#experimenting

[humanjarvis]

it's nice to have a friend

big glasses and a bowl cut. 

for the bulk of his short life, that was all anyone saw when they looked at zayne.

no one knew much about him, other than how annoying it was when the teachers praised his intelligence. more than a classmate, he was a goalpost. a standard they couldn’t meet. 

more often than not, his head was buried in a book. he found it much more worthwhile to study people than to speak to them. so he hid in the shade, away from the constant chatter and blistering heat of recess.

that day in september, he’d been too busy absorbing neatly stacked paragraphs to process the muffled voice above him—until you lightly shook his shoulder. 

you’d asked him if he wanted to play. they’d said it was his birthday, after all. but after a long pause and bewildered blush, zayne said no. 

the first three times you asked him, zayne said no.

his answer changed when the leaves did. 

in the brisk november air, pushed forward by a gust of wind, he bumped into a rowdy group of older kids. apparently, his murmured apology hadn’t been good enough. 

first, they threatened to snap his glasses. shatter the lenses so he couldn’t read anymore.

the wicked sneers and guesses that he was special came after. 

through it all, zayne hadn't said a word—he didn't have to. 

because before he could decide whether to tell a teacher or walk away, you were blocking him from view as best you could with your shorter frame, glaring at the boys with molten hatred in your heart. 

and when their leader snorted and took a step toward you both, you unclenched your fist and scratched him right across the face. 

zayne had never been one for violence. his parents told him it never solved anything, and he’d always seen more value in helping people than hurting them. 

but the next time you asked him to play, he nodded his head yes.

he was surprisingly good at make-believe—the doctor to your nurse. and when you invited him back the next day, and the next day, and the day after that, zayne felt he’d made his first friend. 

adult zayne still gets teased, sometimes. 

for the way he speaks like a nonfiction narrator. for the way he retreats from interactions and rejects invitations. for the way he’s hard to read unless you’re fluent in the language of him.

but with you by his side, he’s learned to pay it no mind. 

you like his cadence and his reticence and his rigid kind of softness. you tell him all of it, so he doesn’t have to wonder.

and when the crueler slights wear down the barrier you’ve helped him build, you repeat yourself. 

day after day, you save him. just like you did on the playground. 

so when zayne finds himself in linkon’s finest jewelry store, browsing through shimmering stones he never thought he’d have a need for, he knows one thing for certain: his first friend is his best. 

[chickengoldnuggets2]

headcanon: Tweak thumps her foot. she has a steel toed engineer boot so it makes this loud CLANK when she thumps it against the hollow metal platform of the launch bay whenever shellington and/or kwazii arrive with some insanely wrecked precious gups or when inventing frustrates her

she worked on her thumping so it wouldn't be as startling but if you tick her off a little too much you hear a faint marmalade "clank" from the floor while she gives you a death stare

[l-0puko]

get lost!

[ken-yamh]

A poet never stops being a poet 🌹

[songbird-28]

—mirror, mirror on my phone, who’s the baddest?

zoey from kpop demon hunters! experimented w colors for this one <3

[swords-and-aros]

"You shouldn't teach teens aro and ace identities! What is they start identifying as ace instead of gay!"

Ah yes, how terrible indeed would it be for a teenagers to experiment with their identity

We all know that who we decide we are at 13 is who we end up being for our entire lives, regardless if it is authentic to our present selves

[shypitaya]

... everything's fine ...

[lara-cherriinie]

testing out comic styles and I think I found one that I like, so I did a quick test page! simple and sketchy, but hopefully still pleasant to look at :)

[yey56]

LEITH PIERRE X PSYCOLOGIST READER

DREAMS:

TW: suggestive!!!. Leith is getting jealous and freaky! This is only cannon on Leith's pov.

It had been a good day for Pierre, after so many days you've finally decided to reappear in the innovation and design department to assist with the designs of the toys.

As usual, you were working late. He could see you through the square glass of his office. Supervising the almost finishes designs, occasionally making little notes.

He knocked a few times on the little window on the door, making you look at him. You both were the only two people left in the offices. Everything was very dark, the light on your desk being the only one turned on. He couldn't tell what time it was, the clock was blurry...

You smiled at him, a tired expression on your face. You had stopped with the third coffee mug.

He saw you raise from your seat and went to his office to give him the designs so he would present them to the investors.

The conversation about the designs ended quieter than expected and you both stayed in silence. You had settled in the sofa, each one of you to one extreme.

After Sawyer had started working again at playtime co, Leiths work had been more tiring, exhausting. He couldn't stand that man and his face was turning limp and painful from all of the fake smiling.

No only that, you had started to spend more time in the lower levels and in the labs. With. Sawyer.

And apparently you both actually got along. The straw that broke the camels bag was when you had appeared in a executive meeting, accompanied by Dr white, with an annoyed look claiming to represent both you and Sawyer.

He confronted Harley himself, asking him to stop distracting you from your actual work. He didn't payed him any attention. Barely pretending paying him any mind.

He had also catched Sawyer entering in your office multiple times, and in your interviews with the children and with the experiments...

The list was endless...

He stopped overthinking everything the moment he felt you fingers on his neck. He instantly opened his eyes and looked at you who, somehow had managed to get dangerously closer to him.

He relaxed to you touch while you draw straight lines from the jaw to the base of his neck with your index finger. The tickle in the neck started to go up to the cheeks and the face.

Suddenly, he felt a weight on him. His whole body remained still. You had positioned yourself half on his lap, with one leg in between his. Your dark pants contrasting his red ones.

Instinctively he spread his legs more... He felt that your touch on his neck had been replaced by you lips.

"(Yn)..."- He said in a murmur, placing a hand hesitantly on your hips and drawing circles around it, trying to reassure himself that this was real. At least it felt real to him." Shhhhhh"- You whispered very close to his lips but without really touching them.

He started spilling little sounds such as laboured breaths and sighs. Now you were completely straddling him, your hands at the base of his jaw while you continue to make out with his neck.

He was already feeling the electricity passing through his body. With his hands he pulled you closer to him.

And just as you were starting to move on top of him, he felt as if he had fallen from very high to the exact same couch he was at.

You were not there anymore. He looked around the room trying to find a sign of you but you weren't there. Instead he glanced at the clock on his wall. He finally could distinguish the hours and numbers. It wasn't night as he thought, it was 18:00 pm. The sun still shining through the windows.

That's when he realised it was all a dream.

A. fuckign. dream...

Saying that he felt embarrassed and disappointed was an understatement. He put his hands on his face and expelled a deep deep sigh.

All that dream had him all worked up. All of him.

He quickly looked through the window on the door at his office. Good, there weren't many people there, and the ones who were, were concentrated on the newer projects.

He quickly bolted to the bathroom to throw some water over his face and trying to cool down.

He was messed up.... Really messed. Now he wasn't even in control of his own emotion and that was never a good sign.

Bonus:

Meanwhile you, on the lower levels, were ending an interview the Prototype.

Just as usual, when you finished the work, Harley was waiting for you at the door. Arms crossed, messy hair and dark circles under his eyes.

You were no different in that aspect. Both of you had been working so hard on the experiments lately... The same thing that made Leith sick, made Harley actually glad that,for once, he could have a coworker, even he dared to say, a friend, that he could stand.

He had two mugs in his hands, one with the pattern of clocks, yours. And the other one, white and plain, his.

While Pierre was trying to hold himself together in his office upstairs, you were sharing a calm moment with Harley and your coffee.

Hey people, I'm feeling like experimenting right now so I'm gonna leave this here and see how you like it. If someone wants something similar with Harley or Leith or whatever character you like, tell me!

The main story will have to wait until next week because I'm on exams and they are being really hard on me. Have a nice day my people 😌

-Unedited fanfic-

[russianfig]

Playing around with expressions with my current OTP

[sikuena]

" I should just be done with this already, is what I was thinking

Aah, but your smile and the way you move - I've gotten addicted again." ♫♪

officially back from my unofficial hiatus. hoping to be more consistent with posting now :)

[leafsea]

ummm

[kittblush]

red Jevil

[themidnightsunset]

another lineless donnie test

edit:

did another but didnt wanna keep spamming my blog with these

[l-0puko]

unrequited