#lowkey just wanna move on to the next drawing

[tsukinoshinjiu]

Is this what they mean when people say "he's got that dog in him"?

[haliaiii]

I know I was supposed to finish persona 5 but I got addicted to persona 2 lmao 😭😭 (+ persona 1 doodles cause I played that for a bit)

[hollowsart]

-cracks knuckles-

I don't have twitter and I've never drawn a Miku before in my life, but I adore that trend happening rn and wanna drop down my two cents, so let's go with the research to make a Hatsune Miku: but she is from my family (hard to explain, but it's absolutely Texan)

[dr4kenlvr]

jjk men + types of kisses

feat. yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, ino takuma, choso, noritoshi kamo - fluff

nana's note. thinking about ino and noritoshi a lot ... :( just wanna hold them and kiss them pls gege help a girl out

yuji love love loves cheek kisses. when he walks past you—but doesn't have the chance to stop and talk—he'll place a warm palm on one cheek and smooch a quick pouty kiss to your other. "catch you later, babe!" he calls out as he runs after fushiguro. it always leave you flushed, especially if you're with your friends AHH. yuji expects requited kisses in return as well, and glady accepts them whenever you're willing. he's so cute; leaning on his elbows on the desk, palms propped beneath his chin as he patiently blinks up at you. or rather, expectently. and when you finally kiss him, his eyes sparkle. "my day is going so much better already!"

megumi goes for the modest temple kiss. the kind that he can plant on you anytime without drawing too much attention. approaches this super meticulously so he doesn't fuck up and have nobara or yuji start hollering at you two. he'll grab you with an arm either by your waist or your shoulders and pull you into him before kissing your temple softly and letting go. does this alll the time—for comfort, when he's missed you, when he knows you've missed him. megumi'll smile down at you gently before he moves on with his day, you tagging along behind him.

ino HAS to kiss you on the lips, or it's not a kiss to him (jk he loves kissing every part of you but lips top it all). he's lowkey so sensual with it too like WHATTTT ino???? (im giggling). nimble fingers fleeting up your neck while he pulls you in with his other palm, flat against the small of your back. LOVES it when you lift just the bottom of his mask up cause feels like a superhero BAHAHA. specifically, spider-man for obvious reasons—and you bet he has attempted to do the spider-man kiss with you multiple times (many ending with him landing flat on his face or ass).

choso, dare i give myself the mental image—is a knuckles kisser. hear me OUT, this man is so over his heels in love with you. literally worshipping the ground you step on. but you told him he can’t kiss your feet so he opts to kiss your hands, specifically each of your knuckles. his lips brush over the bone so fleetingly, it’s like he never did it. but his thumb rubs soothing circles on the back of your hand and your face flushes every time you look down at him. his eyes are closed and his bangs sweep over his face perfectly. god, you love your handsome man.

noritoshi (i’m giggling as i type this next part) likes to kiss your shoulders. (someone HELP me i am going INSANE.) only ever does it in the privacy of your guy’s rooms. you will NOT catch him kissing you anywhere else. but it’s kinda hot—private, not secret you know? plus, he makes up for the lack of public affection because the private affection goes so hard. i’m talking noritoshi slowly removing your top, revealing in the way your skin glows when you’re with him. his lips pepper light kisses down your shoulder, making sure to pay extra attention to that spot near the juncture of your neck.

[starkeymeow]

❛ we make each other alive . .

does it matter if it hurts? ❜

I’M COMING, WAIT FOR ME.

PLOT you enter the hunger games a proud weapon of your district, only to find your sharpest blade is the boy beside you, and you’re not sure which one of you the capitol wants to break first.

CONTENT chapter eleven, best read in dark mode, rafe cameron x reader au, feast, im TIRED I WANNA BE DONE WITH THESE GAMES HELP, lowkey jj dies here ok warning, me not knowing how to make this non cringe LMFAO im sorry ok its also fast paced bc idk realistically it would be too bc who tf drags out a death idk ok sorry goodbye

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you pull your knees up tighter to your chest the second that fanfare cuts through.

you lift your head slightly, your eyes sore from crying. it’s not just for kie, but for everything. the stress, the cameras, the deaths surely, the mutts that could come back at any moment if they wanted. it’s all still clinging to you like sweat.

the death recap of the night begins.

the first face that flickers is that boy, the one who tackled you. turns out he was from district three. he’s got a scratch on his chin in his photo and his hair’s slicked back like someone took time to style him. he looks tired, even in that still image. he clearly didn’t want to be there in the first place.

a few seconds later, it flicks again. kie.

you feel your heart sink all over again.

her photo is clean. there’s no bruises, no blood. not the way you last saw her. not the way she looked when you heard her scream jj’s name through a mouthful of blood. in her picture, she’s confident. her chin’s lifted, her hair’s beautiful. she was ready. ready to win.

you frown, shifting your position, letting your chin drop onto your arm, then slowly leaning to the side until your cheek presses there instead. you don’t want to look anymore. you don’t want to imagine your face up there. or jj’s. or rafe’s. but you do anyway.

you think about the photos they made you take, the tribute profile shots they said. it’s necessary for your page, that photo is attached to your name everywhere. and you remember thinking, what’s the point of this? but now you know. the point is this. to see your face up there like some kind of announcement.

you press your lips to your arm and stare at the ground.

somewhere beside you, the leaves shift. an arm moves across your shoulders. it’s rafe.

he’s not awake, just leaning back against the tree behind you, his eyes closed, adjusting in his sleep. he must’ve thought it’d be more comfortable this way, slinging an arm around your neck rather than letting it get crushed between your sides. the weight of it is warm and grounding, and for a second, you don’t move.

you glance over at him quietly, careful, like you’re afraid even just looking will wake him. his face is calm, more relaxed than it’s been all night. maybe even the last few days. you don’t know if it makes you feel better or worse.

you shift your gaze again.

jj’s a few trees away, still as anything, his spear beside him in the dirt. he hasn’t laid down. he hasn’t even closed his eyes. he’s just been leaning against the trunk, his head tilted up slightly.

he didn’t eat earlier. not a bite. you don’t think he even could.

you chew the inside of your lip, watching him.

“good morning, tributes.”

light’s peeking in just barely. you stir awake with a tight ache in your neck and your knees still pulled up like your body forgot it could stretch.

you recognize the voice though. it’s a gamemaker. has to be. you rub your hands over your face and keep listening.

“we hope you’re well-rested, because today brings you an opportunity.”

you squint upward.

“as a reminder, the games are not only a matter of strength, but strategy. survival. will. resourcefulness. and today, we’re giving you a chance to show us all of that and more.”

you frown, your brows drawing together. something’s coming. you can feel it.

“there will be a feast at the cornucopia.”

your stomach knots and you shift upright more fully, palms against the dirt as you sit on your heels now, alert.

“each of you needs something desperately. you will find that something in a backpack marked with your district number, at the cornucopia, at dawn.”

you freeze, eyes widening slightly. it’s a trap. it has to be. at least that’s what your instincts tell you. but you’ve seen the games before, this feast is real. the remaining tributes make it a trap for others.

“think hard about refusing to show up.”

the voice is colder now, like they’re trying to root out your fear.

“for some of you, this will be your last chance.”

then silence. you stare straight ahead for a few seconds, the last words of the announcement ringing inside your skull.

you exhale and glance over your shoulder. rafe’s awake. he’s watching you already, one arm propped up on his knee. when your eyes meet, he gives you a faint little smile. one of those yep, we’re doing this expressions.

you blink back a tired laugh and sigh through your nose, shaking your head.

“of course we’re going,” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

you sit in silence for a long time after, curled up beside rafe while jj stays off on his own. the three of you don’t speak at first. it’s just quiet nods, silent understanding, sharpened weapons. there’s no need for words when the stakes are this high. the bags will be there at dawn, and each one holds something vital. something the capitol knows you can’t live without.

you can’t risk not going.

but that doesn’t mean it isn’t dangerous. there’s still two more tributes out there. they could be separated, could be together. either way, they’re a threat. they’re just as desperate.

you consider every angle. maybe they’ll try to take you out before you even reach the field. maybe they’ll be hiding in the cornucopia already. maybe they won’t show at all, just too afraid to try. it’s a gamble no matter how you look at it.

you move fast anyway. it’s nearly twenty minutes before the trees thin enough for you to glimpse the field. your body stills before your mind does , and there it is. the cornucopia.

four backpacks sit out in the open, perfectly aligned on a steel table placed right at the mouth of the horn. your district number practically glows against the fabric. it’s to the very left.

you expected a drop before you even got there, like hovercraft lights or a countdown. something. but no, they were ready for you. like the gamemakers knew you’d come early. they knew you’d want to stake it out first. they’re always a step ahead.

you drop to a crouch. no movement, no other tributes, not yet.

you feel rafe beside you. jj crouches on the opposite end of the brush, his spear steady in one hand. this is it. the plan’s simple. you just wait for the first sign of movement. whoever dares to step out first, they become your target. you’ll be faster, quieter. you’ll get there before they can blink, or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

you dig your boots into the ground, press your back to the trunk of a tree, and breathe slow. the field is empty. it won’t stay that way for long.

. . . until it actually does.

and what the fuck? is no one coming for their bag?

you shift your weight again, your leg cramping a little from being crouched for so long. rafe’s still posted in place beside you, silent and still like he’s carved out of stone. and jj, well, jj’s lost his patience already. you can tell by the way he keeps standing up and sitting back down, like he’s daring himself to just go for it.

after thirty minutes, he was already pacing. now, he’s dragging a rock across the ground like he’s trying to carve out a new distraction. your stomach grumbles for what feels like the tenth time, but you ignore it. you focus on the treeline.

did the other tributes not hear the announcement? or are they just that scared?

it’s weird. you thought someone would be desperate enough to try. but now it just feels like the gamemakers are waiting, watching you all from their fancy screens in the capitol. watching to see who’ll make a move first.

you glance over at rafe sometimes to see if maybe he’ll finally say it's time to stop waiting. maybe decide that it's not worth it. just grab the bags and go. you’d listen. you’d follow. but he doesn’t move. he just stays still with that same quiet kind of confidence that’s started to gnaw at your nerves. you hate how calm he looks. like he trusts something about this.

you rub your eyes, your hand dragging slow across your face. the exhaustion clings to your skin.

jj mutters something under his breath and you hear the clink of something metallic as he digs around in his backpack. he’s clearly over it, the silence and the waiting. he looks like a kid stuck in a time-out who’s bored and ready to punch something.

you sigh and crawl over, sitting down beside him. you bump your shoulder into his gently, just enough to let him know you’re there. he doesn’t say anything, just shifts a little to the side, still focused on whatever he’s digging out.

you rest your head against his shoulder and watch his hands. he finally pulls something out. it’s small, sharp-looking, half-wrapped in cloth but clearly mechanical. your eyes flicker over the details, the way the wires wind tightly around a tiny trigger. it takes you a second before you recognize it.

“is that kie’s?” you ask. he doesn’t speak. just nods. you look at it for another second before looking away. it makes your chest feel too tight.

“there’s a few,” jj mutters, fingers adjusting one of the small pins in the trap. “gonna set them up at the table so if the others grab their bags, they get caught.”

he stands before you can say anything else, slinging his spear back over his shoulder and holding the traps carefully in one hand.

“do you guys want me to get yours too?”

rafe answers before you do, “we’ll get it.”

you look back once to see rafe watching jj with that same unreadable calm. but jj doesn’t argue. he just nods, turns, and heads off, jogging into the open like he’s daring the arena to try something.

you watch him move across the field. it feels like something should happen, like a cannon should fire, or someone should run out screaming. but nothing does.

you just track jj’s every move. your eyes flick back and forth between him and the trees. your fingers grip the hilts of your daggers, slow and steady as you pull them from their sheath. no sudden movements. not yet. not unless something gives you a reason. you just know you’re there to back him if he gets jumped.

jj makes it to the cornucopia easy, all smooth confidence in the way he drops his spear onto the table. it clatters against the metal, you can even hear it from where you are.

he’s focused, flipping the traps over in his hands, turning them this way and that, trying to find the right angles. he’s careful, faster than he should be for something that delicate. he tucks each one just behind the bags at the base where they’ll be out of sight. it’s smart. if someone tries to grab one without noticing . . . maybe they’ll lose a hand. or worse. you don’t know. they’re kie’s contraptions. you’re not even sure if jj knows what they do.

after the last trap clicks into place, he snatches the district four bag and grabs his spear again, then starts running.

and that’s when you see it.

movement. it’s not big or fast or anything. but something, someone, is at the treeline, across the way. your body locks up for a second. there’s a girl. she’s peeking out just barely, her head low, eyes squinting toward jj like she’s trying to calculate something. and you can tell by the way she flinches that she didn’t expect him to be there.

you don’t hesitate. you whistle. loud.

jj jerks his head up instantly, eyes locking on yours mid-stride. you point. your arm slices through the air, finger held out firm toward the girl.

jj skids a little as he slows, turning just in time to catch sight of her. and then he’s gone again, bolting, fast as hell, feet kicking up dirt behind him.

the girl panics. you can see it. she ducks back into the green like she wasn’t ever there at all.

but you know better. you and rafe move at the exact same time. you grab your pack, your fingers curling tight around the straps as you shove your daggers back into place and sprint after them both. you’ll get your feast bag later.

the field stretches too long, too wide, but you don’t stop. your backpack shifts against your shoulders with every stride, jostling uncomfortably, but you keep moving.

then—rafe. he veers to the left of you, yelling over his shoulder, “i’ll get it, just stay with jj!”

your head snaps toward him, eyes wide, but he’s already gone, racing straight for the cornucopia table like it’s the only thing keeping you both alive. you almost call his name, but you trust him. you turn your focus back forward and push harder, legs burning now.

jj’s just barely ahead, fast and reckless, tearing across the field. and you, you chase him. every time you think you’re catching up, he’s already ducking through the trees again, vanishing like a shadow just ahead of you. you keep your eyes locked on him.

you’re in the woods now, leaping over exposed roots. ducking under low-hanging limbs. things graze your arms and catch your clothes, but you barely feel them. you know where he’s going. you’ve been this way before. there’s water up ahead. he’s chasing her there. it’s the only reason to head this deep, this fast.

the girl, she’s gone from view. she’s been too far away from you for you to see her anyway.

you move faster, your feet hit the ground harder. your legs ache like they might give out, but you grit your teeth and tear through the forest like something wild, something hunting. you feel like a predator closing in, tracking every sound and movement, heart pounding loud in your ears.

then, jj disappears. he just slips through a patch of trees and just like that, he’s gone. your chest tightens immediately. you swerve between trunks, leap over a moss-covered rock, barely avoiding slamming into a branch.

then you hear it. there’s a scream. it must be hers, but it’s short and panicked.

there’s a struggle. you can hear it, rustling, splashing, the sound of someone grunting, fighting back. and you know you’re close. you know this is the water. they’re here.

you shove through the last of the brush, branches snapping around you. your hand grips the hilt of your dagger just in case. the leaves claw at your skin as you force your way past, and then you see them.

jj’s with the girl, thrashing, tangled up in each other by the edge of the water. your breath catches.

is that diamonte?

jj’s eventually waist-deep, soaking wet, his arms locked around someone who doesn’t want to be touched. diamonte is twisting in his grip like a feral thing, her fingers clawing for anything, her feet pushing off the muddy floor of the lake, trying to lunge deeper, like submerging herself is going to somehow make her invisible or safer.

it’s pathetic, the way she thrashes. stupid, even. and for a second, you think: how the hell did she make it this far?

but you already know. she probably ran, laid low, waited. but it was only a matter of time before someone got to her.

jj tries to drag her back toward shore, but the moment his grip slips, she turns on him, faster than you expect. her elbow jams into his ribs and before he can recover, she’s on his back, wrapping around him like a snake. her hand goes to his throat, the other to the knife at her hip.

you run forward but stop at the edge, frozen.

she’s got the blade pressed just under his chin, not enough to bleed yet, but it wouldn’t take much. jj’s hands go up immediately, his chest rising fast, not struggling. he’s watching you. his eyes are locked on yours like a signal.

you swear that if she does it, if she really does it, you’ll kill her.

you take a step forward, heart pounding. “diamonte.”

she doesn’t look at you. her breathing’s ragged. her face is sunken, her skin pale. she’s still probably gone days without food, maybe more. her cheekbones look sharper than they should. her eyes are sunken.

jj winces slightly under her arm, but doesn’t move.

finally, she speaks. “this is what they want.” her voice is hoarse like she hasn’t used it in days. “they want me to slit his throat, and then you’ll come at me, and then someone else will come at you. and it’ll go on. until we’re all fucking dead.”

you don’t say anything. not yet.

she tilts her head slightly, like she’s listening for something only she can hear. her jaw flexes. her eyes finally cut to you. she’s literally unstable.

“you still don’t get it,” she says, laughing once, breathless. it’s not funny. “you still think this is about districts. about bags. about who kills who.”

she presses the knife a little deeper. jj holds perfectly still. his mouth opens like he’s going to say something.

“they’ve taught you so well,” she hisses. “you really think dying out here means something. you, topper, jj, what were you trying to prove? that you’re strong? that you’re worthy?”

she notices when your eyebrows furrow at their names. she smiles. “topper thought he was brave. that if he just fought hard enough, they’d let him go home. and now he’s, what? dust in a cannon? a body that the capitol has to do whatever they please with it? i thought he’d win, if anything, but look at us. we’re still here.”

your hand clenches around your dagger.

“my brother thought the same thing last year,” she mutters. “district one’s golden boy. volunteered like it was his birthright. the kind of kid they throw a parade for before the blood even dries. said he wanted to die for something.”

her lips curl, but it’s not a smile. it’s something bitter.

“you know what they sent back to my mom? a pin. a fucking pin.”

jj’s breathing harder now. the knife hasn’t moved. you can tell he’s trying to stay calm, but his hands twitch slightly, like he’s getting ready. or like he’s asking you again to do something.

“you’re just like them,” diamonte says, her gaze pinned to yours. “just better fed.”

“i’m not here to give them what they want,” she whispers. “i’m not dying for their cameras. and neither is he.”

her grip tightens, the knife shifts. you know that if you so much as try to move, she’ll kill him just to prove a point.

you’re watching her come undone in real time. and still, jj doesn’t fight. he just looks at you like he’s already decided what’s going to happen. like he’s already accepted it.

no. no, no, no.

if she does it, she better be ready to die. you’ll drag her down into that water yourself.

you barely hear her as she’s still talking. it all blurs together. something about how they’re watching, something about how they’re not showing this part, how panem doesn’t get to see the truth. “they’re probably cutting to a fucking squirrel climbing a tree while i tell the truth,” she spits, mouth foaming. “they won’t show this. they never do.”

you tune it out.

your eyes are on jj, only him. he’s trying to stay still, but you see the tension in his arms, the way his fingers are inching upward, like he’s thinking of grabbing the blade or twisting out of her grip. idiot. don’t be a fucking idiot.

he’s looking down at the knife like he’s studying it, calculating, plotting.

he will. you can feel it in your gut. he’ll try something, he’ll take the risk. maybe he doesn’t care if he dies here, not after kie. not with that guilt still carved into the back of his skull. maybe he thinks this would be justice, or redemption, or an escape.

you shake your head once. don’t move.

he sees it. his jaw tightens. his lips purse and his hands stop rising, but his eyes stay on yours, and it’s like he’s saying, she’s not gonna let me walk away. you know that.

you do. but there’s something else. you glance at the water. you try to come up with something, anything. work under pressure, under a minute, you need to analyze everything.

this isn’t just some random lake. this is the lake. the first one that helped you washed the bloodbath off of your body. it’s the one kie was sitting on the edge of with you. the one with the trap. the snare.

it’s still there, probably sunken under the surface, tangled at the bottom. she doesn’t know it’s there. neither does jj unless he remembers kie setting it there too. but you do.

if they shift just right . . .

“you think this is a game?” diamonte yells suddenly, head snapping toward the sky like she’s screaming at the gamemakers. “you think this is entertainment? say something!” she bellows. “show me the red light. show me you’re watching. come on, i know you’re watching!”

jj’s eyes flick down to the water, then back up to you. did he figure it out too?

don’t, you think again.

there’s a crunch behind you. a single bootstep. it must be rafe. you hear him before you see him, but it’s too late. she reacts.

diamonte’s head jerks, body twisting, and she shouts something incoherent as she yanks jj’s head back. the knife jerks forward—

but jj’s faster.

your hand reaches back instinctively, finding rafe’s arm like it’s the only solid thing left to hold onto as it all unravels too quickly. your other arm stretches out in front of you, as if somehow, reaching far enough could stop it.

jj’s elbow slams into diamonte’s stomach, the knife dropping with a soft splash, her scream piercing the air as her body jerks backward.

her leg snaps back like it’s caught in something, and you already know what it is before she even stumbles. kie’s trap is still there. she’s too distracted to notice, too out of it to realize she’s already marked.

and jj doesn’t wait. he’s spinning, grabbing, his hands snapping around her throat. diamonte freezes. and just for a second, uou can see the fear in her eyes. she looks at jj like she sees something final in him. and maybe she does. maybe they both do.

he drives them both under with one brutal movement, his arms locked around her as they vanish into the water. it all blurs after that, with the splashing, bubbles, flailing, but you can’t see who’s winning, who’s still breathing, who’s drowning who. the water’s too clouded and the light is too bright. your eyes even burn from staring too hard.

you step forward, already bracing to run in after them, heart jackhammering against your ribs as you call out, barely louder than a whisper, “jj—” but you don’t get any further.

rafe’s hand closes around your upper arm and hauls you back. you stumble for a second, caught between fight and freeze, and then you look at him.

he doesn’t speak. he just meets your eyes like he knows the concern inside you, like he’s asking you not to give in to it. you can’t, you shouldn’t. these are the games.

you want to believe jj’s okay. you want to believe he knows what he’s doing, that he’s strong enough to win this and come back up. but the longer you stare at the surface, the longer it stays undisturbed, no gasp for breath, no victorious shout. he’s doing this on purpose.

rafe gives your arm a pull. and somehow, your body starts to follow. you run.

the trees blur past in streaks, your backpack bouncing heavily against your shoulders, and rafe’s footfalls thudding just in front of you. your breath comes fast and uneven, not from the sprint but from the weight in your chest that keeps pressing down.

and then it happens.

one cannon. one of them is dead.

it echoes through the entire arena. your feet falter mid-step. not enough to fall, but enough to make rafe glance at you.

you flinch, visibly, and something inside you folds in half. the tears prick your eyes instantly, but you don’t let them fall. you swipe them away with the back of your hand, jaw clenching as you force your legs to keep moving. another cannon just a minute later.

you don’t speak, and neither does rafe, because what would you even say?

you just keep running, back toward the field, toward the cornucopia. jj’s gone, so is diamonte. it’s just you, rafe, and the last tribute. only three left.

two more people and the victor gets to go home.

but even after all of this, for the first time you start wondering, do you even want it to be you?

a/n: i keep forgetting that as a district two kid y/n is supposed to be a little brainwashed so oops ! idk how to properly show that thru the behavior but ermm

sry smtimes idgaf because im so excited to get to the 75th games timeskip. this is a huge moment bc jj dies but i wrote it so poorly in my opinion (like i couldve done better) but atp its like a filler chapter in my head LMAO

ALSO idk if anyone noticed that itty bitty detail but since jj comes from four itll be canon that he can swim, even hold his breath for longer than someone in another district. his death cannon comes later than diamontes which shows he was purposely drowning himself for a whole minute after he killed her, putting himself thru that struggle n killing himself omg ok im done

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[joaosnovia]

hello so i need something with lovers rock if not any tv girl song is fine <33

♬ - LOVERS ROCK.

WARNINGS:: alcohol usage (reoccurring issue in my fics considering i legally can’t drink in the UK??)

WRITERS NOTES:: bro the photos for this fic is SO ass but this is lowkey cute 😍

TAGS:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb @mariejuli

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you always liked his hands.

not just because of how they look, long fingers, strong grip, pretty rings, but because of the way they move when he talks.
like he’s telling you a story, even when he’s not saying anything at all.

he’s sitting across from you on the couch, legs stretched out, your feet in his lap.
some old record playing low on the speaker, half empty glasses of wine on the table, your phone lighting up with messages you’re both ignoring.

‘what are you thinking about?’ you ask.

he shrugs. squeezes your ankle gently.

‘you. nothing. you again.’

you smile. ‘you’re obsessed with me.’

‘unapologetically,’ he says, eyes twinkling.

it’s always been easy with him.

lazy mornings. shared playlists. long drives with no destination.
he lets you draw little hearts on his hand when you’re bored.
you let him play with your necklace when he’s tired.

there’s no big drama, no messy pasts dragging their feet into the present.
just two people who ended up in the same place and decided to stay there.

you’re curled up under his hoodie one night when he mumbles,
‘i wanna take you somewhere.’

you blink sleepily. ‘where?’

‘doesn’t matter. just wanna see you in a different city. with my name in your passport and my hand in yours.’

you hum, eyes closing again.
‘that was lowkey poetic.’

‘that’s how you make me,’ he whispers.

FLASHBACK - MADRID 2021::

you were friends.

the kind that dance together at parties. the kind that text each other you up? and mean i miss you.
the kind where everyone assumed you were already a thing.

but you weren’t.
not yet.

not until that one night.

it was a house party in late july. music pulsing through the walls, air heavy with smoke and someone’s cheap cologne. you were barefoot in the kitchen, sipping something sweet, trying not to stare every time he laughed.

he found you on the balcony later, sitting on the railing, head tilted toward the stars like they owed you answers.

‘you always disappear,’ he said, stepping next to you.

‘you always follow,’ you shot back, smiling.

he handed you the bottle in his hand. you took it.
his fingers brushed yours just a second too long.

you didn’t speak for a while. just passed the bottle back and forth, the night buzzing quietly around you.

‘how drunk are you?’ you asked finally.

‘drunk enough to tell the truth,’ he said, eyes not leaving yours.

‘oh yeah? and what’s the truth?’

he stepped in closer. your knees touched.
‘that if you let me, i’d stay.’

you blinked.
‘just for the night?’

he nodded, too fast.
‘just for the night.’

you should’ve laughed it off. teased him. gone inside and let the moment fade.

but instead
you reached for his hand.

‘then stay.’

he didn’t kiss you right away.

not until later. when your makeup was off, when his hoodie was draped over your shoulders, when the world outside your bedroom felt far away.

you put on music. slow, dreamy, full of reverb and romantic delusion.

he danced with you like it was instinct. like he’d always known the steps.

and when he kissed you
you knew nothing would be the same again.

PRESENT DAY::

you find the hoodie at the back of your closet.

the one from that night, oversized, warm, still smells faintly like his old cologne even though it’s been washed a hundred times.

you tug it on without thinking.

when you walk into the kitchen, he pauses mid sip of his coffee.

you raise an eyebrow. ‘what?’

he smiles. a soft, faraway kind of smile.
‘that hoodie.’

‘what about it?’

he leans against the counter, tilts his head.
‘you wore that the first night i stayed over.’

you blink, slow.
‘you remember that?’

‘every second.’

he sets the mug down. walks over.
his hands find your waist like it’s muscle memory.

‘you let me stay “just for the night,”’ he murmurs.

you grin. ‘and look how that turned out.’

‘i’ve been staying ever since.’

you laugh into his chest. he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

[begkittiy]

Lowkey just trying to get back into writing fanfic so please be warned I’m rusty ^_^

Mdni | smut with no plot :33 | v x reader | v can’t keep himself contained next to you :P tw: somno!

Poor thing couldn’t help himself. Sleeping next to you is such a difficult task for him. So much temptation. They way your body moves up and down while your sleeping. Your idle lips, how they contort when your dreaming has v reeling. He doesn’t wanna make noise or move an inch he’s so embarrassed by how hard the scene makes him.

He lays on his back watching his cock twitch against his boxers. He loves the feeling of the soft fabric and friction it gives. A soft whimper leaves his mouth as he humps against his own boxers. Imagining your mouth wrapped around him. It’s too much ecstasy for him to handle. He’s so embarrassed by himself teasing and edging himself while you’re right next to him. That fact makes him so much more aroused. Every time he gets close he stops himself trying to draw out the ecstasy for longer. He’s in true bliss hands around his nipples. While he ruts his hips into his own boxers. His pink tip is leaking with sweet nectar. His body is tensing up he can’t hold it in for longer the scene and his imagination is too much for him to handle. His hips buck into his boxers for a final time. Ruining them. He try’s to adjust to what just transpired. Poor boy just came without touching himself ^_^.

V wobbles into the shower flustered. “At least I didn’t wake her up” he mumbles to himself.

I had too much fun writing this ^_^

[cloroxcasserole]

my thoughts about episode 4 yayyy

but it’s just me rambling about Jax for half of it. I love him 💞💞

Okay SO I do wonder if the tennis scene at the beginning is foreshadowing or smth. In ‘POMNI WAKE UP TIME TO GO ON AN ADVENTURE!” there was that one stadium looking asset (at least to me) and episode four was presumably the last one teased in that short. Maybe episode 5 was actually the one with that asset in it, or maybe it was the one used for the kinger rodeo picture and I’m just reading way too far into it. Anyway I think it’s really nice how they all interacted in the beginning. Even if we have reasonable suspicion that Ragatha secretly doesn’t really like her fellow circus members, I like how Ragatha sticks up for gangle. And also yells at Jax like you go girl! The Zooble and gangle interaction was also really nice, even though it ultimately ended bad Zooble still tried to help her and neither of them were mad when that happened. They were just like “oh, that didn’t work! Oh well!” And moved on and I just think that’s cute bc even though gangle could so easily blame Zooble for all that happened with the new mask, she didn’t. This episode was different in a sense where the mundane setting looped around to being interesting because of how much they just let it be normal, most of them just treated it like a normal job. Aside from Jax and Ragatha. And gangle in a way.

Jax didn’t really treat it like a normal job because 1. Gangle was the manager 2. It isn’t to him. Because he’s like the #2 “this is all fake as fuck”-er right behind Zooble who’s not on this list because they weren’t being rude about it. Gangle didn’t really and is in the Jax yapping section because it’s related to him and that’s because. You don’t try to hypnotize your employees. That’d be like illegal maybe. Knowing America nowadays it probably isn’t 😿

Anyway haha about that scene. Favorite scene 10/10 mentally ill over it. Why? Short answer: Jax suffers

Long answer:

When did gangle record that? Did Caine have her do it?

if so, Caine dude what were you doing?

that reminds me of how Zooble said that Caine is only nice to the humans because he likes them. Jax hasn’t really given him much of a reason to like him so maybe Caine did this as that “punishment” gangle was talking about for throwing Ragatha in the deep fryer or as I just mentioned, a punishment in general.

OR gangle just really hates Jax which I mean okay?? I have friends that have acted exactly like him what is this ❌❌. In all seriousness gangles sensitive so I actually do understand why she hates him so much, so her just deciding to do that wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility

that one tentacle drawing based off this scene

I like how the “reevaluation” kind of actually did something. He’s a little nicer (if you squint), his irises stay smaller for the rest of the episode which is an obvious sign of distress, and they only get bigger when he walks out of the building. Which is also when he’s not near anybody. So ‘safe’ maybe.

also the “wait wait nobody can see this right?” so obviously means he doesn’t want to be seen vulnerable which ID SAY that being suspended in the air by a bunch of robotic hands would be pretty vulnerable. A lot of people have pointed this out but I don’t care honestly

crazy that he just shut the fuck up when the thing started flashing like. Was he /sta hypnotized by it? Ik I just talked about that but again I lowkey don’t care

and then his smile just. Goes away when he walks out of the building?? The? Crack? In his facade??

everyone’s facading out in this episode. Gangle is. Ragatha is. And Jax is. Proof they’re the main focus of this episode and that likely means we’re also gonna get a little bit more Jax content in the next episode compared to this one. If not at least we get Jax content at all because I’m very mentally ill over him okay I’m done.

JUST KIDDING I also wanna say real quick that gangle LITERALLY masking and then jumping in front of a truck when she finally could stop is like. We love a mentally ill queen! Please get therapy and a hug though 💞

I’d talk about that more I’m tired thougg

[brunettemarionette]

Personal Ship for @f1samcro

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐱.

You and Jax are the classic "opposites attract, but in the best way" kind of ship. You're smart, grounded, loyal, and compassionate—all traits that Jax deeply needs in a partner to help him balance out the chaos of his world. Your weirdness and playful side would draw him in, giving him a place to breathe and just be. And unlike many around him, you see him, not just the outlaw. You challenge his worldview, but never judge him—you’re patient with his flaws and honest with your expectations. You make him want to be better, not for the club, but for you.

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗠𝗲𝘁

You met at a charity soccer event in Charming, something the town was doing to clean up its image. You were playing for a local team, and Jax had shown up with Abel to watch and be the "cool biker dad on the sidelines." You caught his eye immediately — not just because you were good, but because you played with heart. He wasn't expecting to be drawn in by someone so real, but you cracked through his armor faster than he thought possible.

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀

Slow Burn – There was tension for months before either of you admitted your feelings.

He’s Soft For Her (and only her) – Even when he’s ruthless to others, he’s tender with you.

Ride or Die – Once you're in, you're in. No matter what. And that scares him… in a good way.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲

Acts of Service. He’s not always great with words, but he shows you he loves you — fixing your car, leaving you coffee before early soccer practice, building a shelf for your books without being asked.

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

Jax secretly loves baking with you—especially late at night when it's just the two of you and a mess of flour on the counter.

You teach Abel how to play soccer, and Jax watches from the porch with a soft smile like, “This is what peace feels like.”

He builds you a bookshelf by hand when he sees your books piling up everywhere—he pretends it’s nothing but he’s proud of it.

You play drums in the garage while he works on his bike, sometimes syncing your rhythms with the beat of his tools.

You bake for the clubhouse sometimes — Jax pretends he hates the attention, but he lowkey brags about your muffins.

You both have a garden—your idea, but he loves watching you care for it, and occasionally sneaks in to water it before you wake up.

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴

I Wanna Be Yours – Arctic Monkeys (Devotion. Simplicity. Saying “I’m yours” without needing fancy words.)

𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻

You and Jax have three kids, each one a unique blend of the two of you — strong, sensitive, and just the right amount of quirky. Your oldest is a boy with his dad’s fire and your creativity. He’s a little rebel with a soft heart, always drumming on the kitchen table or kicking soccer balls into walls, and fiercely protective of his siblings.

Then comes a daughter, a quiet, thoughtful, and endlessly curious individual. She’s the one curled up next to you with a book, asking deep questions no 7-year-old should be asking — Jax says she’s got your soul.

And last is another girl, your wildest one — a five-year-old who talks like she runs the MC and insists on wearing a pink leather jacket to preschool. Jax calls her “Lil’ Vice President,” half-joking.

The family dynamic is loud, loving, and always moving — mornings are soccer practice, afternoons are baking messes, and nights are story time with all five of you piled onto the couch. Jax, once convinced he was destined for tragedy, looks at you all and realizes — this is what redemption looks like. Not perfect. Just real. And his.

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗛𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂

Jax like a lot about you but mainly he loves your loyalty not just to him, but to your people. You’re someone who shows up and stands up, always. That and your ability to balance him, you don’t let him spiral. You don’t feed his darkness, but you also don’t run from it.

[top10bigchungus]

found some older (2-4 years old) art that for once i dont feel like throwing up when seeing. havent drawn in a while and ive defo kinda forgotton how 2 draw like i tried doing some simple sketches but all of them were uhm shit.

starting off with some honkai (impact) drawings (sorry for being a gachaslop fan, childhood and autism were not kind to me) idk what order theyre showing up so i maybe will add like a description or whatevs if u wanna know like some thought processes type shit

BRO there was one cute but wonky sakura that DIDNT SEND (wifi so bad here i couldnt upload from mobile i had to email these to myself and then download to upload cuz idfk what happened) but oh well sorry my goat sakura

anyways we move onto the masa works design shit (god was not kind), im posting these more seperate because i was actually somewhat creative that summer a few years ago. heres uguisu baita (slapper of a song), i really liked the concept of being able to pick up the drawing to move it around kinda in the style of the pv so i went through actual effort for this ( and the next peice). i dyed the back piece of paper using tea bags (im a tea drinker britain has influenced me), and then drew the drawings on a paper which i then cut out to their sillhoette. even if its not much and the drawings are kinda ass i LOVE the concept i really did have joy seeing these so fuck yeah i defo would do shit like this again

and here mentalism maria, done in the same style as above. i once again REALLY REALLY REALLY love this one like these were so fun to make, didnt finish the concept unfortunately (as seen in pic 2) but putting all the chains n shit on the paper was super fun. process was the same but i tried to draw the background (its dogshit), idk what the random pieces of paper wouldve been for but theyre there ig

last of the masa shit, any comments on individual drawings r made on them, aside from the ban nen one. this was going to be the third fanwork in the style of the prev 2 but with the shards seen in the image of the pv standing out (now that i think about it the random extra papers on mentalism maria were probably for that) but i never finished it past the drawing. really like the face of it though

and finally, miscallenous. i think the first one was enstars i drew for my friend but i lowkey dunno thats my guess, second im guessing was an oc/persona kinda deal (i dont look like that i look worse) and im fr not sure what was going on i cannot tell you tf its actually meant to be

n e ways you could probably find a lot of my older shit floating around since i was severely terminally online a few years ago (i wouldnt be surprised if the 5 year anni of me quitting being terminally online spontaneously is this year but i actually erased a lot of that shit from my mind) it was not a good time for me though and ive grown a lot since those times so please never really bring that shit up please and thank you and good bye i know all of it looks ass but what can i say im just an ass artist

[daisyjonesgf]

How do you think more and Billy ended up making out for the first time considering muse was lowkey(not really lowkey) playing hard to get

-🌾anon

as we know muse is always telling herself she won't run into things, no rushing, she take it slow, draw him in, she really does but she can't help herself

after the first time she's played hard to get and then come back again, the next time she tries to play hard to get again too, but she's young and there's so much adrenaline, and they literally make out on the second meeting (it doesn't go further but she does make out with him)

he's bought her another drink, and they've been flirting when he's all, "you wanna see backstage, you know band privileges and all."

she's not responding until taking another drink, not even looking at him until she's done even though she's screaming in her head is trying to not act like that, "do most girls want to see how the wiring works back there?" she does look at him then.

and he's kind of taken aback by everything she says because she doesn't just say yes right away even though he knows what she's doing, and he chuckles a little, "um, yeah, they do."

"right..." she nods, taking another sip of her drink even though it's basically empty, "so you try this a lot with the poor girls just trying to enjoy their nights?"

"uh, no, I mean, not a lot, um-" he's doing that nervous chuckle thing which just endears him to her more because the air of ego is somewhat down since he's being caught off guard

"right." she's laughing, it makes muse nervous too to be flirting with someone she doesn't know, the lead singer in a band, and she's started biting at her nails without even realizing it since she doesn't have her cigarettes. "mhm. lucky me!"

he's regaining himself, leaning up against the bar, "do you usually scope out bands to flirt with week by week, or am I just special?"

"what do you think?" laying her chin on her hand to prop it up and billy is getting even closer.

"I think I'm special."

"what makes you think that?" and billy's fingers are lightly brushing against hers, grabbing the ends and looking at her fingernails. she almost feels embarrassed enough to let it throw her off her game and she looks away for a second. "maybe I'm just out of cigarettes."

and he's still got that smirk that she wants to feel against her lips so bad as he leans back enough to pull out his pack and hold the open box for her to choose one, and then he's lighting it for her too, "so?"

"so?"

"am I right?"

she's smiling a little, taking a drag off the cigarette before answering, "depends."

"on what?"

"you know alan clarke?"

"the pop singer?"

"yeah, he was my last boyfriend." she's got the cigarette to her lips again.

"oh, his stuff is terrible."

"I know."

"so, you came looking for a better genre?"

"maybe."

he's chuckling, drinking some of his beer, "god, where did you come from?"

"beverly hills." and she's laughing because she knows it makes her sound ridiculous.

"beverly fucking hills," and he's laughing again before leaning in closer on the bar again, tilting the cup in her hands, "you want another drink, baby?" and her eyes falter to his lips just a little.

"if you're offering."

and somehow he's moving in so close that she can feel his breath on her face, lips so close to hers, "i guess, the real question is if you want what you had or you want to try out something new, something exciting?" he must know that her heart has stopped that she feels like she can't breathe because he's smirking live the devil as she parts and unparts her lips, gulping, trying to regain her cool.

she doesn't move the face but puts out the cigarette, "I should really get home." she's trying to come out still sure of herself but it's probably at least a little bit shaky, and he takes a step back, chuckling, shaking his head, taking a sip of his beer. and she gets up, grabbing her jacket, "are you gonna walk me to my car or not?"

and he can't help but chuckle at himself again, "yeah, baby." standing up straight to walk her out the door but she's basically parked right out front. "how long are you gonna keep this up?"

"keep what up?"

"this breadcrummbing bullshit, I mean it's cute, but how much longer can it go on, what am I gonna get next time?"

"next time?" muse gets closer to him, "I guess you'll see what happens if there is one-"

but she's being interrupted by his lips on hers and whenever he tries to pull back she is following his lips, she ends up back against the wall by the front door, and it's like she can't get enough. it's when he double checks her age from that one ask, and after what feels like simultaneously an eternity and five minutes he pulls away and is walking back inside.

"see you next time, baby." and she's standing there in shock but totally squeals a little afterwards and parties out in her car.

[shinxeysartgallery]

How we feeling now that murder drones is ending?

I think it's so unfair that glitch is cancelling murder drones cause tadc is much more profitable like damn I thought they were better than this

To be fair, we never explicitly had a Season 2 confirmed and I don't think it's fair to blame TADC over it getting cancelled. From what I can tell, it seems like GLITCH and Liam both planned on there being a Season 2 at some point, but we also don't know what's happened behind the scenes. ANYTHING could've happened.

Maybe they didn't get greenlit for a Season 2? Even if they have enough funding and support from the fans for it, they can't move forward without that green light.

There's not enough funding or other resources for them to realistically work on a Season 2 right now. They're also working on TADC and the new Gaslight District and have also just now picked up helping Lackadaisy with funding. Pretty sure at least some of the GLITCH crew works on the main SMG4 channel's stuff as well. That's a LOT to work with from such a small company! It might be a case of they bit off more than they could chew. This could also indicate that it's a temporary thing, but they don't want to get peoples' hopes up in case they can't give us the coveted Season 2.

Liam could be feeling burnout and wants to work on something else. I believe Murder Drones is his longest running series, and it's been in production for at least 4-ish years, counting the Pilot episode. He could've very well lost motivation or be suffering from burnout in that amount of time!

The main series is ending, but it's because they're planning on doing something else with Murder Drones (such as a sequel or spinoff) instead of a Season 2. Up until about when Episode 7 dropped, the Murder Drones playlist was labeled "Season 1" and Liam has said in a past AMA that he planned on there being a Season 2 at some point. He could've discussed his plans for Season 2 with GLITCH and they collectively decided that a spinoff/sequel/etc. would be a better fit for Liam's ideas!

Those are just a few scenarios that could have caused its ending; it's not necessarily a "hurr durr we wanna ditch literally everything else we're working on because TADC gives the monies" situation. Obviously, unless Liam himself or someone actually from GLITCH comes out and makes a statement about it, we don't know for sure why or what caused it. But again, I think it's incredibly unfair to blame TADC over it.

As for my feelings on its conclusion though? Bittersweet. I'm so excited to see what Liam's got planned for the finale and I know it's going to be epic; it'll be so cool getting to see everything come to an end! But at the same time, I'll be sad 'cause it's over. No more excitedly waiting and wondering what's going to happen in the next episode or wondering how the current one's cliffhanger is going to resolve. Buuuut that doesn't mean it's the end! There's still a chance we could get more official Murder Drones content, but even if we don't we've got fanworks! This fandom is one of the most passionate ones I've been in and I don't think it's going anywhere any time soon, even if we never get another official piece of content.

Personally, I'm going to keep working on my AU and keep drawing my drones. The show ending isn't going to stop me! >:D

(Also lowkey is kinda good because after this episode, I don't have to worry about the next episode completely destroying some of my lore again. lol)

[kokiwiouma]

OK so my Hajime, assigned female at birth just goes by he/him

i came up with this bc 1. i am a girl and we the player play danganronpa as Hajime 2. saw somebody draw hajime with a mullet and it came to me this way 3. his chest size, i know that's nothing but this is my au and if you wanna take up arms with me im not going to argue the issue if you don't like my ideas leave me be cause the first person who tries to come in here and argue with me is getting your ask deleted or blocked YES I CAN HIT THE BLOCK BUTTON

my Hajime is Izuru's sibling and Makoto's cousin, Nagito and Chiaki are his roomates but the house ironically is in Nagito's name and It was Nagito by himself until Hajime moved in and Chiaki soon came after. Later on at some point she got her own place but she doesn't live there she just kinda is here all the time and she's thinking of giving it to one of their friends.

Now we are going into other characters cause this was supposed to only be about Hajime but it turned into something else

Makoto,Byakuya and Kyoko are roomates but Makoto started dating Junko and Bya didn't really vibe with that so he told him if she's gonna stay here your gonna have to go and Kyoka got on him about it so now Makoto lives next door, they live in a apartment. Junko wants to own a house

Junko used to date Nagito when she was crazy but she slowly came to "yo, i need some help im wack" and they broke up

Nagito also dated Mikan but she was wack as well he also dated Ibuki and it's kinda hard to tell if he's dating either of them he doesn't make mention of his love life. Hajime wants the tea lowkey Chiaki already understands and refuses to let Hajime in cause that aint her business.

Chiaki and Junko are worsties

Chiaki is also always over at Maki's house.

Maki and Tenko are roomates they live in a actual house.

not sure about everyone elses situation but before Hajime moved int with Nagito he lived with Fuyuhiko i honestly might just move everyone in together cause why not?

Kazuichi,Fuyuhiko,Peko i guess Mahiru,Hiyoko, and Mikan live together Nagito can't really stand living with Mikan so he can't live with them cause they had a lovers to toxic relationship and he doesn't want to go back but he;s weak to her so he understands he can't put himself in that kind of situation where he's around her so he stays away.

Mikan doesn't give a crap i love her honestly i do

Kotoko is freshly adopted into Nagito's famliy he has a hard relationship with Leon who is also his brother and Rantaro is Nagito's step brother, Nagito,Kotoko and Leon got adopted into his family when Nagito was homeless he lived with Rantaro for a little bit before he got his own place with Kotoko

There is so much stuff about them in my head that is so random like im still including the ultimate stuff but like nobody killed anybody but i don't know how to incorporate that into the story like they aren't normal people the killing game happened? i guess? but it was like a simulation that is everyone is traumatized from the world did get destroyed a little bit i guess? i don't know i don't know how to fit the puzzles together yet

[woolying]

!!! 2024 art summaries yayy !!!

is my handwriting legible ??? it doesnt matter this is moreso just for me lol

also i really struggled finding things to put on the timeline bc the beginning of the year i was sooo Artblocked i didnt draw at all and the end of the year all i have are wips and sketches... the struggler

regardless this was a good art year for me i think!!! lots of highlights yay see yall next year <333

(past art summaries and more yapping below if u care...)

reminiscing and revisiting:

2023

i miss u kirizono........lowk i peaked here

goal: better composition -> tbh no i havent done anything too compositionally difficult... character(s) on colored background galore

goal: let ocs be seen -> i posted One(1) Once...barely... but im working on them more than i was before so i need them to be more fleshed out before i let people see them. But i am so obsessed with them now so i think its a win regardless

goal: do more studies, stop struggling!! -> i havent done many more studies but i havent been struggling that much?? do i have a better understanding of things or have i not left my comfort zone... actually that will be another goal

2022

the last time a variety of colors were seen in my art 😔💔 may they rest in peace

"lineless/rendering! ended up being not for me lol" -> i love rendering now never give up !!

goal: artstyle consistency -> not rlly lol but its fine im exploring <3

goal: better landscapes/backgrounds -> this is once again the goal for next year we'll get it this time for sure 🙏

goal: be cringe publicly! have fun! -> i am having sooo much fun but im not cringe i am so based actually... also the move from twt to here has done wonders for me. I used to be so scared and miserable all of the time about art but its chill here

reflecting:

lowkey i feel like i regressed this year in terms of skill which is kinda sad,,,, i havent drawn a background in ages, my anatomy is still kinda bad and inconsistent, idk how clothing works, etc what ever

but maybe im just being critical bc of the skill/knowledge curve thing!! at least thats what im telling myself <3

however also im trying new things that are like not related just to just illustrations (which i used to be the only thing i drew ever). like im getting back into designing ocs and coming up with aus/stories (ive always been such a bad uncreative writer its not even funny but im trying anyway!!) and im using my sketchbook again and ive tried animation ?!? which i used to say i would never do bc it seemed so hard (it still is) so maybe im just like expanding outward instead of deeper idk if thats a good thing or not ...master of none maybe

but tbh its all good honestly im just yapping bc i really am just enjoying art!! i love drawing and i love sharing my art and i love drawing other peoples ideas and !!!! yippppeeee

soon i hope i get more confident and share more of my own ideas, i feel like the art i draw is ??? not that deep or exciting just characters Who Are There or just like mildly pretty. I wanna be able to tell stories and show emotions and such in my art ykno?? but thats so hard

i wanna share ideas more but i feel like i cant unless i have art attached to it?? (part of why i wanna practice comics, bc some of them are easier to share that way) and also im just scared i guess lol. But maybe i just need to get over myself and just do it!!!!

Any Way, i love being a drawer next year we will Grow🌱🌱🆙

[ningtual]

can't believe all my roommate's friends were so actively working against me when it came to who gets the big room with the balcony attached to it and in the end she actually got it....

[vampwritesstuff]

dating xavier headcanons?Thanks bb

Dating Xavier Thorpe Would Include ~

Hi anon ! Hope you enjoy these hcs ! I’ll totally be adding more as I think of them, so check back every once in a while to see if I’ve added more!

Warnings : swearing, cause I have a dirty mouth lmao

Masterlist

Dating Xavier would include…

Long nights spent in his shed, drawing, studying and just generally having fun together.

Xavier is lowkey possessive of you, but not in a bad way, like yeah he doesn’t like you talking to other guys but he knows where to draw the line. So, possessive, but only when he needs to be.

If you’re generally a shy person, then he’ll help you when in public. Like telling someone your order at the weathervane or asking for help when shopping.

Xavier just adores you, literally every aspect about you is his favorite. Your eyes? Favorite part about you. Your lips? Favorite part about you.

He MELTS anytime you say his name or nickname and especially when you smile at him.

Xavier loves to spoil you, he can’t help it. You like a shirt in a store? He buys it for you to wear on your next date. You find a cute stuffed animal at a carnival? You bet your ass he’s playing until he wins it. Obviously you tell him no and he pouts everytime.

“It’s just a shirt, Xav. I don’t need it, I have plenty.” “But I wanna spoil you.”

He can tell when you’re having a rough day, he knows you so well that he can tell when you haven’t slept well or you’re stressed about homework or exams.

When you haven’t slept well, he’ll let you use him as a pillow to rest your head on during lunch or free time.

If you forgot to study for an important test or do the homework, then he’ll go over key points and information with you or give you some of the answers to at least get a decent grade.

He enjoys drawing you, and you love to pose for him. He’s drawn you so many times, he has like 10 sketchbooks full of just drawings of you.

“Could you move your head to the left?” “Of course, babe.”

CUTEST PETNAMES FOR EACH OTHER OMG. He’ll call you things like darling, or his muse. You’d call him something cheesy, like bear or bubba.

If you’re also an outcast at Nevermore, you’re always sneaking into each others dorms, but usually his since he doesn’t have a roommate.

If you’re a normie in Jericho, you both will always meet up after school and on the weekends for a date. Your go to is usually the Weathervane, but if Tyler is working, you’ll just go to the park instead. Since one time you went on a date while he was working and he wouldn’t stop flirting with you, Xavier almost punched the shit out of him.

Ever since, when Tyler is working, you avoid the Weathervane.

Xavier gets so happy when you play with his hair, could literally fall asleep as you massage his scalp. He’s such a softie and will ask if you could braid his hair or help him put it into a bun.