#so i thought it would be neat to draw us all together ^^

[salmonlyster]

im feeling really normally about the 4k remaster and the release of gerards character name so here r my im not okay headcanons :ppp ive drawn frank and ray maybe once ever

more thoughts under the cut vv

okay i might make these fuckerrs into a little comic because theyre eating in my brain like a little worm.... similarly to the im not okay mv the primary inspiration is rushmore but id also want to draw from like heathers and blue monday and eltingville etc

here are some screenshots w notes on them and dynamics etc

illi: glue of the group, introduces them all to each other. for the sake of this, illi and louise are not related. name is from the 4k rendition of the mv. incredibly ambitious and always creates the main idea for the schemes that the group gets up to. kind of only nonbinary due to the fact that illi is an incredibly interesting name, and a very open opportunity for me to make revenge gerard even more nonbinary. their uniform is neat and tidy, not particularly out of respect for the school, but more out of awareness of their own appearance. into fashion but doesn't really know how to deal with their hair. just lets it grow out and fucks with it in the moment. croquet mallet is blue, so draws a lot of inspiration from veronica sawyer. they/she pronouns? maybe? but i lean towards they/them.

frances: placeholder name i guess? it's important for him to have the initials "FTW" to play on both ft willis/fuck the world but i think percy also works since it's a bit of a play on pencey prep. incredibly strained relationship with louise- very different personalities is a source of conflict between them. frances has the messiest uniform because he's the least put together, and has the most carefree attitude about things. hes really into being a problem but hes an unnaturally bright student when he actually gets into doing the work - taking a page from max fischers book here lmao. chipped nail polish. wears barrettes sometimes. very clever.

louise: i've always been enamored by that interview where gerard says that the band used "louise" as a nickname for mikey so i've associated it specifically with his glasses era. no last name for now but i think it has to have the same ou sound. primary inspiration for his character is max from rushmore. used to wear his hair slicked down until illi staged an intervention and forced him and frances to hang out one-on-one and style hair. neat uniform, but doesn't fit him properly for whatever reason. hand me down? transgenderism? he's just too tall? idk! connected with adults more than peers growing up and as a result is very under-socialized. involved with student leadership at the school.

ray: ughhhhh WHYYY did he have to write ray rules on the paper it would have been so fun to make a completely new name. okay anyways i just like graham and i think it suits whatever i have built for him. undiagnosed adhd and if anything a bit of a halfway point between illi and the rest of the group. illi is really intense and cannot be stopped sometimes so graham is kind of the "babygirl i was made to understand you vision" person. yeah im getting this from the hand on shoulder and sitting closer in that one scene but be nice to me im working with like. two minutes of footage as a launching point. uniform isn't buttoned, not because of carelessness, but forgetfulness. he's a little bit inconsistent about everything he does.

the school in general: rushmore style private school, kind of dying in recent years so funding and management is all over the place. mascot used to be the dogs or something but there were copyright issues with the logo and now they are the bears.

i thiiiink thats all i have for now?? im going to draw them more just you guys wait lmfao. ive always loved im not okay more than any other mv by a large margin so all things considered this is me being normal.

[prettiestlovergirl]

TROUBLE

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; slytherin!reader; spoiled!reader; ditzy!reader; semi-public sex; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it); oral fixation! reader; slight dumbification; rough sex; fingering; italian!theodore nott.

a/n: giggling and kicking my feet with this one, I LOVE ITALIAN! THEO. one of my favorite hcs. i had a grand ole time writing this one hehe. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

theodore nott thrived on things being neat and orderly.

he was reserved, controlled, proper. his hair was always perfectly styled, his uniforms neatly pressed, every single act was planned in advance, he functioned 5 steps ahead of the world.

even when he and his friends were cruel or caused some sort of chaos, it was perfectly controlled. there was nothing that could break his focus, his drive, his desire for perfection.

well, except for you that is.

you and theo had been... acquaintances for years. you had classes together, attended the same house parties, you were incredibly hard to miss. you were his opposite in every way: you were bold, impulsive, fucking chaos personified.

he liked controlled actions, carefully planned out steps, and neat perfection and you? you liked everything but.

he should have wanted nothing to do with you, should have been appalled by you but.... it was exactly the opposite. everything about you seemed to draw him in. your charming smiles, your hissed demands, your expensive taste, everything about you fascinated him.

something about you made him want to lose control, to let you drive him insane. being around you felt messy, felt like playing with fire, he should have never been alone with you.

being alone with you meant thoughts of letting you ruin him completely and letting him ruin you ran wild, so he always made sure to have a buffer or three to keep you at arm's length.

but when snape asked if anybody could tutor you... he couldn't resist offering his services, being your knight in shining armor. you'd just looked so desperate, with your glossy pink lips sticking out in the sweetest little pout.

now, however, he was seriously regretting allowing himself to think with his dick instead of his rational brain. you were so close he could smell the fucking strawberry scented shampoo you used and the way it mixed in with your expensive perfume.

theo prided himself on his self-control, so really, it was pathetic that 40 minutes with you sitting across from him had him so tense. he tried to focus on helping you, but you consistently pulled him off course.

you hated studying, hence the need for a tutor. you could never focus, it was just so boring. especially right now, when you had the theodore nott helping you out. how could you be expected to focus on potions when you could pick the brain on the most poise and proper man in your year?

you couldn't help but tease him a bit, i mean, you figured he was indestructible. you joked around and flashed him flirty little smiles, relishing in every teasing comment or joke you pulled out of him.

eventually, theo couldn't take it anymore. he was one pink-tinted glossy smile away from grabbing you right then and there. he excused himself abruptly, lying about needing to find you another book. really, he just needed a second to breath strawberry-free air and calm himself down.

but you had to follow him, didn't you? you just had to follow him into the secluded section, hands behind your back, pouty lip caught between your teeth. "are you alright, theo?" you questioned, eyes full of concern as his name rolled off your tongue perfectly.

and that was all it took for his last shred of self-control to break.

it had taken you completely by surprise. one moment, you were afraid you'd upset him, going to follow him and apologize for your teasing. the next, he'd murmured a quick "fanculo" (fuck it) and crashed his lips onto yours.

the kiss was rough and unrestrained, not at all how you'd imagined he'd have kissed. you thought it would be chaste and sweet, all proper like him. the roughness, the desperation of it all had you moaning on impact in both surprise and delight.

theo relished in your moan, pushing his tongue past your lips and teeth to explore your mouth. his tongue moved so expertly; it made your brain go a little fuzzy. his tongue drew moan after moan out of you.

his long, nimble fingers expertly unbuttoned your shirt before tugging your bra down just enough to expose your mouthwatering tits to him. the cool library air made your nipples harden instantly.

"merda, guaio." (shit) he swore, pulling away from your lips to admire all your exposed flesh. he watched as your chest heaved while you caught your breath. "you gonna be quiet for me, mio tesoro?" (my treasure) he asked, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples while his eyes stayed on yours.

it took a moment for you to even register that he was talking to you. your mind was spinning with a million different thoughts but you still found yourself unable to come up with a coherent sentence.

it felt a little like you had whiplash. you couldn't quite believe that the perfect and oh-so-calculated theodore nott was currently swirling his tongue around your nipple in the middle of the library.

"i asked you a question, guaio." he cooed, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh and making you gasp. "yes. yes, i'll be quiet." you breathed, nodding your head rapidly as your eyes stayed trained on his. "brava ragazza." (good girl)

his words burned into your skin, the wetness between your thighs practically gushing over your panties while he continued to suck and lick both of your nipples until they were coated in his saliva.

"t-theo.." you whimpered softly, biting your lip harshly as one of his hands trailed under your skirt, fingers brushing against the wetness soaking your panties. "please..." you gasped.

the sound of you whimpering out his name drove him fucking insane, his hands quickly sliding your panties off and shoving the damp fabric into his back pocket before brushing his thumb over your swollen clit.

you mewled out in pleasure, his smooth thumb making your vision get a little hazy. "so fucking wet, guaio." he groaned quietly, continuing to rub your clit with his thumb.

you didn't see when he pushed a finger deep inside, making you cry out before his free hand smacked over your mouth. "gotta be quiet for me, or i'll have to stop." he hissed, making you whine at the idea of him stopping anytime soon.

"'m s-sorry." you moaned against his palm, hand latching onto his arm. you brought two of his fingers into your mouth, sucking them and coating them with your saliva in order to help keep you quiet while he consumed you.

he played with your body with ruthless precision while you writhed in pure bliss, free hand gripping onto the bookcase beside you as you moaned around his fingers.

he pushed a second finger into you and then a third, stretching your puffy walls out over and over with his thrusts. your knees were practically shaking when his fingers crashed into that familiar, gummy spot that made your toes curl.

he forced his fingers further down your throat once he hit the spot, keeping you from screaming out in pleasure while you came all over his hand.

theo relished in your pussy walls fluttering around his fingers, the squelching sounds of your wetness coating his hand making his trousers feel fucking unbearable at this point.

he pulled his fingers out of both your holes, letting you catch your breath for just a second before shoving his cum-soaked fingers back into your mouth. "clean them for me, will you guaio?" he cooed, a borderline deranged smirk on his face as you did just that.

"cazzo, i can't enough of you." (fuck) he huffed, pulling his fingers back out and spinning you towards the bookcase. he pressed your face lightly against the bookcase, bringing his hands down to quickly bring his cock out from his pants.

you gripped onto the bookcase for support, face pressed against some old atlas' no one ever used anymore will your nipples scraped the smooth wood.

"you're gonna be the fucking death of me, guaio." he hissed, before lifting your skirt back up and thrusting roughly into you. you gasped and moaned against the shelf, unable to help yourself before his fingers pushed back into your mouth.

you gagged and sucked on his two fingers while he thrusted roughly into you, muffling his grunts and groans of pleasure into your neck. his lips latched onto your sweet spot, teeth scraping over it repeatedly as he fucked you.

"so fucking tight, guaio. such a good fucking girl for me. you drive me fucking insane." he grunted, each word followed by a fast and rough thrust and made your whole body shake with pleasure as he fucked you.

his free hand gripped your waist tightly, keeping you from rocking the shelf as best he could while he moved roughly in and out of you. your tongue swirled around his fingers, muffled babbles about how fucking good you felt escaping your lips.

the neat and pristine man relished in turning you into a dumb, babbling mess. your own drool and saliva coated your chin as he fucked you.

it wasn't long before your legs started quivering and your pussy walls started to clench tighter around him. "'m gonna- f-fuck, 'm gonna cum!" you whined, the wet sounds of you gagging on his fingers and his cock pounding your pussy drove you insane.

theo bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing himself to stay quiet while he lost himself in your tight walls. his eyes were fixed on where you two were connected, the sight of your arousal creating a creamy white ring around his cock nearly sent him over the edge.

"cum for me, guaio. be a good girl and cum on my cock." he cooed in your ear, gripping your hip even tighter to fuck deeper into you until you coated his cock in your cum.

you had a couple tears running down your cheeks, mascara clumping as he continued to fuck you hard and fast until he reached his own high and painted your walls with his cum.

he buried his now sweat covered forehead into the crook of your neck, trying to catch his breath while you panted. he pulled his fingers back from your mouth, letting them drag over your kiss swollen lips and chin.

theodore nott had fucking ruined you and he was sure you had done exactly the same, he had the crescent shapes etched into his arm to prove it.

"what does guaio mean?" you asked suddenly, absolutely butchering the pronunciation as you blinked your doe eyes at him. you would have looked so innocent if it weren't for the saliva and streaks of black.

"it means trouble, bambola." (doll)

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[randomfillername]

Random thoughts/hc I have about clinical trial (I did the double accept ending so this is for that).

(SPOILERS)

Angel works at home doing art and commissions while Lee still works his normal job. Lee helped them build a loose schedule and tried to help set up stuff to get the commission money. He doesn't know much about marketing (who wouldn't like their art) or making art so everything else is on angle and he encourages them however he can. (I don't know how artists make money or if patron existed in this timeline). Angle doesn't need to work but they mentioned kinda feeling like a burden so Lee wants to help them feel more independent.

The furry stuff Angel draws reminds Lee of the anthropomorphic animals in his childhood books. The religious ones his mother used to read him before she decided he was too old for it. He doesn't remember her reading them he just remembered that it was a thing and saw it happening with his younger siblings. When his mom would pass out before the younger kids he'd try to read to them but sometimes she'd wake up and yell at him to go back to his room. Angles animals are much more colorful and unique, full or life.

Angel starts living sticky notes with cute little doodles for Lee around the house. Their only sticky for a few day so Lee started to keep them in a folder but he feels super guilty over it because he feels like he's slowly repeating the shrine incident. He even keeps some napkins Angle doodled on. He eventually shows it to angle while apologizing for having it.

I feel like lee got super attached to objects as a child, especially those given as gifts. He kept the old socks he was given as a child even when they were riddled with holes, he kept broken glasses/cups, old clothes he outgrew, bus tickets from a day out, packaging/wrapping paper all hidden in a little space in his room. His parents found it and freaked out on him for hoarding it. He just didn't want anything to go to waste, he should be thankful for all he's given. Other than that he was a very organized kid. He wants to keep his place neat so now he only gets/keeps things he really wants

The blue Turkish floor lamp. I have thoughts on it. Lee likes the reflection from it and his stained glass window. As a child he was enamored by the stained glass at his church. Anyways I can't tell if I want angels hair to remind him of the lamp at home or if I want him to have the lamp because it reminds him of Angel. I'm leaning towards him already having it tho.

Angel starts attending a nearby community College part time for art classes. It's mostly to meet other people.

Sometimes they stay a bit late to hang out with someone or continue working on a piece so Lee would just wait in the car. Angel encourages him to wander around (angle was wondering behind the plexiglass in my run so I hc that they like wandering around places.) Lee ends up finding an entomology class so he just sits in the back happily listening the entire time. He trys to draw some of the bugs too (for scientific purposes). He might also find some biology classes too. He's not enrolled in the classes he's just there in the back. Maybe he listens to the professors like podcasts while studying. The students think he's a security guard the professors don't care. (Idk what community College is like but I once chilled in a horticultural class by accident and the professor just accepted it until I told him I didn't need the handout because I don't study this)

I also like angle going to a community center. They get to do art classes, maybe they volunteer to teach kids how to draw. The shy kids flock to them. Maybe Lee takes some beginner classes too.

Lee is very nervous to meet angels new friends. He's worried they'll think he's a creep even with the abridged version of how they got together. (I wanna maybe write a fic about this because Lee is definitely in the wrong but also their where both incredibly lonely so I wanna explore that)

Lee doesn't feel Like a creative person, he feels like he lacks imagination. He can't really make an image in his head and put it to paper like angel can. Angel tells him he is creative, he made the doll by hand (they emphasize not making another doll). As a kid he learned some sewing skills from his sister and mom but then got told it was “women's work” so now he usually only uses it to mend his clothes. He starts sewing again and makes some plushies (shrimps, rabbits, their sona, ect) then gets into clothes. He feels a little embarrassed about making clothing at first but then he realizes he can make angel outfits. (I might make a short fic of Lee making Angels bunny sona plush and than freaking out because it's a sona so he doesn't know if it's crossing the line again. Angle actually thinks this one is cute though.)

He was told to avoid “women's work” so now he sucks at cooking. He doesn't believe that, he was just never given the opportunity to learn and was never interested in learning once we left the religion.

Angel bakes cute animal themed feed. Lee thinks it's too pretty to eat but he can't keep it forever so the next best thing he can do is eat it. He likes it and feels that it brings him closer to angle. He's put on a few pounds from it.

(I'm projecting and also I thought this before I saw the reject ending) I feel like lee would really like chilling in corners. Like if he knows hes going to repeatedly go to a a place he's picking a corner to chill in and that's his corner now. His day is off if someone is in his corner. Why have you taken His mentally assigned spot?

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I'm 100% projecting but angel tries to get into a physical hobby (Lee is very stoked about this!) So they do rock climbing and Bouldering. They don't wanna Crack their head open trying it outside so Lee buys them a subscription to a climbing gym. Angel kind of sucks at it at first but they get a climbing kick and keep trying. Their not very tall so they get good at launching themselves up to grab the next rock instead of stretching to reach it. It makes them feel like an animal (in a good way) and they get to let everything go and focus on completing a task. Lee feels like he's watching his Angel fly.

[psilliguykai]

Cotard ref sheet redo!

Updated character info under the cut:

- The Soul/Mr. Capgras/Cotard/The Stars

- He/it

- SELF-iSH

- Whole’s “self” - who he is at his core. His identity and personality at its most raw form. 

- He’s the most in-tune with Will’s actual state of being (health, emotions, etc.) and considers himself to somewhat be William, but separated and with pieces of himself missing. 

- Ultimate goal is to become a Happy Healthy and Alive Whole. Unlike in CCCC, the self-destruction is left more to H/M in this one .

- Knows he needs to get Heart and Mind to work together if he wants to keep William good and well, but he’s growing incredibly tired throughout the loops. He primarily experiences Will’s worst moments and rarely gets a break. Spends most of him life trying to get these. Fuckers. to get along and he’s so incredibly done with both of them. Growing distant, but ultimately does care about H/M on a personal level and really wishes they could all be happy together.

- He gets scissors in place of a trident because I thought that could be neat :] when he pulls them out of the halo they get larger and sharper. Tbh it mostly just uses them for normal scissor stuff. Very occasional violent threats.

- Patterns depicted here are based on the Self-ish cover. In this ref they’re the hmsw colors, but could technically kinda be anything. They’re super inconsistent, both in canon for character reasons and also because. trying to keep up the same patterns every time I draw him would be torture :’] if you're drawing them you can kinda do whatever you want tbh so long as it sorta resembles what's pictured here/on the album cover.

- Most intimidating/strongest-looking. Middle in height, and worst in posture. Sleep deprived, somewhat empty and bitter but still hopeful and surprisingly optimistic.

- I’d like to think if his socks are ever shown, they’d have the same patterns as his gloves n stuff

[dark-and-kawaii]

⋆˙⟡ Enamored ⟡˙⋆

*ੈ Summary: You find yourself awakening next to a familiar Devil, and he has one last contact to offer you.

ੈ Pairing: Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

ੈ Content: Slight NSFW - Fingering - Possessive Raphael - Tender Moment

ੈ Notes: I was inspired to write for Raphael thanks to my dear @octarinecat ♡ ♡ ♡ so here’s a little something something for her!!! And all your other lovely Raphael lovers!!!!

Awakening from your slumber, you slowly stir, your eyes meeting with a much larger body next to you. He looked so at peace while he slept, his mouth partially opened, his hair no longer nice and neat, his usual lines smooth and flat as opposed to the deep ones he wore on his face during the day. Raphael’s face was so close to your own, you could feel his warm breath against your skin. As the memories of last night came back to you, a small smile grew on your lips, your inner thighs twinging with a slight ache from the strenuous activity they went through hours ago…

The first time, the second time, the third... You and your devil- your lover, had tangled your bodies together countless times, your fingers digging into his red satin sheets as your bodies joined in blissful passion and adoration for one another. You had thought he’d be reckless, careless, selfish even…

But you were so very wrong. The way Raphael moved against you, inside you, was the complete opposite of how you had imagined it. His thrusts were so strong, yet so gentle. As if afraid to break you- his little mouse, his newest treasure. His kisses were sloppy, yet so sweet and soft, filled with passion and desire that only you could quench. It was almost like he was trying to make up for lost time… And perhaps, he was. Perhaps this was the first time he had felt true affection from someone else. Your hand a tender touch against his red devilish skin.

Or maybe this was your reward for handing him the crown of Karsus. Maybe, this was what he meant when he said he would grant you a gift. Either way, you did not mind. This was the happiest you had ever felt in such a long time.

Moving slightly closer to him, you lean in next to Raphael, your bare skin grazing his much warmer body.

Raphael, a creature that tournaments and uses others as his pawn, ensnaring souls with his fancy words and contracts. A creature that could care less about the well-being of others, or their emotions. Yet, he showed you nothing but kindness, his words always speaking the truth, his actions always speaking louder than his voice he seemed to love so much. He was a puzzle, one that you wished to solve, piece by piece.

Your fingers trace over Raphael’s features while he continues to slumber, your eyes softening when you watch his arm swing around your waist to hold you. His head nestling into you and you can’t help but to hold his head gently as you caress the crown of horns atop his head.

You were no fool, you knew he was a creature of sin and chaos. But somehow, he managed to draw you in-

“Has my little mouse found herself enamored with a devil?”

Raphael suddenly spoke, a grin spreading across his lips, his eyes still closed.

Your eyes widen as he pulls you closer, your face now flushed a deep red, much like the hue of his skin. You could feel how his tail coiled around your ankle, the tip of it tickling your skin.

You try to form a coherent sentence, but your words caught in your throat not knowing if you should say yes or no.

Raphael chuckled at your silence, his eyes finally opening to look at you.

He was breathtaking.

His eyes, his skin, his voice- his everything was beautiful.

As if reading your mind, Raphael hums, his clawed fingers tracing down your body, making you shiver in delight.

Yes.

You were indeed enamored with him, and he knew.

Raphael’s grin never faltered, leaning forward he placed a scorching kiss upon your lips, his claws slipping from your back to tug the bed sheets that covered your bare form.

And as the sheets fell, his mouth trailed down the valley between your breasts.

And soon enough, his fingers found themselves inside you, curling and massaging your plush walls, his nails slightly scraping against you but not enough to cause harm. The way he pumps his fingers within you bringing you to a state of ecstasy that makes your toes curl.

“Such a sweet little mouse~ Shall I reword her once more?”

His voice was a purr, his mouth hot against your skin.

“Or perhaps... shall I make her mine, forevermore...”

Slowly, he dragged his fingers out from inside you, your slickness covering his thick digits. Gliding his fingers up to his face -his fiendish eyes never leaving yours- he brings them to his lips, his tongue curling around each digit licking them clean before snapping them in the air.

A contract appeared.

A binding contract. One that would allow you to live out the rest of your life with him.

“Do not be mistaken, dear mouse, for once the contract is signed, you shall belong solely to me. You will not wander astray, for your soul shall be bound to mine. No other shall lay a hand upon you nor claim you as their own.”

You could hear the hunger in his voice, his eyes darkening with lust, with greed. You truly would only belong to him. Your soul his to do as he pleases.

Yet, you were not afraid. No, you welcomed him, welcomed the word he had spoken.

Your hands cupped Raphael's face, your body leaning up to place a loving kiss upon his lips, “I do not wish for anyone else... Besides, what’s better than a devil you don’t know?”

Raphael smirks, his hand brushing away the strands of hair from your face, his forehead resting against yours, “A devil you do.”

[bakawitch]

Inspiration struck, and I decided to draw @gamerknight7310 's entire 2025 Community Box! Then I go sick halfway, and I could only get the portion I wanted done today...

And because I'm me, I decided to make the task even more complicated and imagine a hero for every kwami in the box using my poster child Bellamy as a conduit (I wanted to do weapons too, but I'll finish those later because I was too impatient not to post lol)

Kwami close ups and individual pics below cut:

Since I already had Drayy designed, I decided to start he whole process from them because I wanted all the kwamis to have a similar element that ties them together as kwamis from the same box. And that ended up being a sort of contrasting accent colour, like the blue in Drayy's braids! Jovv got mustard, Currio got brown, Mullch got a pale-ish red, and Ecco got this titanium blue.

Now let's get into each of Bellamy's designs! (For those who know these are all Bellamy Prime.) Faux Fur! The one with the most obvious name! I struggled a bit with how I wanted to do the fox tail on the dress because my original idea was to give her a short fur skirt that looked like a fox tail wrapped around her waist. I threw that idea away pretty quickly since I couldn’t make it look right no matter how hard I tried. I can't remember how I ended up on his open fur trimmed over skirt but I think it works!

Funnily enough, I think Bellamy would hate this miraculous and act like she had some sort of dark horrible power thrust on her. The idea of forced false happiness (how she sees Jovv's power) is something she finds deplorable. She would probably avoid using the power as much as possible and just bash in the villain of the week's head in with the hulla hoop.

Vermoire! Her name comes from ver (worm) + moire (a type of textile). It's probably the weakest design, lol. Gotta be honest, I had no idea what a worm themed hero was supposed to look like other than probably segments. Anyway, I somehow got reminded of those fluffy worms on strings, and I remembered seeing a giant boa scarf version of it somewhere, so I just decided to go with a giant worm scarf XD. Because of the power I also tried to do some kind of raincoat/cape, but I feel like that might have been too much.

We can just say that because of how disgusting Bellamy would find the application of the worm's power, she'd want as much coverage as possible. She would not want that slime anywhere near her, hence the baggy clothes! Assuming it keeps its structure, maybe it minimises how much the clothes stick to her.

Rabbit hole Miku looking mf XD Couturetail is a spin on a cottontail. The thought behind this design was something purposely cutesy but also kind of historic since the bunny's weapon is a pickaxe, and I usually associate that with archaeology. So I decided to go with a sort of commedia dell'arte mask and some vaguely renaissance inspired bodice. I also thought it'd be funny if all users inherited Currio's perpetual blush.

Bellamy would love this miraculous it would probably be one of her favourites from this batch. She gets a useful non gross power and the perfect bludgeoning weapon!

Batillon time! No real meaning to the name other than bat + something cool sounding lol. I wanted to do something sleek and neat looking so when the hyper awareness powers get activated, the user's appearance can go a little feral predator looking. And obviously, vampire influences because duh XD. I wanted to avoid doing a full bat cape, so I just opted for a little capelet. The hair I specifically imagine flaring up into bat wing like shapes whenever hyper awareness gets activated. She's purple because of he vamp influences, plus every box needs a skin colour distorting kwami at least lol.

This miraculous would be a tie with the bunny miraculous when it comes to Bellamy's favourites. She's a bit of a know-it-all, so she would want an advantage like this XD

Last but not least, it's Courbette, named after a dressage movement! Design wise, I really like Dobbin, so I wanted to do something fairly similar and incorporate riding gear for this design, too. I added a harness to the miraculous belt for extra security and to kind of look like some straps you can usually see on horses. The same goes for the shoulder harness. I wanted to keep the sporty look Dobbin had, because I felt like that would make sense for the miraculous that represents strength, so I went with a kind of fancy sleeved leotard to get a gymnast look.

Bellamy would be mostly neutral about this miraculous, I think. She wouldn't hate it, but she wouldn't love it either. It's a bit too brutish for her style. She'd probably be a decent enough user, but I could not see her as it's perma holder XD

Phew, and that's it for now! This was very fun to mess around with, and I'm hoping to get the other part of the box out sooner rather than later but we'll see XD

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A Deep Dive into Milkvan and Byler's Development: If Milkvan Was Endgame All Along, Why Was it Written Like This???

SO. I've been rewatching st with my mother, who's never seen it before. And she was a fan of milkvan throughout seasons 1 and 2. Viewing those seasons again I could see why, they're cute. However, come season 3 and INSTANT distaste. And, listen, my mother is not the consciously shipping gal. She simply routes for main character pairings as writers intend, doesn't read between the lines, doesn't nothing. And she does NOT know my own opinions on the pairing. In other words, completely unbiased, uninternet drama influenced eyes. We've now reached season 3 and, after getting through a chunk of it, I asked her,

"so what do you think of Mike and El?"

and she expressed to me that they seem to be, quote:

"not very good together."

She said El's character doesn't suit the way she's acting now (in the first few episodes, concerning Mike), that Mike is more likeable and interesting when he's away from her. She doesn't like the way they ditched the party, and when it comes to their 'making out' the scenes are seen by her from Hopper's perspective (in other words, distasteful). She claimed that they'd be much better characters as friends.

And ya know what, she's right. And I mean like - duh, that's what we've been saying all this time, I'm not stating anything new here. But guys, wouldn't it be strange if the central couple of the show, pivotal that it is liked by audiences and is rooted for by them as they are THE pair, would be so dislikable like this? So uninteresting, so cliche.

I mean, okay, let's do a little mental experiment I like to do to test if I'm not just acting delulu. Let's play a game. In this game, milkvan ARE meant to be endgame. They are in love, they were all along, and they're here to draw in viewers and appease all El stans. Now, seasons 1 and 2 their relationship is honestly fine. Surface level, yeah, people will watch and appreciate them. They perfectly blend in with all the other neat pairings of the seasons, and have their own unique character traits to stand out as a main couple.

Just pretending our mate Will doesn't exist, we now get into season 3. Now, writers have nothing to lose here. If you've finished season 2, you probably like milkvan already. The issue is that they're already together now, so what's the conflict going to be? The arc? And every central couple needs that conflict to stay juicy.

Just take a look:

Jancy: quarrels, struggle to understand one another

Jopper: not yet together, one sided? will they won't they

Lumax: ...

Lumax? Lumax. Huh, guess they were simply together. Some loveable bickering, maintained a friendly dynamic while clearly in closer proximity. Well then, writers can do the same for milkvan right? Well, yes easily. But one might argue that since they are supposed to be THE pairing they need more going on between them than that. So what'll it be? Well, it seems that writers thought,

"hey, why not break them up?"

ok so.. that's a bit risky. I mean you want people to like this ship, if you break them up then that threats: 1. there being a disliking to one or both characters, 2. coming off generic if done incorrectly, 3. the break up might make no sense considering how in love they came off as just a season ago. But hey.. it could work, if done right. Some kind of misunderstanding, similar to Jancy. Maybe an argument leading to a sudden parting. I mean, yeah, Yeah! I can see that. Perhaps Mike is being too overprotective whilst El's trying to sacrifice herself for something, so she NEEDS to separate herself from him attempting to hurt him less. Or, I dunno, something akin. What's crucial is that us, AS THE AUDIENCE, still know them to be deeply in love. I mean, we have to still want them to be together. And we've seen couple trouble before. Just take a look at Lumax season 4 - did you or did you not want the best for both of them as a pair? You most likely did. See, it's doable. So did people like milkvan season 3 the same way, even after a separation plot? No.

Okay well, there are obviously those who'll always love milkvan no matter but, see, season 3 tainted it. "We need to write them like this cause it's more realistic to teenager behavior" my ars. You can make it messy without making it icky. Not only did it sour their unique dynamic, it flabbergastingly stomped on Mike as a character.

Honestly, I feel Mike has always been a mild struggle to write. Season 1 his motivations were 'find Will' (who still doesn't exist in our mind game yet shh) and 'protect El'. This worked well for him. Afterwards though, El and Will became more separate plots to him. But as a main character it remained integral that he be closely linked to them somehow. This sets him apart from Lucas and Dustin, who can easily be given any arc any season as their plots have the flexibility of a side quest nature. Since what Mike does is meant to matter more - with there probably being a better way of phrasing that but you know what I mean - it's harder knowing what he'll do when El and Will (who we'll GET to sh.) are their own separate people. And Mike is just a boy, he doesn't have super powers and he isn't a cop, which leaves there even less for him to do which is of significance. Season 2 writers decided upon having him support Will's arc, making himself of enough relevance by being able to take credit for some Will development in the story, and the plots that surrounded that, and then Mike was thrown a little bone by being the one to come up with the idea of burning those vines in the finale.

Truthfully, you don't really remember Mike's deeds much when reminiscing the series. It isn't like Dustin who's bond with Dart sticks to everyone, or Nancy and Jonathan responsible for kicking out Hawkins Lab. This is due to them, again, being able to traverse all sorts of adventures without limits. But my guy Mike can't do dat. Sadly, this kind of leads to him coming of as a little.. well... insignificant. And I know I know, the Mike truthers are gonna come at my throat. And hey! I love him too. I only want the best for my boy.

This makes season 3 a unique case cause it seems that, for the plot they decided they wanted, writers actually had to almost entirely change his character. I mean mate s2 Mike and s3 Mike are two different peoples, don't even. And I don't believe that the Duffers had their story and character turnouts completely drawn out from the very start at all. If I was to guess, I'd assume they have vague ideas of little plots they plan to include in future, but there is definitely a lot that has come unpredicted or changed throughout st's runtime. And one of those phenomenons are Michael Wheeler. So they decided to make this guy a di-

So they decided to make him more douchy, more movie typical teenage guy. It's not as if he wholly sucked, he didn't, but he didn't really do much. Whined about his girlfriend, separated the party. I mean what even was his arc? (UnLESS–)

You see, if milkvan is written to be loved, then season 3 was strike one. All of its charm was stripped away. It seems they had some cute scenes after their reconciliation, but it's not enough. It's just sort of

"oh, ok, so they're happy with eachother now. yayy."

and Stranger Things should want to be anything but boring. Sure they often enjoy indulging in tropes, but they always do something different with them. Something standoutish. And from this point on milkvan just got dull. Either writers ran out of ideas or lost interest, honestly (still with our mind game of telling ourselves they're meant to be).

But it's okay. Look, so season 3 was a bit rocky, maybe lost a couple of fans for the guys, but it is salvageable. Easily, easily. Looks like we want a plot of Mike struggling to tell El he loves her. Great! Much to work with.

So let's get into it. Season 4! Choices were... made. And, okay, now we can't go any further without bringing in our boy Will.

Mike is intrinsically tied to Will and El and has been from the start. Maybe Will was more of an accident. Maybe s1 Will was just a plot device for Mike, then s2 Will was a plot device again and Mike needed to be there as the main boy character. Come season 3 and it seems their relationship still matters. Will was sidelined - hard - so most of Mike's moments revolved around El. But as his bond with Mike is the only one that's been properly built up, that's the only friend we'll get him interacting with in a way that matters. So the Mike and Will tie continues!

But that does not have to be the case for season 4. Now the writers have a chance.

They made Will gay.

Ok so.. ok so yeah that's fine. Yeah! I mean they didn't have to do that, might put them in hot water with the bylers since milkvan is their golden beauty but.. you know what no no that's okay. He's been hinted at being queer since episode 1, why not make it canon! Cool that works. Explore that, especially since we now have Vecna who can easily target Will for this. Give him a boyfriend! Or a guy crush. He's at a new school now? That's cool. Maybe we can explore some new male character Will's taken interest in. Hey maybe he meets someone who interests him which rises to surface his whole sexuality plot and-

he's in love with Mike.

Ok. No. No. What are you doing? What do you mean?? You didn't have to do that. Strike- strike EFING TWO mates! Strike. 👏 efing. 👏 2!

This was part 1. I am tired and gots to get my ars in bed. But ohohoh, do not worry. I am just getting started.

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TEDDY BEAR HOFFMAN OH MY GOD on lazy Sunday morning’s he just buries himself into your side. His hair is all mused and he has his whole body wrapped around you. He’s needy, he’s sleepy, I want to scream into my pillow at the thought.

AHHH this is so adorable!! teddy bear hoffman has my whole heart!!

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x (gn!) reader

Word count: 550

Warnings: none, this is super fluffy

Summary: A sleepy morning with your boyfriend <3

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking at the morning light peeking in through the blinds. You groaned softly, stretching your limbs. You made to slide out of bed, ready to make your morning coffee, when you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist, pulling you back.

“Where you going?” Mark’s sleepy voice asked.

You chuckled slightly. “Well, I was going to make us some coffee.”

He pulled you closer, your back against his chest. “Not yet.”

It was one of Mark’s few days off, one of the only days he had nothing to do. Except focus on you.

He buried his face in your neck, letting out a small sigh. You gently pulled away, just enough to turn over to face your boyfriend.

His neat hair was tousled, small pieces sticking up. His eyes, still filled with sleep, stared into your own. His arm found it’s way back to your waist, gently rubbing circles on your hip.

“Stay in bed,” he groaned, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You and Mark had been together a couple of years now, and it had taken a while to get him to show this part of himself. When he first began spending the night with you, he would hold you when you asked him to, but he had preferred to stay on his side of the bed, holding you until you fell asleep before moving to his own space.

After your first year together, he became more open, more touchy. He would pull you to him, wrapping an arm around your waist when you were in public, always looking forward to lying down with you at the end of the day.

Once you moved in together, he became the biggest teddy bear you had ever met.

He always had to be touching you, even in small ways. A hand on the small of your back, holding his arm out for you to cling to. But once you were both home for the night, lying together in bed, he had to be pressed up against you. He loved pulling you close, setting your head on his chest, or wrapping his arms around you while you spooned. He loved the feeling of your chest rising and falling as he held you, knowing that you were safe and taken care of.

He placed soft kisses along your collarbone, drawing you out of your thoughts. “Just lay here a little longer.” His arms tightened around you, running his hands across your back.

Your hands found their way to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his rustled hair. He let out a soft sigh. You ran a hand across his shoulders, gently rubbing to ease the tension he held there.

“I’m staying like this all day,” he muttered.

You laughed. “All day?”

He nodded. “I’m not moving.”

“Are you going to let me move?”

He shook his head.

You let out a contented sigh. “Love you, dumbass.”

He placed a kiss on your shoulder. “Love you too, bitch.”

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(if y'all want a smutty version, let me know👀)

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Post totk Lu Wild concept where he comes back to the group six years later with one less arm, a magic rock, and even more patches added to his champions tunic. Also I wanted to add concepts for what the light bow and arrow would look like when made with parts from the light dragon, since light arrows are infinite and appear in the bow when it’s being drawn, so that would make it easier for a single armed Wild to still participate in archery, he just has to use his teeth to draw it back.

More lore and close ups under the cut

Someone had to inherit Mineru’s secret stone, and we all know how I’m a fan of giving it to Link. Also I hate the way the batteries are clumped together in the game so I changed it. The flames are based on poes and the other beaded waist part is made of dragon parts, they have a minor healing effect.

The bottom of Wilds tunic embroidery is based on the astral observatory and the master sword room in the master sword trials, where all around the room there are landmarks from Hyrule pointing where they are on the map. So I wanted to have the post totk floating Hyrule castle as the main thing, mostly because it looks cool and bc I wanted Wilds perspective to be from the great plateau kinda. Anyway I worked hard to make it recognizable lmao.

One more thing I want to bring up is the new golden sleeve(s), the one(s) that Ganondorf burned off, replaced by fabric made of the light dragons hair. I just thought it would be neat and I feel like she would shed after not having her hair brushed in thousands of years. It glows in the dark and helps with the pain management in his amputated arm.

Edit: I forgot to mention but the placement of the secret stone is also something I thought about. I realized that since the other members of the triforce had their secret stones aligned with the center of their body (forehead, chest) I figured that it would make sense for Link to have his following the same rule. So I decided on his belt. Otherwise, it would've been lower on his chest, maybe where the triforce would be on his master sword embroidery but I didn't want to crowd the space too much and I really wanted to doodle that part to my heart's content lmao. The belt just seemed a little bare so it made sense to me lol.

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I love the Heart Pirates 🥰♥️. Would you write sth for the relationship Law and his crew (especially Bepo🐻)? Does Law love his crew just the same as he loves Cora?

Sure, this will be that post :D there isn't that many Hearts Pirates scenes in the manga, so it will probably end up being more Hearts appreciation post than strict analysis :) but I will do my best! Also I will use some neat quotes from the novel, in case you want to skip those they're all written in italics so it's easy to avoid them!

Also really sorry it took me forever to get to this ask!

Let's introduce our power rangers Sora-fanboying crew. That idea probably got born all the way back in the North Blue, when Law, Bepo, Penguin and Shachi were living together as children and sharing stories and talking into late night hours before falling asleep.

First of all, Hearts Pirates are strategists. All crewmates know their roles they have to play in a battle. There's always someone responsible for the Polar Tang, usually it's Hakugan (taking care of the ship so it doesn't get damaged is essential, because that ship is not only their means of travelling but also their home). There are people responsible for providing cover (Shachi and Penguin, Law's most trusted guys besides Bepo). There is a bodyguard - Jean Bart (or should I call him a tank? :D), making sure Law doesn't get hit when preparing powerful counterattacks.

Second of all, the biggest strength of Heart Pirates isn't their individual feats, fighting skills or not even their ace in the sleeve - the overpowered captain. Their true strength lies in their teamwork. They always work like a team, supporting each other and cooperating to help Law win his battles.

Hearts are apparently very strong in sea battles. Seems their usual strategy is to go for sinking the enemy's ship (very sly and effective). They're also good at fighting in the water, which is refreshing in comparison to many other crews depending solely on devil fruits powers.

Also RIP Polar Tang :(

Bepo has actually the most jobs to do, surprisingly. He's the navigator, he's the main attacker who often plays support for Law, but he also uses his mink/animal senses to track down enemies and instruct where each crewmate is needed! He's definitely very reliable.

“Sorry, I got nothing. If only I was a smarter polar bear… I’m no use, I should just disappear.”

“Hah hah! Just having strong legs doesn’t make you the best at peddling, Bepo. Man, you really are clumsy. You were so wobbly I thought for sure you were going to crash. It was scary just watching you!”

“Hm, you’re right. I wonder why I can’t ride a bike to save my life… I’ll just leave and figure my life out then.”

Despite Bepo's poor self-esteem, he's a really good fighter. Bepo's kung-fu (bear-fu? :D) fighting style is so unique too. Law often trusts him to "take care of things". Bepo has also one more powerful ace up his sleeve, his sulong form, though apparently he can't control it at all. It's only thanks to Chopper's rumble ball that Bepo was able to control his form for the very first time, without even a full moon visible in the sky.

Of course Bepo is also a very outstanding navigator. I mean, I dare you all to try to draw a better map with those huge paws! They're not exactly suited to hold a pen!

I do have to mention though that Law had a momentary pause before finding their current location ("around here") on this map, haha. He would never admit it though. He's so proud of his navigator! Also, keeping that map with him must have made Law happy, because he got reminded of Bepo even when he wasn't with him.

It's so tattered too and needed some tapes ;-;

Bepo is also, sort of, second in command after Law. He's responsible for new recruits who work directly under him. That gives us some sort of insight in how the hierarchy works in Hearts crew. There is Law whose word is absolute, then Bepo, then Shachi and Penguin, then the rest, then the fresh recruits.

It's not quite like in Strawhats where everyone is more or less equal in their positions. Even in the novel Law sometimes calls them friends and sometimes underlings, but in Punk Hazard and Egghead he instead calls them "nakama" (his crewmates, companions), so that apparently has changed at some point as Law grew up.

These two are my subordinates! I won’t let scum like you call them “things”!

I let out a large sigh. I have to keep it together. I have to protect my underlings. My friends.

Bepo, Penguin, Shachi. I told you to be my underlings, so I have a responsibility as your boss.

As much as Law treats his Heart Pirates as equals, his responsibility over them makes him take a higher position over them. But he doesn't interfere much in how they organize things around each other. Bepo took it on himself to be the second in command and Law never protested or questioned that. Basically their importance in the crew is based on the order in which they joined.

“Hold on, both of you ate three pieces and I only had two! You guys are new here, so you should be putting me first!” (Bepo complains while Law thinks to himself:) I should have just given them all equal portions to begin with instead of piling everything on a single plate; that’s what I think as I quietly shovel my fourth piece into my mouth.

Law himself is a bit sneaky, he might think he should make sure things are more equal around his crew, but at the end of the day he just doesn't do anything about it. They're free to do whatever they want. That's the type of captain he is.

When Wolf is out of the house, the four of us work on the farm, go fishing, clean, and do the laundry. During free time, each of us will focus on the things we want to do. I spend most of my time reading medical books and learning how to use my power. Bepo uses his time to study navigation. Penguin and Shachi simply have a desire to get stronger. But since their way of doing things didn’t allow them to improve, I had to borrow weapons from Wolf and teach them swordsmanship and gunnery. Seeing someone I'm teaching getting better at it is more rewarding than I thought it would be. Whenever I see how happy Penguin or Shachi are when they hit the bullseye, I can’t help but smile.

Law also trained them all by himself.

But back to Bepo. He's also a bit of a silly bear who needs to be looked after. He doesn't stand the heat very well, he's a bit of a slow thinker, he also panicks very easily and often calls out to Law to save him or stay with him. And that feeling is usually mutual, because Law also wants to take care of him:

“Don’t worry, Bepo. Even if you get injured and covered in blood, I’ll fix you up at the clinic.”

“Assuming I do get injured! Aye-aye!”

Hah hah. What a goof.

Bepo is a bit like a younger sibling to Law, he can be strong but also very clumsy and silly, and it for sure appeals to Law's protective side. He kinda stepped up (it was probably subconsciously) to be a temporary older brother figure for him in absence of Zepo. He was ready to throw away his Wano's raid plans just because Bepo had a stomachache and asked him to stay by his side. Bepo is also the only person Law has any sort of physical closeness with. Those two grew really close with each other.

But Bepo is dependable when it matters. He was also a guardian of Whale Forest back on Zou, so Law isn't the only one who recognizes that quality in Bepo.

“Law, I brought you some hot tea. It’s made with tea from the old man’s garden. He said it helps calm nerves.”

“Thank you, Bepo.”

“No problem. You’ve been having nightmares a lot lately.”

“I know. I must be worrying Penguin and Shachi too.”

“You don’t want to talk about it?” Bepo asked with an earnest look on his face.

“No; right now, I can’t get my own thoughts together, sorry.”

“It’s fine. But I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.”

Law is close friends with Penguin and Shachi as well, but it seems it's Bepo he confides in most of the time. It might be because Bepo shows his concern and care very openly, making it especially hard for Law to refuse or dismiss it. And it's a good thing, because Law really needs someone openly caring and loving like Bepo in his life.

Bepo is clearly higher in command than Penguin and Shachi, and they both respect him despite the rocky beginning of their friendship:

“That's what you thought while they beat you?”

“Yes. I thought if I let them do it, maybe we could become friends.” Friends. It’s a word I hadn't heard in a long time. I no longer have any. They were all burned in a fire. (…) As my mind wanders, I begin to wonder why a polar bear is here, alone. Actually, if I think about it, he’s probably just like I had been before. I've become a little more interested in his situation.

Law's crew respects him and looks up to him, but they also voice out their own opinions and approvals or lack there of. They also occassionally allow themselves some really lewd comments, like in the picture above :D I bet you anything they would also call out Law on acting cute if they saw him with Chopper strapped to his head.

Damn, Penguin even looks like he's a bit jealous of Chopper's position. They fanboy Law so much despite being slightly older than him!

Shachi and Penguin are Law's intel and watchers. Penguin seems to be the smarter one out of the two of them, basing it on the rational comments he makes. But Shachi's skills in the water are also nothing to sneeze at! And as a bonus skill, Shachi apparently cuts the hair for others in the crew.

“Hey, you two.” I call Shachi and Penguin calmly. “You have nowhere to go, do you? I know you can't go back to your relatives' house either.”

“That is the only place we would never return to.”

“Alright; then you won't. Be my subordinates. And for now, you can live here.”

The four of us—myself, Bepo, Penguin and Shachi—have experienced immense loneliness in this world, and somehow managed to overcome despair.

I think it's possible Law recruited everyone in his crew in similar fashion (of course his first three friends remain special regardless). He seems to have easier time to relate to people who know how despair feels like and he wants to help them leave that feeling behind, to see things from a different perspective, to show them that no matter what, there are still probably other ways out, and if there aren't, he will make one happen.

Heart Pirates are also responsible for lesser tasks so that Law himself doesn't have to do it, like keeping an eye on Luffy.

Some Hearts, like Clione, Uni and Ikkaku even disagreed with the idea of the alliance. At first I thought Law told his crew that they don't have to get along with the Strawhats, because he respected that some might feel uncomfortable doing that, but nah, in the end it was just payback for Luffy not introducing Law to his own crew properly.

It's not the only time Law's crew complained to him so directly. When they were supposed to enter the New World, Law told them they need to wait and that they need to shut up and listen to him, because they should trust his plans. Despite his crew's big enthusiasm and competitive spirit, they were actually a bit scared to enter the New World, because when they saw beasts in the calm belt they definitely panicked a bit. So Law's decision was probably the right course of action.

Bepo also isn't afraid to scold his captain, when Law stares at yonko instead of escaping Marineford or when he chooses to drop down the waterfall in Wano. Law always seems to win each and every time tho. They also have no fear on calling him out for showing off ;)

Let's not forget that despite the fact that Heart Pirates can voice their complains openly, they were still kinda left in the dark and learned about the alliance from the newspaper. Ouchie, Law :D Nami might have a point when she said Law is just like Luffy.

They're very loyal, not only to Law, but to each other as well. They also share their duties on Polar Tang, like cleaning or maintaining the submarine, all together.

“You… no, the lot of you can really help others without asking anything in return, huh.” (Wolf about Law, Shachi, Penguin and Bepo)

Shachi, Penguin and Bepo always accompany Law wherever he goes.

His whole crew protects him whenever they can.

And of course they love him so much. Law might be a grumpy captain, but he for sure returns the love he received from them, in his own way. Let's not forget Bepo, Penguin and Shachi were there for him when he lost everyone again, after what happened to Cora-san. They basically supported each other in their biggest time of need.

Despite some of them protesting, they all get along with Strawhats in that alliance in the end :) Hearts are also very fun loving people, who definitely like to party :D

Law might be quite overprotective about his crew, but he does trust them enough to take care of themselves and pick their own battles in the Onigashima's raid. Hearts also worry for Law a lot and cheer him on and celebrate his won battles ❤

“Hmph. Well, alright then. It’s just that when you’re not feeling well, the rest of the lot are out of it too.” (Wolfe said this to Law, suggesting that whenever Law is feeling under the weather, it affects his friends)

I have to act strong. I have to act cool. If I stay gloomy in this situation, the other three will continue to live in fear. I can’t let that happen. (Law to himself)

At first Law didn't think much about his responsibility over his crew, he learned that along the way and thanks to Wolf's guidance. He decided to do everything he can so he can protect his friends and show them that they can rely on him, and they make sure to return the favour.

Now let's take a moment to celebrate Penguin and Shachi being little horny perverts ;)

In the end, I'm the only one scolded by Wolf. Bepo and the other two look at me like they are sorry, but I know that tomorrow things will be exactly the same. Since we’ve been living together, I’ve learned that these three will forget their transgressions in a day’s time.

This is probably another reason why Law chooses to ignore most of Hearts antics :D

I gotta say Shachi is certainly having hots for Penguin, basing it on this image ;) or at least he would be even more into him if he had, well, bigger tits.

Now we all know Law left his crew on Zou so that Doflamingo doesn't use them against him in the fight. But did you ever wonder why Law recruited Jean Bart into his crew? Saving a slave is one thing, but taking him into his crew is another. I think Law cares for his crew so much that he recruited someone strong and experienced as a captain who can take care of them in case Law can't (in time of need when he's missing in action, but also in case something went horribly wrong and they would be left without a captain). Recruiting Jean Bart was a strategic move and I believe it's to make sure someone takes care of the Heart Pirates in Law's absence.

“I definitely want to see my brother," Bepo said after a long silence. “It’s fun living here with everyone and all, but sometimes I think of him. I wonder if he’s doing okay, or if something happened to him. That’s why I’ve continued studying navigation since I got here. I’m terrible at it, but I can finally draw maps. So I definitely want to set out to find my brother some day, I think.”

This is one of the reasons why Heart Pirates ventured into Grand Line, besides Law's motivation to fullfill Cora-san's wish. He actually made sure to fullfill Bepo's wish before his very own one!

And finally, to answer your second question in the ask: does Law love his Heart Pirates as much as he loves Cora-san? I will allow Law to speak for himself, quoting the novel:

What was Cora-san for me? We had no blood relationship, and we didn't even know each other that long. Yet somehow, we were family. A love that could be felt without even putting it into words. I was wondering if I could love someone like that again. If I stay with Junk-ya and the bear, can I come to love them? Or will it continue to be a give and take relationship, as the old man says, where we just use each other?

After Wolf signed his name, we all followed suit. Seeing all our names next to each other on the paper, it’s strange. It is almost like we were a family.

Actually, we all looked happy, myself included. This place is definitely irreplaceable to me, I realized once again.

I can’t keep looking backwards; I have to move forward. Together with the happiness of being with friends, no matter how much I waver.

I found some salted fish that was on sale, so I bought it. In my head popped the pleasantly surprised faces of Bepo and the old man, and the expressions I imagined soon became my own.

Two months have flown by since the five of us started this life together. Eating meals, bathing, thinking of games to play, and bullshitting together under the same roof. It's the type of life I had never experienced until now.

But I have friends now—I have people who can allow me to forget the pain and the rage by distracting me with stupid things. That’s all I need.

And in case you wonder how did Law ask them to become a pirate crew together, here you go:

“I'll be leaving the island in a week. What do you want to do?” I ask them the question, trying to stay as natural as possible. “I will not force you to do anything. You can very well continue to lead the same life, to eat with the old man by exchanging jokes and get on with your job in town. Only, if… if you ever… wanted to come, then… that… that would help me a lot.”

(and after they all enthusiasthically agree:)

“Alright, I know I can count on you. That's all I'm saying.”

And from that moment on, Law gives them a name: Heart Pirates. Because they're a crew that belongs to Law, but also to Cora-san, and that's the meaning behind the name. If Cora-san lived, Hearts would be *his* crew as well. In some alternative reality, they could all be happy together sailing the seas.

So I guess, my final answer is: Law loves them because he found friends in them, his new family, and he wished he could share this happiness with Cora-san as well. I doubt there are many people out there who would get that privileage! Heart Pirates are definitely irreplaceable to him.

[rathenarts]

@vole-mon-amour very kindly asked me last week if I had any tips for keeping cross stitch neat. (Thank you so much for the kind words!) I've realised I could write an essay on what I consider to be the best cross stitch techniques, but since I have ADHD it will take me a ridiculously long time to write said essay and then I'll get stuck on trying to figure out the best software to draw stitch diagrams and it just won't get done at all. >_> So instead I offer this short illustrated version with some tips that I've personally found work well for me. My illustration samples are worked on binca so it's easy to see, but the principles are the same on any fabric. So, here we go:

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- I always separate my floss strands one by one and then lay the number I need back together. Pulling out two or three at once and then sewing with them like that adds a bunch of twist and tangling that makes the stitches look bumpy.

- I stop and untwist my thread regularly to get rid of any excess twist.

- Further to the above, I make sure that if I'm using two strands as is usually the case for cross stitch, they lie parallel to each other in each stitch. This is easy to do by gently separating and steering the strands with the edge of your nail as you pull the stitch through. The picture below shows the difference it can make (I used two colours so it's easy to see) - parallel on the right, pulled through without separating on the left:

- I make sure the second stitch of each cross points the same way each time; and if there are any half stitches, I point them the same way as the second stitch of the crosses, not the first stitch. So, as in the above picture, I've worked the upper-left/lower-right diagonal first, then the lower-left/upper right diagonal second; any half stitches would also be lower-left/upper-right. This gives the finished piece a nice consistent sheen, as the light hits all the stitches at the same angle.

- I try never to overlap or split one stitch with another, and to make sure each stitch is in not just the correct hole, but its corresponding corner of each hole. See below - I try to make sure each hole looks like the centre hole of the version on the right, not the one on the left:

This can require a bit of careful poking with the needle to get each stitch to come out on the correct side of the ones already in a hole, but I find it worth the effort.

- I always work each stitch as a single entity - I never do the Danish style where you do a row of half crosses and then come back to complete it, because I don't like the effect it has on the tension to have all the stitches on the back pulling the same way. I prefer to have a fairly even mix of stitch directions on the back - down, across, and diagonal. This also frees me to think about exactly which way and in which order I'm going to place my stitches, which makes the next tip easier:

- Wherever possible, when I'm choosing which of the two possible holes to come up and go down through for a given diagonal stitch, I will come up through the hole with the least stitches already in it, and go down through the one with the most stitches already in it. This tucks the existing stitches down neatly as I complete the new one, instead of pulling them up. If I absolutely have to come up through a hole that already had the other three stitches in it, sometimes I'll poke the needle back in a little from the front when the stitch is finished, just to nudge everything back down.

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I do have more thoughts than these, but I'd need more diagrams and illustrations to explain things like my preferred stitch order and working patterns; if people want to see those (and can recommend any software that's good for drawing stitch diagrams!) I would be happy to give it a go but it would take me a while longer. Thank you for reading and I hope something here is helpful to you!

[novamariestark]

A Little Bit of Paradise

Summary: Hank let some stubble grow. And you LOVE it

Warnings: SMUT 18+, piv, oral (m+f), unprotected sex, pet names, reader is a little bratty (if you squint), crappy title, but I couldn't think of anything else 🤣

Word count: 1619

Fandom: Chicago P.D

Pairing: Hank Voight x Reader

You used to think you preferred Hank clean shaven. Boy, were you wrong. That stubble felt so amazing against your sopping wet core. It just seemed to add to your pleasure when he was buried between your legs, feasting on you as if he hadn’t tasted you in months.

"You like that?" he murmured, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes.

“MmHmm” was all you managed to reply in between shallow gasps and breathy moans. His rough, warm hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he continues to pleasure you in a slow, tortuous way.

Ever since he found out your attraction to his stubble, he did this, purposely. Drawing out as many orgasms as possible, keeping you on the edge as long as he could. You both loved it and hated it. Some days you just want his cock. You have one of those days where all you want is for him to throw you down on any surface and fuck you so hard that you’re feeling the aftereffects for the next two weeks.

But you also love to look down and watch him enjoy pleasuring you. Putting you first. Making you come undone on his tongue at least four times. His tongue dragged through your folds, then dipped to your entrance and pushed in. You groaned, your knuckles turning white as you grip the once neat sheets that were now crumpled by your writhing body.

He stared directly into your eyes as he pushed his fingers into you. You moaned and arched your back. He fingered you deeply, thrusting inside as far as he could. Your body tensed. Your fingers and toes flexed. Another orgasm was building inside you. You gritted your teeth.

“More,” you begged. “Please… more.”

“More?” he asked, pulling back from his spot between your legs, “I thought you liked my stubble here,” he said with a smirk. That stupid smirk that only made the bastard sexier.

You scoffed, “Yeah, well I like your cock there just as much,”

“Is that so, baby doll?”

You nod, moving your left hand down to grasp the collar of his shirt, “Come here,”

He let out a breathy chuckle, he gave your folds one more lick before crawling up your body until his face hovered inches above yours. Your hands clasp around the back of his neck, pulling him down to your lips. Without hesitation, he kisses you back.

Your hands move away from his neck to the front of his shirt, hastily fumbling with the buttons. Your hands explore every newly exposed skin as your tongue continues to explore his mouth. Your legs lock around his waist, keeping him in place. You grind yourself against the rough, denim outline of his cock, whimpering into Hank’s mouth as you did so. He groaned against your lips, the toll of pulling four orgasms out of you took as much out of him as it did you. Watching you come undone by just his tongue had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever witnessed. By the fourth orgasm, you were so sensitive that the simple peck of his tongue sent your eyes back into your head and your hips bucking wilding.

“Can I have it, Daddy?” you whimpered as you continued to move against him.

Hank didn’t see himself as the kind of guy that would like that word in this scenario but the first time it fell from your lips it awoke an unknown beast that was living within him.

“Can I have your cock?”

Hank smiled and gave your lips a quick peck, “Since you asked so nicely, Baby Doll,” he moved away from you, unclasping your legs from around him. As he moved from the bed, he unbuckled his belt and your eyes watched intently. If he took any longer, he wouldn’t have to take the belt off because you would have burnt a hole in it.

You clasp your thighs together, searching for friction to dull the ache, but it didn’t work. Your pussy was hungry for one thing and only that one thing was going to help you.

You huff, pushing yourself off the bed by your elbows and you quickly crawl towards him. You swat his hands out the way and surprisingly this time, he lets you. You show him how to unbuckle his belt since he apparently didn’t know how to do it before you exploded with need. Within seconds, the belt lands to the floor with a ‘clink’ and you follow it halfway until you are face to face with the most beautiful cock you’d ever seen. Standing to attention and awaiting orders to please you.

You press a kiss to the head, your eyes lock with Hank’s as you did. You move away with a smirk, earning a growl from Hank who tried to bring you back to your previous position, but you smack his hand away. You sit up on your knees, bringing your face inches away from Hank’s, close enough to hear the subtle changes in his breathing. Your hand goes down to his member, your finger grazing it gently, collecting as much of his preccum as you could. You brought your finger up to your mouth, clasping your lips around it as you would his cock and gave as satisfied moan as the tangy goodness danced on your tongue.

“Delicious, Daddy,”

“Y/n” he warned.

“What?” you asked, innocence dripping in your tone, but your eyes sparkled with mischief as they usually did when you had him where you wanted him. But tonight, you could only take a small amount of your own teasing. Your core practically screaming at you to get his cock inside you.

You leant back down and before he could even comprehend it, he was hitting the back of your throat. One, two, three, f-four… he lost count. Your tiny throat gagging around him felt so good, he had to restrain himself from grabbing the back of your head and just thrusting into you. But he didn’t want to hurt you. He’d never hurt you.

To add to the sensations, you moan around him. The sight alone was enough to make him come but add your talented mouth to the mix and soon he’s going to be done for.

Hank reached down to pull you off him, getting in return a disgruntled mewl from you, “Sorry, baby, I just need to be inside you,”

You cross your arms, pouting as you look at him, “I wasn’t finished,”

“Later baby, I promise,” he said reaching out to stroke your cheek. He climbed back onto the bed, kneeling opposite you, “Daddy needs your sweet little pussy,”

You continue your pout for a little while longer before asking, “How does Daddy want me?”

He chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “Daddy wants you on your back, so he can see you,” he whispered, his face so close you can feel every word on your face.

You obey, falling backwards on the bed and spreading your legs shamelessly for him. He followed you, slotting between your legs as if he belonged there. Which he fucking did, let’s just set the record straight on that, okay?

His hips begin to move, his cock sliding up and down between your folds, collecting your wetness on his cock. It’s not like you needed it at this point, you were wetter than the fucking ocean. It was another way he found to torture you, make you wait a little longer as he lightly drags his cock over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He laughed, running his hands through your hair as he kissed you passionately whilst still continuing his movements. Your breathing accelerated, growing more desperate by the second, how that was possible, you didn’t know, you thought you’d passed the pathetically desperate line half an hour ago.

Without warning, you feel his cock part your pussy lips and bury itself into your tiny, sweet hole. You gasp as you felt your walls stretching to accommodate the almost permanent resident.

“Ohhh… fuck,” you breathed as he started thrust his rock hard cock, in and out of you. He slid out of you so just the tip was peeking inside you and with intense power, he shoved himself all the way back in again. He started to go faster and your intense breaths became tiny pants.

His cock swells inside you at the sight before him, his perfect girl, convulsing at the pleasure he was giving you. Your breasts bouncing up and down as he thrusted into you.

 “I’m close, baby girl,” he panted as he begins to thrust wildly into you as he felt his cock start to throb. He doesn’t allow himself to come until you have, so he slid one of his hands between your sweat stained bodies and lets his fingertips dance along your clit.

You moan at the new sensation, “I’m close too, Daddy,”

His thrusts become sloppy but the intensity behind them is still high. You could feel it. You start to moan violently, your body bucked back and forth as you were attacked by your fifth intense orgasm. Feeling your cum envelope him, pushed him over the edge, with one final thrust, he emptied himself inside you. His sticky white cum mixed with yours, painted your walls.

After a few moments, he pulled out of you and collapsed beside you. He gently tugged you over to lie on his chest. You can hear his heart racing beneath you, much like yours was. His fingers gently rake through your hair as your breathing starts to return to normal, lulling you into a peaceful doze.

The last thing you heard…

“I’m keeping the stubble,”

@wwemcumuscleslover

[A/N] ending is a little different than I wanted but I couldn't remember how I wrote it before my trusty laptop decided to crash on me 😭 Hope you enjoy though fellow Voight lovers 😁

[leapingbadger]

Caf (A CodyWan Story)

This is unabashed fluff and pining.

Summary: One decision during Cody's first meeting with his General spurs a ritual that becomes important to both men and draws them closer together.

The whole story is up! Read on AO3

Chapter 1 below:

Cody’s boots echoed in the halls of the venator. He had spent most of the night before polishing and cleaning his already perfect armor, making sure it was to regulation but more so, even though that wasn’t strictly possible.

He had to admit he felt some mild indignation that after all his training, his command had been supplanted by a Jedi. A peacekeeper in a place of power within the war machine didn’t make much sense to him, and he bristled with irritation again as the thought crossed his mind.

Still, he was a Mashal Commander, he would do his duty and if necessary, try and mitigate any mistakes the untrained Jedi inflicted on his battalion. The bridge of the Venator was dim compared to the bright corridors and he sighed as he walked aboard.

A holotable sat to the left of the room and crowded around it, he presumed, was his new Jedi General. He was tall and lanky, younger than anticipated, his robes darker than Cody had ever seen a Jedi wear. His hair was wavy and unruly.

“CC-2224 reporting for duty, Sir.” Cody rattled off, his voice almost a bark with excitement.

The Jedi turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. “As ease, trooper. I’m not your Jedi. He is.” He said, his finger pointing to another man Cody had failed to notice.

The other Jedi was shorter and wore the standard beige robes Cody had come to expect from his kind. His copper-colored hair was neat except for the front that seemed to fall over his eyes frequently. He flicked his hand over his face to brush an escaped strand away from his eyes and for a moment Cody thought he’s forgotten how to breathe.

His eye’s met the Jedi’s through the blue of the holo in front of him and he was astonished that when the man waked around it, his blue eyes glowed just the same. Cody swallowed, feeling the tightness in his throat as he did so.

The Jedi extended his hand, a warm smile spreading on his lips. “Master Obi Wan Kenobi at your service.” He said politely, grasping Cody’s gloved hand in his and giving it a pump.

“CC-2224.” Cody reiterated, not sure if he had heard his initial introduction to the other man.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Commander.” Master Kenobi said with a grin. “May I offer you some tea or caf?” he asked.

Cody blinked. He’d never had either. He’d never been offered anything by a superior officer except perhaps a barked order or occasional clip around the back of the head.

“Um…caf, would be great.” He said, the words fumbling out of his mouth.

The Jedi nodded and disappeared for a few seconds before returning with a cup of steaming black liquid. “I prefer tea, myself.” The Jedi continued. “Caf is far too bitter for me.”

“So delicate.” The other Jedi said snidely.

Master Kenobi rolled his eyes and waited expectantly for Cody to take a sip.

The Commander did everything in his power to downplay his reaction but from the amused look on the Master’s face, he hadn’t been that good at hiding it. The liquid scorched his throat as it traveled down. Bitter was the word for it. It was awful, strong, and unpleasant. Cody nodded his thanks and put the cup down.

“Now, might I ask your name?” Master Kenobi asked.

Cody looked from one Jedi to the other before repeating for the third time, “CC-2224.”

The red-headed Jedi smiled warmly, “I mean your chosen name. If that’s okay for me to ask.”

Cody’s eyes again flicked to the other Jedi before resting back on the Master’s glowing cerulean eyes. “I…um…yes…it’s Cody, Sir.”

Master Kenobi beamed at him. “It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you, Cody.”

“Cody? That’s the most normal name I’ve ever heard from a clone.” The other Jedi said with a grin.

“Anakin!” the Master scolded. “Would you excuse us for a moment?” he asked, before steering the other man away. Cody tried his best not to eavesdrop, but the Jedi were still just within earshot.

“These men have been created for this war to protect the Jedi and the Republic. You must treat them with the same level of respect you would any member of the Jedi council. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.” The younger Jedi said sulkily.

“Another comment like that and I’ll send you back to Coruscant to watch over the creche.” The Master added pointedly.

Anakin scowled but nodded.

Master Kenobi softened, “Names matter to the clones, Anakin. And so do our words.”

“I will be better, Master.” The young Jedi replied.

“I know.” The Master said warmly, “clones choose their own names. It is the only thing that is truly theirs. Please keep that in mind in future.”

Anakin nodded again and they both moved back over to Cody who was staring resolutely at the holomap in front of him.

“Now then, where were we?” Master Kenobi asked, “ah yes. We are in need of your expertise, Commander. If you could please review these battle plans, it would be greatly appreciated.”

“Of course, Sir,” Cody said. This was what he was expecting, this is why he was here. His chest puffed out with pride as he stepped forward, taking a closer look at the holomap in front of him. His eyes flickered over them quickly once. He looked over at the General, a benign smile on his lips. Cody cleared his throat and looked again, studying every intricacy. They were…good.

“These are…these are exceptionally well done, General.” He said, the surprise in his voice evident.

Obi Wan blushed slightly. “Praise indeed coming from you, Commander. If we are aligned, I suppose we should get to it then.” He said.

The new Commander nodded his agreement. He struggled to tear his eyes away from the Jedi’s but instead focused on the front of the ship. As the order was given, the venator made the jump to hyperspace. He wondered if the streaks of stars would forever be imprinted on his eyes, but as the soft blue swirls of hyperspace took their place, he was reminded of his new General’s eyes and suddenly forgot to worry about it.

[cremdotexe]

Heard season 4 is coming back in July and suddenly boom, my demons are back.

Haven't drawn them in years though, so here's the sextuplets in my style, with my headcanons. More in-depth details under read more :D

Whenever I draw their full body, I'll go more into detail on those, but for now it's just the face and general stuff

Osomatsu

Doesn't do anything special with his appearance usually because 'I'm the original, I don't have to make the effort to stand out', and partially because he cannot be bothered to.

Literally just woke up like that, and doesn't really care. He'd wait for it to just go back to its usual style on its own, and somehow??? it works???

Have considered getting piercings after Karamatsu and Totty went to get theirs, but hasn't committed his mind to anything specific, and probably won't for a long time.

Karamatsu

Congratulations to my canon bisexual king.

Takes good care of his appearance, very clean-shaven, and intentionally style his hair and bangs. Shares some cleanser with Totty, who surprisingly let him because he's aware Karamatsu also wears make-up and 'you getting another acne breakout would be embarrassing for both of us'.

Have his brow pierced to accentuate it (and because he thought it looks cool). He also considers getting ear piercings, but is kind of nervous to because the first one hurts LMAO.

Puts on eye shadow, literally the most sparkly, shimmery, glittery one in blue, along with a little bit of eyeliner. Botched it the first few times, doesn't care, and is now really good at applying it. Said it's to amplify his beautiful eyes.

Choromatsu

The most put together appearance wise. He combs his hair and always keep it neatly trimmed. Still thinks about getting his hair dyed, but has been afraid of going there again ever since The Incident.

Have short sighted vision and needs glasses, however, doesn't actually wear them very often. Usually, he'd just live with his vision being slightly blurry, but also have contact lenses and back up glasses, just in case.

Refuses to get any kind of piercings or tattoos specifically because he wants to appear as professional as possible.

Ichimatsu

Definitely care the least about his appearance. Does not comb his hair at all and leave it messy pretty much everyday, and unlike Osomatsu, his hair will stay like that.

Rarely shave. So much so that even though the brothers were already not very hairy to begin with, he still have stubbles around his jawline.

Have eyebags because he is a light sleeper and is prone to getting woken up late at night, usually because one of his brothers being noisy or snoring. Even on nights he's well-rested, his eyebags simply will not go away.

Jyushimatsu

Although hard to tell, his hair is a little longer than his brothers. He doesn't take care of it much necessarily, he just doesn't trim it as often.

Will often have a bandaid plastered onto his body, sometimes face, from sliding on the floor outside for baseball and not being careful enough. (I actually forgot to add this oops).

Has intermittent hypertropia, a type of upturned cross-eyedness that happens when he's particularly stressed or tired about something. He doesn't actually know what this is called though.

Todomatsu

Really enjoy accessories, so constantly wears hats, hair clips, etc. Eventually, when he found out Karamatsu was planning to go get his brow pierced, Todomatsu decided to tag along to get his ears pierced too.

Takes extremely good care of himself, the best at this of all his brothers. A lot of the money he have saved is for his 7 steps skin care routine and face masks. Combs his hair, but only enough to be cutely neat.

Uses mascara to make his bottom lashes more prominent. Sometimes uses eyeliner as well, but not as often, since he prefers to be more subtle with his make-up.

[sits-bound]

Bound: Falling in Love and Other Adventures by @ladderofyears

I recently participated in an exchange where people designed typesets and then other binders bound them (in a tiny format). One of the fics I bound for that exchange was by @ladderofyears and I mean, I didn't want to just send her a tiny little book, so I decided to bind another (lovely) fic she wrote.

I chose this one because, well, I loved it when I read it, but also, I knew it would be super fun to design. And I wasn't wrong! Since the whole story is told from 11 year old Scorpius Malfoy's perspective, I thought it'd be fun to run with that.

Seeing as I have the handwriting of an 11 year old, I used a font I'd created of my handwriting for parts of it. And also, in keeping with the handwritten theme, I used heat foil on the spine to write the title. (To be clear, the part in my handwriting isn't the neat, all-caps font I used. That is Madelinette Roman.) The body font I used is Coelacanth.

The endpapers are wrapping paper I found at a thrift store (in perfect condition.)

The cover was printed onto iron-on vinyl and the little doodles were found on freepik.com. (I'm so bad at drawing I can't even make convincing doodles.)

This was such a fun little project that I made two days before I flew to the UK (boy howdy it's nice to be able to mail to the UK from the UK) and I'm really pleased how it came together.

[starrbar]

So as soon as I saw the Vander reunion scene tbh, I thought of this shot (under the cut) from Made in Abyss: Dawn of the Deep Soul (which is an absolutely incredible movie btw, but is a continuation of season 1, so don't start with it). I didn't know for certain that Isha was going to die, but I know I wanted to draw this once I saw her fate.

I didn't end up finishing it, though. Just got tired of looking at it. I find most of the characters here look stiff to me because I'm not used to Arcane's art style at all and I got burnt out. But might as well share what I did get done, which is the full sketch, so that's neat I think.

Spoilers for Dawn of the Deep Soul:

This image from the movie is a pre-death dream of Prushka's (the girl in the green dress and hat), being shown as she concludes a heart-felt inner monologue about how she wants her father (who is an absolutely horrible man) to get along with her friends (the kids) and to go on adventures with all of them. I think Jinx wanted something very similar with Vi and Silco, her two worlds. And later Isha and Vander. She would have wanted to keep their family together and to have Silco back and for everything to be wonderful. But alas....

And I think this tragedy was already cemented at the end of season 1. Even when Silco and Vi were the only two clashing over Jinx, they never would have been able to make peace even for her sake. One of them had to die.