#zhena

[manga-anime-me]

Oh my gosh these guys are just too cute

Eleceed episode 263 - Jeho Son and Zhena

[roegadynroost]

We can do it!!

[sobeesknees]

i was watching a korean show and in one episode they were making indigo dye from scratch. anyway i saw the long blue fabric hung on clothes lines and it triggered this memory of this manwha i read agesssss ago and i had to go find it again. for some reason i thought it was Nineteen, Twenty-One because that was the manwha I associated with the artist, but it turned out to be Speak Through Colors!

anyway wow. its like finding a box of old stuff in the attic

[tarohonii]

shoutout to the girlies who resonate deeply with Kang Sucheon due to his violent urges and shitty attitude and such. Oh and the deeply profound and resonating emptiness also i guess.

[steamedeggs]

she mothered so hard in these panels oh my god??

[russianperioddrama]

ROUND 1: GROUP A

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Jacques-Ange Levasseur: Anna Ivanovna Babanina on her wedding day, wearing a traditional kolbasa zhena apron.

Private coll.

[thebadgerclan]

Early Morning

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: You’re woken in the early morning, but you don’t mind...

Smut!

Dawn had barely broken when you stirred, Aleksander’s arms tightly wound around your middle.  Even in sleep, he clutched you to him greedily, and you might have drifted right back to sleep had it not been for the press of his cock against your hip.  Your husband was moaning softly in his sleep, grinding against you, his brow furrowed with pleasure.  Slowly, you tilted your head to press kisses to his neck and jaw, running your hand up and down his chest.

Aleksander soon woke, groaning low in his throat, and he tugged you impossibly closer.  “Y/N,” was the first thing he said, followed by a long moan when you pressed your lips against the hollow of his throat.  Your husband brought a hand to your chin and tipped you face back up to kiss you, and he kissed you for several unhurried minutes, one arm keeping you pressed to his body, the other trailing up and down your side, occasionally dipping between your thighs to gauge your arousal and to tease.

Your husband was panting at this point, having been grinding against you as he kissed you, and you could sense that he was nearing desperation.  So you hitched your leg over his waist, both of you still naked from the night before, silently granting him consent.  Aleksander sealed his lips over yours as he slid into you, both of you moaning softly at the stretch.  In the bluish pre-dawn light, you could just make out your husband’s features: his brows still furrowed in pleasure, his eyes, pupils blown, locked on yours, his lips parted as he moaned softly with every rock of his hips, the thin inky lines of his scars.

“Beautiful,” you whispered, not entirely realizing you’d said it out loud.  “You’re so beautiful, Sasha.”  Aleksander whined, resting his forehead against yours.  “Moya prekrasnaya zhena, ty chuvstvuyesh' sebya tak khorosho.” My beautiful wife, you feel so good.  He’d lapsed into Old Ravkan, the lilting syllables like music, and you sighed, resting your hand on your husband’s cheek.  

His thrusts were gentle and shallow, his cock dragging deliciously in and out of your cunt, pleasure lapping over you in gentle waves.  Aleksander kept you held tightly in his arms, whispering praises in Old Ravkan as he fucked you slowly; your chests flush, eyes locked, lips pressed together more often than not.  “I love you,” he whispered, as if speaking any louder might shatter the moment.  “Moya dragotsennaya dorogaya, ya tak tebya lyublyu,” My precious darling, I love you so much.

You could only let out a soft moan, rolling your hips so Aleksander’s cock hit that spot within you, and your head lolled back.  But Aleksander gently righted your head so he could see your face and the soft, gentle pleasure painted upon it.  Aside from your husband’s praises and both of your moans, no words were exchanged: they weren’t needed.  Aleksander knew when to shift his hips, when to speed up, when to slow down to bring you the most pleasure.

When you came, it was a gentle, slow climax, so unlike the orgasms Aleksander usually gave you.  But that didn’t mean it was any less pleasurable.  No, when you came, it was with a cry of your husband’s name; the leg thrown over his waist hooking to pull yourself closer, your entire body trembling in his embrace.  Aleksander came soon after, spilling himself within you with a grunt of your name.

For a moment, both of you were still, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms, and when Aleksander made to pull out, you laid a hand on his wrist to stop him.  “No,” you whispered.  “Stay inside.”  Aleksander fought the wave of arousal that crashed over him as he nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead.  “Alright, milaya,” he said, gently lifting you so you were lying atop him, his cock still within you.

You soon drifted back to sleep, warm and content in Aleksander’s embrace.  When you woke again, the sun was shining through the drapes, and your husband was thrusting into you shallowly.  You hummed softly, and Aleksander paused.  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, and despite just having woken, you felt your cunt throb around him.  “Don’t stop,” you replied.  “Never stop.”  Aleksander kissed you as he rolled you onto your back, the blankets slipping from his shoulders to reveal his gloriously naked body.  As he began fucking you, your husband whispered three words against your lips: “Never, my love.”

[yelenasdiary]

Piece of My Heart

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: This was not how Natasha thought life would pan out for her, a life without you was never in her cards.

Angst | Slight Fluff | Character Death | Pregnancy Talk | Mentions of Blood | Childbirth | Slightly Child Neglect | She/her/they Pronouns | 3.9K

Translations: dorogoy (sweetheart), malyshka (baby girl), zhena (wife),

AC: An idea I couldn’t get out of my head, sorry for the harsh Angst!! 

"Gezz baby, you're kicking a lot today!" you spoke to your swollen stomach, a hand supporting your lower back as you finished cleaning up the mess from lunch. It wasn't ideal being cooped up in a small trailer with your wife and being on the run from the government while heavily pregnant, but you couldn't bear to do this without her. You refused to carry out the remainder of your pregnancy without Natasha holding your hand in the hospital while you both welcomed your new-born baby into this crazy world.

Natasha wasn't a fan of the idea of taking you with her, but nothing scared her more than refusing her pregnant wife. It wasn't easy going under the radar with you, but it worked, and the trailer seemed to do just fine for the meantime. In fact, Natasha was short of grateful for being able to have you all to herself. It gave her a chance to prepare herself for a whole new world, parenthood. She loved walking around the surroundings with you, waking up to you beside her, talking nonsense to your stomach while you twirled with her hair, making future plans with you, making promises with you, just simply being with you before her second love would steal her heart.

"I bet you miss mama already huh?" you rubbed your stomach softly as you made yourself comfortable on the bed again. Your due date was 3 days ago, and you were well over being pregnant, you just wanted to meet your little love already. "She'll be back shortly and hopefully with that ice cream and banana milkshake" you smiled softly before letting your eyes close for a moment, still rubbing your stomach to sooth their kicking. "God I hope she's back soon, that milkshake would be really nice, wouldn't it" you chuckled lightly before letting yourself drift into a slumber. 

Natasha returned, quietly entering the trailer in hopes not to wake you if you were asleep. She placed the ice-cream and milkshake on the table before your calls for her made her smile.

 "Hi darling, I got yo-"

"My water broke, don't freak out but I need you to get so-"

"What?! Baby, are you okay?! Let's get you to the hospital!" Natasha stressed rushing to the small wardrobe to collect some belongings. "Natalia, honey, look at me" you spoke, your words going in one ear and out the other. "Natasha!" you raised your voice causing her to stop her actions, "we're not going to the hospital, I'll be damned if I let us get arrested while I'm in labour! I need you to listen to me"

"But dorogoy, I don't ca-"

"NATASHA! PLEASE!" you screamed in pain before throwing your head back on to the pillow, "I need you to get some warm water and some towels, right now, please" you looked at her with begging eyes. Natasha nodded and rushed into the kitchen while you started doing your breathing exercises that you learned in the early states of your pregnancy, Natasha has never wished for help more than right now. Your screams echoed through the trailer, her heart skipping beats knowing she'd be meeting her son or daughter today and she didn't care if she was caught while you were in labor, she just wanted you in the hands of professionals. 

She returned with the face of any mother who was about to meet their baby, she gently and slowly pulled your sweatpants pants off and threw them into a wash basket for later. "Baby, how long ago did your water break?!" Natasha looked up at you with a slightly frown, "45 minutes ago! YOU TOOK SO LONG TO GET BACK!" Your voice got louder as another contraction ripped through your body, your fists gripping the bed covers as Natasha tried her best not to freak out. 

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Hours past full of screams and cries of pain, Natasha kept you cool with cold towels while holding your hand any chance she got. "Okay, malyshka, I think it's time to push, I can see their head" Natasha looked up between your legs, finally it was time. You took a moment to remember everything you'd learnt over the course of your pregnancy, nodding to Natasha when you were ready to push. 

"Are you ready?" you asked her before doing anything else, "I'm not pushing this baby out if you're not ready Natalia, I need you to bed ready, please, are y-"

"Hey, listen to me dorogoy, I'm ready" she interrupted with a soft smile, "I'm more than ready to meet our beautiful baby, I'm ready to quit and give you both the life we talk about. I'm ready my love, more than ready" she assured you; tears filled your eyes from so many mixed emotions. Your wife has never looked more beautiful to you than right now, ready to take this new chapter of life with you. "I'm going to push now" tears rolled down your cheeks as you smiled softly at her. 

Natasha braced herself with the towels and warm water as you began to push, your screams getting louder and all she wanted to do was hold you. Breathing with you and wiping the sweat from your forehead but instead she had her eyes glued to the exact moment your baby would enter the world kicking and screaming. 

"Oh baby, they're beautiful" Natasha looked up at you, "just one more big push" she added, her eyes full of true love. You pushed, one last time, your scream faded out from the screaming cries of your new-born baby, you let out a big sigh of relief and watched in tears as Natasha cut the cord and wrapped her gently in a towel. "Look mommy, meet your daughter" Natasha smiled, tears of her own streaming down her face as she gently handed you the new baby girl. 

"She's beautiful" you sobbed with joy the moment your eyes landed on her. Nat kissed your temple and wiped your sweat with a clean towel, "you did so well my love, look what we did, she's here" she kissed your lips softly before you both looked down at your daughter in awe. "Baby, can you please take her? I feel a bit dizzy" you tiredly looked at your wife. You knew something was wrong, but you didn't want to worry Natasha, you gently placed a soft kiss on your daughter's head as Natasha carefully took her into her arms. 

"Let's get you both cleaned up" Natasha smiled as she wrapped another clean towel from the pile beside you, she dipped the towel into some warm water and began to gently wipe your daughter's face. You watched for a moment, taking in the sight of your wife and daughter with a faint smile, "I love you so much, Natalia" you spoke weakly. Natasha turned with your daughter in her arms to see your eyes closed. "Y/n, dorogoy, d-don't sleep just yet" she gently placed your daughter in the stolen bassinet she found weeks ago. 

It was only then Natasha noticed the pool of blood coming from you that something was wrong. She rushed to you, grabbing all the towels she could to stop the bleeding, every towel soaked with the color red. "Baby, come on, please wake up, please!" she begged, your daughter started crying as you lay there with a faint smile still on your lips, it was too late. 

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The cold silence filled the trailer, Natasha sat outside on a chair by the door, tears endless streaming down her face as your daughter slept peacefully in her arms. Mason emerged from the tears, confused on Natasha's desperate 911 page to him. "T-take her" her eyes looked up at him, the life sucked right out of them. He didn't ask any questions, he didn't say a word, he took her sleeping daughter in his arms. "Don't come in, just, I don't care, just don't" she mumbled as she opened the door to the trailer, again, Mason didn't say a word.

Natasha closed the door and locked it, her eyes traveling up the short hall to the bedroom where you lay. She grabbed all the left over clean towels and brokenly walked into the bedroom where she respectfully cleaned you from the blood and put your favorite pair of her sweatpants on before she sat beside you, pulling your lifeless body closer to her. 

"My beautiful zhena" she gently brushed your hair back, "I'm so sorry, I should've just taken you to the hospital" she hated how cold you felt, "I love you so much my love, you're my life, my reason to wake up, my everything" her voice broke as more tears poured down her cheeks like a waterfall, falling onto your cold skin as she kissed your forehead. 

She laid with you until she knew it was time to let Mason take your body for her, bury you in a place she could visit you once all this was over. "Where do you want me to take her?" Mason asked as he handed your daughter back to her. "Bury her under the oak tree at the lake by the compound. I want her to face the water, don't leave anything behind and don't say a word to anybody. Play her favourite song and bury her with this" Natasha explained, her tears not stopping as she hands Mason a baby tee that said, "mommy gives the best hugs". 

Mason nodded and Natasha slowly walked away from the trailer while Mason carefully carried your body back to his chopper. She refused to watch, refused to let your daughter see her mother be taken away like this, "I'm so sorry angel" Natasha placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead as she rocked her gently. 

"Are you going to be okay?" Mason asked quietly. Natasha shook her head, "I'll wire you the money when I can" She changed the topic, "no, not for this. Maybe I should stick around, make sure you're okay" the man suggested having never seen Natasha in this state, it worried him. "No, I don't need you to stay here, I need you to bury my wife because I can't. I need you to make sure she's safe and home because I'm here with our daughter who doesn't even know her mother died. Please, I just need you to do this for me, don't come back here, we won't be here" Natasha's tone was stern. Mason knew better then to argue. 

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A week passed by quickly but for Natasha it felt like not a day had passed. She didn't enter the bedroom anymore, the door remained closed, and she made herself comfortable on the small, uncomfortable sofa the trailer had. Your daughter, still waiting to be named kept Natasha from sleeping more than 3 hours. Natasha did everything she had too with what little she had. She wasn't one for praying but she prayed every night that she could return to the compound to be with you, she needed help and help was only a knock on the door. 

"Wanda? Wh-what are you doing here?" Natasha answered the door with a frown, "you haven't answered any pages or messages. You look like hell" Wanda joked but Natasha didn't react, "What are you doing here?" she asked sternly.

"Natasha, we're free. You're and Y/n are no longer wanted"

Natasha's eyes flickered at the mention of your name making Wanda frown, "what's happened?" Wanda took in the state Natasha was in. Dark circles around her eyes, her stained tee and sweats quickly worried Wanda, "Nat" she spoke softly. Natasha shook her head as the tears streamed down her cheeks once again, her knees weakening as she watched Wanda come to the realization. "No" the witch shook her head as tears welled at her eyes; Natasha just nodded slowly as her endless stream of tears spoke more words than she could. 

Wanda instantly pulled Natasha in for a hug, the widow wishing it was your arms wrapped around her as she broke down in her friend's arms. "You should've called, Nat" Wanda rubbed her back trying to keep strong for the redhead. It wasn't until a moment later that the cries of a new-born came from the inside of the trailer. Wanda looked up, her heart breaking even more as Natasha gently pulled away and made her way inside the trailer.

The cries of you baby girl broke Wanda's heart as she stepped inside the trailer, Natasha turned around slowly holding her daughter carefully in her arms as she looked up at Wanda. "I can't do this" Natasha spoke so softly that Wanda almost didn't hear her, she didn't stay still for another second before Wanda found herself gently scooping the baby from her friend's arms, "make her stop, please" Natasha's begging eyes filled with grief screamed at Wanda. 

"She cries all the time, she doesn't sleep more than 3 or 4 hours, and I don-"

"It's okay" Wanda stopped the redhead from finishing her sentence, "I've got her" she smiled softly as her eyes took in the features of your week-old daughter filling the room with silence when Wanda started to gently rock her in her arms. "She's beautiful, Nat" Wanda commented, her tears slowly streaming down her cheeks. 

"Mhm" Natasha mumbled, "I take it you got here by jet?" she asked ignoring the loving look on Wanda's face.

"Yeah, Clint's waiting" Wanda's eyes never leaving the now sleeping baby in her arms. 

"Take her back to the others. Just take whatever you need, I don't care" 

Wanda looked up at Natasha, "Nat, you're coming with us" she gently placed the little girl in her bassinet before looking back at Natasha. "I know you're hurting" she spoke as she walked over to her friend and fellow Avenger before placing her hand on top of Natasha's, "you need time, I understand. Let us help you, let us be there for you and that beautiful little girl you have. Don't shut yourself off now Natasha, not after how hard you've worked to let yourself come this far. Y/n would tell you the same thing, you know that" Wanda continued. 

"I don't want to hear it, I don't' want to go back to the compound and hear how loved and valued Y/n was, I don't want to hear how they made everybody feel some kind of way or how their smile lit up the entire room because I know. I know, okay? I know that they had the power to make everybody around them seem special, I know they had this way about them that made you forget the shit we see! I don't want to hear how sorry everybody is that I lost them, I can't do it!" 

"Then don't, we'll go home and give you the space you need. I'll look after your baby girl in the meantime, but you have to promise me one thing" Wanda looked deeply into Natasha's eyes and saw a lost soul, a lover waiting for her lover to return. 

"What?" Natasha sighed. 

"You talk to me, you let me in. You know Y/n would never let you slip. Nat, they were my best friend, you are my best friend and they made me promise that if anything ever happened to them that I would take care of you, they made Clint promise the same thing which is why we're here. If anybody is going to get you come back with us it'll be them" Wanda smiled so softly it was almost faint, "come home Nat". 

"They are my home Wanda" Natasha sobbed, letting herself crash into Wanda gripping onto her like her life depended on it. "I know" Wanda whispered as she comforted her friend, "I know" she repeated.

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"How's the mini widow this morning?" Tony smiled softly at the sleeping baby in the pusher as Wanda shushed him for being too loud, "I just got her to sleep, if you wake her, you deal with her" she warned in a whisper.

 "Alright, what about big wi-…how's Nat?" he asked in the same lowered tone as Wanda, his joke not at all seeming funny to call Natasha a widow at this time. 

"She won't even look at her let alone acknowledge her. It's been three weeks since they came home and mini widow is a month old, she needs a name before she actually gets used to mini widow"

"Want me to have a chat with her?" Tony offered.

Wanda shook her head lightly, "and push her further down the hole? I don't think so" she joked, "watch the baby, I'm going to try and get her to eat something" she added before patting him on the shoulder. "Hey, I have things to do!" Tony tried to stop Wanda from leaving, "you wake her, don't come crying to me Stark!" Wanda replied as she made her way to Natasha's room.  

If Natasha wasn't in her room, she was either in the gym or by the place Mason buried you. Everybody was warned by Wanda not to hover around her or remind her of the wonderful person you were, for that, Natasha already knew how wonderful you were. She only spoke to Clint and Wanda and a few words to the others, but it was tiring for her to try and show any form of emotion. Clint was the one who was able to get her into the gym again, letting her take out her anger and hurt on a punching bag. 

"I already ate but thank you" Natasha spoke softly to Wanda while she dried her soaked hair with a towel. "Beat me to it today" Wanda placed the breakfast roll on Natasha's desk, "So, how do you feel about seeing mini widow today?" she asked while watching Natasha grab her hair brush from the end of her bed. 

"Wands I ca-"

"Natasha, she needs you. You're her mother, she doesn't us, she wants you" she interrupted her. 

"Wanda! I can't!" Natasha snapped, "I can't look at her and not see Y/n! I can't look at her and not think about Y/n and how we were supposed to raise her together! The moment I saw her she reminded me so much of Y/n and the only moment I want to remember is the short 15 seconds I had with them both. Now please, stop asking me every day if I want to see her because I can't do it" Natasha's eyes filled with tears, "I miss her so much, I'm just not ready to let her go" she added. 

"You're not letting her go, Nat. Y/n is always going to be a part of your life, they are going to live through you, through me, through the others and that beautiful angel downstairs. I know it's hard, I can't imagine the thoughts you are having but that little girl has lost her mother and if you think I'm going to let her lose her other mother, you must think I am stupid. So, I'm going to ask you every damn day if you want to see her because she is your daughter and I'd do the exact same thing if it were Y/n in your shoes right now" Wanda's tone was stern but meant care. Natasha was being stubborn, and Wanda knew you'd never allow her to continue to slip into the dark hold grief can hold over somebody. 

"We're going for a walk around the compound today, if you want to join us, you're welcome too" Wanda added before leaving the room. Her heart racing, worried Natasha would have her throat for overstepping the line but instead she left the room leaving Natasha to fall to her knees in tears. She begged you to help her find the strength to be there for your daughter, to help her push through that heart ache whenever she laid eyes on her, to help her be the best mother she could. She needed you.

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Natasha walked into the compound's kitchen with shaky hands as she looked at Clint. It had been another week since Wanda made Natasha realize she needed to gather the strength to be there for her daughter. "Where's Wanda?" she asked softly, Clint looked up from his newspaper almost a little too proudly to see his best friend asking for Wanda. "She took mini-Widow for their morning walk" he smiled softly. It was the only information Natasha needed as she made her way outside and saw Wanda pushing the stroller slowly. 

"Soon enough you'll be able to run around here, you're growing so quickly little miss" Wanda coo'd as Natasha approached them slowly. Her heart wasn't racing, nor were her hands shaking anymore. With every step she took closer to the stroller and Wanda she felt at ease, a presence she could only hope was you. 

"Wands" she spoke making Wanda turn to face her, "do you want to hold her?" she asked. Natasha nodded and watched as Wanda carefully scooped the mini widow from the stroller and handed her to Natasha. Tears instantly filled her eyes when she looked down at her daughter, "Hi my little angel" Natasha whispered before placing a kiss on her forehead. "I'll be inside if you need anything, okay?" Wanda rubbed Nat's back before walking away. 

"You're so beautiful, you look just like your mommy" tears fell onto the tiny girl's tee as Natasha carefully started to walk around with her in her arms, rocking slightly. "Look how big you've gotten, my strong girl" she coo'd, "I'm so sorry mama needed a moment but I promise I'm never going to leave you again. I hear you've got a little nickname" she smiled softly. 

Natasha returned to the building a little over an hour after walking around the compound's property with her daughter. Cries for food alerted Wanda as Natasha gently knocked on her door. 

"Uh, I'm not sure what to feed her but I think she's hungry" 

"I know that cry anytime" Wanda smiled softly, "I've got bottles of milk in the fridge, I'll show you" she added. 

Wanda showed Natasha what to do with her bottles and how to make them, how warm to have them and a general run down on every detail of the still unnamed baby. 

"Thank you, Wanda, I mean it. Being there for her and giving love when I couldn't, I needed that talk" Natasha looked up at Wanda while she fed her daughter for the first time since being back. "I know, you don't have to thank me. I'm her aunty Wanda, she loves me" Wanda scrunched her nose with a smile, "but you really need to name her because I don't think Y/n would love her getting used to mini widow" she added. Natasha chuckled lightly, careful not to disturb her feeding daughter. 

"I was thinking. Y/n and I spoke about names a lot but never settled on anything and with everything, I think" she paused and took a moment to look at her little girl before looking back at Wanda, "Y/n Wanda Romanoff. After the two most important women in her life" she added with tears. 

Wanda couldn't help but smile, "little Y/n, it's beautiful Nat. Now we just got to hope that little miss Y/n here doesn't get her mama's stubbornness" she joked. "I'm making no promises, at the end of the day, she is a Romanoff" Natasha playfully raised a brow. 

"You never scared me Natasha, but Y/n did and she's part Y/n and part you plus she has the Avengers as her family, that's a lot scarier than you" Wanda chuckled. In that moment, Natasha knew that even though a piece of her heart died with you, nothing in the world mattered more than the little girl you brought into this world. With the love and support Natasha had surrounding her, she knew you left her in good hands and your voice would always run through her mind whenever she needed you.

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[plaguemaskpatient]

Found another art tracer who does COMMISSIONS. They go by the username reiketsunomizunomegami and they reached out to me to like maybe commission them. (it’s just my opinion but i think it’s just fucking weird if you go message someone to sell your work, not even a customer reaching but you. idk it’s just weird to me dude, and it was right after i reposted a work that i commissioned from someone too)

Here are the few that I’ve found, the demon character is from an art commission and the rest are from their Commission Sheet.

The rest are still unknown but they do look familiar. I think what they did for the tiefling art was they stitched different art together and traced over them.

Yes I checked first if all the art i found perfectly with the traced art and they 100% did. So I’m not just saying shit to slander someone, I see no benefit in doing that.

OG Artist on left: CROWESN on tumblr, Tiefling maker on picrew

OG Artist on top right: Irt_5433 on twitter

OG Artist on bottom right: ZHENA, Jiyoung Yoo from Eleceed (Manhwa)

[manga-anime-me]

Love how proud these guys are of the kiddos

Eleceed episode 206 - Jeho Son and ZHENA

[ccoffii]

Eleceed Redeisgns

Don’t get the wrong idea I’m not trying to fix anything (despite my issues with 75% of the bestie crew having the same hairstyle) ZHENA-nim art did really well on this series and I can definitely see her improvements!!

I find redesigning characters I like as a good exercise for me since I’m trying to practice my character design skills! I’ve also added headcannons so strap in.

First victim, istg he doesn’t even look like the same person lol.

- gave him the :3 mouth bc he has the little shit potential especially after wrapping everyone around his finger

- Longer hair comes from the hc that he is the kind of person who would hide behind it and to match his dads

- changed his hair to brown bc the blond colour blended with his skin too much (helps with contrast)

- The bag is to help him carry cats and more cat food

- Oversized clothes to wallow in, also to hide himself or something

- While Jiwoo and Kayden are implied to wear the same size clothing I still think Jiwoo’s clothes would be tight on Kayden

- It helps Kayden learn about Jiwoo as a person since he would question why his clothes were so ill fitting on him

- Colour palette was hard af, but I mostly went with warmer colours and added blue as an accent so he could match Kayden

- As u can tell the only thing that fits him perfectly is the school uniform, even then he likes to size up the blazer

- His bag would start with no buttons and over time more would be added based on where he’s been and the friends he makes

- Glasses are up for debate but they look nice on him

- gave him more down turned eyes so he could resemble Kang Daniel a little more

barely changed, basically the outfit was the only thing to go

- He looks like the kind of kid that would wear headphones all day

- His glasses fucked off to somewhere and I brought brought them back THEY R HERE TO STAY

- The dress shirt in his casual outfit is the same one from his uniform

- Bc of his upbringing with the doctor guy I would think he doesn’t have that many clothes to begin with and sees little point in getting more

- Ofc that will change later with his friends

- His name tag says his last name is Park but he doesn’t rlly have one and the wiki says so too, so it’s just something he had to give the school or somethin

- More lanky build? Basically a bean pole.

Again who the fuck is this

- gave him his melanin back, like all of it

- He seems more the varsity jacket type guy than Wooin

- Hair is based off Yeonjun’s lover loser era

- Tried to give him that international student type of beat vibe bc his sister is the big boss of the SK awakener scene

- i feel like with this hairstyle it’s easier to imagine him with black hair but I digress

- His jacket starts off with no patches and they’re slowly added on when he spends time with the bestie crew

MY GIRLIE!!

- Changed her uniform to be more fancy based off of the reaction of other students in Jiwoo’s school, the pendant on her bow is her own addition.

- No respectable Gen Z wears ripped skinny jeans… Controversial

- a converse girlie for sure

- Her hair is kinda based off the Mafuyu White Day card, either way she has to give gender

- Are they called arm warmers? They give her an interesting silhouette and very distinguishable from the guys

- Alternatively she wears a turtle neck and a sweater/large T-Shirt when it’s too cold + arm warmers just cause

Some other stuff:

- yes, all the redesigns will eventually include some element of blue like Jiwoo to help connect them and signify how close they are

- a lot of them were made with a go out shopping episode in mind to help us learn more about them

- maybe I’ll write a fic but finals r chasing my ass rn so eventually

[mendeshoney]

for your writing challenge: apricity (+ if you want a combo, cafune)! your choice of subject but won’t say no to a certain russian with a belly 🤭

xoxo @comphy-and-cozy

oh you clearly know the way to my heart @comphy-and-cozy

"apricity - the warmth of the sun in the winter + cafune - the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love" with andrei svechnikov

"Moya zhena," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear.

You smile from your spot on his chest, curling closer into his side, rubbing your calves against his. "Moy muzh," you return, pressing a kiss to the bare skin of his pec.

Andrei tighten his grip on you, keeping your bodies tangled under the blankets. Your hand moves from where it's resting near his collarbone, dancing your fingertips downward, across his chest, drawing little swirls, before falling to his belly, rubbing your hand over it in soothing circles.

Beneath your hand, Andrei's eyes catalog the red scratch marks left behind by your nails, the pattern stretching downward on his torso, multiple rows of it taking up space. Your hand crosses over the scratches gently, careful not to cause him any pain.

His hands come up, cupping your face, tilting your chin just so, so that he can place delicate kisses on your lips, hands coasting upwards and into your hairline, running his fingers through the soft tresses over and over again.

When he finally pulls away, he bends his head to look at you, the smile spreading across his face almost automatically. From outside, the sunlight against the freshly fallen snow makes everything in the sanctity of your bedroom that much brighter. The light beams in through the windows, casting a glow on your bodies, brightening your eyes and your hair, and spreading warmth through your veins.

"Should we get up?" Andrei asks quietly, too engrossed in this, in you, to speak any louder in fear of disturbing the peace you've found this morning. Peace that settled into your bones after he'd awoken to your bare body nestled between his legs, pressing slow and gentle kisses to his belly before you shuffled down, disappeared beneath the covers and used your mouth to make him gasp and tense, a peace he returned to you by the time he yanked you up his body and sat you on his face.

You cast your eyes around the room then, taking in the discarded clothes on the floor. His shoes and your shoes by the door along with his blazer, his dress pants and your underwear near the dresser, his boxers, dress shirt and undershirt near the window, and finally, your white gown, at the side of the bed.

Your gaze turns back to him lazily, and you shake your head, smiling softly as your hand coasts down his belly one more time, disappearing under the sheets, wrapping a hand around him. "I think we can wait a little, moy muzh, don't you?"

He hisses in a breath when you squeeze him gently, running your thumb over the crown of him. "I think that's an excellent idea, moya zhena."

[tarohonii]

i don't care about fighting where is sucheon.

[tsubasacomics]

Does anyone read this awesome Webtoon? , Eleceed although it may fall into certain typical parameters for what the comics genre is. The reality is that the plot is great, the handling of humor as well as the handling of characters that are credible in their way of being. and with beautiful art by ZHENA

[russianperioddrama]

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