#//one of my fav things I’ve drawn lately

[spinda-draws]

[bloodofgrapes]

I’m so obsessed with the way you draw nrmt ;-; You draw them like actual men… it’s a huge problem among aa fans where one of the two of them (usually edgeworth) gets written or drawn as a tiny long-eyelashed hairless submissive twink and it’s like. They’re Grown Men. And no one will ever be able to convince me that edgeworth would let his guard down/let go of his control-freakiness enough for some of the shit he’s portrayed as doing lmfao 🫣 I’m certain a big part of it is that you’re gay and You Get It lmao.. I’ve sent you way too many asks in the past few days and i’m sorry if it’s weird but idk you’re my fav ace attorney artist and i appreciate you sm

Alrighty, finally free enough to tackle this anon. So, before I say anything, I want to preface this with my belief that there’s no right or wrong interpretation of a character in fandom—I love to see the immense variety of ways that characters are depicted, and I think it’s fascinating to get to see through the lens that people view them. What I will be talking about in this ask though, is my (and clearly anon’s) personal preference. I just wanted to get that out of the way, because I would be very unhappy if people read this and thought that I judge any interpretation of the characters I spend much of my time talking about on the hellsite.

With that out of the way, I do agree with you anon. I’ve hesitated to answer asks like this in the past (you’re not the first to say this), but you have put it in a way that I think fits how I feel about them. I am a gay man—I love men in any shape or form they come in, but I truly adore masculinity. Hairy belly and ass, boxy builds, square jaws and hands, receding hairlines, deep voice, the works. This is not to say that these characteristics cannot also be feminine, but I am approaching this in the context of speaking about male characters, and the things I enjoy from them—but make no mistake, I love effeminate men just as much, especially in the variety of ways that they can manifest.

Which is a good lead in to something I have always loved about Edgeworth, from the first time I played these games nearly twenty years ago: Edgeworth has always struck me as inherently traditionally masculine, even in spite (or perhaps because) of his more flamboyant tastes, such as wearing a bold pink suit, jabot, preference for frilly things and flowers, etc. He’s not what any boomer would call a man’s man, but I feel like a lot of fandom overlooks that he’s barrel chested, deep voiced, stoically cold, and prone to masking or outright shutting down his emotions. As a gay man these traits really resonate with me—I embody many of the same things, while also having a certain air of “fruitiness”, if you will.

I’m in my mid-thirties, and while I believe it’s never too late to have heroes or feelgood characters, it’s a little unusual for me to have a character that makes me feel “seen”, at least in the way he does. Being a trans man specifically, I’ve spent much of my life grappling with the inherent masculinity and femininity I was born with, so it’s always been a comfort to me (even if I didn’t quite realize it when I was younger) to see a man that sacrificed absolutely none of his masculinity while wearing frills and a bright pink suit. So I love depictions of him (and Phoenix, because I think he’s viewed not dissimilarly in this fandom) that lean away from the typical shiny smoothness of most anime, and more into making them standard 30-something males. As I said in the first paragraph of this, it's all personal preference, there’s no right or wrong way to vibe with these characters, but I appreciate you anon, because I do think that we’re in a very small minority in this fandom, and while that’s not a bad thing by any means, it’s nice to see a kindred spirit <3

[thattimdrakeguy]

I STILL REALLY LIKE TITANS UNITED - Issue 2

I haven’t had a chance to read issue 2 until today despite it being out for weeks, and it’s made me really sad, but I’m still really really enjoying it that I can finally read it.

They still have such a good Timmy in it, and he’s still the main perspective we see stuff through which I really really enjoy. It takes good use of his naturally curious and light-hearted nature, to get information for the audience, while keeping the heavy stuff from being too hard to read level of heavy. It’s such a good use of his character.

I imagine Titans fans aren’t happy that an infant is the lead of a comic that’s supposed to be about their favorite characters. But since I am a massive Tim Drake fan, it’s a bit hard for me not to be happy. Especially when Tim has such great art and characterization. Though, I totally understand if Titans fans aren’t the most pleased with it. I’d hate to have a Young Justice book use another character as the main lead.

I’m such a sucker for moralistic Timmy. He was one of the most serious about the no kill rule, I absolutely hated it when they would act like he’d be a killer. It was such a misunderstanding of Tim. Tim became Robin not because of his brains but because of his good hearted spirit. When they started ignoring that, and thinking he was some brilliant tactician, it really ruined who Tim was meant to be. So I adore moments like this. It’s this sort of thing that makes Timmy feel like Timmy.

And I love the world-building in this cute little moment. It’s simple but this is the stuff that really makes stuff come together. Think of it like the glue that keeps the loose parts on. It’d technically stay together without it. But you know it’s much better with it.

And the few sensitive moments. The art is really good. You can feel Timmy’s sorrows and anxiety. It’s great great stuff. Some of the best art I’ve seen from DC lately. Everyone looks like themselves, it’s dynamic, the colors are colorful and dull just in the places it needs to be. It’s masterful work. Truly some of the best I’ve seen in years.

(I still have much more to say. I put this here because I have a habit of forgetting to put it here, and I’m not for certain when a good point to put this is at.)

Plus, it keeps tiny Tim alive and well, which is a seal of quality in my book nearly every time. You’d be surprised how many comics just draw Tim like anybody else--or maybe you wouldn’t actually, DC Comics is notoriously awful these days. But trust me, it’s good when Timmy is actually drawn to be small and baby-faced. It was always saddening to see a character like Tim who was described quite well, not match his description. No one likes it when their fav isn’t drawn right--Well, that isn’t true, I’ve actually seen somebody adamantly hate it when their fav is drawn right and it freaks me out because of the creepy undertones. But let’s focus on the good here, shall we?

And here’s some random panels I don’t have much to say about but I really enjoy. I think it’s weirdly cute how easy it is for Timmy to be manhandled. Like he’s already tiny, but to Mammoth he is like--the size of a literal newborn baby instead of a figurative one.

Plus, Timmy’s well-drawn each time which makes it so much better on top of that.

Here’s him being man-handled again, but in a character scene.

See, the main plot of this comic is that someone changed the universe around to be this dark universe, and everyone but baby Tim-Tim here (He’s 16, I know, I’m not gonna stop calling him that) for whatever reason that is.

Justice League was killed, and Jason was plain executed as Robin this time around, and no one knows who Tim is. But I love this mix of panic, and anxiety with the situation mixed with Timmy’s enthusiasm for being Robin, and determination that he has for himself and his goals.

You truly feel his love and passion for being Robin, and throughout it there’s a sense of obliviousness and naiveté, that while not nearly as heightened as it is during his origin story, is still there in a way that isn’t represented too often that I really appreciate here. Because again, so many people get this idea that Tim was Robin because of his intelligence. That’s not the case. He messes up the first criminal mystery he gets himself into and if anything shows he probably shouldn’t be Robin to Dick in his first story. It was always about his passion, enthusiasm, idealism, and dedication to helping people that got him to be brought up as Robin the Boy Wonder.

And I get much more of a sense of that here, which I honestly quite love, because whether or not it was done intentionally, it gets back to the heart of what made Timmy Drake work so well back when he was introduced, and shows a lot of the stuff that’s been ignored for so long that it’s made Tim--well, not very interesting anymore.

He even comes in to help when told not to. Which is very reminiscent of the story of pre-Robin Tim, where Tim had to make his own judgment call to help Bruce when Bruce had told him not to. And Bruce told him that sometimes it was okay to break the rules, as long as it’s done intelligently.

After this moment Timmy’s even accepted as Robin again in this new bended reality. I’m not sure if this is all intentional, but it feels like it’s really building Tim back up as a character in ways I wish other recent series would have. Instead of writers just doing whatever they please with him.

And here we have one of the finest pages in modern comics history. It’s heartwarming, it’s satisfying ‘cause it’s given enough drama to have this be extra worth it, it’s adorable, and even a bit humorous because of how Tim is so small, he has to be picked up off his feet for the hug, and Dick still has to be hunched over as could be to put his head on Tim’s shoulder.

It’s so freaking adorable I adore it.

This moment could’ve been so cheesy had they not gone through the emotional and dramatic beats. And it would’ve been a bummer if they weren’t drawn well. But they went through the beats needed to make it work, while they both look practically perfect here.

And I adore this issue in general. If I had to be honest with myself, there’s a very easy argument that it’s too Timmy Drake focused for a Titans book, but I’m mostly just reviewing it from a Tim Drake fan’s perspective, and it’s really great.

If you haven’t already picked up issue one, do so and then pick up issue two, I haven’t read issue 3 yet, but I have a feeling it was also very good if it kept up this quality. It’s just a well-told story with strong characterization.

It isn’t weak or turns itself into some badly written, contradictory, sitcom like so many other comics of todays do. They don’t turn the characters into something different for some of the most depressingly lazy gags and jokes. 

Instead it actually feels like a comic that’s worth being released by one of the big two publishers, and is actually worth having an official seal instead of being some cheap written fan fiction. And that makes it a definite recommend.

If you like great comics, well-written stories, a well-characterized Tim Drake, and can handle the Titans taking a backseat in their own story, buy it in a heartbeat. It is certainly worth your time.

[giomagnetism]

8, 11, 19, 21 and 26 :]

artist ask meme

8. show us at least 2-3 drawings from 1-2 years ago.

auuhuhhuh fine. here’s some stuff from mid-late 2019 made on sai, juust after i’d gotten comfortable in digital art. i didn’t draw anyone but marlo at this point, you can tell there’s a lot of things about their design that stayed pretty much the exact same. in retrospect i don’t know why i drew their tentas like this, it wasn’t flattering lol

this first pic’s still one of my fav pieces i’ve ever done of marlo tho, it just captures something of them i haven’t managed to replicate since

11. warm or cool colors?

WARM! i have a really hard time with blues...ironically enough, especially with that pale mint color ^ i drew marlo with back then. warms are a lot easier to harmonize and i like the colder colors better as accents or shading

19. do you like drawing short hair or longer hair more?

longer hair because it’s much easier to get funky with :] i also find it much harder to design short hair, with human hair i have a hard time figuring out much variation and with tentas it makes my internal logic wig out. it is literally the reason leit still doesn’t have a design after like, two years? i just don’t know how to make his short hair look good ;__;

21. draw one of your original characters.

i love that you asked that one specifically as if i’ve ever drawn a canon in my life, you’re asking me to do exactly what i’ve done since i learnt to draw. here’s a redraw for your trouble

26. draw yourself! (it doesn’t have to be detailed)

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

morning! one thing to ask... hmm.... who is your favorite ship to read and who is your favorite ship to draw/write/create? or are they the same?

Hiya friend! Some great questions! I'll go with how things are rn since I like to read and make things for a lot of ships when the mood, time and all that are right, knowing that I go in phases, soooo yeah. :P My fav ship to read right now has been Sterek from Teen Wolf since it’s become a comfort ship for me to lean on. I kind of want to say they’ve been keeping me afloat at the moment since things have been really rough lately, so I’ll take it. My fav ship to draw for is Perciver from Harry Potter because I feel like they’ve given me free reign to draw up some of the best ideas. The things I’ve drawn over the years for them and have in works are things that would have been way harder for me to draw for another ship, tbh. And I think I’ve nailed down their look and feel and just how to draw them, since I have a certain way I approach drawing different people in general. Percy and Oliver just feel natural to draw, if that makes sense. Writing wise, if the above says anything at all, I’ve been leaning a lot into writing more Perciver again (similar to drawing, they also give me a lot to work with fic wise). At the moment, I’m putting whatever time I have atm to work on a Sterek long fic because the idea was really too good to pass up. Also, I have soooo much love for supernatural world-building and hurt/comfort when it comes to Stiles and Derek, so tapping into that while I can. Thanks for the asks! ___ Have other q's? Send me a ship based on ship ask game q's, or feel free to come up with your own ship q for me!

[glassedplanets]

ok i have some time so now i can finally fill out that full ask meme

1. Art programs you have but don’t use

paint tool sai and firealpaca -- i used sai for yeeeaaaars and years and years after starting out in photoshop

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

neither, honestly? i go through phases where one thing suddenly becomes dramatically more difficult than anything else but i don’t think that among left/right/forward any one of them is easier than the other two

3. What ideas come from when you were little

uhhhh man. idk. cats? i don’t remember what i drew when i was little tbh

4. Fav character/subject that’s a bitch to draw

i feel like each blorbo goes through a phase where they’re a bitch to draw but for subject... indoor settings are currently my big bitch to draw

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

hmmmm. 90/10 post/keep, i think? i’m interpreting “post” generously to include just sharing w/ friends too

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn’t supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

oh man this is a really broad question but like. i think everything is a subconscious inspiration, you know? my friends’ art, that post i just saw, the way the sunset looked yesterday, anything. but more specifically than that... idk lol, i’m not particularly self-aware, i think, so someone would have to say something to me

7. A medium of art you don’t work in but appreciate

pixels!! pixel art is so cool but idk anything about it, and quilting too

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

i’m preeeetty good about finishing things so i don’t generally abandon them out of lack of interest

9. What are your file name conventions

answered!

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

shirts generally (t-shirts and button-ups), but i’ve been enjoying pants recently too (jeans, slacks, leggings)

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

literally anything from neil cicierega to video game osts to asmr

12. Easiest part of body to draw

golly! everything has the potential to be a challenge. i feel like the thing i struggle with least often (in the sense that i don’t need to use refs quite as often and/or it needs adjustment less often) is hands, i really enjoy drawing them

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn’t your thing

hmm. i feel like this is an easy one to be Mean about so i’ll just go with naming a style that isn’t my thing, which would be 90% of drawn and quarterly’s catalog, or, the litfic (derogatory) of graphic novels

14. Any favorite motifs

man. idk. do i have Motifs? people touching subtly. late afternoon.

15. *Where* do you draw (don’t drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

home! i don’t like drawing outside of home but i am also a massive homebody in general

16. Something you are good at but don’t really have fun doing

answered!

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

yes......... lmao whatever meal intersects with whenever i happen to draw is what i eat, and i hydrate like a pro

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you’ve broken

probably some when i was a child, but i take good care of my stuff! i’ve never broken anything as a teen/adult, unless it was something inevitable like charcoal breaking

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

nature! bob rossin’ it ALL day, i am fortunate to live in a very beautiful area and i’m very deeply inspired by everything i see as i’m out and about

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

i think hands qualify for this, idk if it’s still popular to hate on hands but i really enjoy drawing them

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

so many... i feel like i don’t follow a lot of artists with a style similar to mine? or maybe i do and i’m just unselfaware about it, idk

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

i’ve got a pinchy ulnar nerve so i have to do nerve glides for that sometimes, and if i’m very stiff then i do wrist stretches

23. Do you use different layer modes

absolutely the fuck i do

24. Do your references include stock images

yes! stock images, stuff i find by googling, pose books, awkward photos of myself, anything

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

i am genuinely not sure anyone’s ever compared my art to anyone or anything...? this is an invitation if anyone reading this has ever been just burning to tell me that my art looks like [thing]

26. What’s a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

i mean... i draw fanart. so usually it’s pretty clearly what it says on the tin.

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

not really, i use my sketch layer as a warmup

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

i’ve never participated in a zine but i would love to someday....... and i tabled at an artist alley one (1) time at a convention that where the AA was more focused on commissioning (traditional) art than selling merch

29. Media you love, but doesn’t inspire you artistically

uhhh wow. lots of stuff, i guess? even with very visual things there’s a lot of stuff i read/watch/play where i’m like, this is beautiful, but it’s not something that i want to be able to do

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

i’m gonna take this as a “plug something shamelessly” question and say this one

[enrapture]

do you have any niche little interests or hobbies?

As of late, I’ve been watching bob ross videos and am going to be getting into art once I’m finished moving. I have drawn stuff all my life and try it every once in a while but I always end up procrastinating and or distracted by doing other things. I’m going to try to keep it up because it’s a lot of fun and I love being creative. I just have such a perfectionist brain haha.

I also really enjoy video games and watching movies religiously but I have yet to keep up with video games and shit lately also due to the move and dealing with personal roommate/ex issues. So I haven’t played any games recently. I’ve been watching new shows tho. Fleishman is in trouble is one of the favs rn. I also finished chainsaw man as of right now. I need to finish Wednesday & spyxfamily among other animes I’ve started. Lol.

[reverieprince]

🩸you and me, always forever 🖤

[cozylittleartblog]

queencember day 8 - headcanon (...s.)

think i've already drawn my fav headcanons (ik there were some in day 1 to make up for how my take on queen is, visually, pretty similar to canon) but i do still have a few offerings for today. wrote too much on the images yet i still have things to say so transcriptions & elaboration are under the cut

first one: Good Lord This Lady Is Fucking Tall(tm). not taller than swatch/the swatchlings, or king, but pretty much everyone else. And she wears heels on top of that, which is a power move if i’ve ever seen one. (truth be told i had space to fill on the left and felt like drawing swatch lmao they don't particularly Need to be here) i play with heights a bit For The Vibes but if i were consistent, this is about how it’d be.

second one: she’s stolen the title of “the cool parent”. short of impaling himself, lil dude can do whatever he wants in her care. say a bad word, eat sweets before dinner, violate the geneva convention, stay up too late, its w/e!

the back of her head is semi-transparent i am just too lazy to draw it that way all the time. she also has a power cord "tail" that's retractable and winds into her lower back, usually used every few days when she powers down/”sleeps.” something she has to do or she starts lagging and overheating and crashing, much like a computer does, when left on for too long.

she cooks & bakes a lot too, especially for others. big hobby. forgets to use oven mitts because Robot Hands and has lightly burned people as a result. one of her many, many social media pages is a recipe blog except in half the posts she gets so distracted writing the foreword (she talks so much) she forgets to post the recipe part. arguably this is canon but i have expanded upon it, so,

if you're sad she's making you food and there is no arguing about it 💙

bonus that is not drawn but it is one of my favorites: she is so warm all the time. warm + tall = do you even KNOW how good her hugs are....

[luvsellie]

SOMETHING FAMILIAR [e. williams]

pairing ellie x fem!reader

summary after the death of your beloved father, joel, everything in your life seemed to be headed downhill, including your mental health. noticing your absence, ellie finally confronts you about your dismissive behavior

warnings n/a

wc 1.0k

note hurt/comfort is one of my fav tropes 😫 take this as an au where the reader is joel's daughter & had to watch him d*e instead of ellie

you were so tired. exhaustion was your best friend at this point. it imprinted itself into your skin, ruining your appetite and darkening the bags under your eyes.

with the little sleep that you managed to get, nightmares haunted your dreams. the mortifying moment of your father getting beat to death with a golf club was branded into your mind. you didn’t think that it would ever leave, that the scars would be there forever. 

so, you distracted yourself. worked your body down to complete exhaust so that the dreams disappeared and the only thing you had time for was picking vegetables, going on patrol, and sleeping.

“those can go over there,” mr. hawthorne, a well-known face around jackson, advised. he pointed toward the overflowing crate of cauliflower that had already been plucked from its roots before turning back to his clipboard and walking away.

you set the box of turnips down next to the white vegetables, wiping the cold sweat from your brow with the back of a gloved hand. it was nearly spring, but winter seemed to be holding on a little longer this year.

returning to the other crates of turnips, you picked up one at a time and transferred it over to the shed. your arms burned with each haul, but after so long, it turned into a dull ache.

the cold wind was nice, and you liked the ambiance of being outside, focusing solely on your work. but the peace was disturbed when someone shouted your name from outside the wicket fence of the garden.

“hey!” the voice said, followed by the opening of the front gate. “i checked you out. you’ve been here since dawn, babe.”

setting another crate down, you looked over your shoulder, finding ellie approaching you with the final box of turnips. “oh.”

she dropped it next to yours. “yeah. hawthorne said he’d let you off hours ago.”

“i wasn’t finished, so i decided to stay a little longer,” you told her, tugging off your gloves and tossing them on a workbench. “i didn’t mean to stay this late.”

ellie’s eyebrows rose skeptically as she dusted off her hands. “you’ve used that same excuse for the past two weeks.”

you frowned. “i have not.”

“yes, you have,” she said, following you back to the gate she had used to enter. when you stayed quiet and only kept walking, she added, “you’ve also been avoiding me.”

that got you to pause. “no, i haven’t, ellie. i’ve been busy.”

“doing what? working yourself down to the bone? not making time for anything other than hauling crates of vegetables?” she snapped at you, her face drawn into a scowl. “you don’t eat at all and you’re never at home. fuck, i don’t even see you anymore.”

wetting your lips you said, “we’re not having this discussion here,” and attempted to walk away, to continue down the street.

“like hell we aren’t.” ellie grabbed your arm, her cold fingers wrapping around your elbow and jerking you to a harsh stop. when she noticed your wide eyes, she blinked, taken back by her own actions. releasing you, she took a step back, clearing her throat. “i’m…sorry. i don’t know where that came from.”

you only nodded and turned to continue down the barren street, willing yourself not to get choked up and cry over, well, you didn’t even know what.

“talk to me,” ellie begged. “tell me what’s wrong. please.”

your girlfriend had a good idea about what was bothering you, but she really didn’t want to be the one to bring it up. she was worried that if she did, then things would begin to unravel at an alarming rate.

sighing through your nose, you paused, fisting your hands and looking at her. you could feel the tears starting to prick your eyes. “i’m so fucking tired, ellie. i don’t eat. hell, i don’t even sleep without hearing the screams of my dad. all i can do is work myself down and try to forget that his killers still walk free without facing any type of consequences.”

you were crying now, but not a single part of you cared. the only thing you wanted to do was scream and sob and talk to your father again. raising a hand, you wiped your cheeks with the back of your palm.

ellie stood across from you with pity. she was unsure about whether or not you’d accept a hug, or even the stroke of her thumb against your face if she pulled her shit together and told you it was alright. she missed joel just as much as you did, but the universe had saved her the burden of watching him die.

“i’m sorry,” you sobbed suddenly, shaking your head in disbelief at the rant you had let spill out. “forget i ever said anything-”

ellie embraced you before anything else could leave your mouth. “it’s okay,” she said, her strong arms folded around your shoulders. “it’s okay.”

her words caused more tears to wet the sides of your face. hugging her back, you pressed your face into the side of her neck, letting her hold you. she smelled like leather and patchouli. it was calming. familiar. something that you desperately needed right now.

holding the back of your head, ellie squeezed you tighter, relishing the moment of contact with you. “i hope you know how much i love you,” she said, pulling back just enough so she could meet your eyes. “i am proud of you, even if you think you have done nothing but simply survive the past few weeks.”

at her praise, you felt more tears spill over. ellie touched her forehead to yours, her thumb stroking the skin just below the corner of your jaw.

after a solid few seconds of you registering everything and finding a medium again, you managed to whisper, “can we go home?”

“whatever you want,” ellie nodded, her nose brushing up against yours. she let out a long sigh as she took a half step back, her left hand trailing down your arm until it reached your fingers. as she laced them together, squeezing your palm in hers, she said, “let’s get you home.”

[gunterfan1992]

Interview with Fan Artist loycos!

(Art by loycos)

So a few months ago, I was absent-mindedly scrolling on Tumblr (or was it Twitter?) when I came across something: an Adventure Time fan comic by an artist named loycos. As a person embedded in fan spaces, I find fanart like this all the time, but this time, there was something special about the art I was seeing. It was so... show-accurate!

I don’t mean that necessarily in regard to the art style (although it does feel right at home in the Land of Ooo, while still being its own thing with its own flourishes), but rather in relation to the characterization; the way loycos wrote the characters was spot on. She nailed PB and Marceline’s dynamic as former lovers who deep-down miss one another. She nailed Finn’s naive heroism and his one-sided crush on PB. She nailed Jake’s goofball energy. It was perfect.

In the past, I’ve only interviewed people affiliated with the show’s production, but I thought I’d mix things up a bit and reach out to some fan artists that I think are fantastic. As such, I’m delighted to share with you an interview I had with loycos, who answered my questions about her art, her history with Adventure Time, and where her work is headed!

What is your 'artistic origin' story?

[It’s] kind of a corny answer, but I've been drawing since I remember myself. My earliest drawing memories are drawing Clifford (the big red dog) fanart when I was around 5 y/o. I was always more of a "fangirl" artist, [and] I would draw characters from my favorite franchises to illustrate my headcanons and daydream scenarios I'd put them in. That hadn't changed one bit since. I had since gone on to study animation and illustration in official institutions which forced me to design characters and worlds of my own, but when I draw for myself it's always back to fanart (or studies). I don't have any OCs.

Are there particular artists or styles that you were inspired by and/or like to emulate or allude to?

I'd joke that my artstyle is just a mesh of all the franchises I've drawn fanart for over the years, but honestly, is it even a joke? I think you can easily recognize I had a Disney Phase like every other teenager (I didn't have an anime phase though! I know, I'm an anomaly) and [Steven Universe] definitely left it's fat mark on my style too. Out of [Steven Universe]'s storyboarding crew (which I followed very closely over the years) I especially love Raven Molisee and Jeff Liu for their wacky expressions and proportions, and of course Rebecca Sugar for their fluid and carefree lines. When it comes to art in general, I tend to prefer stylized, colorful and brushy styles over realistic or gothic ones, So people like Hue Teo and Patri Balanovsky pop to my mind (and my artstation feed, seriously look them up).

How do you approach your projects; what is your general art process?

It really depends on the type of project I'm doing, though, my [Adventure Time] comics were all pretty similar in their conception: I write down all of my ideas in my notes so I won't forget them. Then I either roughly sketch out the entire comic as fast as I can, or I write a script (if the concept is specifically very dialog heavy) and then sketch it roughly. Then I do the lineart and color, nothing too complicated. The one thing I think is worth noting in my long comic process is that I draw all of my panels on the same document- that way it's easier for me to make sure the characters stay on model and that my panel layout remains fresh. So basically, the way you read the comics on tumblr, as a long scroll, is the format I work on.

How did you come to find Adventure Time? What made you join the fandom?

Adventure Time is one of those shows you just know about, so I don't remember how I first found out about the show. However, I do remember when I started shipping Bubbline—after the episode “Broke His Crown” aired. I somehow ended up in their Tumblr tag and was blown away by the (by 2016's standards) blatant representation. Despite my obsession with them at the time, I never actually watched any episode that didn't feature the girls' relationship. I only started fully watching the show recently. But I did consume a lot of fan content, which I think helped me shape my own headcanons and such. After my initial interest in 2016 I put Bubbline back on the back burner and kept on my [Steven Universe] ramage, until last year's “Obsidian,” which brought me back fully on board the Bubbline decks around 2 weeks before it aired, so I was in maximum hype mode when I watched the special. It did not disappoint [and it] really reminded me of why I loved these characters and their relationship to begin with. I started drawing my own art for the ship shortly after, when I felt like the hype around the special died down and there wasn't much to keep me sustained anymore. I make what I want to see ;)

As for joining the fandom, I don't know if I can be considered a member, seeing how inactive I am most of the time and my very limited list of [Adventure Time] mutuals. I am extremely flattered that my stuff caught ATimers attention in a positive way.

You've done some amazing Bubblegum and Marceline stuff. What draws you to their dynamic?

I'm gay.

OK, seriously now. I have a soft spot for extremely feminine, dainty characters that are very reserved, so PB immediately marked herself as an obvious fav, and the road to shipping her with Marceline (who is such an obvious candidate and a multilayered, fascinating character herself) was a short one. I know calling PB dainty is far from a true statement, but that's what she appeared like on the surface and that's what caught my attention. Another thing is that I love relationships between immortal beings, I think it always adds another layer of complexity to any relationship, especially a romantic one. The whole "getting older without appearing like you've aged" and "watching everyone you love die around you while you stay the same" can surely make 2 beings bond, right? It always felt like PB and Marcy get each other in a way no one else can, they are very different on the surface but share fundamental internal similarities. Oh, and the fact that they're EXES? The romantic tension and the longing? The familiarity and banter they had in every scene they shared?This hit the jackpot on literally every relationship trope that I love. I'd much rather watch a "getting back together" than a "falling in love for the first time" story.

All of this and the fact that they [are] gay. It's really that simple sometimes.

In broad strokes, what is next for you as an artist and/or as a fan?

I have a few [Adventure Time] comics ideas\scripts on the back burner and one that is in the making. I think I'll dabble into some Nintendo fanart cause I've been playing a lot of Smash Bros and [Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild] lately.

I’m so excited to see what comes next! Either way, a huge thanks to loycos for chattin’ with me! If you’d like to check out more of her art, visit her Tumblr and her Twitter page!

[therealsaintscully]

saintscully’s johnlock fic recs -Oct 8th, ‘21

Here are random recs for wonderful Johnlock fics I’ve been reading - old and new, short and long :)

To Quote Malcolm Tucker; or, Get The Fuck In or Fuck The Fuck Off by kim47 - Sherlock is cockblocker and a prick tease and John is not amused.

Better Late Than Never by @sussexbound​ - He suddenly wants John Watson out of his bedroom, out of his flat, out of his life, because he has been lying to himself these last few months, he realises. 

the knife I turn inside myself by polyommatusblues - There are a million parallel universes out there in which Sherlock and John are happy—universes in which Sherlock never jumped, John never married, and things never went to hell. Sherlock knows that this is not one of universes. It could have been, he imagines, but it’s not. They make do. This one’s angst-angst-angsty but so beautifully written!

EXECUTE by @discordantwords​ - "He was working on it," Mrs Hudson says, gesturing to the odd collection of misaligned parts. "He meant to give it to you."John is not so sure about that. Even if DW wouldn’t have mentioned this was inspired by Stephen King, I would have called it Stephen King-ish any way. It’s unique and a little creepy and def worth the read.

Mistletoe by @blogstandbygo​ - It begins small, almost reluctantly; a grudging obeisance to the pagan history that exists in the modern world. There is mistletoe. We are under it. We must, therefore, kiss. That standbygo somehow managed to do so much in 800 words is incredible. 

Drawn to Stars by @totallysilvergirl​ - After the Culverton Smith case Sherlock is clean, working, and looking for a romantic partner—since John has told him that’s what he needs. Shame John didn’t mention he was interested in that role himself, before Sherlock went off to Rome with a gorgeous Italian copper to try to fall in love and become a complete human being. One of my favourite things about @totallysilvergirl is the fact that they’re not afraid of Sherlock/OMC (of which I’m a fan and enthusiast, when done well). Reading this fic was one of the few things in the perfect storm that was 2020 that inspired me to try writing fics myself for the very first time. As ever with their fics, grab a chianti and get ready for a turbulent ride.

Senses fade by @finamour​  - John is not always the best at keeping up with Sherlock’s well-laid plans. It’s likely he wasn’t expecting to wake up handcuffed to his own bed—or with his lanky flatmate lain out over him, pinning him to the mattress. Perhaps he ought to have been. @finamour​‘s glorious bastard Sherlocks are my fav. She’s the expert. This fic is so sweet and so sexy - John Watson is a true patient saint.

Find my johnlock fics here and older fic recs here.

[writefasttalkevenfaster]

Aaron Hotchner / Tell Me to Stop

Request: "The heater broke and I’m freezing get over here" + "The Classic™: The hotel only has a king sized bed, I guess we’re sharing."

Word Count: 5,188

Warnings: Fluff, angst, some violence (its criminal minds, what do you expect), me having way too much fun with one of my fav tropes

“Sorry you got stuck with the short end of the stick,” Hotch intones, the two of you carrying your go-bags into the small motel you were now stranded in. The team had flown down to this small town in the middle of nowhere – with one hotel in the nearby vicinity. Unfortunately, being the only hotel did not mean superior technology - they had double booked two rooms. Which meant, two members had to be put up at a nearby motel – and lucky you, you both had drawn the short straws. 

“Short end?” you smile up at Hotch, who looks as unruffled as ever, “Did you see the first hotel?” He snorts in reply, “Pretty sure I saw fifteen health code violations walking past the threshold.” 

“And this is any better?” you shrug, looking around – it was a small motel: rundown, not well lit (you wondered if that for the more discreet clientele or because they couldn’t be bothered to change the lightbulbs out), and even the bell Hotch dinged at the counter was all but rusted over completely. 

“Well, it’s not the outdoors in the middle of winter. So, I’ll take it,” his lips quirked upwards, and you couldn’t help but stare a moment – his smiles were few and far between these days, especially after Haley. Any smile you could pry from him was something you cherished, even though you would never admit it. 

“Room for two?” you jumped, not noticing the woman who appeared at the counter now. Her sleeves of her flannel shirt were rolled up, despite the cold, and her straw like hair framed her face, grinning too widely at the two of you. 

Hotch seemed unfazed, “Two rooms actually. We were sent over here by the Creswell Hotel in town. They said you would accommodate us.” 

“Yes, yes,” she flipped through some charts, “Unfortunately one of the rooms we had for you was just taken.” 

“You booked the room you were holding for us?” you repeated, and she looked up from her list, tilting her head. 

“Did you expect me to hold it forever, my dear?” 

You stared, voice rising with every word, “It’s only been twenty minutes since we left-”

“We’ll take the one room, thank you,” Hotch interjected, taking the key from the woman, and steering you away from the counter, “Sorry, I just didn’t want our other room to magically get booked.” 

“Yeah, no, you’re right,” you shook your head, “sorry. I just can’t believe her. This is ridiculous.” 

“Better than sleeping outside right?” you rolled your eyes at that, as the woman waved you over to your room. And that’s when it dawned on you. 

You were going to be sharing a room with Hotch. She unlocked the room for you, handing Hotch the key, before flicking on the light. 

Both your eyes fell on the bed. Bed. Singular. 

There was one bed. 

~~~

The conversation with the manager went as well as the first one did. There was nothing she could do. Of course, you thought, staring into your go-bag, of course you would end up sharing a hotel room with your boss. 

“Do you mind if I shower first?” your head snapped up, and you shook your head, “Look, I know this is…uncomfortable, but it’s just a few nights. Obviously I’ll take the floor-”

“Hotch, I can take the floor-”

He shook his head, a wry smile pulling at his lips, “You take the bed,” and he adds, “that’s an order.” 

“Also,” you call after him, “can we not tell the team about our…living arrangement?” 

He quirks a brow, throwing his towel over his shoulder, “Morgan and Garcia don’t need to know about this.” 

“Thank you,” he closes the door behind him, and after a minute or two, you hear the shower start to run. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Your teeth bared down on your lip, remembering how much Garcia had teased you as you waited for the cab to take you to the motel. 

“Come on, Y/N, we all know that you and Hotch-”

“Are co-workers, nothing more,” you hissed, pulling her aside, “There’s nothing between us. We’re just friends-”

“Friends who spend late nights at the office? Friends who stare at each other far too often? Come on, Y/N, you have worked here less time than most of the team and you have spent more weekends with him and Jack then the rest of us.” 

“I-“ You sighed, holding your head, “I don’t want to push him into something he’s not ready for Penelope,” 

She put her hands on her hips, “How is he supposed to know what he’s ready for when he doesn’t even know you’re an option?” 

Her words continued to ring in your ears. You walked the length of the room – which was about 6 strides before you had to turn back around again. Your boss was currently showering, one door separating the two of you. Heat burned a trail down your cheeks, warming your neck. 

Screw showering. You needed to go to sleep. You had to do something other than think about the words burning on your chest, ready to spring from your lips. The windows rattled, and you shivered, rubbing your sides as you knelt besides the radiator. Your fingers grazed the metal – it was barely warm. You turned the knobs, trying to get the heat going, until – 

“What are you doing?” You jumped, the knob coming off in your hand. 

Shit. 

~~

Your shower lasted far too long – but it was needed to wash away the sense of dread you felt. Unfortunately, as you turned the water off and stepped out, it was immediately replaced by nerves. You pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. You had opted not to wash your hair, knowing your odds of drying your hair would be slim to none, and you would rather not add a hospital trip to top off this wonderful night. You paused before the door, heaving a heavy sigh, before opening it. 

You found Hotch not sleeping, but toying with the radiator, “You didn’t tell me you went to radiator repair school in between law school and the FBI.” 

He shook his head, sighing, “I didn’t, but I’m starting to wonder if that would have more useful than my law degree.” 

You shivered again, and it wasn’t just the shower – it had gotten colder in here and it would only get colder throughout the night. You glanced at the barebones set up that Hotch was going to calling a bed tonight, and back at him. 

You caught his eye and he cut you off, “You’re not sleeping on the floor, Y/N,” 

“Hotch-” 

“It’s just one night, I can-”

“I wasn’t going to suggest that I sleep on the floor,” your cheeks burned, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I was going to say we both sleep on the bed.” He opened and closed his mouth, jaw set as he seemed to consider it, “We’re both adults. We’re friends.” 

You sat on the bed, arms crossed, and he tilted his head, “And you’re fine with this?” 

You gave a soft chuckle, “I suggested it, so yes.” 

He sighed, “But-“ 

“Hotch,” you pulled yourself under the covers, “Get over here, it’s freezing.” 

You tried to pay no mind as he slid into bed beside you, ever so careful – like everything he did. You noticed his hair was still damp from his shower, the smell of his shampoo strong – was it mint? 

You shook yourself from these thoughts, turning from him to face the edge of the bed, “Good night.” 

“Good night.” 

You thought the end of it, but it wasn’t. 

You couldn’t fall asleep, no matter how much you intimidated the act. Eyes closed, breaths even, snuggled in the corner of the bed, and yet…the Sandman denied you. You needed to sleep, at least for a few hours for tomorrow. A lack of sleep led to mistakes which could led to a life lost. And yet, you knew every second that passed as you thought about this was another second you weren’t sleeping. And finally, you narrowed the problem down to two things – one, your boss sleeping next to you and the fact you fell asleep sleeping the other way, which would entail facing him. 

You couldn’t tell if Hotch was sleeping. He hadn’t moved much since he settled in. Was he pretending like you? The windows rattled again and a cold breeze made its way through the thin glass, and through your thin blanket. 

Fuck it. It was cold and you were tired. You turned around, eyes still very much shut, but curiosity pulled at your eyelids to just peek.

But you didn’t have to. 

“Still awake?” your eyes opened to find a pair of brown ones staring back at you. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, “despite my best efforts.”

“Is something on your mind?” 

“Not really,” besides not being able to sleep with you lying beside me, “How about you?” 

“You know, I’ve spent a lot of time with you, and I still can’t figure out if you’re lying or not,” his brow raised, you bit back a smile, “You can’t always brush aside your own thoughts.” 

“I can try,” you relent when he frowns, “Hotch, I can’t.” 

“Why can’t you? I’ve told you things I haven’t told anyone,” he admits, “things about Jack, about Haley. I want to be that for you too.” You stay silent, eyes staring at his pillow rather than him, “Unless you don’t trust me?” 

“I do,” you sit up, allowing the blanket to bunch by your legs, and he follows suit, leaning on one hand. “Too much. That’s the problem.”

  You lift your eyes to his, and you find him staring, his gaze heavy with the same emotions – fear, hesitance, and something else – something warmer. 

Would it be so bad? You thought, would it be so bad to give yourself the one thing, the one person would’ve wanted so long, and allow yourself to have it? He dared closer, his breath against your lips, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. 

“Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop, and I’ll sleep on the floor, and I’ll never try this again,” he whispers, so quietly, and it breaks your heart. It exudes of the hesitance, the desire, the brushes neither of you spoke of, the lingering looks, the simple domestic routine the two you adopted without a second glance, and the fear – the fear you would both lose it all. 

“Don’t,” you whisper, pressing your lips to his again. And you are enamored – in how he feels so soft against your lips, in the warmth of his hand cupping your face, and the quiet whisper of your name on his lips when you part for a breath, “Hotch- Aaron, I-”

He draws away to look at you, and you shake your hand, fingers at the back of his head, carding through his hair, “I’ve just wanted this for so long,” 

“I have too,” he admits, teeth brushing against his bottom lip, “I just never-” 

“Wanted to hurt you,” you finish with a small laugh, “Garcia was right, we are both idiots.” 

He presses a soft kiss to your lips, and then to your forehead, “At least we learned,” you lean up to catch his lips in another kiss, and he returns it – his hands daring lower now, as you lean back into the plush of the bed. His lips leave yours, trailing open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, “and I’ll never make the same mistake again.” 

~~

Your eyes open at the sound of your phone ringing, and you almost believe your in your own bed, until you feel someone shift beside you, and you hear his voice, “Hotchner,” 

So, it wasn’t your phone. You blink sleep away from your eyes, and see him sitting in the bed beside you, “We’ll be right there.” 

His forehead furrowed, and eyes dark, though his gaze softens when he sees you staring, “We have to go. They found another body.” 

You sit up, pressing a small kiss to his lips, rolling your thumb to smooth his creased brow, “Let’s go.”

But he stops you, “About last night,” and your heart tightens at his expression, was it over that quickly? “I don’t know how I’m going to get anything done around you, so I’m going to have you work with Reid and help him nail down the geographic profile.” 

Your worry dissipates, and your frown quickly grows into a grin, “Think I’ll be a distraction?” You sit up on your knees, attempting your best doe-eyed expression, and he smiles. 

“You already were,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “it’s just for now. While we both get used to it.” 

You drape your hands around his shoulders, pressing your foreheads together, “I know, and you better get used to it. Because I’m not going anywhere.” 

~~~

You were working with Reid to put together a geographic profile, staring at the map pinned to the board in front of you. Reid had placed markers on the various places that the bodies had been discovered, along with abduction sites, looking for some sort of comfortable radius. Your brow scrunched in thought, you didn’t notice Garcia until she tapped your shoulder. 

“Penelope, did you find something to help-”

“No, no, but they had to reset the internet in this place for the fiftieth time because this place doesn’t know Google Fiber from the fiber they eat at breakfast,” she waved you off, her painted lips curled in a mischievous grin as she pulled you aside not so subtly, asking much too loud, “How did it go last night?” 

You were luckily expecting to be grilled by her, either sometime during this trip or on the plane ride back, “Nothing happened last night because we’re professionals on a case,” you rolled your eyes, “and because we’re just friends.” You added. 

“Come on, I know something must have happened – Hotch always works with you in the field on these types of cases, and suddenly, you’re with Reid?” Reid looks up from the board, slightly affronted, “No offense baby boy.” 

“Garcia, please,” you sighed, checking your phone, “The Wi-Fi’s back on, you should get back to work.” She protests, but you shake your head, “Unless you want me to tell the boss?” 

She pouts, but relents, “I will get you to tell me what happened last night. Mark my words.” 

You sigh, shutting the door behind her, turning back to the board, when you feel Reid look, “Got something to say?” 

“It’s just interesting,” 

You look over, and he bites his lip, “What is?” 

“That you said you were professionals and then added you were friends,” Reid says, flipping through a case file, “almost like being friends was an afterthought, or that you’re something more. I just figured something out about the case.” 

Your mouth hangs open as he puts the phone on speaker, and you hear Hotch’s voice ring out, “What did you find?”  

Your head snaps up as you look from Reid to the phone, “He’s stalking the women in a pattern – it seems random, but when you-”

“Spence,” you cut him off gently, “I trust you, but where is he going to hit next?” 

Reid’s eyes fly over the map, “The north end, the area that his second victim was taken.” 

You hear Hotch give orders out to the local police and agents, “Both of you stay at the precinct and help Rossi deliver the profile.” 

Rossi arrived shortly after, “We are looking for a man in his late 30s to early 40s,” 

“A veteran, a man who’s seen the horrors of war and has remained untreated for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,” Reid continued to the on-looking officers, who stood with either their brows furrowed or furiously scribbling notes, “This may be because of lack of access to resources from the V.A. or a refusal of treatment.” 

“He is suffering from a psychotic break,” you intoned, pointing to the map and the scattered points concentrated in a southern part of the map, “he’s seeking his victims out in these areas that he is familiar with. We believed at first it was because he grew up in the area, but we no longer think that’s the case—” 

“Why?” a man you recognized as a lieutenant pipe up, his stern face looking thoroughly unimpressed, his arms crossed, and eyebrows raised. He was just looking for an opportunity to undermine you, wasn’t he? 

“Because,” you kept your tone carefully even, the last thing you needed to garner animosity amongst all these officers – the team was only there by there by their good graces, “someone who grew up in the area wouldn’t have ventured into this territory-“ you pointed to a section of woods to the west, “where bears often hibernate.” 

He said nothing, and Rossi then continued, finishing up the profile, “We advise being cautious around this man, he is overwhelmed by his delusions and is extremely dangerous.” 

“Unless it’s one of you?” the Lieutenant scoffed, muttering under his breath, “you just want the credit—” 

“It isn’t about credit,” you snapped, “we are trying to stop a man from hurting more innocent people. The exact reason why we are all here, Lieutenant. Or did you forget?” 

His face turned several shades of both red and purple, lips twisted in an ugly scowl that made his eyes bug out, and he stomped away towards his captain’s office. The sergeant cleared his throat, “Dismissed, get to work,” he crossed the bullpen as the chatter resumed, flashing you an apologetic look. 

“You didn’t need to add the ‘did you forget?’” Rossi sighed, shaking his head. 

“It was a reasonable question,” Reid started, before Rossi cut him off with a look. 

“You’re going to have to talk to Hotch about this,” Rossi glanced at the lieutenant and captain barely visible through the captain’s parted blinds, “Or they will.” 

~~

“You what?” It had been a few hours, and still, the team had come up with nothing. Every time they got close, the unsub seemed to slip away – and now he knew the police were closing in on him. And now, he had resorted to guerilla tactics to hide out. The team’s only chance to catch him is when he will resurface for another target. 

But that wasn’t your most pressing concern at the moment. 

Instead it was your boss, standing on the other side of the bed, arms crossed, and brow thoroughly furrowed – though now you appreciated how much the suit did for the intimidation factor, because Hotch glaring at you in a t-shirt and boxers as opposed to his suit? Very much not the same thing. Although…difficult in other ways. 

“I snapped at the lieutenant during the profile,” you keep eye contact with him, despite the growing need to look away from the mix of both anger and disappointment in his gaze, “we’re here to catch a murderer, and he was acting like it was-“ 

“A turf war? That’s because it is,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his brow, “You know we are only allowed to come to these places—”  

“Yes, on good graces of these cops-” You scoff. 

“They are officers,” he corrected you, his voice tight, “This is their community. I understand it’s frustrating to be undermined, but—” 

“No, you wouldn’t understand,” you said quietly, a quiet chuckle lodged in the back of your throat. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

You turn away, holding your head, the ghost of a pressing headache on the horizon, “I’m a woman, I’m periodically underestimated just by my very existence – just by how I choose to define my gender and how society deems to view me. You, on the other hand, are an older white man – you can only fail up,” his lips were a tight frown, “So yes, I told that man the focus of our job is to catch bad guys because it was the truth.” 

“It is,” Hotch said slowly, rounding the bed, hands raised, “But it’s not for us. Our job is to help them do their job, and we can’t do that if they stop calling us.” 

“I know,” you cross your arms, “I know, I just—” 

“Just what?” his arm slowly wraps around you, “what’s bothering you?” 

Your fingers brush against his cheek, tracing his jaw, “This,” your fingers run across his lips, and he presses a kiss to the pads of them, “This will just be another reason for other people to underestimate me. Another reason to pass me over for a promotion. Another reason to—"

“I understand if you don’t want to do this,” he swallows, “I always did. I never want to hurt you or your career.” 

“I know,” your lips press against his, “and that’s what makes it harder. Even though we shouldn’t,” another kiss, this time against his pulse point, “even though it’s probably wrong,” your lips grow more insistent now, his hands snaking lower and lower, “even though this is risking both our careers.” 

And you pause, pressing your forehead to his, “But we shouldn’t,” his hands fell away, and you shook your head, the absence of his warmth making you shiver. 

“We shouldn’t.” 

He slept on the floor. It was somehow harder to sleep without him than it was with him. Probably because you knew what it felt like to sleep beside him. You hoped he hadn’t noticed you staring at his back as he quietly slept, wondering how you had come so close and gone so far in such a short amount of time. 

It made your head spin. How could things change so quickly? 

But anything could change – even in a single moment. 

And it did. 

~~~~

“We should pull her out,” Hotch watched your cam, as you hiked up the trail that yoy, Garcia, and Reid had pinpointed as one of two trails he could be hunting at, “she’s gone too far.” 

“She can handle herself, Hotch,” Morgan intoned, arms crossed, “she’s got this.” 

He kept his face in a careful mask, his mind was caught in a carefully concocted storm, and he could barely keep the walls up, “Ten more minutes,” he finally said. And it wasn’t a question – but an order. 

But ten more minutes was all he needed. 

Out of nowhere, he had you on the ground, knocked over the head – dragging you to where he kept his victims – including the one he still had. He kept each of his victims for shorter and shorter amounts of times. But he always got rid of them in the same way – he would grab another before he disposed of the other. 

“Go, now,” Hotch said, before grabbing a vest, “And I’m coming too.”

~~~

You groaned; a soft noise pulled from the back of your throat. Damn bastard got the jump on you – although that was the point. Were you dead? But the ringing of your ears and the distinct screaming ache in your head told you that you most assuredly were not – death wouldn’t hurt this much. 

“Are you okay?” a small voice asked, and you blinked, eyelids feeling heavier than the sky carried by Atlas, a titan with the weight of the world on his back – how wholly ironic, that’s how you always felt. And your shoulders ached just like his must have, but – the chains clanged above you – his pain wasn’t from being chained to a wall. “Hey, are you okay?” 

Finally, your vision relented a few degrees of blurriness, allowing you to lift and turn your head – a woman chained the same way you were presumably – arms strung up high, joined by two cuffs looped around a chain that was hammered into a rocky wall of a cave. 

“Yeah,” your head disagreed, screeching with every thought you had, “well not great,” your eyes squint in the darkness, looking for dancing shadows in the pitch black, “he isn’t…here is he?” 

“No, you’ll know when he’s here – the smallest noise makes an echo,” she says, and she’s right – you can hear the tiniest of waterdrops plink against the stalagmites, “I think he’s going to kill me when he comes back.” 

Her voice is raw, the terror quavering in her words, and you wonder – what he had done to her? Each victim had been tortured in different ways from the military – somewhere waterboarded, others were cut and bleed, others were beaten. Whatever it was – she spent the majority of the time screaming. 

“It’s going to be okay,” you grit your teeth, trying to strain against the restraints, “my team is on their way, I’m an FBI agent.” 

There’s a growl that emanates from the darkness, and then a roar, “WHO SENT YOU?” 

The unsub charges forward, wild eyed and bleary, holding a shotgun to your neck, as the victim sobbed, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. He made me-“ 

“SHUT UP,” he ripped apart your clothes until he found the camera and your GPS tracker, crushing it under his boot, “Now,” he pressed the barrel to your chin, “Who. Sent. You?” 

~~~~

I took you for granted. That’s the first and only thought he has when he hears a gunshot ring out in the bowels of the cave, echoing with the hideous squelch of blood. A scream rings out, along with the sound of sobbing, following the shot with disturbing synchrony – a symphony of his worst nightmares.  

He doesn’t remember much. He remembers running, the sounds of Morgan and JJ yelling for him, and small whimpers that sounded against the rocky crags. And he found you – covered in blood, the scarlet dripping running down your arms and a splash across your face. The unsub was on the ground, unconscious, in a pool of his own blood, as the woman beside you cried. 

Morgan and JJ undid her restraints, while Hotch checked you over, his hands patting the length of your body for injuries, “Are you okay? What—”  Your clothes were ripped up, the blood dripping across your chest. He pulls off his windbreaker and drapes it over your shoulders. 

“He found out I was an agent, but he thought I was a Russian agent,” you shook your head, “he thinks he’s a soldier in the cold war. He had us chained to the wall. He was going to shoot me, but I managed to convince him that I was part of the same covert unit he believed he was in. He undid my chain and that’s when I went for his gun. He fired it and it caught him by the shoulder. He fell over from the recoil and knocked himself out.” 

He frowned at the blood, that covered your body, “Then what—” 

“Pig’s blood,” you wrinkled your nose, “He was going to cover me in it and then—” you cut yourself off, “either way, I’m okay.” 

“I—” he cuts off, when Morgan and JJ call you guys out, “we’ll talk after.” 

He watches you as the paramedic does a basic check-up, “Have you told her how you feel?” 

He blinks, looking over to see Dave with a raised brow, “Yes, I have,” 

Dave breaks out in a grin, “It’s about time—” 

“We decided we shouldn’t be together, Dave,” he shakes his head. 

“Aaron—” 

“What will people say?” Hotch cuts him off, “about her? What will happen to her career—” 

“You can’t control everything, Aaron. Neither of you will know what will happen if you date, but both of you know what will happen if you don’t—” Hotch tilts his head, as Dave sighs, holding forehead, “You’ll both be miserable. You make each other happy. She makes Jack happy. You don’t get that very often in life, Aaron. Take it when you get it.” 

Dave nods, before walking towards the car, and Hotch takes one last look at you, wrapping up with the paramedic, before following him. 

He knew what he had to do. 

~~~

As you step off the plane and make your way into the office, you shake the events of the day off, “Get some rest, sweetheart,” Morgan squeezes you in a one armed hug, before Garcia crushes you in a full one, “whoa, whoa baby girl, easy, she just got patched up and now you’re already trying to break her in two.” 

“I was just so worried,” Garcia stepped back, “are you sure you’re gonna be okay getting home?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” She squeezes your hand one last time. 

“Call me if you need anything,” she says, walking towards the elevator door with Morgan, Reid, and JJ. 

“You know it’s actually possible to split someone in two with just human sheer force?” you hear Reid say before the doors close. 

“Reid, I didn’t need you to tell me that,” 

You finish grabbing your stuff, heading towards the elevators, when Hotch calls your name, “Can I see you in my office for a second?” 

You nod, following him to his office, heart in your throat. 

He shuts the door behind you, and he just stares. 

You tilt your head, shifting in place, unsure whether to sit or not, “Are you okay?” 

He shakes himself from his stupor, “I should be asking you that,” he takes careful steps towards you, “I almost lost you today, I—” 

“Aaron, you didn’t lose me,” you hold yourself back, from finding his hand, from cradling his cheek against your palm, instead keeping your arms crossed against your chest, “you could never lose me.”

“I already did,” he breathes, and instead his hand found your cheek, and his hand found your fingers, pulling them from your chest, “when I didn’t fight for us.” 

“Aaron—” 

“Tell me to stop,” Hotch tells you, fingers brushing gently over the curve of your face, “tell me to stop loving you, but I can’t. I’ve tried. I don’t think I ever will.” 

“Our jobs—” 

“We can talk to Strauss, together, we can figure this out. After almost losing you – something happened to you and we never—” he cuts himself off, clearing his throat, “You are taking a bigger risk than I am I know, I know you are,” his voice is strangled, “and I never want to pressure you into something you don’t want, but I’m telling you where I stand.” 

“Aaron,” 

“You don’t have to respond,” and you smile, fingers intertwined with his. 

“Oh, but I have to,” and you press your lips to his, “because I love you, and I never want to lose you.” 

He kisses you then, arms wrapping around your waist, as one of yours found purchase on his shoulder, the other fisted in his hair. His chuckle rumbles against your lips, “Sorry you got stuck with the short end of the stick,” 

You laugh, shaking your head, “It’s never the short end if I’m with you.” 

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[macaroni-rascal]

Waxing poetic idea: virtuosity

First of all, what a concept for a waxing poetic, we love the pun, we love it all. Second of all, I have no idea just how long this has been sitting in my inbox, but better late than never, I suppose!

When I think virtuosity I generally think about music, so for the purposes of this post, I am going to focus on how Virtue and Moir are masters of musicality, as I can make a separate post about their general talent and skating skills.  

I truly believe that Tessa and Scott were (and continue to be) the most musically inclined ice dance team ever. It’s nothing new, but Paul MacIntosh their old coach has spoken before saying there as just something natural about them and their ear for music, Tracy Wilson commented on them  as juniors and early in senior as a team that really listened to their music and that they used their edges and knee bend to match the rhythm of the dance, etc. It was obvious that this team just had a certain ability and flow that went above and beyond what had been previously seen in the sport. 

They were ice dancing to music, not figure skating to background noise.

There was always an impression that music meant a lot to them, and the emotional connection they felt to music was very important, the program they hated the most (Malaguena) was because they didn’t chose it themselves, and the program they had the most trouble with emotionally (The Seasons) was because they also couldn’t form a connection and tried to force something. The stunning thing about Tessa and Scott’s skating is that nothing ever looks forced, it all seems to be placed and done to maximize their ability, the music, and the art of figure skating. So, cmplpete with hyperlinks as well as gif credit, lets get into it.

I say that Valse Triste is one of my favourite free dance of theirs, but I don’t think people get just how much. In terms of how much a song can be elevated by movement, VM did everything correct with Vale Triste. 

This perfect moment in the beginning where the music is drawn out and sweeping and so their movements match perfectly, I just love the ina bauer moment right on that first long violin sound, followed by Tessa’s nice deep long edge and then another sweeping movement. Also, the last lift directly on the crescendo of the music, when Tessa raises her hands into the air when the silence holds, and then again, that lovely piece of silence  while Tessa is balancing on Scott and his squat. Then the last moment with Scott’s arms and the violin again... All of this matches the music so well, it very much feels like they had this choreographed already, and then Jean Sibelius wrote Valse Triste for them. So stunning.

Umbrellas of Cherbourg was just a piece of mastery in terms of hitting musical highlights. The first lift was so effective, all the of the step sequences were musical and lilting and joyous. I also love the moment in this gif, the abandon in their movements echoes the abandon in the song as Catherine Deneuve sings “je ne peux pas, je ne peux pas” and it really does feel like they can’t help but move this way. I don’t need to understand French to feel it, they made the movement match the music so well that it becomes universal. Special shout out to the fucking stunning backwards inside edge they both hit as they go around the corner. *chefs kiss*

What I also love about their virtuosity and their musicality is that they never really settled. They picked a very difficult piece of music for the Olympic year because it was the only music they felt any connection with. It was a hard program because they really took time to highlight the music, and the accents are quick and staccato. What’s stunning, is that I think anyone who watches/knows vm can perfectly hear the music that should be playing over the gif, and nothing else COULD be playing. So often, especially recently, I watch  ice dance programs if feels like any generic music could be on and it wouldn’t change much. Tessa and Scott could never. Every movement and every moment is deliberate and on theme.

Tessa and Scott’s dance holds are a literal thing of beauty and should be studied. That doesn’t have much to do with what I am writing about currently, but I thought it needed to be said. Nights and Days is an all time favourite programs. We love a wango. I love the opening especially and how they go from a nice easy arm movement to two quick poses, then Tessa’s moment with that leg and giving that face, that hit the opening notes so well, only to have the music really begin with their leg kicks.

Let’s talk about how a waltz goes counterclock wise on a dance floor and is quick-quick-slow and Tessa and Scott started their program going counter clock wise around the rink, and having their movement begin slow-quick quick, slow-quick quick...because I’m never not thinking about it

There are so many moments in their free dance to Hip Hip Chin Chin that I desperately love and that I have yet to see gifs of it. Besides the stellar and iconic opening footwork, the coolest twizzles (accenting the drums with their transition into each twizzle), and some very cool lifts (I mean, hello temptation lift), I love the step sequences and the transitions in this program so much. Some favs include:

Tessa’s booty pop to the drums and her arm on “rhythm”

Tossing Scott and a literal hip hip chin chin

Hitting twizzles and free legs on beat

Tessa just in this moment and her arms

The “I can’t resist” moment and the silence as they just pull in on beat, throw their hand up on beat, and hug on the ice sensually 

That little kick they do in the step sequence right on the double beat

Anyway, that program is a fucking wonder and the fact they only did it once fully in competition is a small tragedy.

Tessa’s twizzle from the Waltz goes on right on that stunning lick of effervescent music lives rent free in my head and will until I die.

As does the extension and flair Tessa gets in this one small hand and arm movement. More character in this tiny little one second gif of carmen than in the entirety of Davis and White’s Notre-Damn that year, quote me.

Carmen, in and of itself, is so fascinating and intricate from a music standpoint, they hit all the moments so well. Tessa’s second leap into the air on the curve lift, the ending pose for the  twizzles, that rad as hell and incredibly difficult transition where Scott all but throws Tessa face first into the ice and she lands in a sort of lunge that took all season to perfect. I could go on.

I truly am, one day, going to make a post about Dream a Little Dream and how it is the best short dance program ever performed. In terms of virtuosity it is unmatched. Again, it is that type of program where you can so easily hear the music playing the background because everything just...fits. I can hear Ella crooning “stars shining bright aboooove you” as Tessa rounds around Scott and his arms flow along with the melody. I also love the moment with “sycamore tree” and the transition there. Shout out also having the solo lady twizzle in the finnstep right on the boom of the music. There are too many moments to count. The whole program is magic.

Another special shout out to the latch step sequences and especially how they changed the diagonal step so that Tessa’s double twizzle hit right on the music and created such a moment. I also love the straight line lift and how with the changes made so it was timed perfectly to be in a moment of silence between lyrics. Tessa and Scott know how to use the moments of silence and stillness just as much as they know how to use the moments of intensity and attack.

Moment of appreciation for the guitar lick during the rumba where they kick in as they get that chocktaw key point before the inside 3-turns. Iconic behavior.

What I love is that they dig deep into their music, really listen, and really try and make their movements and their program not only match the music, but elevate the music to the point where you hear things you maybe didn’t before because it never got highlight in that way before. 

I love that they aren’t afraid to not only hit the big, in your face “rooooxaNNE” moment, but it’s that they chose to put it at the end of their twizzle sequence which needs perfect timing, perfect synchronicity, and perfect attack. Not to mention, the amazing head-head moment with the violin right after. But then! It’s not just the end of the twizzle sequence, because they also accent the music every where in between because the first set is on beat to the music as is the second set which leads into their arm transition in character and then we get the big moment. With Tessa and Scott, their musicality is such that they create these little micro pockets of moments amidst one giant moment that is their full program; because the twizzles fit perfectly in the program, but the twizzles also stand alone as their own moment of tension and release -- just magnificent.

Off topic, but gosh it always amazes me just how fast they are going into and through this lift. As I’ve mentioned previously, it’s not just the big accents they are hitting, but the small ones as well. It took me half the season to realize there is a lovely little piano lick right as Tessa backflips and rises up into position, just as the music is rising along with her and once again, it just feels right.  No other teams owns the ice and owns their music quite like them. Because it’s not just that they are so musical, its that they have the ability to skate to all of these different types of music, and look at home in every single one. In that, they are objectively unparalleled.

When Tessa and Scott skate, it almost feels like the music is asking them to create something, and is ultimately grateful for them doing so.

[fawad-khan]

💞 could you write something where tom surprises her on valentines day with a proposal maybe🍟🤡

omg this is such a cute idea!! sorry for being late akjsdkhdah

Masterlist

tom had carefully laid out his plans

you both had planned a usual annual plan to go to your fav restaurant for a nice dinner outside.

of course, the day started with you both waking up in each other’s arms.

feeling happy and giggly as it was valentine’s day

you had made one of his favourite foods with the help of Sam, and he absolutely loved it.

before leaving for the restaurant, he made sure he had the ring in his pocket.

at the restaurant, while you picked a table, he disappeared to the kitchen for two minutes randomly, which made you slightly confused.

he came back and you ordered your food. 

you talked about various things, drank some wine, the usual.

he was acting a bit weird though, like he was nervous and trying to hide something.

“you okay, tom?”

“yeah, i’m okay. i have a surprise for you, babe.”

“ooh what is it?”

“oh you’ll know.” with that he beckoned to the waiter and signalled him something.

the waiter came back with some more wine and a cake and placed it in between you. you could see some words written on it.

“read the words, (y/n/n).” he said, smiling adorably at you, and you read the words in bewilderment.

‘(y/n)(l/n) will you marry me?’ was what was written, along with a cute little heart drawn beside it.

you turned to face him, mouth open in astonishment.

“tom, really?”

he held your hand and smiles sweetly at you.

“i really, really love you a lot, (y/n). ever since i saw you in the park, i knew my life would be good with you in it. all these years with you have been amazing and i’ve realised that i don’t want them to end. you’ve been there with me through every step and honestly i just love being there for you too and watching you achieve whatever you just want. i wanna love you, kiss you, cherish you forever.  so, (y/n)(l/n)?” he stood up and walked towards you, kneeling down on one knee, pulling out a ring box and opening it, revealing a gorgeous princess cut diamond ring. “will you marry me?”

you had some tears on your eyes by then, smiling silly at him as he gave his speech. you clasped your hands together, bringing them close to your lips as you let out a giggle at his adorableness.

“yes tom, a thousand times yes!” you replied, tackling him in a hug. he chuckled and pulled away from the hug, taking the ring out of the box and placing it on the ring finger of your left hand.

as soon as he did that you gave him a long kiss, cupping his cheeks gently, to which he responded immediately, kissing you back, both of you smiling and crying a little into the kiss.

you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with your adorable and sweet boyfriend and now fiance, and neither could he.

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[scandeniall]

falling in love

Pairing: sakusa x reader

Warnings: none for once ??? Usual college/aged up

A/n: Yeah it’s almost 3am and I just soewed this out. Idk if it even makes sense but I wanna be in luv with him lol. Also; the references to no limit to you (bc even months later it’s still top 3 one of my fav things I’ve ever written)

Falling in love with sakusa is slow and steady. Its weeks of being an acquaintance and friend of a friend. You were friendly enough, considerate of his space and that he wasn’t the most outgoing guy in the world. Paying attention when he made his way into the conversation as you all sat at a group dinner. It’s the not shoving your social media in his face unlike other people trying to get a highly sought after athlete to follow them.

It’s months of getting to know one another as friends ignoring the tiniest spark whenever you two would meet up for lunch. So tiny, it could’ve been a hallucination. Getting his number one night as the two of you found yourselves outside of a party (one he’d been forced to go to and wanted nothing more than to leave), the rest of your friends having the time of their lives on the dance floor. At that point he’d watched you and got aquatinted enough to know that you were relatively genuine. He’d detected no ulterior motive. Late night texts were his thing. After a busy day of classes and practice, where he’d remembered you’d texted a joke the day before. He’d shoot a quick apology for his poor conversation and offer his own meme as consolidation.

It was just over a year of knowing one another that it’s the first time as friends he felt nervous to hang out with you and couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. It wasn’t a date by any means, just a mutual friend’s birthday dinner. He’d offered to pick you up as an apology for his horrible texting one week in particular citing that it was on the way. It was the first time you’d ridden in a car just the two of you and the way you offered a breathless greeting and apology for taking so long to come out (thus putting you two behind schedule, something that had garnered the tiniest bit of annoyance) had his own breath caught in his throat. He’s not even sure he uttered any real words when you’d complimented him.

It was at the end of the night, seeing you delirious with exhaustion yet as happy as ever, finally having a break from the reality of classes that his crush might’ve started. Your insistence that he texted you when he made it back home safe and the fact that you even stayed up to make sure he did stirred something inside of him.

It was something he’d pushed down. ‘It was only because of the atmosphere’ is what he tried telling himself. Yet he couldn’t shake the way he actually enjoyed hanging out with you in a way that was different from hanging out with Komori or his teammates out of obligation. At some point the two of you began studying together and that unveiled a new layer of yourselves to one another.

You learned that he needed nearly complete silence to study and he had to force himself to not focus on the tiniest muffle coming from your earbuds. He learned that when you began to stress to got extremely fidgety and would have to shoot you a look whenever you clicked your pen one too many times. Sometimes you’d have to break from the libraries harsh fluorescent lighting because he worked best there on the quiet floor. The compromises you made as friends in even school were because there was something oddly comforting about the presence of one another when studying. For you, it was how studying with him actually forced you to be productive and not get distracted like you’d do with your own friends. For him, it was the sheer comfort of having someone there, someone who didn’t try and talk with him and ultimately let him be.

It was early into your third year of college when he finally asked you out. At this point you’d been friends for nearly two years and sitting on feelings for at least a year. It was a simple date, takeout from a place the two of you mutually agreed on and a movie at his place. A clean spot for his first date with you. The date had been nothing special but you’d gotten to truly witness first hand just how meticulous his cleaning habits were in his own personal space.

Of course in the time you’d known him, you’d seen his cleanly nature in action. It’d manifested itself in the the mask he frequently wore and the hand sanitizer he carried often. You’d always noticed the way he glanced at public tables and admired the fact that he was never too shy to ask for a different one at a restaurant when it was obvious that it had hardly been cleaned in between guests.

His desire to immediately wash his dishes, and wipe down the table post dinner caused him to offer you an apology yet you didn’t care. The way you just wordlessly helped him confirmed that his crush was indeed real. When it got chilly, you didn’t feel obligated to cuddle up for warmth and even gratefully accepted the blanket he offered you, separate from his own.

In the nearly two years you’d known Sakusa, neither of you had ever initiated any sort of physical contact. Yes there was the occasional glance of one another’s shoulders to show the other something, but it’d always been platonic. That first date ended with the first of many hugs and a cautious look asking for permission to kiss his cheek.

That first date quickly turned into a second and third and fourth and fifth, the two of you sharing your first kiss sometime between the third and fourth. Itd been after one of his games, one your school had won. You’d waited up for him, the promise of boba on you if he won. Not that he really wanted it, but more so felt drawn to hang out with you. “We’re gonna win”

The kiss was quick and what others would have attributed to being “a moment.” It wasn’t unusual for silence to envelop the two of you. You’d been privy to many comfortable ones after learning to gauge when sakusa needed a moment to cool off from conversation. As the two of you just walked from the shop, drinks in hand and back toward campus he’d paused and asked to try something. Neither of you knew it, but inside both of your nerves were going crazy. The slightest shaking lasted the remainder of your time together unsure if the kiss really happened or if you’d just imagined it.

It’d been two months of dating exclusively before you two became an official couple. The kisses from there became more frequent but for some reason there was the hesitation to jump into anything official. So instead, the two of you spent that time getting to know one another in purely a romantic context.

At some point you’d joked asking when he was going to officially become your boyfriend.

“Do you really want me to?” Itd been a thought that had been at the front of his mind lately. He’d been trying to find the right time to ask as well, getting annoyed at the questions his teammates would ask about you in the locker room. He watched you intently analyzing your reaction to his words as your amused look turned serious than softened before you indicated that you really did. And so he asked and it became official.

It was the way that even after the honeymoon stage had ended that he still felt drawn to you. Even when you bickered about your room not being clean [enough] when he came over or about your annoying own clicking habit, neither of you wanted to bicker with anyone else. Even during your first serious argument that resulted in you admitting that you loved him his heart both dropped and swelled. He’d been the one to fuck up that time, the argument being quite heavy. That night he left with a kiss on your temple and a promise of seeing you soon.

It was the way that the days the two of you didn’t speak felt like hell to him. He was more irritable towards others and found himself stress cleaning whenever he could (something his teammates witnessed as he wiped down his locker for the 50th time in a span of 5 minutes). The usually cautious player may not have performed differently to outsiders, but when he didn’t see you in the crowd during the home game he was off.

Making up felt like a weight had lifted off his heart. He’d swallowed his pride and reached out first. Returning those 3 words for the first time had him feeling like he was on cloud nine.

From then the love between you and Kiyoomi continued to grow. It was never perfect, with the two of you always having something something to work on. But, it was you.

The day he’d revealed to you that he’d signed to MSBY post college was one of his favorite moments. The two of you had been at his hanging out when he’d given you the unmarked envelope. He’d watched your face go from confused to realization to excitement as you read aloud “we welcome your commitment to MSBY Black Jackals-.” It was one of those times he didn’t mind the camera you’d shoved in his face insisting that you were filming a once in a lifetime moment. He’d found himself smiling at the kisses your scattered over his face, ignoring what usually would’ve made him grimace in disgust for the love that overpowered it.

He’d considered the next step in your relationship for a while the question of asking you to move in with him ultimately flowing out of him at graduation. It was the start of a new journey and he wanted you by his side.

Moving in was no easy feat. Learning to live with another person and their habits got to the two of you at times but you were determined to stick it out. Once the initial struggles faded, and you’d gotten into the swing of things he was met with a different kind of love. The love of a domestic life with you. Love was never easy, and potentially being harder when you were young. Yet you’d waited it through. Slowly built a friendship and the foundation of something great. Sakusa has no intentions in proposing anytime soon, yet knew for a fact that he wanted you and you want him.

a/n: i honestly coulve kept going but uh i gotta go to bed and this shit is long nough