a bit more composed.

“So what next?” He asked, a small teasing grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, but he kept it down.

“You're being serious, you want to do this right here—now?”

“Yes.”

“Rin…” You shifted on your side a bit closer to him, you were both facing each other, the tension between you thick and hot, “You need to take things slow, don't rush or else it won't feel good”.

You skated your fingers up and down his bare chest feeling over the soft pale skin of his sides, the pads of your fingers found the hemline of his grey sweatpants eyeing over the bulge in the fabric. It didn't take long before you had one hand ghosting over the area teasingly, which had caused Rin to grace your ears with a pitiful breathy whimper. It was stifled by his hand, but you were close enough to hear it.

“You wanna pull them down f'me, princess?”

He did not answer, just hastily shifting his hips up off the couch, shoving fabric down to his thighs. You realized he had not even bothered with boxers now that his hardened member was on full display now pressing against his abdomen. He was an average size, more long than thick, with a soft pink tip that almost reached his belly button.

“Rin, I want you to touch yourself…? Okay, get yourself ready before we do anything—I want you to be comfortable”

By now, Rin's entire face is flushed in a soft splash of colour. As he brings the same hand used to pull down his pants to grasp his throbbing cock, he slid his fingers up and down hesitantly, almost as if he was unsure of what to do.

“Is this… this good?” He muttered out from behind his hand that'd been actively hushing any soft noises he was making.

“Yeah you're doing so good baby, how do you feel?”

"m'fine-”

You could only shake your head as his hand sped up desperately, and his hand stuttered a few times as well, which caused a grin to tug at your lips. Although it was not one of mockery, you just liked seeing how worked up he was getting over simple touches.

“Okay enough baby, do you wanna go further?”

“Fuck, I can't wait anymore—just do it” He pulled his hand away from his painfully erect cock as he shifted onto his back while you had gotten on top of him.

You'd slipped your own pants down along with a pair of boxers you'd actually stolen from Rin, you were wet for him already after being pent-up for so long and barely touching yourself over the years.

You took his hand pulling it closer to your slit “I want you to touch me” his eyes flicked up to look at you in surprise, but he complied anyway.

You had tried your absolute hardest not to laugh, you knew it was his first time, but he was making that cute little face he does when he's focused on something small and just can't figure it out. The tip of his tongue poking out from the side of his mouth, eyes trained on your pussy while his fingers tried to get you off, but he's not the best with his hands.

“Baby no, like this” You circled your clit gently with your thumb while fingers caressed your tight hole before pulling away to let him try.

You could see the frustration in his expression, and it was only getting worse as time went on, of him struggling to get you off. You'd expected this, but what you didn't was when he pulled his hand away instead of asking for help again. He grabbed your waist firmly, tugging you up his chest with a strong pull, your cunt hovering over his mouth now.

“Rin what are you-”

He cut you off with a small annoyed snap, “I can't do it with my fingers…”

“Okay an-” Your sassy reply was cut off again, but this time with a moan as he pulled out down onto his face.

At first, he was a bit clumsy, but he started finding what spots exactly ripped noises out of you, he closed his eyes practically making out with your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit over and over again. Rin seemed almost hyperfocused like he did in games after struggling to get a goal. It was not long before an orgasm had been forced out of you, causing a sharp moan to get dragged out of your throat when he continued to lap at your juices. You braced your hands against the arm of the sofa weakly.

It was another minute of jerking from overstimulation before he finally pulled away, sliding you back down to straddle his waist with a guilty expression caused you'd had to tell him that it was enough.

“Did I do it wrong…?”

“Where did you learn to eat pussy like that, Rin—you did great”

“Can we… uhm”

“You want to fuck me now? Don't worry baby, I can last long enough for you to finish”.

Ho nodded, his face morphing into one of desperation again and almost if he was preparing to be hit when you lined him up with your slick entrance. As you slid down his length slowly he threw his head back with a groan not bothering to cover his mouth with a hand this time, he bucked his hips upwards on instinct pushing a whimper past his lips.

You weren't any better, sure he was slim, but you didn't know if you could take all of him with how long he was. You pressed your hands against his chest to brace yourself, almost tumbling onto him when he forced more of his length inside your gummy walls. It took a littler longer before your pussy lips made contact with his base now setting to adjust whispering soft praise for Rin even if he wasn't listening.

Eventually you started rolling your hips and moving in slow motions to ride his cock which only made more lewd noises come from him, he was twitching in pleasure, hands gripping the sofa to restrain himself. No matter how hard he tried though, his hands found their way up to your waist resting on the soft flesh, nails digging into your skin.

He's used his strength to set a more needy pace to get himself off, he was moaning and whimpering freely now without a care in the world, using you like a personal flesh light and chasing his own high. You'd been so confident going into this and even now you're still somewhat in control here, but no matter what you said about being able to last, your boyfriend's noises were getting you off in ways you couldn't imagine. He almost sounded like he was in pain from how pathetic he'd gotten along with tears clumping on those long eyelashes of his, and that brutal pace he'd set was getting you way too close, way too quick.

You were still trying to calm yourself and recover from your last orgasm when the familiar sparks of climax brushed against you again, another orgasm wracking your body, leaving you a train wreck. Fluids gushing out of you and dripping down his length as your walls clenched down hard with a small cry.

His hips stuttered as you lent down to capture his mouth, quickly devouring his moans along with muting your own when he started spilling into you, hot seed spurting into you, painting the gooey walls of your cunt white. He broke the kiss with a small gasp, feeling you collapse onto his chest, mumbling small 'I love you's' and 'I'm proud of you's' into his ear.

“I love you too…” He panted out in a breathy tone.

“I love you more princess”

[bby-blu-swirll]

" i know that you got daddy issues, and i do too " - todoroki x reader

it's not a song fic i just have a really messed up relationship with my dad lol - i don't have a lot of direction for this, it's just a little lazy & venty,, we'll see where it goes ♡

it was one of those nights where 1-a was all tired from the long school week, but not enough to fall asleep. they happened every once in a while, and always resulted in the majority of the class hanging out together in the common area doing whatever together until they all crashed for the evening.

the open downstairs was filled with the sound of idle conversation and super smash bros, but most of everyone's attention on the ladder. it started with just the bakusquad, but once katsuki ran undefeated, almost everyone else in the class took it upon themselves to try and overthrow the king. so far, nobody was successful. ururaka came close, but to no avail. she took the defeat like a champ, though.

while most everyone huddled around the tv, yelling things like "KICK HIS ASS" and "SHUT UP YOU BASTARD I'M TRYING TO FOCUS" (yeah), there were a few who had strayed from the pack. tokoyami and shoji were over by the dining tables playing a game of chess, and kouda was reading a book on a couch off to the side, using his classmates as white noise.

and then there was you.

you were settled on top of the kitchen island, legs crossed, with one earbud in. it wasn't that you didn't want to be around your friends, you had grown slightly overstimulated and needed a moment to recollect your thoughts.

you rolled a lollipop of your favorite flavor around in your mouth, absentmindedly scrolling through pinterest. your mind was on anything but aesthetically pleasing pictures, brows furrowed as your thoughts wandered back to your family. you sighed and squeezed your phone for a moment before turning it off and setting it down next to you. you just needed to distract yourself. something more.

in that moment, one of your classmates strolled into the kitchen. you looked up at todoroki, who was holding an empty mug.

"hey," he smiled at you softly as he made his way over to the stove. "what are you still doing in here?"

"ah, iida hasn't noticed me sitting on the countertop yet." you chuckled at your own joke, feeling the smallest butterflies when he grinned back at you. "what about you?"

"just getting a refill." he said, picking up the kettle of tea momo had put on earlier (omg.) and filling his mug. "and checking on you."

"oh-" you looked up at him in surprise, cocking your head to the side slightly. "really? for why?"

"you didn't look like you were doing too well earlier." he said bluntly, leaning against the counter facing you and taking a sip of his drink.

"ah... yeah," you looked away and laughed awkwardly, playing with your rings.

"are you?"

"am i what?"

when you turned to look back at him, his expression had changed. less neutral, more... worried. compassionate.

"are you not doing well?"

you opened your mouth to say something. "i'm fine, thank you though!" was was you had always answered with. you were tired, or you were just zoning out, anything but not okay. yet the way he looked at you made you hesitate. saying you were doing just fine was so second nature, but it was almost hard to lie to him.

before you could actually answer, your phone started to buzz softly. you both turned your attention to it, reading the name in the caller id line.

"dad"

you bit your lip and furrowed your brow. it continued to vibrate in your hand a few more times, before you declined the call. you quickly set your phone down and looked straight ahead. you have no idea why, but your eyes began to water. you took a shaky deep breath, and made an attempt to spell out your thoughts, something you learned earlier in life to help keep from crying.

"y/n..." todoroki set down his mug and took a step towards you, carefully.

"hmm?" your voice was tight as you avoided eye contact, trying to keep from blinking, afraid it would push a tear out.

you took on last deep breath and spelled out one last phrase, before you felt your eyes finally dry. you sighed and put your lollipop back in your mouth, facing him with a smile like nothing had happened.

"i see."

you cocked your head to the side in confusion, watching as he pulled himself up onto the counter and sitting across from you. you pulled your knees to your chest and rested your chin atop them. he noted your look of curiosity and held out a hand to you. you hesitated for a moment before carefully placing your fingers to his palm. he shifted until he was sitting close, holding your hand in his, tracing over your bones and knuckles softly, fiddling with your rings.

"i understand, i mean. i think." his voice was low and soft. anyone standing further than a few feet away would have a hard time hearing him. "whatever your reason for ignoring that call, whyever you did it... i've got dozens of calls from my old man i never bothered to pick up."

when you looked up at him, you saw his eyes glues to your fingers tangled with his. he touched your hands so delicately, as if you were made of glass. he was so full of care. his touch, the way he looked at you, all of it. it was all so full of the most tender affection.

"you don't need to talk about it, if you don't want to. God knows it took me forever to open up to midoriya," he smiled a bit. "i just wanted you to know the offer is out there, if you need it."

you bit down on your lollipop to try and hide how big that'd made you smile. the second you opened your mouth to say something, you heard iida begin to raise his voice, something about curfew and going to bed.

both you and todoroki turned to see him coming into the kitchen, stiffening when he notices you.

"both of you should get off the counter right now! this is living space, for goodness sake! and still school property."

you chuckled and waved a hand at him, already climbing off. "alright, class rep, don't get your panties in a twist. we're going." you tossed your sucker in the bin as todoroki stepped onto the floor, too.

"good. now get some good rest tonight, we've all had a long week and you've earned it. sleep well, both of you."

"you too, iida."

you and todoroki offered him tired smiles as you made your way past him to the elevator. when you got inside, you practically collapsed against the wall with an exasperated sigh. todoroki went ahead and pushed the button for his floor, but not yours. you didn't question it, maybe he'd forgotten. so instead, you pushed yourself off the wall and moved towards the panel. your outstretched hand halted to a stop when you felt arms wrap around your torso. before you could turn, you felt todoroki's nose nuzzle into your neck. he took a deep breath that made you shiver.

"come over, to my room. we can talk. or not. i can distract you, do whatever you want. i'm not tired yet."

feeling his breath on your skin practically made your heart leap into your throat. you stood, frozen for a moment, gasping softly when his grip on you tightened ever so slightly. you wondered if he could feel your heart beating, with how close he was to your main pulse points. his lips, so close...

you leaned back into him and put your hands over his, wrapped around your waist. "yeah... me neither."

you could practically feel him smile as another small exhale of his grazed your neck, making you shiver. "i'll play with your hair if you want, play with your fingers... just hold you."

as if his words hadn't already done it, you practically melted in his hands when his lips pressed against your neck for a long second. you hummed in response, blushing furiously.

"just relax pretty girl, i promise i'll be there for you however you need me."

idk man its wtv !

i'm officially out of ideas right now, requests are open to anybody, feel free to be as specific or detailed or even vague as you like and please please please don't be shy <33

i love you sm okay bye !!

[mercillery]

hi there can you make a continuation of the college au zogratis siblings confessing that they have a crush on y/n but y/n said no bc y/n is not ready for a relationship with them?

btw i wish you are doing well and i definitely love your writing style 💕

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD + DANTE SUCKS

NOTES: Zogratis siblings aaaaaaaAaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I love them. I hope you’re doing well too, anon. <3

ZENON ZOGRATIS

Zenon actually takes the rejection like a champ. There’s no dramatic pause, no brooding silence, no stormy expression like you might expect. Nope. Instead, he just nods. Like…really nods. One of those slow, deliberate nods that makes you wonder if he’s processing the situation or mentally reviewing his grocery list.

“Okay,” he says, his face calm as ever, but there’s a tiny glint of understanding in his eyes. You almost expected something more—maybe a little frustration or at least a flicker of disappointment. But nope, Zenon is just Zenon, unflappable and composed, as if you’d just told him the weather forecast, not that you weren’t ready to date him.

He doesn’t push, doesn’t pry. He’s not the type to get mad or act hurt because you didn’t leap into his arms after his confession. If anything, he respects your decision without question, like the stoic guy he is.

No pressure. No drama. Just Zenon, chilling with the fact that feelings are complicated and people need time. He’s not going to hold it against you, and honestly? You kind of appreciate that about him. If only more people could take a no as coolly as Zenon does. He could probably write a self-help book about how to handle rejection with grace.

Honestly, there's not much to unpack here. He’s just cool with it. Like, he gets it—maybe even better than most. Zenon’s not exactly the poster child for romantic relationships, or any relationships for that matter. His idea of intimacy is probably limited to nodding at someone from across the room. So when you say you’re not ready, he’s like, “Yeah, makes sense.” He’s not about to pressure you, and he’s definitely not going to pull a rom-com “Wait, but I love you!” moment.

BUT (and here’s the kicker), although he won’t openly admit it, if you ever change your mind? He’s there. Oh, he’ll be there. The second you give him even the slightest hint of readiness, Zenon’s already in position like it’s a chess game he’s been waiting to win. He’ll probably keep his poker face on, but don’t be fooled—inside, he’s absolutely down for it.

VANICA ZOGRATIS

Now, unlike Zenon, Vanica isn’t the type to just nod and move on. Oh no, she’s got a whole different approach. While she’s not going to full-on force you into a relationship (because, you know, boundaries exist), she’s definitely persistent—like a stubborn, hyper puppy that just won’t quit. When you tell her you aren’t ready for a relationship, she hits you with the classic “yeah, anyway,” as if your response was merely a speed bump on her road to victory.

You thought saying “no” would end the conversation? That’s cute. The next day, she’s right back at it, asking you again with that wild grin of hers. “So, you ready now?” And then the day after that, “How about today? Feel like being my partner yet?” She’s relentless, but in that charming, chaotic way only Vanica can pull off. You could say you’re not ready a hundred times, and she’ll just shrug, fully convinced that one of these days, you’re going to cave.

It’s like a daily ritual at this point. You say you’re not ready, and she laughs, twirls a strand of her hair, and replies, “Well, I’ll be here tomorrow!” It’s less pressure and more persistence, like she’s playing a long game and having way too much fun with it.

Like I said, Vanica’s not about forcing you into a relationship, but she’s got consistency down to an art form. If persistence were an Olympic sport, she’d have a gold medal. Every day, she’s back with the same question, and let me tell you—this girl could go on forever. Do not, I repeat, *do not* underestimate her determination. You could tell her "no" a thousand times, and she’d still be like, “Okay, cool. See you tomorrow!”

In short, Vanica is *not* going to stop chasing after your love. She’s like a determined romantic Terminator—she *will* be back. Honestly, you’d have to move to another dimension to avoid her at this point, and even then, she’d probably find a way to follow. And if you think she’ll eventually give up? Wrong. She’ll literally rise from the dead, all “surprise! Miss me? Sooo, you ready to be with me now?” The chase is never over with Vanica—she’s in this for the long haul, no matter how long that haul might be.

DANTE ZOGRATIS

I’m so sorry but he’s a prick.

The guy has “entitled” written all over him. The moment you tell him you’re not ready for a relationship, it’s like he’s suddenly hard of hearing. “Not ready? What does that even mean?” To him, that’s not an excuse—it’s more of a challenge. And Dante? He *loves* a challenge.

So, yes, he absolutely pushes you into a relationship. Subtlety isn’t exactly in his vocabulary. He doesn’t care if you say you’re not ready—he’s decided that you *are*, and that’s the end of the discussion. By tomorrow morning, the entire campus will know that you two are “official,” whether you agreed to it or not. Honestly, it’s like Dante thinks relationships are a dictatorship, and surprise!—he’s the dictator.

He’s the type to “make” you ready for a relationship, whether you actually want it or not. It’s all very... *Dante.* Control is his game, and you’re just a piece on the board he’s moving however he pleases. If you’re not ready? Too bad, because he’s ready for both of you. By the time he’s done, you’ll practically need a press release to convince people you *aren’t* dating.

In my last post about this, I mentioned how Dante would shoves a bouquet of flowers in your face—yeah, that’s not an exaggeration. He’s not exactly subtle. Right after, he invites you to dinner, and boom—you’re suddenly on the spot. Don’t think for a second this happened by accident. Oh no, Dante *absolutely* did this on purpose. The man’s got strategy, and his strategy is making you so uncomfortable that rejecting him feels impossible.

Here’s the thing: if there’s one thing Dante Zogratis *cannot* handle, it’s rejection. Especially when *he’s* the one putting his pride on the line. This guy is used to people throwing themselves at him. He doesn’t confess, he gets confessed *to.* So, the moment he flips the script and confesses to you? You better believe he’s expecting nothing but a “yes.” No playing dumb, no pretending you didn’t hear him, and definitely no blunt rejection. That’s why he puts you on the spot—to corner you into saying yes.

He’s not giving you a way out because, frankly, he doesn’t believe there *is* one. In his mind, you’ll say yes because that’s just how it works with Dante. It’s his world; you’re just living in it. So, when he hands you those flowers and invites you to dinner with a charming smirk that says, “I *dare* you to say no,” know that he’s already decided how this is going to go down—and spoiler: it’s not in your favor.

Don’t even think about saying you’re not ready for a relationship. He’ll shrug you off, sure—he might even pull a Vanica-style “yeah, anyway,” but trust me, he’s *not* backing off. He’s the “Oh, you’re not ready? Well, good thing I wasn’t really asking” kind of pushy. You can practically hear the unspoken “I’ll make you ready” in his voice. He’s relentless, like a bulldozer with a superiority complex.

The very last line for Dante’s part was "either you reciprocate his feelings, or you destroy your life by declining them." Yeah, that wasn’t just for dramatic effect—it’s the cold, hard truth. Dante doesn’t handle rejection like a normal person. Instead of taking it on the chin, he uses his reputation and popularity to make sure *you* feel the consequences. Rejecting him? Big mistake. Your social status? Consider it in the negatives. You’ll go from minding your own business to being the person who dared to turn down *Dante Zogratis.*

Yeah, he sucks. He’s the kind of guy who’s convinced you’ll come around, whether you like it or not. To Dante, your feelings are just a minor detail to be adjusted along the way. He’s already decided the outcome—you’re either with him, or you’re dealing with the fallout of crossing him. Sorry!

[stormoflina]

Happy New Year's Eve to everyone! 😁🎉🍷

I saw the tiktok boys doing this trend in the international break, and the idea stayed with me, and it's fitting rn anyway. If it's lame I will just blame my friends for giving me bad experiences 😸

Rating how a night-out with lfc players would go (this is for the girlies, do mind that):

Virg: You would feel the most safe and relaxed on a night-out in your whole entire life. Virg would literally scare all unwanted comments and wandering hands just with his aura. He would buy you whisky, trying to be fancy, but by the end of the night you would be on your 4th beer together, doing karaoke. He would leave by like 1 am tho. 9/10

Tsimi: he drinks one vodka-redbull and it's over. And by that I mean it's not really over, quite the opposite actually. Not leaving the club until they literally close. He would be bouncing up the walls, dancing with everyone, chatting up to strangers while waiting for drinks, running around, making new best friends every bathroom break, falling in love at least 3 times just that night. A nice, eventful night, but by the end, you would probably be exhausted. 7/10

Joey: Ngl, you would probably be kinda worried about partying with him, thinking he's a bit dull or the atmosphere will be awkward... Only to be completely wrong and for you to have the best night of your life? He takes shots like a champ, smooth dance moves,a great wingman and has the best drunk advice to your drunk first world problems. He also knows the best place to get kebab place after the club and walks you home. 10/10

Ibou: Go out with him and you will have the time of your life. Takes the best pictures and tags you, likes and comments, just to get the guy you like all hot and bothered. Pretends he doesn't understand English and starts cursing out people in French, just because. Outfit on point. -1 point for making your stomach hurt from laughing too much. 9/10

Robbo: It's either a heartfelt hug and temple kisses while pouring your heart out kind of night or trying to use the street lamps as a strip pole while laughing like the two of you have lost your minds kind of night. Brings his own alcohol for pre gaming, because "it's much better, trust me." He's never a quiet person, both with each drink he has, the volume of his voice just increases. He tries to guess the dick size of random guys who try to chat you up. You will need 2-3 days to recover from this night, but it's all worth it. 10/10

Darwin: Unlike Kostas, Darwin is NOT allowed to drink redbull-vodkas, not under any circumstances. Instead he drinks literally anything else. He especially likes those colourful cocktails. When they start to hit, he picks up the straws and pretends he is a walrus. Who cares about the language barrier, you can communicate just fine by dancing together. Darwin is a really good dancer, alright, all eyes glued to him. Somehow he gets into a fight and gets thrown out. He claims he is innocent, but who actually knows. There are always other clubs! 8/10

Joel: When you ask him out he just glares at you with raised eyebrows. Still, he shows up, with an unimpressed expression glued to his face all night until they start playing Timberland. Suddenly the coconut man is all arms up and legs moving. He leaves randomly before midnight without telling you tho. 5/10

Trent: The night kinda takes a wrong route before it can even start, when he makes a bet about which one of you can take more shots without stopping. Trent wins, his eyes sparkling and a relaxed, loop-sided smile already plastered on his face. He pays for the taxi and is extremely smug about the girls he claims he will get. Tries to make another bet with you on who can pull the most. Ends up sulking after he gets rejected (nevermind that literally everyone else wants a piece of him). He doesn't dance, just stands like a stick, licking his lips and holding his drink. Starts asking horny questions after 2 am. 8.5/10

Macca: Takes forever to pee, because he starts making friends with everyone in the bathrooms. Brings his own personalized maté cup, but God knows what’s inside. Judging by how red-faced he gets as the night goes on, it must be something strong tho. Good dancer, if only he would stop doing googly eyes at people while he promised it was a friends only night… 6/10 

Domi: The pre-gaming might be more fun than the actual party. Takes forever to get ready, because he keeps talking too much, showing you his favourite songs and offering his grandpa’s pálinka. Puts in way too much hair product. By the time you get to the club, both of you are comfortably drunk. Not the best dancer, but enthusiasm makes up for it.  He starts eyefucking random hot people. It gets annoying by 3 am, when you are ready to go home and sleep and he still has way too much energy. 8/10

Jota: Keeps complaining that he didn’t want to go, then drinks everyone under the table. Like it’s actually annoying how unfazed he seems. Takes good care of you, looking after you, bringing you water, but still, when you are tipsy, dizzy and feels like you are going to throw up, you would rather have him shut up about FIFA for a sec. 6.5/10

Ali: Says he will not drink, because he has stuff to do early in the morning, but still comes and has a great time. Funny, kind and polite, and very good looking, which turns out to be a bit of a problem, after people just won’t stop asking him out. Gives you great advice when you start talking about the guy you like. His dancing is cute, but a bit old fashioned. 8/10

[utilitycaster]

FEELINGS ON THE TALIESIN ASHTON MOST STRESSFUL CHOICE EVER ?

(It took exactly 60 seconds after it happened for terrible stinky bad takes on both ashton AND taliesin to show up in the main tag so i wish to ask a sane person)

I think it was an incredibly stupid and potentially lethal (in-game, obviously; out-of-game is fine) decision born of immense hubris, that blew past Matt's repeated warnings, which is to say, that's why I love Ashton as a character and Taliesin as a player.

I'm just going to give a brief overview of the hypothetical takes and my allegedly sane (thanks for that, I appreciate it, and will attempt to live up to it) perspective thereof:

People who agree with me and enjoy Ashton because of the above: my people, obviously they are correct and great.

People who agree with me but dislike Ashton because of the above, and are normal about Taliesin as a player (this does not mean they have to like him, merely that they acknowledge this was an in-character decision that made sense for Ashton to have made, even if they aren't a fan): valid! We all have different tastes, and my fave might not be your fave and that's okay!

People who think this was selfish and mean and deprived Fearne of the shard: she did not want it and it was discussed in-game. In fact Fearne was the only person who knew of their intent. (No one else was champing at the bit either for it). It was selfish, in-character, because Ashton is often extremely self-serving as many punks are; it is not unreasonable as a player move once no one else has expressed sincere enthusiasm for it.

People who think that people being mad means something is inherently wrong: how the fuck do you get through the day, honestly. Again, develop conflict resolution skills and healthy ways of expressing anger (no, constant sublimation is NOT healthy though it's part of a balanced anger management system).

The crew that just fucking hates Taliesin can be disregarded forever; this is true for any cast member's crew of haters. This is also to be fair true for any cast member's crew of blindly adoring obsessives. moderation in all things. One of them said that if Ashton weren't present in the campaign it would be unchanged which is the stupidest thing I've heard in a while.

That probably covers everything; basically, this was in-character, and it's okay if you dislike it in a normal way, it's bad if you dislike it in a weird shriek-y hateful way, everyone should go get into more pointless fun arguments with their friends for sport, and also consume a beverage (alcoholic or otherwise).

[blackstarmylove]

Obliterated (Scenario)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Akira x gn!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: @acpzyrw

Prompt: I looked at my request idea notes and the oldest one sitting there says challenge akira to rhythm games so I need to fulfill this and request it. Can I ask for a short scene about destroying him at an arcade rhythm game? Like I need his ass handed to him via 音ゲー level of destruction. The moment the challenge was proposed, there was no winning. This MC is too powerful. Lol that's all. Thank you! (0ω0)ﾉ + have a virtual heal-faster spell ✨✨

A/N: Thanks for the heal faster spells! 💖 I can wear most of my high heels now. 😂

Word Count: 339

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Akira couldn’t understand where he went wrong. All he remembered was challenging you to a rhythm game to impress you, but now, he was sitting against the arcade machine. His knees were pressed to his chest, and his hands held his spinning head. The neon lights of the arcade danced over his bewildered expression, casting colorful shadows that mirrored the chaos of his thoughts.

"You okay there, champ?" you asked, unable to suppress a grin as you offered him a hand to stand up.

He looked up, his eyes squinting in the bright lights. "I...I thought I was good at this," he whispered before sighing heavily and taking your hand.

You chuckled as you helped him to his feet. "You are good, Akira. Just not as good as me."

The two of you grab a drink, and almost like a light switch flip, Akira's flirty nature re-emerged. Even then, you could tell his ego had taken a massive hit. "Has anyone told ya that you look cute dancing?" he teased with a wink.

"And you looked cute, all dizzy and defeated," you laughed.

"At least I looked cute while losing," he chuckled, shrugging.

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and games. Each loss made Akira more determined to win at least once. But no matter the game, you always seemed to be one step ahead, which, instead of frustrating him, only seemed to make him more fascinated by you.

As the night drew to a close, Akira leaned in with an infectious smile. "Next time, I'm choosing the game. Maybe something less... rhythmic."

"Deal," you agreed, shaking his hand. "But just so you know, I'm pretty good at all arcade games."

"Yeah? Then, how about challenging me to a song battle? Think ya can win that?" He playfully asked.

"Give me a few months to learn how to sing, and I will accept your challenge," you cheekily replied.

Akira laughed and pinched your cheek. "Then, six months from now, I'll challenge ya. You better be ready."

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[gogz-ee]

My Wimbledon Champ ( 1 )

Author’s note: kinda similar to the last one I deleted. (This will have multiple parts and I also replaced Zverev with Jannik because he didn’t deserve to reach the finals.)

You were far out in the stands watching the 2024 Roland Garros Finals between Carlos Alcaraz and Jannik Sinner. You were hoping that Jannik would win this match because you had a little crush on him and also because you had been supporting him for a long time. After a while you heard the words, Game, Set, Match, Alcaraz.

You were never a big fan of Carlos at all. When u heard his name the only thoughts that formed in your mind were, overrated, and self-centered. To you, when your favorite player lost you were never that sad for a long period of time. The most being like 30 minutes or something. But this time when you heard those words from the umpire’s microphone, you couldn’t help but feel like breaking down.

Jannik has said that this tournament meant a lot to him, and seeing probably his biggest rival win was sad, not just for you, but for him and everyone supporting him.

Later that day, you were in the hotel lobby when you see a very familiar face. Carlos Alcaraz.

Even though you didn’t like him, you wanted a picture with him to show off to your Carlos-obsessed friends. You didn’t expect much other then to get declined or get annoyed stares even though he won.

“Hey, your Carlos Alcaraz right?”

When Carlos turned around and saw your face, he looked mesmerized, a much different look then you expected.

“Uh- yeah! I am.”

You hesitated a little before asking your question “Can I get a photo if thats okay?”

His face didn’t change at all and he continued to eye you down. You were still confused by his look but didn’t ask further questions.

“Yeah! That’s completely okay.”

You pull out your phone and take a selfie. You thank him and begin to walk away slowly as you text your friends to show off your picture with him.

Carlos was so stuck in his thought remembering your beautiful face features, he didn’t realize that you had walked away until the next couple of seconds. He began running towards your direction.

“Hey! Wait I had a question for you!” you turned around to see Carlos chasing you. This time, your the one giving him the annoyed expression. As you wait for him to answer his question, you also can’t help but to look at his beautiful jawline. You couldn’t lie to yourself, he was hot.

“Uhm- I was gonna ask if maybe you had instagram?”

“Yeah I do why?”

“Is it-“

He was stuttering a lot and it kind of annoyed you, but you waited until he finally got his words out of his mouth.

“Is it okay if I get it?”

You face now turning more shocked than anything, your mouth open, one eyebrow raised, and your eyes wide. Did he just ask you that? Arguably the most handsome player on tour asking you for your instagram?

You decided to ignore that thought, he was just being friendly right? You didn’t think much of it and just gave him your user. He made sure to follow you right away just in case he might forget later.

“Also, congrats on the win” you tell him with a very unhappy tone, you already knew he figured out that you were rooting for Jannik and that made him frown.

“Thanks! Also.. Uh- if you’re free tonight.. there’s gonna be a party celebrating the win? I mean if you wanna come of course.”

“Isn’t that party only for close peopl-“

“And people I invite! So I’m deciding to invite you!”

He seemed very happy to invite you even if you hadn’t accepted it yet. You were starting to get a little suspicious with this whole thing but went along with it. At this point your cheeks were already slightly red.

“Yeah sure, ill come what time?”

Part 1

[egophiliac]

hi, just wanted to say I've just started to get into Twisted Wonderland and binge read your comics and content for it, it was really fun to read! i love how you draw the different characters' expressions! im still super new to it (haven't played the game yet but i got kinda hooked on reading the main story after looking it up by chance) but id love to play it eventually! do you have any suggestions on what to look up/read next as far as character backstories/interactions go? ive really enjoyed the parts from the birthday events (? i think?) that you have done comics from, they sound really fun! thanks for your time!

oh boy, GET READY because the personal stories/vignettes are where the real meat lies. like, the main story is the main draw, of course, and for good reason -- I am champing as the start of episode 7 grows nearer -- but Twst's strength is definitely in its enjoyable characters and their slice-of-life interactions in Zany Magic School. and fortunately, there's a lot of them!

(sorry this got so long, I have many feelings about anime characters)

most of the stories and events don't have a specific chronology aside from taking place sometime after episode 2 of the main story, so once you've gotten that far you're good to jump in almost anywhere! (the more recent events, starting with Fairy Gala IF, are explicitly set after episode 6 -- though if you're going off of the English version then I don't think any of them have been released yet.) event cards also assume that you've gone through the event story first and usually have spoilers or references for it. otherwise there's no real order, so you can just pick a character you like or event you think looks interesting and go from there!

one of the things I really like about Twst is that interactions aren't limited to defined groups -- everyone has inter-dorm friendships and clubs and sub-friend groups and opinions on everyone else that range from "well, I don't know if we're exactly friends, but we study together sometimes" to "I would literally die and/or murder for him" (and sometimes "I would literally die and/or murder for him but he won't let me >:("). characters pop up in each other's stories all the time, and pretty much everyone gets some extra depth or development to them that doesn't come out in the main story, so I do think it's worth it to read through at least a few for every character.

like, if you just go through the main story, you only really get to see Nice Mom Friend Trey, and not that he's actually kind of a petty asshole who is weirdly obsessed with dentistry and goes around sticking his hands in people's mouths. everybody has things like that! Jade is super into mushrooms! Leona is a feminist! Malleus has an intense emotional attachment to his tamagotchi! Cater participates in shallow consumerism because nothing in life has any meaning and actually his friends are pretty worried about him!

tl;dr read everything because this game knows what it's about and that's ✨Characters✨

[rottenpumpkin13]

I wanna hop on this LOVE TRAIN WOOOOOO!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ 🚂 🚂

I wish I could give you the world’s biggest hug rn <333 (okay, okay, imagine that CC scene, right, with Zack hugging Angeal? That’s me to you!). I don’t think I’ve really ever gotten the chance to express how much I love your blog, your writing, your art (beautiful 😭) and your general personality <333 You have a absolute gift for humor, and legit I’ve never once passed a post of yours without breaking into a big, sloppy smile <333 You’ve helped get me through hard days- for real. Even if it’s just the Bois being total and utter morons, binging your headcanons and vlogs and everything in between has made me laugh on days when I couldn’t. There’s just something so infectiously joyous and loving and genuine about all your posts- and I admire it with all my heart <333 You being all the characters to life in such a wonderful, wonderful way- I know it sounds cliche as heck but i don’t know how else to articulate it :,3 They all feel like a family- their bonds feel so real: Seph is so sympathetic, funny, and lovable; you give Gen and Angeal more personality than they ever had in the games- just the most likable bros ever xD <3 Angeal is so dorky and real and Genesis both retains his sharp personality, but also has a kindness and empathy that little to no one truly ever portrays just right. It’s brilliant and perfect <3 Zack is both precious but not an idiot- still strong and independent. And Cloud is just a champ! I just… love it so much, Pumpkin <333 I think your universe is lowkey my favorite interpretation of the Firsts’ dynamic. You have a way of masterfully wielding the most snort-inducing humor, the warmest and coziest fluff, and the most gut-wrenching angst all at once (I mean Caroling at the Gallows….? 😭😭❤️). It’s an unbelievably hard thing to be able to be so well-rounded with genres but you do it effortlessly. It’s amazing. It’s incredible. And so are you <333 For real, so you’re so kind and supportive and appreciative of everyone around you. I’m so, so sorry that life isn’t returning that kindness to you :((( I know it will soon tho ❤️ And we’ll continue to have your back until it does!

You’re an absolute gift to this fandom and this site. Ty for being you, Pumpkin <333 I know I’m not the only one whose life you make actively better around here!

I think I read this message a total of six times before it actually sunk in, because LOOK WHO'S TALKING. IF IT ISN'T THE VERY SEPH+ZACK WRITER WHO INSPIRED ME TO START POSTING IN THE FIRST PLACE 😤💗💖

I don't even know where to begin with this. Everything you said made my jaw drop and my heart feel warmer than the flames of Nibelheim fanning Cloud's skin as he lay there watching Sephiroth in the distance cookies when you take them out of the oven 🥹🔥

Coming from you this means so so much, and I'm currently smiling so hard my cheeks hurt 😶❤️

You're so incredibly supportive and kind to those around you and I'm so lucky that we ended up in the same fandom 💖🥹

[oldfacesnewdawnoffical]

Could you possibly expand more on who/what the rangers are? (also, guess who ;D!)

(OMG THE BELOVED SNOWKIT ANON HAS A NAME AAHHHH we’ll throw you a “new name” party)

The Rangers of Windover are a group that operate most similarly to a group of siblings: they all unconditionally love and look out for one another, offering support, advice, and generosity where it’s needed, but also challenge one another through their issues, urging them to grow and change to become better versions of themselves.

There is no qualifications for becoming a ranger, other than expressing a wish to stay within the lands that they unofficially claim: anyone can become a ranger! Their “society” is very old, having existed since even before The Great Sickness, but is also incredibly loose; they do not have any strict laws or set culture, really, and will take in quite literally anyone, no questions asked, if that individual is seeking aid.

Similarly to the Moorsweepers, they are proud, renowned farmers, but that is where their similarities (and general connection) to the fealty ends. They are also incredible hunters as well, especially of mice and small owls. To be named a “mouser” is a title of friendly, high esteem within their ranks, similar to that of “champ”; it’s just a fun way to call someone who is very skilled.

Generally, their days are very lax. They look out for one another, play games, think of innovative ways to tend to chores, and are always looking to lend a helping hand to others. They have no set leadership system, but usually, an unofficial leader-figure will oftentimes rise just to settle disputes or make final decisions; in a group full of kind, bleeding hearts, it’s always good to have someone to be realistic, responsible, and even somewhat cynical to balance it out. Their current leader is a wolverine named Barley! He was formerly named Umber, and came to the Windover Range with his sister, Violet; they were absorbed into the ranger’s ranks quickly and seamlessly, becoming part of their family dynamic as easily as breathing. Umber would ultimately change his name to Barley in the wake of the ranger’s oldest resident, a cat who had lived on the range since he was born, to honor his memory.

[thevividgreenmoss]

I watched the three Ali-Frazier fights over the last couple days; putting on old boxing matches or basketball games the way you put on a movie or an album, something to do with your sleepless nights, alone, with the cats, smoking, or not, but probably smoking.

Boxing is perhaps the most photogenic sport - maybe it lends itself to the camera more easily than most team sports due to their greater number of moving participants, more easily than other individual sports as there isn't even a ball or net, just the two fighters in a ring with nothing else between them except occasionally the ref - and the broadcasts during that particular era of the sport and within that particular era this trilogy, especially that first bout, had a cinematic quality that ran deeper than in most filmmes let alone the average sporting event. And thank God, because these are deep fucking fights and that depth needed to be expressed beyond the confines of the particular rooms / moments in time within which those events took place.

When the champ was knocked down I gasped and yes he at that point technically was the challenger no longer the champion but to us he was and is and will always be the champ technical considerations be damned but champ or not technical or emotional or other finer points aside he was in fact knocked down and when he was knocked down I did not let out a gasp a gasp emerged from within me beyond my volition even as I knew the ultimate outcome watching as I was several decades after the fact even so I gasped seeing the champ get knocked down seeing him catch one right on that pretty face and then go down. And then pick himself back up to finish the round head back to his corner and await the decision announcing that he had taken the first loss of his professional career. When the champion takes it on the chin it reverberates from his skull on outward throughout his and our history I am shaken and disquieted despite knowing that it is coming I am rattled and awed and gasping seeing him get hit in that pretty face so hard he is knocked down to the ground but he has been getting hit in the face all night and in fact he has been hit in his pretty face throughout his career even in effortless dancing victories and if you can get hit in the face you can get knocked the fuck down yes I am aware this fact lingers over his and our every moment and I am aware that this particular match is when the blow will land on the champ's pretty face just so that it will send him to the ground / loss column yet when it arrives I am gasping.

Do we imagine the pain that pretty face must have endured in sparring sessions in breezy dancing victories in earthquaking defeats was the pain written into those self-amatory rhapsodies he'd gift the public?

On Tuesday night I put on the last quarter or the Mavericks-Cavaliers game, Luka dropped a monstrous 45 point (near?) triple double (or was it a rebound/assist or so shy?), assisting on the go ahead bucket with ~2.6 seconds left now Cavs with the ball Max Strus shoots a goddamn 60 footer that swishes through the net at the buzzer. Once you the ball rolls out of your fingers you're back watching-waiting along with everyone else, where will it end up?

These random Tuesday nights magic happens and we wait and see

[readingslover]

Chapter 10

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As Cristina, George, and Amory enter Joe’s, after George had punched Alex, the bar cheered. “All hail the champ!” Joe exclaimed. “So my guy, Alex, finally got what was coming to him, huh?”

“George knocked him dead in one punch, should have seen it.” Cristina bragged, as Amory laughed and flopped down next to Meredith.

“I don’t wanna talk about it!” The boy said.

“Brag champ, you’ve earned it.” Joe encouraged.

“Can I have a beer, please?” George order.

“Gin and tonic for me, please.” Amory did the same.

“Let’s play a game of whose life sucks the most,” Meredith suggests. “I’ll win, I always win.”

“I’m good. Just here for moral support.” Amory claimed with a smile.

“Well, you don’t wanna play with me.” The small girl looked at Cristina, knowing what she was hiding, as she took a sip of her drink.

“Oh, I do. I’ll even go first.” Meredith dared. “Derek is married.” At that, George spits his beer out, surprised like Amory.

“George, beer is dripping down your nostrils.” Cristina pointed out, disgust in her face that mirrored Amory’s expression, and the boy got up.

“Married? To who?” The blonde asked.

“Some woman called Addison, from when he lived in NYC. Told you I’d win.”

“No, you didn’t win.” The Asian woman deadpanned.

“Did you hear me? I said Derek is married. As in pigheaded, adulterous, liar, married.” Amory kept drinking her beverage, as Meredith went on. “Nothing you can say can top that.”

“I’m pregnant.” Cristina let out, making Meredith look at her in surprise. “I win.”

Just then, they heard Joe falling to the floor behind them and got up to help.

The man stood up, as Amory protested. “Joe, you gotta lie back down.”

“You called the gurney patrol?” The bartender complained as the three woman helped him.

“Sit back and relax, we’ve gotta take you to the hospital to run some tests,” Meredith told him.

“No, I don’t need any tests. I’m fine.”

“Joe, you just collapsed in the middle of the floor. You need to go to the hospital if you like it or not.” The short girl told him.

“This is your bar, you know how filthy this floor is.” Cristina pointed out. “Radial pulse is strong.”

“Minor skull contusion.” Amory evaluated.

“Are you sleeping with someone?” Meredith asked Cristina, as they continue to evaluate the man.

“Is that such a shock? Even George managed to get some action.” The woman answered, the blonde girl hitting her in the back of the head.

“Correction, George got some syphilis.” The man complained.

“How could I not know you were sleeping with someone? And how are you not surprised Amy?” The dirty blonde said.

“In her defense, I figured it out, like with you and Derek. She didn’t tell me.”

“Of course you did, you figure everything out.” Meredith pointed out and Amory shrugged.

“Forget this, the hospital is right across the street. I can sure as hell walk across the street by myself.” Joe complained, getting up, and the group rushed after him.

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“All right. Details. You’re pregnant?” Meredith asked Cristina, now at the hospital. “What are you gonna do?”

“You know what happens to pregnant interns. I’m not switching to the vagina squad or spending my life popping zits. I’m too talented, surgery is my life.” The Asian woman argued.

“And we are supporting Cristina. It is her legal right to choose what she wants to do.” Amory informed the dirty blonde.

“Which begs the question: who are you sleeping with?” Meredith insisted.

“Just a guy.”

“That’s all I get? I’m going to have to corrupt Amory into telling me.” She threatened, Amory’s eyes going wide.

“Not. A. Word.” Cristina gave the younger intern a threatening look.

“I won’t tell anyone. I’m so good at keeping secrets, you should know that by now.” She promised.

“You can’t just bring something like this up and expect me to forget it!” Meredith pleaded.

“Watch me.” The curly-haired woman said as she walked away, the other two women following behind her as they reached the nurses' station.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have a date with McDreamy?” Izzie asked the dirty blonde.

“More like McMarried.” George earned himself an elbow in the arm from Amory.

“I came to check on Joe.”

“You think he’s gonna be okay?” The boy wondered.

“Do you think he’ll need surgery?” The small girl joined in.

“Operation, yes. Okay, hard to tell.” Derek approached them, Amory narrowing her eys at the man in anger. “His artery has already blown up like a balloon. Subarachnoid bleeding. Aneurysm the size of a golf ball.”

“There’s no way to clip something like that.” George scoffed.

“Not without magic fingers,” Amory commented.

“Or stand-still operation,” Derek revealed, Cristina immediately perking up.

“You’re doing a stand-still…” At the group’s judging look, the woman explained with a shrug. “He’s doing a stand-still operation.”

“I’m going to try. But first I need some additional patient history, overnight labs, and a cerebral angio.” He tried to hand the chart to Meredith, but she glared him down.

“I’m drunk.” She justified and George reached for it.

As the man left, a whisper could be heard from Izzie. “McBastard.”

Cristina immediately reached for the folder, Izzie and George glaring at her harshly. “What are you doing?”

“I am on her side. But, we’re talking about a possible stand-still here. Recognize.”

“Besides, Cristina’s having a bad day too, let her have it.” Amory defended her friend, as she left.

~~~~~~

The next morning, the interns were getting ready. Amory pulled her hair up in a bun when Bailey entered the room. “Okay, people, assignments. Yang, you’re on discharges. O’Malley, report to room E19. Grey and Madden come to see me, and who was on call last night?” She handed Izzie and Alex a pile of charts, looking displeased. “Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy! Redo there and return them to me before lunch, understood?”

As the rest of the group left the room, the resident turned to Amory and Meredith. “Somebody’s popular.”

“Meaning?” Meredith questioned.

“Meaning there’s been a special request just for you, Grey. Madden is going to join you as well, gotta welcome the new attending.” Bailey said, making Amory smile and blush slightly, the three women walked through the halls. It was good to know her hard work was appreciated.

As Dr. Bailey started slowing down, Meredith and Amory saw Burke, Derek, and someone who Amory could only assume was the new attending standing and talking.

“I was just checking to see if Dr. Burke secured the…” The woman was cut off by Meredith.

“Intern you requested. He did.” The intern completed and the redhead smiled.

“And one of the best we have too, to welcome you as well,” Bailey explained the presence of the other girl.

At the terrified faces of the couple, the short blonde decided to intervene, slightly confused at the tension. “Dr. Amory Madden, a pleasure to meet you.”

The older woman smiled and shook the hand of the intern. “Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd.” The small girl’s face fell a little, realizing the source of the clear awkwardness. This was Derek’s wife.

She tried to control her expression as she pulled her hand back from the handshake. Eager to get herself off the uncomfortable situation, the small girl suggested “Well, then. Should we get started?”

“We should.” Addison took off, her heels tapping on the floor as the interns followed her shortly behind.

~~~~~~

“Define TTTS?” The attendant asked her husband’s girlfriend.

“Twin-Twin Transfusion Syndrome.” They were now in the patient’s room, and Addison’s expression was one of a predator attacking his prey. “Conjoint fetal twins.”

“Connected by?”

“Blood vessels in the placenta.” Amory’s eyes darted between the two women, knowing the answer to the questions but recognizing they were not for her to answer.

“Meaning?” Meredith seemed at a loss for words and the redhead turned to the other intern. “Dr. Madden?”

“Means one twin gets too much blood and the other too little, resulting in endangering the lives of both fetuses.” She answered, a little reticent.

“Exactly. I’d expect you to know that, Grey.”

“They told me there wasn’t much chance that anything could be done.” The patient told the doctors.

“TTTS is usually impossible to correct, unless you know happen to be one of the handful of surgeons in the world that knows how to separate fetal blood vessels. Which, luckily for you, I am.” The attending smiled down at the patient. “So, we’re gonna get you to surgery tomorrow. If you have any questions at all, please ask Dr. Grey. From what I’ve seen she’s one of the hospital’s most popular interns. If she is not available or capable of giving you an appropriate answer, don’t hesitate to ask Dr. Madden. She’s also one of the best interns there is.”

As the three left the room, the tension could almost be cut by a knife. “I could have answered that question if you’d given me the chance,” Meredith complained.

“Chin up, Grey. I’m this tough on everyone, not just the ones my husband sleeps with. I would have done the same if Madden didn’t know the answer.” Amory tilted her head, impressed at the attending’s professionalism. “I need you to order an ultrasound for her and pre-op labs in full, Grey. Madden, you can stay with me for the day.” The blonde looked toward her friend, not wanting to hurt her by accepting. Once her friend nodded, she ran down the hall to catch up with the attending, already far ahead.

“Dr. Madden, are you friends with Grey?” The attending asked as they waited for the elevator.

“I am, yes. Close friends and roommates, actually.” The smaller girl nodded.

“That explains your reaction when I introduced myself.” The redhead deadpanned.

“I was just surprised, that’s all. I prefer to have my own judgements of value.” Amory smiled at the taller woman, who returned the expression.

As they got in the elevator, they went silent for a while. “Have you given any consideration to you specialties you might choose? I know you’re only in your first year, but it’s good to think about it already.” The attending asked.

“I have. I am most interested in pediatrics, but neuro is also on the list. But when the chief of neuro says I’ll do good in peds, I think I can believe him…” The intern trailed off.

“You know, I work in neonatal and fetal. It’s not that much different from peds. If you’d like I could show you how that works while I’m here.” The redhead offered, seeing the potential in the intern.

“It’d be a pleasure.” The small girl accepted.

~~~~~~

As Meredith puts some gel over their patient’s belly, preparing to take an ultrasounf along with Amory, the pregnant woman spoke up. “What does it take to go after another woman’s husband?”

“Excuse me?” Amory furrowed her brows, confused about wha the patient was referring to.

“It happened to me.” She turned to the shorter girl, who gave her a compassionate smile. “Jeff moved in with a long-leg in mini skirts who answers his phone. Three weeks into my pregnancy. By the way the gel is really cold.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry about your husband.” The dirty blonde intern said as Amory took some notes on the ultrasound.

“Are you sorry about Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd’s husband?” At that the blonde nearly chocked, starting a coughing fit, as Meredith looked at the woman, slightly offended.

“I’m going to be checking a few things today.” The older intern tries to change the subject

“I bet she asked to work with you. It’s what I would have done.” The mother explained.

Amory cleared her voice and attempted to change the subject, with a smile. “You know, Dr. Grey, why don’t you go check on the labs? I’ll finish off here.”

“Sure.” The older inter ggot up, clearly upset, and left the room.

As Amory continued with the ultrasound, the woman didn’t relent. “You two seem like you get along. How can you be friends with someone who does this?”

The intern tried to ignore the question, dodging it. “Okay, after we get the labs we should be able to tell if the babies are still stable.”

She started wiping the gel of the woman’s stomach, but she did not let the subject go. “Oh, come on. Are you really not gonna share, Dr. Madden?”

“You surely understand that I do not feel comfortable about my colleagues private life, nor do I have to account who I associate with in my personale life. More so when the colleague in question is not present.” She flashed the patient a light smile, trying not to come over as rude, knowing it worked more often than not.

~~~~~~

Once Meredith and Amory took their much needed break, they found George staring at the babies in the NICU, seemingly talking to himself.

“Hey, George.” The young girl greeted.

“Talking to yourself now?” The dirty blonde sassed.

“Yes… no!” He fixed. “Damn it, I’m a bad sponge. A leaky sponge. I leak all the wrong secrets. I’m a bad liar, who can’t even talk about lying to myself.”

The young blonde looked at him with a tilted head and scrunched up nose, confused. “I’m a pretty good liar. Seeing as I kept both Mer’s and Cristina’s secret without anyone finding out because of me. You just have to convince yourself that whatever it is that you’re saying is real or that you’re doing it for a good cause.” As both ther friends stared at her, shocked, she shrugged. “What? It comes in hany! I just can’t lie when I know I’m not doing it for a good reason, then I get all flustered and I stutter.”

As the boy looked over at the girls, he commented on their looks, making both girls smile. “You two look nice today.”

“I’m wearing a lipgloss Amy lent me, because my ex-boyfriend’s wife looks like Isabella freaking Rossellini and I’m like… me.” She complained. “I’m trying to outdo her when she’s the victim here. How crazy is that?”

“You, Amy?” The boy questioned, turning his body unknowingly toward her.

“No rease, just felt like polishing up a bit.” The intern lied, not wanting to reveal her feelings for the boy.

“I’m an evil mistress.”

“You’re not, Mer. You didn’t know, you did nothing wrong. Derek did. He knew he was still married on paper, and he didn’t tell you nor did something about it.” The young girl attempted to reassure her friend.

“Still, you look nice.” George told her.

“Thanks, what are you doing here?” At the boy’s hesitation, she insisted. “Come on, O’Malley, out with it.”

“Okay, can you think of any reasoning. Any reason at all, why Cristina would be kissing Burke?” He let out, Amory’s eyes widening as she hit his shoulder.

“George O’Malley! You do not…” She hit him again. “Go around…” Once more. “Telling people’s secrets!” She finished with another slap.

“Ouch!.” The boy grabbed onto his arm in slight pain. “Wait, why are you not surprised?”

“Oh, George, do I really have to say everytime that I know everything?” She smiled at him, raising one brow. “Plus, I don’t spill secrets, so people actually trust me with things like that. Now let’s go, too much time looking at babies, is not good for me.”

~~~~~~

As Amory and Meredith took another ultrasound of the abbies still in-uterus, the tension in the room was unbearable.

“When I found out about the mini-skirt, I called her up and took her to lunch. It was perfectly civilised, I didn’t hold her against it that these things happen. But really? I just wanted to put a face on the bitch that got my husband to throw away fifteen years of marriage.”

both interns were trying their best to ignore the woman’s rant, when they found something on the monitor that looked like some sort of abnormality. As they tried to keep their faces passive, they prepared to get their attending. “Okay, I think we’re finished here.” Amory smiled at the woman, reassuringly. “We’re going to get Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd now.”

When they left to the hallway, the shorter girl asked her friend, grabbing her arm as they walked “Are you okay? That woman is relentless…”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Those were a lot of abnormalities.” Meredith switched subjects.

“I know. Oh, those poor babies.” She whispered. “And poor mother, I can only imagine…”

As the interns approached both Addison and Derek, who seemed to be arguing, Meredith looked at ther friend. At her panicked face, she gave her an encouraging nudge, and the girl spoke up. “Doctor Shepherd?”

“Yes?” Both attendings replied in unison.

“The labs confirm what looked like abnormalities on the ultrasound. We thought you should come and see for yourself.” Amory explained, realising how uncomfortable her friend seemed.

“Fine, let’s go.” The redhead agreed and they returned to the patient’s room, silence only filled by the sound of Addison’s heals on the floor and the quieter thud of the interns’s sneakers.

Once they arrived the patient’s room, Amory knocked, greetin the woman. “Hey Julie, we brought Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd.” She smiled and got the mother ready for yet another ultrasound, putting a pair of gloves on. “This is going to be a bit cold, you know the drill.” The short girl warned, putting some gel on the stomach and letting the attending take over.

The older woman set down, turning to the patient with a comforting smile. “Let’s see what we have here.”

“See? Bilateral plural effusion with evidence of subcutaneous edema.” The dirty blonde pinted out, Addisong looking at her with a disheartened look.

“In English, please?” The patient asked.

“We detected what looks like beginning heart failure in the twins don’t be alarmed.” The attending explained, teking off her gloves.

“Are my babies going to be okay?” The mother asked, her voice breaking.

“We’re going to take you into surgery now, we’re not going to wait. Book the OR.” She ordered to Meredith. “Move!”

~~~~~~

“Julie, we’re just going to go in laparasopically? You’re not gonna feel anything and neither are the twins.” The attending explained, them now in the OR. “Okay, let’s get going. Ten blade, begin with a thee millimeter incision.”

“How are you ding there?” The attending turned to the interns after a while.

“Good. I’m good.” The dirty blonde answered.

“Excellent. This is… wow.” Amory said, Addison’s face lightning up at the girl’s excitement.

~~~~~~

After the surgery, Meredith and Amory accompany Addison as she talks with the patient. “See? Just a small scar.”

“And my babies?”

“They are doing very well.” Amory answered with a smile, near the patient’s bed, as the dirty blonde stood nearer to the wall of the room.

“Dr. Grey and Dr. Madden will be back to check on you a little bit later.” The neonatal surgeon informed, getting up as the blonde moved toward her friend.

“Actually, I’d prefer if Dr. Grey were taken off the case.” At that, Amory cringed inwardly, feeling for the uncomfortable position her friend was in.

“Why, is there a problem?” The attending questioned.

“Just reminds me of someone I don’t like very much. Someone my husband likes a lot.” The short girl squeezed Meredith’s shoulder, in an attempt to comfort her slightly. “Particularly in lingerie, you understand.”

“No. No, I don’t understand…”

“Well, she’s sleeping with your husband, right?” The patient’s tone growing bitchier by each word.

“Miss Philips, I lack Dr. Grey’s class and patience, so let me set the record straight. My husband didn’t cheat on my, I cheated on him.” The dirty blonde intern looked surprised as her shorter classmate furrowed her brows in a mix of surprise and confusion. “The wronged woman here? Dr. Grey. So, I thin you owe her one hell of an apology.” She left the room suddenly, leaving three shocked women behind.

~~~~~~

As Amory, Cristina, and Meredith sat at the bar, the first enjoying her usual gin and tonic, the Asian woman speaks up from her place, between two girls. “The clinic has a policy. They wouldn’t let me confirm my appointment unless I designated a, emergency contact and a backup. Someone to be there just in case, to help me home after.”

“Yeah, they had that with me too.” Amory sipped her drink, looking toward her friends. “Kind of sucks but I get it.”

“Annyway, I put your names down. That’s why I told you I’m pregnant, Mer. You two are my people.”

“We are?” The dirty blonde asked with a smile.

“Yeah, you are. Whatever.”

“Whatever.” Meredith agreed.

“Not whatever! Come here.” The smaller girl puts an arm around her curly-haired friend, head on her shoulder.

“He dumped me.” At that, Meredith does the same.

“Jackass.” Amory whispered. “I never did like him.”

“You guys realize this constitutes hugging?”

“Shut up and enjoy it. We’re your people.” The short girl let out, finding comfort in the embrace.

“You’re my people.”

~~~~~~

[nbmahoushoujo]

Why You Should Vote For Taliyah In The Pink Mahou Poll

I present to you: my daughter

For those who weren't there to put up with my incessant Star Guardian posting during the Star Guardian event of 2022, Taliyah is a League of Legends character who has a skin in the Star Guardian skin line, which is a magical girl au. Regular Taliyah and Star Guardian Taliyah are characters in different universes, but regular Taliyah is the base character so context about her is important!

Taliyah was released in 2016, and she was a unique addition to the champion roster as one of the very few female characters to have distinct facial features. She's a mage with the title of 'stoneweaver' as her powers allow her to essentially be an earthbender (to my understanding, I've never watched ATLA) and she makes rocky waves which she surfs along! She's a kind and caring person who values community and protecting those you call family. She's a teenager in the game and her lore on release, but by the time of the most recent story she's been in, she's in her early twenties.

The writers and artists at Riot who designed Taliyah originally intended for her to be trans. But this was before Riot started allowing their characters to be canonically queer (they've got a handful of gay champs now but still no trans champions), so it did not happen. Since then, there's been a lot of little hints here and there for queer people to pick up on, and she feels very trans coded.

Which Brings me to Star Guardian Taliyah! Star Guardians are a skin line in the game that was popular enough to get some story content.

I have a long comprehensive guide to Star Guardian media here that I made during the most recent Star Guardian event! Read it if you might have an interest in Star Guardians, but it's not needed to appreciate Taliyah.

Taliyah in this universe is a teenage magical girl who is shy and meek at school, but when transformed she finds confidence within herself. She feels more like herself in her magical outfit than she does without it, and her storyline is about finding how to discover and express her true self.

She's also a nerd who likes going to maid cafes and is a very competitive gamer!

During the event, Riot released a playlist in collaboration with various artists, with Star Guardian Taliyah being the face of it. Put it on in the background sometime if you like chill, cute study music and that sort of stuff. More Importantly, Taliyah is animated through the whole video (along with Star Nemesis Fiddlesticks) and she does a cute little dance. Please look at her dance.

In conclusion:

Pros of voting for Taliyah:

Every vote for Taliyah is a vote for trans rights

She is literally the cutest

It would make me very happy if she made it through even a single round <3

Cons of voting for Taliyah:

League of Legends sucks - yeah I can't argue with that, but consider that she is too good to be confined by the toxic game, and the actual artists behind her creation care a whole lot about her!

[friskibitz]

and here's the second Snowpoff gift for @ascelhire, in which Chara and their sibs watch a game show!

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It was a cozy, comfortable night, much like any other. Chara’s mother was already asleep, having wished to retire to bed early, which they respected. Meanwhile, after a nice bath, Chara spent a bit of time reading in bed before heading downstairs.

And… there their little sibling was, wrapped up in a blanket, completely fixated on the TV.

Before they can even greet Frisk, their brother - a flower, at the moment - climbs up onto the couch behind them, gently draping his vines over their shoulders. “Watcha watchin’?” he casually asks.

“Jeopardy,” Frisk says, their eyes still glued to the screen. “About to start.”

“Interesting,” Chara comments, sitting down beside Frisk. Since Frisk is still absolutely captivated, Flowey helps Chara get settled down, wrapping the blanket around them so they can cuddle up close. “I don’t think I ever took you for a trivia geek.”

“Guess they’re a bigger nerd than you in this,” Flowey affectionately chuckles. “How about this; let’s try to get all the answers right. Whoever gets the most answers wins.”

“What are the stakes?” Chara asks. “Any penalties for the loser?”

“Loser has to do the dishes,” Flowey answers.

“I already did them,” Chara says back.

“Damn.”

Frisk, of course, has been silent the whole time, apparently completely mentally prepared. And so the game began…

“Nebraska.” “Wow, fast.”

“Um… Yacht.”

“Denzel Washington? Yeah.” “Who is that again?” “You don’t know actors, huh?”

“Anagram.” “Isn’t this the anagram category?” “Hah.”

“Oh! Ionian Sea!” “No, Aegean.” “Damn.”

“Rhode Island.”

“Carmine.” “Hey, that’s your middle name.”

“Uh… Dammit, I don’t know this one.” “That is not the answer.” “Shut up, Chara.” “Ununhexium.” “What.” “How did you-”

Thirty minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and…

“New champ,” Frisk comments with a little smile, the first time they’ve shown any sort of actual expressiveness in the last half hour. “I hope they last, we haven’t had a big one in a bit.”

“Welcome back from your, like, trance?” Flowey laughs, ruffling Frisk’s hair with a vine. “How many d’you get?”

Frisk just shrugs. “You guys?” 

“Ten,” Chara simply answers.

“That double did not count, you got it after time,” Flowey chides. “I got ten.”

“Whatever,” Chara snickers. “Frisk?”

“Thirty.”

… Chara and Flowey decide to get up and get a snack.

“Hey, come on!” Frisk giggles, slumping back onto the couch and grinning as their sibs walk off. “It’s Wheel of Fortune next, you can get this one!”

“I need some chocolate in my system first,” Chara huffs, totally not a little bit peeved at their sheer loss.

“Can you get me some cookies?” they ask, definitely trying to suppress a smirk.

Flowey lets out his own totally-not-a-little-peeved-at-his-sheer-loss sigh before looking over at Frisk with a fond smile. “How many?”

“Thirty.”

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even) 8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in 12. Easiest part of body to draw 19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.) 24. Do your references include stock images

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

---A majority of my art, I think(?), has someone facing my right their left! I think it has to do with how I perceive space, since I'm English speaking I read left to right and I view right as the "forward" direction, if that makes sense. Left is the backwards or looking behind direction for the most part unless there's character interaction, but even then.

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

---I was working on an SB Thresh piece around last year but the energy died for it and I never got around to finishing it despite him being one of my favorite league champs AND one of my favorite skins in game. I thought about opening him specifically as a muse but I'm too obsessed with him to do that HRR HRR, I won't lie that he'd have very interesting interactions with Robin and I would feel weird RPing with myself LOL

And just for YOU, I have an ENTIRE board of Yorii expressions from his old design, about 12 wildly changing expressions that show everything from his shock to his blushing face and its a VERY cute project but also OLD and my style has changed so much I'd have to redo the whole thing. I won't post that here though.

12. Easiest part of body to draw

---I love drawing hair and noses, I think they're so fun. Giving Haru a slightly hooked nose was the best thing I've ever done, OH, or maybe drawing mouths. I love love love drawing open mouths which is funny because I hated them before but I guess it changed once my frontal lobe fully developed.

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

---Just because it's you I'll use Yorii art as an example; I have huge brain worms for drawing little accessories. Tiny knives, belts, compasses, swords etc, I love drawing little nick nacks people carry on their person because I think it's extremely telling to who they are as a person. Hence why Robin has a bunch of random shit he's constantly carrying around! Behold see how my hands-on-hips have evolved!!!

24. Do your references include stock images

---Sometimes! Most of the time I find people in similar positions and break their anatomy like a lil doll and then use that as a reference for the sketch beside it. I also take photos of my friends or my hands if I need to have a specific angle or a specific way of doing something. I also have a pinterest boad of about 200+ hand photos.