#I drew this VERY LATE because I was working on a project but I wanted to get him posted for his day

[ratwithhands]

Happy Emmet/Kudari Day!

Heard from someone on insta that today was Emmet day, and since he's my favourite twin out of the two (sorry Ingo fans), I thought I'd put up something nice

Today is also International Asexuality Day! Wishing the best for fellow aces out there ^^ Fun fact I hc the twins as ace/aro pretty much all the time

Hope you fellas like the art and I'll see you after work's done!

[promiscuouscutie]

Marking His Territory

Ethan Landry x shy fem. Reader, Ethan being possessive and jealous, HE IS A GHOSTFACE IN THIS, SMUT

Warnings for this part: videotaping, P in V sex, fingering, unprotected but no finishing inside, biting, if you don’t like controlling behavior this isn’t for you

A/N: I’m kinda iffy on this ngl. I think I could’ve dragged it out longer but this was all I came up with. I still hope you enjoy :))

You thought you and Ethan were pretty similar. You both were pretty reserved, and that’s what drew you two together. You found yourself more comfortable around him when it was just the two of you doing assignments together, eventually going on late night walks around campus. You remember the fluttery feeling in your stomach when he held your hand for the first time, pulling you close to his side under the dark sky.

To you, it was like fate! You were always a bit of a romantic, liking the idea that there were strings attached to souls, connecting people with their true match. When he cupped your face and kissed you in your dorm for the first time, you couldn’t imagine being without him. You were nervous to ask him out, but that was okay! He ended up asking you to be his girlfriend the next night and giving you a bouquet of roses.

You and Ethan had gone through the honeymoon phase of your relationship, loving every minute of it. You thought it would last forever, but it didn’t. You started to notice Ethan acting different in the relationship: he was starting to control your life. Well, you wouldn’t put it like that. But anyone who noticed would disagree with your constant efforts to brush it off.

If you didn’t answer his messages right away, he’d blow up your phone. He’d walk you to each of your classes, walk with you to lunch, and come to your dorm to make you dinner as you both worked on assignments. You’d see your friends on the weekends; he never objected to that, unless they were guys. The male friends you had at the beginning of the year had faded from your life because of Ethan’s presence. Well, all except one guy: Lucas.

Lucas was someone you used to be very close to, until Ethan claimed he was into you and wanted to get into your pants.

“Baby you can’t seriously be this naive,” he scoffed. You lifted your head off his shoulder, sitting up in his lap. “What?”

“Lucas wants to fuck you. You realize that, right?”

Now you were the one to scoff. “No he doesn’t. We’re just friends.”

“He doesn’t look at you like he just wants to be friends.” You dart your eyes down to stare at his chest, playing with the buttons on his blue shirt.

“Do you think I’d cheat on you or something?” You asked. His gaze softened and he cupped your face.

“No baby no. I know you’d never do something like that to me. You’re a good girl.” You smiled at the praise, feeling reassured. You kissed his cheek and leaned against his body again, going back to watch the movie. Ethan ran his fingers through your hair, glancing at the incoming messages on your phone. Every single one of them was from Lucas, which made Ethan clench his jaw. At this rate, Ethan was gonna add him to his kill list.

After that conversation, you didn’t talk to Lucas as much. When he’d ask why, you’d say you were just busy and it was nothing personal; he’d believe you, but still push to talk to you. Ethan didn’t like that one bit. He just wanted him to give up and move on, find some other girl to leech on. You were his, no one else’s. His hatred for Lucas only grew, but it reached its peak when he found out he invited you to a study session.

“You’re not going.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re busy. Just tell him that.” You sighed, putting your buttoned-gray sweater over your black tank top. He comes up behind you and hugs you, holding you in place. You sighed, leaning your head against his body.

“Stay here, with me. C’mon baby, forget about Lucas,” he whispered.

“I’m just gonna help him with his project, and then I’ll come back here.” You turned around and put your hands on his shoulders. “Will you wait for me here?” He dragged out a sigh, but eventually nodded. You smiled and kissed his cheek before grabbing your bag with your notes.

When it’s time to say goodbye, you kissed him deeply with an embrace. “I’ll see you later!” Before you could put your hand on the doorknob, he grabbed your hips and held you in place. You could feel his body against you from behind. You could smell the perfume of yours that lingered onto him.

“That’s all you’re gonna give me?” He faked a sad voice. One of his hands snuck under your top and rubbed your lower stomach.

“Ethan,” I let out a breathy laugh. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, placing kisses along your skin.

“Just stay with me. Lucas can fend for himself.”

“Ethan that’s not very nice.”

“Just a few more minutes, please.” His grip on your hip grew tighter. You winced as he bit down on your skin, leaving teeth marks on your neck.

“Ethan!” You wiggled out of his grasp and touched the throbbing mark on your neck. You looked at him in shock; he had never bitten you before. “What’s gotten into you?” You gape at him.

He no longer had his doe eyes. His face had hardened, but his eyes were filled with desire.

The phone in your pocket started to buzz. You took it out and saw Lucas’s contact; he was calling you. Ethan took your phone out of your hand and answered the phone for you.

“Hello?”

“Uh hey! Who’s this?”

“It’s Ethan, her boyfriend.”

“Oh…hey man! I just wanted to check in and see if she was coming over soon. She’s got the notes, so..”

“Oh, well she’s not coming.”

“She’s not?”

“No, she can’t make it.” You had been trying to grab the phone out of his hand, but he was much stronger than you. You groaned every time he pushed you away.

“Are you sure?” Ethan looked at you, noticing your pleading expression. You mouthed the word “please,” making him bite back a sigh.

“You know what? She will be there. Just give her some more time to get ready. Is that cool with you?”

“Yeah! That’s totally fine with—”

“Good talk,” Ethan hung up. You stared at him and held your hand out, waiting for him to give you your phone back. But he doesn’t, not yet. He looked at Lucas’s number, memorizing it in his head. He took your hand and led you back into your room, pushing you onto the bed.

“Ethan I thought you said—”

“I know what I said,” he said as he unbuttoned your pants, “but you have to do something for me.” He yanked your pants off and threw them onto the ground. You closed your legs immediately, feeling the cold air hit your thighs.

“I know I haven’t been very reasonable when it comes to him,” he admitted. He pulled you closer to him by your legs, placing him in between them. He pressed his lips against your skin, leaving those kisses that gave you butterflies.

“All I ask…is that you promise me something.”

“Okay..” you trailed off. You didn’t understand where this was going, even as he moved your thighs further apart. He could see a damp spot on your panties, making his cock twitch.

“Already?” He smirked. You averted your eyes, not wanting to respond. But he could see the blush growing on your cheeks.

He moved your panties to the side and exhaled heavily at the sight of you. He traced his finger down your slit, making you quiver. You laid back on the bedspread, looking at the ceiling as he continued to tease your pussy. He traced circles on your clit, prodded at your hole a few times before pushing the finger inside you. You let out little whimpers and whines, sounds that Ethan enjoyed. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted you to be louder.

What you didn’t know was that he began recording you on his phone, a little homemade video.

“Flip over, on your stomach baby.” You do as you’re told, whining at the loss of his touch. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring out free. He rubbed his tip against your pussy, pushing it inside you for a fleeting second before taking it out.

You would cry out his name, wanting to feel him inside. “I know baby, I know. It’ll be over soon, I swear.” He pushed himself inside, letting out a loud moan as he felt you clench around him.

“Oh my god,” he gritted his teeth. He could barely take the feeling of you around him as he started to move his hips. He could barely handle the sight of you grabbing your sheets, muffling your noises. He grabbed his phone that had sitting on the bed, only recording the sounds you were making. But now, he would capture the sight of you two fucking.

He’d save the video for himself, of course. But he had another plan in mind. He would send the video to Lucas as you left to go to his place. That would send the message to him, and you wouldn’t be the wiser. You’d have no clue, and that was how it would stay.

He truly was capturing gold with his phone. He was fucking you so hard that you couldn’t muffle your moans. You didn’t even care that your neighbors could hear you; you felt phenomenal.

You felt Ethan’s weight on your body, leaning closer to your ear. He wrapped your hair into a ponytail and pulled you closer. “Lucas could never fuck you like this, right?”You shook your head and continued to whine.

“Say it,” he panted.

“N-no! Never! He could never make feel this goo—holy fuck!” Ethan almost dropped his phone as you babbled out those words. He couldn’t contain his excitement; he was ready to cover you in cum.

And that’s exactly what he did: he pulled out so fast and let his cum drip all over your ass, letting it drip down your thighs. That was probably the fastest fuck he had ever had with you; he couldn’t help himself. He let out a breathy laugh as he smacked his cock against your hole a couple times before ending the video.

He’d clean you up, help you out your pants back on, kiss you goodbye, and send you on your way. He’d have the video sent to Lucas before you arrive at his home.

He could only imagine the look on his face.

[leos-regression-cove]

I have a request to have cg! Peter Parker x little! reader.

Reader had a ton to do at school (homework, tests, projects, etc) and had to stay big all week. They want to regress, but they don’t to keep Peter away from going on patrol so they try to stay big and they think Peter won’t notice. However, Peter notices.

Reader can be fem or gender neutral.

(I don’t know if that’s a good request, I just don’t see a lot with cg! peter parker 😭)

CG-Senses

CG!Peter Parker x GNLittle!Reader

Rating: Gen

Summary: Reader is overwhelmed with homework and trying to stay big, but it makes them grumpy so a tired Caregiver!Peter stays home with them.

Word Count: 448

Warnings: Reader is grumpy and may come off as rude/sarcastic

A/N: This is such a cute concept and a very sweet prompt! CG!Peter Parker was fun to write and I'd love to do more with him if you have more ideas because idk if I did the dynamic justice in this short little oneshot.

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“Hey,” Peter shut the door behind him. “I brought you some Mexican food from that place down the street?” 

“Yeah, thanks, just set it down there,” you said. 

He did as you asked but then paused before walking into his room. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why? Are your ‘spidey-senses’ tingling?” you asked sarcastically. 

Peter stopped putting on his suit and poked his head out the bedroom door to shoot you a look. 

Immediately, it almost made you crack. You drew in a breath a little quicker than you meant to and turned back to your homework. 

Then he softened. “I can hang out tonight if you want. I don’t need to go out…” he hinted. 

“I have homework,” you said. 

He leaned over your shoulder to take a look. “Do you want help with it? We can knock it out pretty quick--” 

“No! Go!” you said. “Go be spiderman!” you whined. 

“I don’t need to tonight. I can be here for you.”

“I’m a big kid!” you whined, starting to cry. Why was he staying here?! You had homework!

“I know, it was a big week for you. It’s okay. C’mon, come to daddy, I’ve got you.”

You hesitated to stand up but when you did, you couldn’t help but fall into his arms. 

“Yeah, I’ve got you. See? Not so bad.” 

“I have homework,” you whined. 

“I know, but I need you to eat and then we’ll do homework, okay?”

“You gotta work!” 

He shushed you and brought your crown up to his chin, resting his head atop yours. 

“I don’t have to patrol tonight. I have a baby to take care of.” 

“...Is it me?” you asked. 

He looked down at you and smiled. “Of course it’s you.” He paused for a moment. “And do you want to know a secret?” 

You nodded curiously. 

“I’m tired, too.” 

He helped you eat and you worked through your homework together before you could really regress. He turned on the tv for you and was laying out all your toys as you put on your kitten pajamas-- the one-piece with the hood and little orange cat face. 

There, you crawled into his lap as he sat on the floor with you, playing with your toys, crashing toy trucks together and having your action figures save the planet. 

You turned to hand one to him, but that’s when you noticed he was asleep. Back pressed up against the couch, he had gone night-night before you! He was always out so late that that almost never happened! 

You turned the tv off, and then the lights, and curled up next to him. A long rest was really what you both needed

[fungalittleweirdo]

Yandere Rise Donatello Designer AU

okay, hear me out.

let me give context for this concept idea first (you could skip the next paragraph if you don't care, i'm just weird, i promise i start discussing the concept right after this next paragraph trust me)

i am a huge fan of this one designer in new york, bella pietro, her work is amazing. i was able to attend her bridal line debut fashion show in person this past sunday and got to speak with her very briefly. she's very lovely, relatable, super down to earth, and humble. she is also one of the influences for my own jewellery line, but this isn't the point i'm making, i'm going insanely off topic. i thought about what it would be like being a clothes designer in nyc.

donatello is the founder and ceo (at least, that's canonically what i'm led to believe) of Genius Built Technologies. it's also canon he designs Genius Built Apparel. i initially had this idea and shared it on discord a while back based around donnie being a member of a discord server with other designers. these designers usually joined said server for creativity, support, sharing each others' work, and giving critiques when wanted.

imagine you, an up-and-coming designer, join this server to gain more reach. while donnie was bored looking at others' designs and critiquing them harshly when asked to, he admired your work and advocated for you so that you could gain more popularity. the two of you accepted each other's friend requests and started talking in dms. he admired your work and thought it was cute how you were slowly rising in the industry, but you needed the right connections to actually get things going. you started getting seamstresses and a manager, but that took your time away from donnie.

donnie might have found out you lived in new york, that was when he suggested a meet-up for a collaboration. he was excited when you said yes, and a GB Apparel x For You line was in the works for when the two of you started discussing potential pieces. your crew got a little upset when you put all your attention on the collaborative project, especially your manager, and they thought it was a bad idea. you thought about listening to them and backing away to work on the collab line in the future. donnie... didn't really like that.

he loved spending time with you, as hard as it was for him to admit it. he adored the way you drew your designs, the face you made when you focused and shrimped over your tablet to get the details just right. he told you to adjust your posture, and you did it with a stretch, you ran your fingers through your hair he so badly wanted to run his fingers through instead. donnie hated the thought of having that taken away from him. once you told him you wanted to file away the collaborative project for another time, he managed to manipulate and gaslight convince you into believing your manager has the wrong idea, because his own brand was well known and high quality.

you hesitantly agreed with him and your crew began getting a distaste for you when you arrived late to meetings, made decisions with poor judgement, and delayed your own projects in favour of working with donatello instead. what you didn't know is that donnie anonymously emailed them all to quit their jobs with you because you were practically not working with them anymore. your crew moved on to work with other local designers. you didn't think much of it, you were aware people in this business would come and go, they would find other people to work for and it's no big deal, because you could sew your designs yourself.

besides, donatello had been a big help, he lent you his sewing machines that literally sewed by themselves. your own fall line had been presented on a runway at a moderately sized venue, a team curated by donatello organised it as if he were your manager. everyone on the server the two of you met on barely showed their support at first, until you got incoming praises and compliments from everyone after donatello's worship of you was sent in the runway channel. you were unaware to the fact that donatello threatened everyone with their careers if they didn't support you.

everyone seemed beginning to dislike you, your fans acknowledged that it didn't seem to be you at fault because your head was still held up high, staying positive and thanking anyone who bothered to take a look at your collection. donatello was working behind the scenes to isolate you as much as possible. he didn't want anyone taking you away from him because you were his precious fashion genius, your ideas complement his. that's why GB Apparel x For You is going to rock the fashion world, he had thought, deep in his delusions of spending more time with you. one look at you and it had his heart beating out of his chest.

your workspace in his apartment was a mess, fabrics everywhere, sketchbooks and a couple tablets (courtesy of Genius Built Technologies) with plenty of space for designs and you sat on the floor with your hair a mess and new glasses (those were courtesy from donatello himself) on your face after staring at the screens for so long. the softshell simply watched you work, enamoured and savouring the way you find his apartment more comfortable to work in because yours is already so cluttered.

donatello was so proud to see the results of your collaboration, he kissed the top of your head and held you close. you've had affectionate friends before, but you had only intimately known donnie for a few months. sure, he was one of the turtles that saved new york years ago, not to mention his brand even climbed up the ranks for a place in paris fashion week alongside balenciaga and valentino... so you knew him... but you didn't ask for this. you used to have more friends, lovely colleagues. whatever happened to that ?

of course, once the collab line debuted in the spring you went back to work, you designed a men's fall line you thought would grab people's attention. it certainly snatched donatello's, when he called you frequently and realised you were parting from him to work on your own, it pissed him off. he wanted to know what you were hiding. you hesitantly let him in on a day when you were being interviewed by april for press, dressed up for photography and not for him. you're only for him, no one should see you except when you're beside him. he lashed out at you in front of april, upset that you weren't telling him your plans since the GB Apparel x For You collaboration, and april took notes of the drama. not for press purposes at all, but to tell his brothers.

you didn't see donatello for a while after that, to which you were glad. you felt a weight finally slipped off your shoulders as you rebuilt your community. people didn't know that donatello was the one at fault for your darkest moments. you rebuilt your community over the course of a year, making new connections and finally making it into new york fashion week all by your own efforts, not by donatello's.

it was when he showed up at your door everything went downhill again. he pushed his way back into your life, asking for a spring GB Apparel x For You line even though he already started on his own designs, incorporating style that you would add due to how well he already knew you. over the year he had been gone, he watched how you grew and connected with other people in the soho fashion scene. the thought made his skin crawl. it irked him to know you were out and about, perhaps having dinner with your new manager, or spending hours at a time with your new seamstresses after you threw out the sewing machines he so lovingly gifted to you.

all he wanted was to share his world with you, have you live in lavish luxury like you deserve. you said no. you already had ideas for your spring line which would be presented in london along with new york, you didn't have time to collaborate with him. donnie threw another tantrum in your apartment, this time feeling a lot more destructive. he threw your decorations everywhere, then held up some of your supplies to set them on fire. it scared you into submission, telling him yes, putting off your own projects to move into his apartment and get to working with him on the next collab line.

things were different this time. donatello was a lot more clingy, literally working alongside you as the two of you designed the thirty-piece collection, he made gentle suggestions and leaned in close, added and subtracted things on what you already drew. the two of you had ordered takeout sometimes and he would be the only one allowed to receive the food. you felt trapped. there was nothing you could do about it, just accept your fate.

you disappeared off the tabloids, no one knew where you went, not even april. donnie kept you away for his eyes only, wrapping his arms around you at every chance he got, nuzzling into your neck from behind as you tried to break through the parental locks donatello placed on your tablets. that won't work, darling, he said, a smirk on his face you could feel against your skin. it made you sick, your stomach churning at the thought that you might stay in your captor's arms forever.

[bgwlsmahf25]

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Pairings: Wanda x reader; Tony x reader (platonic); Kate x reader (platonic); Yelena x reader (platonic)

Warnings: mention of Wanda’s time with HYDRA; little bit of angst, lot of fluff

Summary: A TikTok trend gets you and Wanda to admit your feelings for each other.

a/n: this was cute to write! First Wanda fic :) happy with it! Hope you enjoy

“Y/n!” You look up from the book you’re nose deep in to see Tony come into the common room area, Kate and Yelena behind him. He stopped by the sofa and looked confusedly at you. “You’re young. You know about this stuff.”

“Young?” You feigned offence, putting a hand on your chest. “I’m wounded, I’m actually 24.” There was a short pause. “Wait - what stuff?”

“TikTok.” You burst out laughing as the word came out of Tony’s mouth. The idea of Tony Stark on TikTok made you crease up laughing. The others watched you in amusement. “Don’t laugh. I’ve heard it’s very cool with the kids these days.”

“Did you borrow that phrase from Steve? Why are you coming to me about it anyway – can't Kate or Yelena...” Your voice trailed off as Yelena glared at you and Kate just shook her head. “Uh, ok, never mind. What do you need from it?”

“I want to know how to use it. I think it could be the missing link I’ve been looking for between uh, some projects and the digital age.”

“He wants Iron Man on TikTok,” Yelena said bluntly. “And he wants you to teach him how to do it.”

“Oh god...” you groaned as Tony looked impatiently at you. “Fine, yes, I’ll help you.”

***

“I hate this,” you moaned, staring frustratedly down at your laptop.

“What’s wrong?” The voice made you jump, and you looked around to see Wanda walking towards you. She had a mug in one hand and a book which you recognised as yours in the other.

“Wands what are you doing up? It’s late.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” The witch shuffled awkwardly then sat down beside you. “What are you doing up?”

“Trying to edit a video for Tony. He’s obsessing over his page looking perfect.” You sighed. “And that means every video has to meet his standards.”

“Hmm.” Wanda leant towards you to look at the screen. You swallowed nervously and hoped she couldn’t hear how fast your heart was racing. Being around Wanda was both comforting and infuriating at the same time. You had feelings for the Sokovian ever since you were first introduced. Something about her shy smile and warm gaze drew you in and from that moment on the two of you were inseparable.

It had started out as a friendship. Wanda was your best friend and knowing how much she’d already been through made you determined not to make her endure anything more. But that turned into longing gazes and affectionate touches. Kate and Yelena had both tried to encourage you to make a move, yet you couldn’t seem to do it. You didn’t want to lose your best friend if she didn’t feel the same way that you felt about her.

“What’s this?” Wanda was pointing at the screen.

“Hmm, oh, probably just some trend.” Idly you clicked on it without really reading the words.

It was a girl and a boy dancing around in an empty car park. The words on the screen read: ‘able to take my best friend on dates because the world didn’t end when I was 16.’ You smiled, watching the video but beside you Wanda tensed and then swiftly exited the room. A moment later you looked over and noticed she was gone. “Wanda?” You stared back at the screen and then realised.

...the world didn’t end when I was 16 – Wanda and Pietro were 16 when the Avengers found them working with Ultron.

“Ah shit.” You closed the laptop and ran towards Wanda’s room. Giving a soft tap at the door, there was no answer. You waited a beat then knocked harder.

“Go away.” Her voice was muffled and sounded choked, and your heart leapt uncomfortably, realising she was upset.

“Wanda, can I come in?” You took the silence as a yes and entered her room. You’d always loved Wanda’s room, particularly after you encouraged her to make it her own. Fairy lights were strung around the place. Plants sat on the windowsill, gently tended to every day by the witch. Her bedspread was covered by two large blankets and an assortment of plushies, most of which you’d given her.

She was sitting on her bed, facing the wall, staring down at her hands. You sat down gently on the edge of the bed and put a hand gently on her shoulder. She tensed and then relaxed into your touch.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “It’s my fault, I didn’t read what the video said. I – I'm sorry, Wands.” She let out a breath and turned to face you. Immediately you reached up, wiping away a few stray tears. “Oh honey... I really am sorry. What can I do?”

“Hold me,” she whispered. “Please.”

You ignored the butterflies in your stomach and crawled onto the bed next to her. Leaning your back against the wall, you reached out and pulled her against you, wrapping your arms around her, her hands clinging to your wrists. She leant her head back into the crook of your neck and you kissed the top of her head softly.

“I really am sorry,” you murmured. “I won’t show you any more videos. I just got frustrated at Tony. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, it’s not your fault.” She shifted in your arms to look at you, you held eye contact for a moment then looked away. Wanda turned herself further and you moved away, your heart still racing. “Why do you do that?” She sounded hurt and you started to worry all over again. “Do what?”

“Move away from me. I’ve noticed it for a while now. I come and find you or I sit next to you, and you shift, you put space between you and me. I look at you, you smile and then you look away. What’s going on, y/n?”

You gulped. The only reason you did all that was to try and combat your feelings for your best friend. “I - I don’t know.”

“Tell me,” Wanda whispered. “We used to tell each other everything. But lately I don’t feel as if you are.”

“I don’t want you to hate me. Or – or resent me for anything.”

Wanda put a gentle hand on your cheek, turning your face so that you were forced to look at her. Her gaze was soft, her eyes searching yours. “I could never hate you, y/n. Please tell me what’s going on. Did I do something to upset you?”

“No! No, it’s not you, it’s me. I – I'm sorry Wands. I just – we’re best friends and I don’t know exactly when it happened but I – I have feelings for you,” you ended in a rush. “If you don’t feel like that, I totally understand and I will put it behind me, but please – I don’t want to lose you.”

A smile lit up your best friend’s face and you looked at her confused. Her thumb moved from your cheek to run gently across your bottom lip, making you gasp and look at her intently. “I have feelings for you too,” she whispered.

You leant in, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. Wanda tasted like cinnamon and apricots, and it was intoxicating. When air became an issue, you both pulled away, touching your forehead to hers and smiling gently at her.

“I get to love my best friend because my world didn’t end at 16,” Wanda whispered, making you blush. “I may have been HYDRA’s puppet, y/n, but my world didn’t end then, it began. I found you.”

“I love you too.” You pulled the witch into a hug, both of you falling onto her bed, arms wrapped around each other and smiles on your faces.

[zarla-s]

Man it's been a long time since I've done an ask cluster! Let's see if I can get some down...

He's an extremely fun character to write for and play with! So in that sense I'm fond of him, haha. He's such a huge disaster of a person, there's always something fun to do with him. Well "fun" in a relative sense.

I don't have anything to forgive him for, he didn't hurt me. |D He hurt the brothers!

I do have an idea for a cute feature inspired by Six-Eared Macaque! I should really sit down and do that already... and finish the one I half started but never finished...

I don't think my opinion on any of them changed! I love them all, haha. Which ones I drew comics about just depends on which ones I get ideas for really. Sometimes I get Alphys ideas and sometimes I get Goatparents ideas! Inspiration is fickle!

I don't have any solid plans or anything. :B Just gonna keep chugging along with silly comics and art! Work on Defrag and such. I'd like to finish a Ladyverse comic I've had lying around forever, and I had vague plans for doing a doujin for them too I could work on... and also seeing if I could format Handplates into a book format... I've always got a bunch of projects, haha.

It works on that level! It wasn't intentional though. |D

I do enjoy speculation! I don't really have much of my own though, I didn't predict anything in chapter 2 so now I'm assuming I can't predict anything in the future chapters either, haha.

Emesis Blue is great! Some really beautiful visuals in there, very striking! Love the mood of it too and a lot of the surreal imagery. I think it helped spur me back into TF2 again, haha. Medic and Scout's relationship was so cute.

I have thought about this! It has its share of challenges though... I outlined them more in this post. A pdf would be more doable though... could even include some extra stuff as well! Hmm...

I can see that! He'd probably spend as much time out in the rain as he could just doing whatever to stay outside.

It was pretty much always going to end like that. I always wanted it to end on a hopeful note! Which might seem weird with how dark it is at the beginning. I DID for a brief period at the very beginning of Handplates think about stopping with the Pacifist run, but that was only because I thought going where I wanted to go would take too long and already the project seemed so dauntingly huge at the time, haha. But it was always going to end in a positive way!

Gaster talks about what he originally intended to create here, and he explains a bit about the physical experiments he runs on the brothers here. They aren't really a solution in and of themselves so much as tools to try and find a way to break the barrier. Really though, Gaster got stuck in the sunk-cost fallacy lol.

I don't really have opinions about what canon Gaster would be like. |D Handplates Gaster is his own thing really. Canon Gaster, who knows! Deltarune Gaster, who knows! I will say I hope Gaster stays a mystery in Deltarune and never actually shows up but I think the odds of that are really low at this point.

I thought about doing a script along those lines! I did a few rough drafts of one, but it never really went anywhere... it'd end up dead-ending or kind of meandering off. I might see if I can get an actual script down for a side-comic or something in the future... it might be better suited for a fic.

I was just thinking about this lately! I was picturing Gaster totally forgetting about that until he sees Papyrus squinting and is like OH GOD YOUR EYES THAT'S RIGHT D: and goes to get him looked at lol.

I couldn't come up with a good idea for Flowey which is a shame, I do like him, haha. If one comes to me though I might make a little side comic about it!

Gaster's LV is complicated... his stats in-game are ludicrous if I recall correctly. Did he carry the damage from his murders into the void, even if those murders weren't his in the new timeline? Deep thoughts.

He fed them anything he could find, haha. Which is why sometimes they just ended up with chocolate bars (which he intended as dinner for himself). He probably fed them more often than he fed himself lol. He did feed them fairly regularly though.

Not about skeletons, probably. |D

Man I know I had an explanation for this but it was so long ago... it's hard for me to remember. It could be that the Riverperson is just weird and has weird insight into elements of things, had a prophetic dream... I don't know! It bugs me now that I can't remember this, haha.

[wildflowercryptid]

V FOR VALEDICTORIAN character introduction :

VICTORIA VALENTINE, the valedictorian & victim.

after dragging my feet on finishing her chara intro, here's some more info on victoria! the basic idea behind her design was "60's girl-next-door meets elle woods & cher horowitz." it's a bummer that she's not really present in the story because i ended up liking her a lot, too bad she got caught up in something much bigger than what she thought it was.

( alt text for vic's bio below! ) ⤵

Victoria Valentine, Also known as Vic

The Valedictorian of Chumbridge College’s Postgraduate Class, known for being a kind-hearted and passionate person who was extremely active in campus life and local outreach projects. She was about to graduate with a Masters in Law.

Found dead at 6:26 in Chumbridge College’s Grand Auditorium by Georgie Grover, hung by one of the stage curtain’s counterweights.

According to her partially recovered Valedictorian speech, she was going to expose someone on campus. Who this was exactly is still unknown.

Her father was a former business partner of Hugh Henly, but was convicted of accounting fraud and embezzlement 6 years ago. Her mother left him not long after his conviction and Victoria hadn’t had much contact with either of them since.

Harris was one of Victoria’s closest friends, having known each other since childhood, as well as her #1 academic rival. The two also dated for a brief time, which ended in a nasty fight, but had since reconciled.

Angie was Victoria’s roommate and closest confidant. Having met in one of their undergraduate classes, the two had become extremely close friends and were rarely seen apart. Though, it seems their relationship was a bit deeper than just friends.

Recently, she had been seeing Dr. Conrad to help mitigate some of the stress related to her role as Valedictorian.

For some reason, she seemed very concerned about J.B.’s safety lately.

Like Drew, she had a very strong sense of justice. Due to this, she intended to work as a Civil Rights Lawyer after graduation.

According to Harris, while Victoria was always well-intentioned, she had a bad habit of getting overly involved in other people’s business (whether they wanted her to be or not.)

[daytaker]

A Heart-Pounding Interruption to My Life as an Otaku Shut-In!!

Leviathan recognizes these tropes... He's onto you.

Ship: Leviathan x Reader Word Count: 991 Cross-Posted on AO3

It kind of felt like the main character blew into town when you arrived. I never told that to anyone because I didn’t think they’d get it, but since you’ll probably never see this, I might as well put it all out there.

I mean, just look at the situation we’re talking about: a human was whisked away from their standard human-world life and woke up in the Devildom as an exchange student. And not only that– gasp! They’re living in a house with seven conventionally attractive men with wacky and diverse personalities?! This was an obvious reverse-harem plot! And it looked like I was in the harem!

As the days went on, I only became more and more convinced about the situation. The way you started working through us one by one, identifying our vulnerabilities and getting closer to us as individuals and as a collective… That was classic otome heroine behavior, and I was not going to stand for it. Because I knew that there was at least a 6:7 chance I wasn’t the male lead. Odds were, I’d be passed over by a normie with normie taste for one of my normie brothers. This called for a strategy meeting.

So I convened a war council. Myself, Henry, and… well, just myself and Henry. Asmo was busy and Beel wasn’t going to come if I didn’t provide snacks. But Henry never lets me down.

We worked late into the night, and eventually, I drew up my plan of action: Give up completely and isolate myself so that whatever feelings I might have inadvertently caught would be smothered underneath my devotion to Ruri-chan and Sucre Frenzy!

It wasn’t especially creative, but I wasn’t looking for creativity. I was looking for results!

Just… Well… It turned out it didn’t provide results either…

You came knocking on my door the very next day and asked if I was doing alright.

I mean, what was I supposed to say to that? I get that it might not be a big deal to most people to have someone show some level of concern for their basic welfare, but it was for me. It really rattled me! So I would lose my head whenever you showed up. I’d forget all about the war plans and start getting excited. I’d start thinking about what shows and series to recommend to you, and I’d start thinking about whether you’d want to watch any of them with me, and I’d start thinking about whether any of the games I was into recently would interest you…

It was like I wanted to spend my precious time getting closer to you. It was awful! Especially since I knew I was just another guy in the harem.

So there was this game I played a long time ago called My Heart-Pounding Soul Search on Earth. It was a dating sim where the main character was a demon disguised as a human, and they were looking for an ideal soul to pair up with. You know me, right? I’m a completionist. I like to finish every game in as many ways as I possibly can. I don’t really do that sort of thing for dating sims anymore though, mostly because of MHPSSE. See, there was this one character called Alex–one of the routes you could go for, right? And I like Alex, so the first time around, I went for that route. Then I went to play again, and…I got Alex again. So I played a third time, and I was really trying to go for Yuki, but I kept selecting answers that increased my intimacy with Alex again, and eventually I just gave up and dated Alex for the rest of my simulated life. It was like…I had a bunch of options in front of me, but I kept getting drawn to the choices that brought me closer to the same outcome, even when I thought I was trying to do something different.

Does that make sense? I feel like I’m doing it again now.

So I never ended up isolating myself into oblivion or un-catching any feelings that might have accidentally got themselves attached to me. Instead I did the opposite. Except in this scenario, like I’ve already said, I’m not the main character anymore. I’m Alex! But I’m only your Alex if you like Alex best. I could be Dylan for all I know, and nobody ever went for Dylan. Dylan sucked, lmao.

Do you know what the worst part is? I don’t even think I’d mind being Dylan.  Ehhhh… Scratch that, I don’t want to be Dylan. Mammon can be Dylan. But I don’t think I need to be your Alex to be happy. Because, well, you still hang out with me and let me talk about nerd stuff and don’t roll your eyes or tell me to beat it or laugh at me behind my back.

I know you don’t laugh at me behind my back. I’m really good at sussing that kind of thing out.

You laughed to my face sometimes. Sometimes I got too excited or too intense or something, I guess, and you must have thought it was kind of funny. But more often, you seemed like you actually… felt some sort of interest in what I’m talking about. And the really annoying thing is that I don’t even get mad anymore when you do laugh, because it never feels mean-spirited. I hope I’m not just being an idiot and seeing things how I wish they were. I don’t like being played for a fool, you know. That’s Mammon’s job, lol.

So, yeah. I don’t really know what I was trying to say here. I really hope you never see this. I’d die of embarrassment. But, um… maybe, if you wanted to, you could go for my route sometime? I’d definitely be okay with that.

And thanks… for everything.

[veilantares]

LOST LOST really is 2023's theme for me. I spent most of this past year on my PhD project, so my output has been quite scarce overall - certainly so compared to the industriousness of years past. When I had chances to draw this year it was often like a gasp of air amidst a sea of my other efforts. "What's the next step forward?" I think at times. Consider the center drawing my face of course, because in real life I look like if cannonbolt was a sad refridgerator.

I started a new physical sketchbook and made some breakthroughs in my personal illustrations, but nothing I'm happy to share - in previous years I didn't have as much nervousness to experiment in public. Anyway this feels like a good opportunity to do a bit of a retrospective on the last ones of these I did.

In many ways 2022 was the best year of my work, I both did my most challenging (and correspondingly complex) pieces this year, and had the confidence to make several things a week. Past the initial few months I had really started to hone my mix of solid shapes, lineart and linelessness thats ubiquitous in my pieces now, though I wonder if I have grown too comfortable with the stability of a partial formula.

One disadvantage about only choosing nine pieces was that in wanting them to look good together I had to exclude a series of the coloured background pieces that interspersed the dark background ones. In those, I felt like a lot more of my effort went into the shape language, so there was a synergy with both approaches letting me understand things.

In 2021 I started using colours instead of grayscale, that years inktober could almost be said to be my best work, there was both a variety and scale to it..I drew something virtually every day for almost three or four months straight and crucially, I also shared it all after I was done. It really felt worth it planning art ahead, but also spontaneously filling the blanks it in the moment. That being said maybe that productiveness was not sustainable because I'd have very little time for much else after school, work and art.

Late in that year I realised I could just draw the things I like if I wanted, instead of the things I thought people wanted - so some of the later pieces really resembled discount warframes. That game has so deeply hooked itself into my visual library that I draw it even when I'm not intending to, and so when I started deliberately trying to evoke it (with very fledgling art analysis skills), I think I got more and more familiar with what I wanted.

In 2020 I was just starting out so I did not yet recognise there was something specific to aspire to - I dont have a retrospective montage like these other years for 2020. You can see virtually every piece I've ever uploaded on my instagram page, so I think I might not narrate as much about those in this post. Maybe in the future I'll review all these years through a completely different lens.

[ryoshudoodles]

The Plushū Diaries

This is a long post about the plushie I made as a beginner and just me venting about the process. Just skip this is you don't like long posts. Also I will probably mix up UK and US English a lot here. The usual Internet learning experience.

Canto 1- I can (not) make a plushie myself

So... As you may gather from the existence of this blog, I love Ryōshū a very normal amount. And like many other PM fans, I wanted a plushie of my best girl.

Two problems arise.

Independently made plushies made by commission are EXPENSIVE (For a very valid reason, this things take AGES to make and require a lot of work and skill.).

And

All the "Mass" produced ones by indie designers that I saw had animal ears or features, which I don't really like.

So, Sunday at around 10:00 pm, I, in all my wisdom, say to myself "I want it! So I'll make it!" I already had some material from a previous failed attempt, so might as well use them.

I dug up the doll skeleton and the body I had and stuffed that thing. By then it was already late and I had to work on Monday so, to bed I went.

Canto 2- The Real Start

By morning on the following day, I had already gotten over the Idea of making a plushie myself. Too much work. Too little skill. Like any other good little ADHD demon, I am allergic to completing my own projects and I jump from new idea to new idea too quickly to get anything done.

So, imagine my shock when at 11:00 pm I get that little itch to just make the thing. That little night owl brain magic that happens when everyone else is asleep and you are just now deciding to be productive.

So I grab the body, my embroidery thread and a bathtub of coffee and I just started.

Luckily I already had a pattern that a friend printed out for me two years ago. But then, the mistakes also started.

Mistake 1- Improv

I had no idea what I wanted to make. I had a design that I had painted In photoshop before but I didn't have that materials nor skills for that. So I made a simpler one on the spot. I don't own a printer. I don't have transfer paper. So... like a person with a very aesthetically pleasing smooth brain, I just drew the design STRAIGHT ON THE FABRIC with BRIGHT red pen.

Mistake 2 - The bright red pen

At the start it wasn't much of an issue just something to mark the design because I don't have a tearaway stabilizer.

By the end of this saga, those smooth clear lines had bled SO MUCH I could no longer tell the difference between te guide and random stains. Oh! And you can also see the guidelines from the outside of the doll. Cool.

Mistake, the third - The felt hair

This doesn't seem like a mistake, but trust me, It will haunt the narrative.

Mistake forever after - Hubris

It took... around 1 hour to line up everything correctly on the embroidery ring? Why? Because I am stupid, that's why.

During this first day I decided that I didn't need to use pins. I could just put it on the ring by eyeballing it. How bad can it be?

I was a fool. There's a reason why professionals use them, and there's a reason why some people sew some pieces temporarily during certain steps of the process before finally attaching them together. Pins truly are unsung heroes.

Canto 3- The unembroidered

So... embroidery. Embroidery is hard. Symmetrical embroidery is hard. Symmetrical embroidery with bleeding guidelines and no stabilizer is HARD. Symmetrical embroidery with bleeding guidelines, no stabilizer and you are a total beginner is maddening.

I watched someone do it by hand on YouTube before and I tried to mimic the process as much as I could. It didn't help much. Youtube tutorials can only do so much to compensate my lack of experience.

By the time I had done one eye I was already seeing problems. My stitches were all scattered to the four winds. They were all going in different directions. Some of them were too far apart or too close to others. The lines in the back of the doll were piling up and there were more knots in the thread than in your average omegaverse fic.

I went colour by colour. First black since I needed it to line the hair and it was the most used colour, then white just for the little highlights and finally red.

(Funny thing, the number of this red thread of this brand is 666 wich is kinda funny for miss hellscreen over here.)

After the red thread it finally started to look kinda decent (by beginner standards)

Canto 4 - Revenge of the felt hair

After all the embroidery was done it was finally time to get her off the ring and sew the parts together.

For those unaware, the regular soft plushie material, Minky, is really lightweight and very thin. Felt... isn't thin. And when you are sewing a plushie head with may parts and layers, all those millimeters of fabric pile up really quickly. One layer of felt is easy to pierce with a needle. Five layers? Not so much. Several needles were broken in the process of joining the front of the head with the back. I do not own a sewing machine. I did all of this shit by hand.

Thank god for the tetanus vaccine. When I say this little creature has my blood, sweat and tears, I MEAN IT.

The curse of the felt hair didn't end there.

Now that the head was done, it was time to stuff it.

Naturally, I had to rip parts of the stuffing to get it inside the head and around the skeleton. This sent bits and pieces of the thing flying everywhere. My room is FILTHY. And the felt hair got the worst of it. All those little dusts and microfibers stuck to it like a fly in a web. As I write this I am still trying to rip out bits of stuffing without damaging the felt. It is horrible. My girl is DIRTY.

(Also, plushie heads take WAY more stuffing than I thought. Holy shit.)

Finally, on the last day, it was time to attach the body to the head and sew the back of the hair. (I should have done that before but... more layers of felt. Broken needles. You know... nheeeeeee)

So, with a lot of fear in my heart I ladder stitched those bastards together and mocked up a decent enough pattern for the back of the hair. And just like that.... she is done.

Canto 5- The Plushie Defining

So... what did I learn?

Use pins. Stitch things temporarily with an obvious visible line that you can cut out after and test things before committing to a permanent stitch. If you are a beginner, like me, and are afraid to sew pieces together because you don't want to ruin your embroidered parts that you spent SO LONG working on, do this before.

Fuck felt.

Don't use a bright red pen.

Mess up. Make your plushie. Make it ugly. If you hate making bodies like me, buy one made and practice the head. Despite everything, I love my asymmetrical girl a lot. Like... I made this little bastard. She is MINE and I made her. This never stops being magical. It's a nice feeling.

And I did it without specific materials.

Some cheap threads, a body you can probably make too, some felt I found at the discount bin and random needles. That was all. No tearaway stabilizer, no sewing machine, no printer, no embroidery machine. The minky fabric is the only thing that was more of an investment. The rest is pretty accessible.

Do you know that post that says "Everything worth doing is worth doing poorly." Yeah, that applies to artistic projects. Go for it! Just... don't start with something hard like a human... Christ sake that was a nightmare.

I'm probably still gonna get a better plushie of her in the future, but for now, this is my baby.

Goodnight Tri-state area.

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober 2023 Day 12 - Insomnia

Day 12! This one is hitting a bit close to home because RSD is a pain in the ass and I feel like projecting onto him. The RSD is major in here and i definitely feel like Jay would have it (along with being an empath because yes) so Jay ADHD enjoyers come get your food.

@splinnters four to go!

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Jay watched as the coffee dripped down into his third pot of the night, hands on the counter and tapping his fingers along with the music playing through his headphones. He had chosen a song with a lot of beatdrops and guitar riffs in an effort to keep himself awake, but he couldn’t say that it was working very well.

“Living the life, aren’t you Walker?” he said to himself as he poured yet another cup of caffeine, not even bothering to dull it down with sugar or cream or whatever else the others used. Kai would be horrified.

His heart squeezed at the thought of Kai. It was the second night of just him at the monastery for the next week or so, as he drew the short straw and was the one left behind to patrol the city and keep it safe while everyone else made the journey down to Stiix for whatever reason. Patrolling the city was the easy part; the hard part was coming back to a quiet house and knowing that he was the only one in it. Even Pixal had decided to go, and Wu wasn’t due back from his travels for quite some time.

At first, it seemed like a dream come true: he didn’t have to wait in line for the shower only to run out of hot water, there was nobody in line for the washing machine or forcing him to train all day, and he could work on his projects for as long as he wanted. He spent all of the first day in the workshop like a kid in a candy store, reaching for all the tools he wanted and working well into the night on random gadgets and machines.

Everything had been great, until he laid down in his bed and tried to close his eyes.

Insomnia was not a foreign thing to him, but he had figured with how much time he spent working that he would be asleep in seconds.

Getting back up, he figured another hour of working couldn’t hurt; it’s not like he couldn’t sleep in late the next day if he really needed it.

One hour turned to two, and then two turned to three, and before Jay knew it the sun was coming up and he hadn’t slept a wink, but he still had a patrol to attend to.

Patrol had been a bitch to do on no sleep, and Jay had tried to crash on the couch as soon as he had gotten back, not even bothering to change out of his gi. His eyes never stayed closed, and Jay sighed as he trudged to the kitchen to make himself a pot of coffee. If he wasn’t going to go to sleep, at least he could try to do this staying up thing right.

He forgot how much caffeine threw him for a loop, and the headache it gave him if he drank too much at one time. Every once in a while he would have to stop and lean against the wall if he was walking, or put his head down on his desk if he was working, waiting until the vertigo finally subsided and the room stopped spinning. But with the vertigo came the loneliness: the feeling of knowing that there was no one to catch him if he crashed.

And then the panic attacks started.

The first one was on the second day, right after Jay had come back from the patrol. He had a rather close shave with some thugs looking to rob a jewelry store; they were armed, nothing moer serious than switchblades and pocket knives but armed nonetheless. One of them had managed to slice through Jay’s hood and across his cheek only an inch below his eye, and even though it wasn’t very deep it still stung like a bitch.

Zane had taught him before about delayed reactions, but Jay hadn’t experienced one for a long time until it hit him that if the thug had aimed even just a little bit higher than it could’ve taken his eye out. No one would’ve been there to help him. Exiting the vehicle in their garage, Jay did his best to keep it together despite the nausea swimming through his brain; his knees had given out from under him as soon as he walked into the monastery, and he couldn’t stop shaking.

Gasping for air and clutching at his chest, Jay fumbled with his phone, immediately dialling Nya’s number and praying that she would pick up even though it was in the middle of the afternoon and she was probably working and oh shit he shouldn’t be calling-

“Hello?” Nya said from the other line, and Jay couldn’t stop himself from exhaling in relief. “Jay? What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing,” Jay stuttered, clawing his way up onto the couch. He made a grab for the soft blanket they kept on there, wrapping it around himself and laying down on the cushion.

“Then why are you calling?” Nya paused, and Jay realized that his breathing was still very erratic, “Are you having a panic attack?”

The lie was right there on his tongue, desperate to get out, but Jay swallowed it back. “Y-Yeah, something got to me on patrol.”

“I’m gonna stay on the phone with you until you calm down, okay?”

“Okay,” and that was how Jay spent the next twenty minutes, shaking on the couch wrapped in a blanket that wasn’t keeping him nearly warm enough, listening to his Yang as she talked about the mission and the new project she was thinking about starting when they got home, and Jay finally felt himself relaxing as her voice washed over him.

Nya finished her rant with a soft sigh. “There we go, is that better?”

“Mhm,” Jay hummed, eyes closing against his will. He couldn’t help it; her voice always managed to make him a little sleepy.

“Did you sleep okay?” Nya asked. She must’ve been suspicious from the get-go.

Jay shook his head before his tired brain remembered that he was talking on the phone. “Not really. I’ve had a lot of coffee though.”

“Dear, you know how you get when you have too much coffee,” Nya sighed, and if he wasn’t so tired he would’ve felt rather offended. “Call me if you can’t sleep tonight, okay? I don’t mind staying up with you or coming home early if I need to.”

But he minded. “I will, Nya. Thank you so much,” Jay said, words slurring together as he started falling asleep. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” and Jay was already out, phone still next to his ear as Nya laughed on the other end and hung up the call.

That was the last time he had properly slept, because as soon as he had woken up hours after the sun had gone down Jay went straight back to work in the garage. All of their vehicles needed tending to, and he didn’t want Nya and Pixal to worry about it after hearing about how Nya wanted to start new things once she got home. The rest of the night passed in silence, and Jay was exhausted on the patrol the next day. 

He never ended up calling Nya again, even though he would spend night after night awake and anxious but too worried to sleep. What if they needed help? What if the city was attacked and he wasn’t ready? What if he didn’t finish something in time for them to get back and Nya was upset with him?

Cole texted him on and off, but Jay had to stop staring at the length of time between the messages because of how anxious it made him. Zane checked in once, but it left worry gnawing at Jay’s gut because Zane normally checked in at least twice no matter how long the mission was. Lloyd didn’t respond to the link containing the latest news about Starfarer that he had sent him, and Kai never sent back any memes after Jay had emptied his meme folder of the week. Kai always sent memes.

Where were they?

Jay stayed up to wait for Cole’s responses, stayed up to wait for Zane’s second check-in, stayed up to wait for Lloyd to geek out with him or for Kai to send one of the stupidest memes known to mankind or for Nya to start raving about paint colors or even for Pixal to comment on how much time he had clocked in during the night (because it didn’t matter what she said he knew that she kept track).

And no one said anything.

Every day he would have a panic attack after coming home from patrol, shaking and crying on the couch for an hour before getting up and starting work. There was no one there to hug him, to hold him close and rub his back and card through his hair, and Jay didn’t like thinking about that for very long. 

It wasn’t until the sixth day when everything started crashing down. He wasn’t eating, instead grabbing whatever was easiest to eat out of their pantry and snacking. Drinking water had basically become non-existent, replaced by caffeine and soda and every other beverage that would’ve had Zane and Wu on his ass. Standing in one place for too long would make him feel nauseous, head swimming as his brain begged him to finally lay down and get some rest, but the only rest Jay was getting were the two hours he managed to crash on his workbench if he was lucky.

He needed help.

In a fit of desperation, Jay grabbed his phone off of the bathroom counter, sitting on the floor of the shower and letting the warm water run down his still-clothed back. It was the first one he had taken all week. Some articles online had said that warm showers could help with touch starvation, and he had been stupid enough to try it. Now here he was, one of the famed heroes of Ninjago sobbing on the floor because someone had left him alone for too long.

He couldn’t live like this anymore.

How fucking pathetic.

“Where are you?” he said angrily before Nya could even get a word out. He hated how angry he sounded, but he didn’t have the energy to hide it.

“What-”

“Cole hasn’t been responding to my messages,” Jay said, and he knew he was about to start raving and sent a mental apology to his Yang, “which is fine if he hasn’t felt like talking recent because I know that happens sometimes but Zane hasn’t done his second check-in; he always does two check-ins! And Pixal hasn’t said a word to me even though I’ve spent at least seventy hours in the workshop this week-”

“You’ve spent how much-”

“-and Lloyd hasn’t said anything about the Starfarer things I sent him but if he didn’t like Starfarer anymore he could’ve just told me it’s fine I would understand but he normally says stuff about them and there was really cool stuff in the newsletter this week! And Kai hasn’t sent me any memes but I know you guys have reception because of Cole so I don’t know why he isn’t sending me memes but I hope it’s not because mine were bad and then you haven’t said anything about paint colors this week but you always say stuff about paint colors and I don’t understand why!”

Nya was quiet on the other end until Jay let out a loud sob. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Honey,” and her voice was so gentle and so quiet that it just made Jay cry harder, “you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. Lloyd and Kai’s phone were wrecked pretty bad when we got here, and the reception is super spotty. Cole’s been trying to text you every day we’ve been here but it’s hard to find a good signal, and Zane was going to check in on you tonight. I’m sorry, sweetheart, if I had known how much stress that was causing you I would’ve told you sooner. Why didn’t you call me?”

“Because I should be stronger than that,” Jay blubbered, the tears starting to flow down his cheeks. How stupid could he have been?

“Jay Walker, love of my life, that is one of the stupidest things I have ever heard. You did not do anything wrong, and you should’ve called me to ask before it got this bad. Have you been sleeping? How many panic attacks have you had since we’ve been gone?”

“...one a day? At least?”

She sighed heavily, and Jay felt so fucking ashamed of himself. “I’m coming home early; you are not living like this.”

“No!” he exclaimed. “No, no it’s fine! You don’t need to come home just for me-”

“Except I am going to come home early because you need to sleep and this mission has been shitty and quite frankly I need to see you and I need cuddles without the others around.”

He was taken aback; this was much more direct than Nya normally was. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Nya paused again. “Jay, are you in the shower?”

“The stuff online said that it felt like a hug,” Jay bit his lip, embarrassed, “and I thought it might help. Sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Nya clicked her tongue, and the familiarity of the noise made Jay want to curl into a ball, “You have nothing to be sorry for, dear. I already know you’re guilt-tripping yourself,” dammit, how did she always know? “Which we will be talking about when I get home. But please make sure that you don’t forget the body wash this time. You’ll feel better once you clean up a bit. Don’t worry about your hair, I’ll brush it for you when I get home. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-Yeah, I can do that.”

[starpirateee]

Strange magic

@holloweaneweek day 4 - Worship

Warnings: none / read on AO3 here

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Over time, Miss Holloway got used to the varied stream of regulars that came through the doors of Miss Retro’s. She made sure to keep an eye on everyone who came in on a near regular basis, whether that be the group of students that came in separately but always left together, the parents that appeared sporadically after the school run…

Or that one writer.

He was a relatively quiet bloke, hardly ever spoke, and he almost always took a lonely corner in one of the booths. No matter what he chose to do, whether he brought his beat up pair of headphones or not, he was always trying to write something. His equipment included a notebook that changed every month or so, and a pen that maybe changed twice as often. Neither were very expensive, in fact his pens were always black or blue ballpoints that looked like they’d come from a five dollar multipack.

Holloway knew very little about this mysterious patron of her diner, but he intrigued her more than anyone. Mainly because he kept losing track of time and staying until long after everyone else had left.

Tonight was no exception.

She returned from washing the remainder of the dishes and emerged from the kitchen, ready to lock up. Much to her surprise, she returned to the sound of a pen scratching against paper, and glanced across the diner floor to be met by the writer. He was leaning over the notebook, headphones over his ears, and not even close to paying attention to the world.

The late evening glow was illuminating him in such a way that really complimented him, she thought. His dark hair was slick back, and her neon lights really made it sparkle. His expression was set and focused, and was perfectly reflected in the window he was leaning against.

“Hey, uh… Excuse me, sir?”

He looked up, registering her presence at the counter, and was immediately struck with the general lack of atmosphere around him. He removed a headphone, and stood up immediately. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Miss-” He muttered hurriedly, gathering his things as he rose from his seat.

“Oh no, I don’t mind! Just how lost in your own world were you?” She chuckled.

“I’ve been sitting here for- holy… Three hours, and I’ve pretty much been going strong since then… Again, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to keep ya…” He started to walk out, but her voice drew him back before he could reach the door.

“Wait! You’re gonna stay this long, and you won’t even give me your name?”

He stopped in his tracks and turned, shooting her an amused glance. “My name, huh? Do I get the same pleasure?”

“You could, if that’s what you wanted… You’re a pretty interesting guy, and the least I can hope for is a bit of conversation outta you next time you come in, huh?”

The smile playing at her lips made him smile too, and he nodded. “Alright, consider it a deal. Name’s Douglas, but most people call me Duke.” He walked back over to the counter and reached out a hand, something she took him up on immediately.

“Holloway. It’s a real pleasure.”

He returned at the end of the week, and elected to sit counterside on one of the brightly coloured barstools. Holloway got a good look at his notebook this time, and noticed that it was thick with loose sheets that he’d clearly scribbled various notes and passages across. They were spread across all of the pages, separating them into various sized clumps of what were presumably works of their own.

When she wasn’t seeing to the other customers and dealing with a kitchen that she was managing to keep from setting on fire, she was talking to Duke. Her first port of call was making a point about how much he wrote; hopefully she’d be able to take that in some kind of direction where he’d tell her more about what was going on inside those pages.

“Yeah, basically every opportunity I have, I’m out here tryna make something work… It’s the first big project I’ve had going in a while, and I might’ve gotten myself a little over-hyped for it, but I dunno, it’s pretty cool to me..” he shrugged.

“What’s the project?” She leaned forwards against the counter, close enough to notice that some of the loose sheets had been stapled, taped and sometimes glued to the main body of the notebook. Now, it looked less like loose notes and more like a case file, with evidence gathered from a whole collection of sources all over the place. It really looked like he was trying to build something here.

He blinked, as if he wasn’t expecting anyone to take any genuine interest in what he was doing. Absently tapping the pen against the page he was currently working on, he tried to figure out what exactly to tell her that would make her just as intrigued as when she’d asked. “So far, it’s a mess,” he played off with a chuckle, reminding himself that none of those notes were in order and hadn’t yet formed anything of a coherent story. “But, I’m looking to make it some kinda fantasy, where a woman with a crazy secret comes into the world’s most ordinary town, and has to try and keep the residents from finding her out? Something like that, anyway. I’ve not written a single thing in order yet, and it's been spread over three notebooks…”

That sounded an awful lot like…

Holloway briefly faltered, reminding herself that she didn’t come into Hatchetfield because it was the world’s most normal town. Far from, in fact. She’d come into Hatchetfield because she’d never seen a town where more weird things happened on a daily basis, and she’d managed to convince herself that she’d fit right in. So far, she’d been absolutely right. So far, nobody had even noticed.

Though, she couldn’t recall telling Duke her life story, and even if she had, then he wouldn’t be privy to remembering it at all…

A curious smile crossed her face; she was desperate to keep up the act that she hadn’t been surprised at his synopsis. “My, Duke, where do you get your inspiration from?”

“Funnily enough, I got that one from coming in here… There’s something about this place, and as soon as I sat down a couple months ago, I just knew that was what I had to do… It’s strange, I’d been struggling with inspiration for such a long time, it’s such a coincidence that I found it here…”

“Or magic,” she suggested with a raised eyebrow.

He laughed. Her shoulders sank a little, flooded with relief. “Or magic,” he echoed, and then laughed again. “Y’know what, yeah… Maybe it is magic.”

“You really got a full idea just from coming in here? My coffee’s not that good, and I promise, I’ve never laced it with anything magical-” well… Not entirely. She had tried her luck by charming the place in a certain way, but that didn’t work for her, completely disregarding what anyone else would think of it. Though, the coffee machine had never broken, and did always seem to make the coffee in just the right way…

“I swear it, the whole thing comes to me in pieces every time I sit down in here…” Duke’s tone was bewildered, he’d never really understood it for himself, but it was one of the many things that kept him coming back as often as he did. It wasn’t easy for him to write everywhere, but when it wasn’t the desk in his office, white he was trying to avoid the slowly growing pile of reports sitting at his side, then it was in her diner. And one of those places didn’t have people on the other side of the line telling him to pick up the pace on the files.

She offered him a smile. “Looks like you’ve really found your muse.”

Muse.

He thought about that even as he headed home and actually cracked on with work from his actual job. So far, he’d gotten as far as understanding what a muse was, and even then he wasn’t quite sure. Nine sisters from the old myths, that helped inspire artists and scientists alike by giving them inspiration.

In a way, that was exactly what happened. He didn’t know whether it was the energy in the diner, or it’s lovely, charming, beautiful hostess…

Who was he kidding? From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, he’d become infatuated. People around town always said that about Miss Retro, but he’d never thought it could be quite so true. It was always something along the lines of “She makes it hard not to be in love with her…” and “I’d envy the lucky guy that finally gets to Miss Retro’s heart,” and Duke was finally starting to see why. The charm she laid on in every conversation, the genuine interest she showed in the world itself and the lives of everyone else, it was admirable. He did understand what everyone was talking about.

Was she his muse?

The source of his inspiration, the reason he was up and writing again after so long being out of it. Hell, the reason he was feeling better in himself than he had in years. All of it was down to her, come to think about it.

Thinking about her like that got him through the case files he promised he’d write up three days ago, and it took him far less time than he normally would, too. He was half expecting to fall asleep over his coffee table as he so often did, the cat piled comfortably on top of his reports. But, he had the whole workload cleared and back in his bag before midnight even hit.

He decided to put this theory and her little joke to the test. The next day, he was out around town. There were two rather pressing calls that he had to make, and while he was waiting in the time between them, he tried to lean against the steering wheel of his old pickup and draw a little inspiration from something that wasn’t Holloway. He thought about the next place he had to go; the trailer park bordering the Witchwood. That place had always seemed a little creepy to him, even if he’d never actually gone into the forest to try and dispel those feelings. But, Hannah Foster never failed to make the day more interesting, even if the case wasn’t specifically about her in herself.

He hummed to the music crackling from the radio. God, he still needed to replace that thing, it was really getting on… Maybe keep the CD drive, though, the collection in the glove department would suffer otherwise. How much was a replacement radio for a car? Would Tony be able to sort that?

When his mind finally stopped wandering for long enough to focus on the book in front of him, he noticed that he’d absently written. That was a start, maybe he really could write anywhere…

No. Nope. Those sentences had been there before he started losing track of everything.

He sighed, glaring at the notebook as if it was personally responsible for his lack of motivation. Surely, he and Holloway had been joking about the diner being magic? Surely he could get himself to write something that actually made some sense, and do it somewhere where he wasn’t thinking of her…

One sentence followed another, and then slowly but surely became a whole paragraph.

That didn’t count, he was thinking about her!

Becoming aware of that made him stop. He was thinking about her. Surely that was one huge coincidence. Surely, all he was doing here was proving that he could write in his truck if he so wanted to, it didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing!

The idea that he could’ve been so lucky to be blessed with a muse was funny to him. What had he ever done to deserve such a… Pleasure? A privilege? That kind of luck just wasn’t in the cards for him.

But, there she was, in the forefront of his mind, and his single paragraph had become three and a half before he could even think to stop himself.

She really wasn’t joking, was she?

As soon as he’d cleared things up with Hannah, which was a simple case involving going over the release files for her sister and explaining what would happen to her mother after that, he drove all the way down to Miss Retro’s, to see if he could clear the air.

Holloway saw the way Duke had come through the door, a mix of fractured confidence and sheer confusion painted on his face. He took a seat on the barstool in the far corner, and got her attention as soon as he could. “Hey, could I get a moment?” He asked, though she could see he was willing to wait for it.

So, knowing that, she nodded. “Sure, I’ve got an order coming in five, but I’ll get straight to you.”

He inclined his head, and cracked open his notebook just to prove a point to himself. In that five minutes, before she returned to him and could give him her full attention, he’d finished the page, and managed lines on the next one too. Of course the magic was working in full force here. Of course.

“So… What’s wrong?”

When he looked back up at her, she was glancing at him expectantly, seemingly knowing she’d phrased the question in the right way. He stared at her for a moment, and then looked down at the pages. The reason he was here. As if he was worried someone else would listen, his gaze darted behind him in both directions before finally settling on her again. “You weren’t kidding about that muse thing, huh?”

“What d’you mean?”

“You’re working some kinda magic on me or something… I can’t get shit done on this project unless I’m here, or you’re occupying my thoughts. I mean, I tried it in my van earlier today, and I spent more time staring out the window than I think I ever have. Soon as you come to mind, three and a half paragraphs in only a couple minutes. What? Are you actually a muse?”

There was a beat of silence. When she occupied his thoughts… Or when he was there at the diner… That made way too much sense for it to be a coincidence. He’d started this story unknowingly based on a version of the tale of her life. And now he couldn’t get it done without her. She blinked, trying to work out just how she was going to go about answering his question. Eventually, she settled on, “Seriously?”

Duke relaxed a little, thinking she was about prepared to laugh in his face. This wasn’t much of an improvement, but he could work with this. He nodded. “I’m serious. I don’t think I’ve felt stranger about anything before, but I wish I could tell you I was lying.”

“It’s okay. I believe you.”

“You… Do?” He raised an eyebrow.

She hummed, somewhat vacantly. There was a lot she could say about this, but he’d retain none of it, through no fault of his own. The real answer would have to be hidden in some cleverly crafted layer of charm that she’d have to act fast to work, before he started believing that she was magic and she’d have no way to tell him he was wrong. “Sometimes, people just have that effect on someone else. Who’s to say you can’t get inspiration from someone like me?”

He managed a smile, but it was still heavily rooted in the tension he felt at his shoulders. “You’re saying… People can be a source of inspiration, and it’s just one of those things?”

“Isn’t everything just ‘one of those things’?”

“I- I guess?”

“Do you… mind me being your source of inspiration?”

His answer came immediately and without hesitation. There was no need to think of the answer to that question, because he already knew how he felt about it. This was one of the best things that had ever happened to him, and Holloway really didn’t seem to mind how often she was present in his head.

“No. I would honestly find a way to thank you if it wasn’t just a… thought out version of you.”

She chuckled. It sounded like a melody in itself. People used to worship the muses, didn’t they? And wasn’t the fact that she was directly responsible for a good majority of his inspiration worship in itself? He sure as hell didn’t know. It felt like he owed her something like that, but presently he still knew the difference between his head and the reality in front of him. Of course, that reality was that muses weren’t real, he just really liked thinking about her…

“I don’t mind being your muse, Duke.”

[sasusakucoded]

Weeks after Sasuke came back to Konohagakure, Sakura invited him to a festival. Sasuke was hesitant to go at first, bothered by what people might say when they see him. But, Sakura assured him that everything would be fine and others would join them as well.

Ino: Ooh! Sai suggested that sketch booth! *points at the booth adjacent to the gate* He knows the artist and likes his art style.

Tenten: Do you want to try it out? We can head there while waiting for others.

Hinata: Yeah.. Naruto said he'll be late.

Temari: Same for Shikamaru..

Sakura: *looks at Sasuke for confirmation*

Sasuke: *nods*

Ino: Let's go— Oh, is that okay with you, Sasuke-kun?

Sasuke: Uh— Yeah.

The group went to the booth and Ino introduced her companions to the artist. He agreed to give them a discount because of Sai. They went inside a make-shift studio and the artist asked them to sit on the bench. He adjusted the lighting multiple times and instructed them how to project.

Artist: Please stay still while I sketch your group.

Girls: *nod*

Sasuke went behind the artist to watch him while he drew. The girls giggled here and there but they tried their best to not move.

Artist: Almost done.. Just adding some finishing touches.

Ino: By the way, we need 5 copies of that, okay?

Artist: Yeah. But it will take me an hour to make the copies.

Temari: Hmmm I don't think we have an hour to wait though. We haven't had dinner yet.

Sakura: It's fine! Um— I mean— Sasuke-kun and I can stay here while you guys eat dinner. We had ours before going here.. Right, Sasuke-kun?

Sasuke: Yeah.

Ino: Are you sure?

Sakura: Yeah, you guys go ahead.

Tenten: Okay.. But let's see the sketch first!

Artist: As you wish.. *shows the sketch*

Ino: Wow! Sai's right! You're really good!!

Temari: We all look good! I like how he captured our expressions!

Hinata: We can't thank you enough! Really appreciate it, sir!

Sakura: Ahh I really like it! Our features are so detailed!

Tenten: We should pay more, to be honest! I look sweeter here. *laughs*

Artist: Thank you for your kind words but as agreed upon earlier, you'll get it at a discounted price. Your praises made my night, so that's enough.

Ino: Thank you so much! Sakura, Sasuke-kun, we'll go now! See you later!

---

Sakura: Hmm I can smell grilled squid from here.

Sasuke: Do you want some?

Sakura: No-no! I—

Sasuke: I'll buy some. *leaves*

Sakura: Um, sir..

Artist: Yes?

Sakura: While waiting for the sketch.. Can you also draw my.. My..

Artist: Your boyfriend?

Sakura: We're not— I mean—

Artist: *laughs* Sorry for making you anxious.. Okay, you want me to draw him?

Sakura: Yeah.. If we still have time..

Artist: Give me a few minutes.

Sakura: And please.. Um.. Please give it to me discreetly. I don't want him to see it.. It's embarrassing.. *smiles shyly*

Artist: Sure thing!

---

Sakura: Thank you, Sasuke-kun! This tastes really good. And it's very soft too.

Sasuke: I agree.

Artist: There's a stand that sells sakura-flavored juice outside. A must-try if you ask me.

Sasuke: Do you want to try that?

Sakura: Only if you like to try it too.

Sasuke: Okay, wait for me here. *leaves*

Artist: Now that he's outside.. Here! *shows the sketch*

Sakura: Oh my gosh! He looks so handsome!

Artist: Do you like it?

Sakura: Yes! I can't thank you enough! *gives 2000 ryo*

Artist: I can't accept that!

Sakura: No, you deserve it. Please accept it.. You worked hard on it anyway.

Artist: Okay, then. If you need my service in the future, just contact me.

Sakura: For sure!

---

Sakura: Thank you, Sasuke-kun! I hope you enjoyed as much as I did.

Sasuke: I did, Sakura. Thanks for inviting me.

Sakura: Take care! Thanks again for bringing me home.

Sasuke: Yeah.

---

As soon as Sasuke reached his apartment, he took out his scroll and a pen.

"Sharingan!"

He repeated the exact same movements of the artist with precision. He looked at his drawing, very pleased with the result.

"Hn. I guess I can keep a copy too."

[chayscribbles]

chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ january 2024

☆ STATISTICS.

projects worked on: The Gemini Heist. also i glanced at Andromeda Rogue but gave up on that real quick

proudest accomplishment: i uhhh drew some really cool gemini heist aus

books read: The Long Way to a Small and Angry Planet by Becky Chambers; The Blighted Stars by Megan E O'Keefe; System Collapse (Murderbot Diaries #7) by Martha Wells. i got the first one for christmas and I CANNOT RECOMMEND IT ENOUGH. the other too were really good too.

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

hi! i have been very scarce from writeblr lately (and that's probably not gonna change soon) but i am alive and still creating! i mostly drew this month tbh but i did get some writing in, surprisingly!

you may or may not have noticed, but i'm no longer putting my wordcount in these updates. i've realized it's just not a valid metric for me to be measuring my progress. like, just because i haven't written any words in my draft doesn't mean i didn't make progress on my wip in other ways. and it doesn't make sense to use it for things like editing or revising, where words get cut all the time.

in wip news: i'm still reaaaally struggling to edit andromeda rogue, and after tinkering with it a bit at the beginning of the month, i made myself put it aside until february. which is... tomorrow. we'll see how that goes.

in the meantime i got some progress on gemini heist!

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: THE GEMINI HEIST (draft 0)

this has got to be the messiest drafts i've ever written. my first drafts are usually somewhat clean, but this? it's placeholder city in here, i've skipped writing any kind of description, there are plot holes that i only realized existed later but forced myself to ignore for now in favour of moving forward. this is fine.

i'm not going to lie... i still don't have most of the heist figured out. i'm a plantser but i've been pantsing a lot more than planning and it feels like i'm flying blind and i'm gonna crash into a wall at any moment. this is totally fine.

not to mention, a ship i did not expect has emerged and punched me in the face, and since i have little self control, everything is even more messy, especially between these characters, and i have no clue how the hell i'm gonna resolve any of this. everything is fine. (and no, i'm not saying who is involved, but at least [REDACTED] has two hands. sorta.)

i'm having fun, though. that's what matters, right?

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

since i haven't really posted any writing in a hot minute, here's a slightly longer, VERY gay excerpt 😏 for context, this is right before the girls are set to crash a coronation party, and Gabi has asked Euna to help with her makeup 😌

“Thank you,” Gabi said, beginning to stand. “It’s not done,” Euna protested, taking her wrist to pull her back down. “I still have to do your lips.” “Oh,” Gabi said, settling back onto the bunk. She squirmed in place. “It’s not that important— I don’t want to take up any more of your time—” “It won’t take long,” Euna promised, taking out a tube of shimmering pink lipstick. She brought her other hand up to Gabi’s face, pausing right before touching her. “May I?” Gabi nodded, her neck bobbing slightly as she swallowed.  Euna gently cupped Gabi’s chin and drew her closer so she could see better, uncapping the tube with her teeth and spitting it out onto the bunk. Gabi sucked in an audible breath as Euna pressed the lipstick against her top lip and carefully smeared colour and glitter from one side to the other. Her hand slowed as it dragged the stick in the opposite direction along Gabi’s bottom lip, coming to a complete stop when she reached the end. For a moment, she stayed frozen in place, holding the lipstick to the corner of Gabi’s mouth, her other palm pressed against Gabi’s warm cheek, feeling her racing pulse at the tips of her fingers.  “Is… is something wrong?” Gabi asked in a whisper, barely moving her lips. Euna quickly withdrew both her hands from Gabi’s face. “No,” she said, groping the covers around her to retrieve the cap. “Just, ah, making sure I’d done it correctly.”

☆ TAGLISTS. let me know if you want to be added/removed to any of them.

general taglist:

@nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @onomatopiya @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation @chazzawrites @bardolatrycore @innocentlymacabre

gemini heist taglist:

@florraisons @akindofmagictoo @cream-and-tea @nicola-writes @memento-morri-writes @antique-symbolism @rose-bookblood @afoolandathief @pepperdee @avi-why @zonnemaagd @chazzawrites @analogued @enchanted-lightning-aes @innocentlymacabre @kahvilahuhut @celestepens @cilly-the-writer @extra-magichours @onomatopiya @outpost51

[rosainta]

“Advice Unmasked: Team Fortress 2”

{Transcript}

Miss Pauling: “Thanks for listening, Spy. I’m sorry if I got a bit melodramatic at the end there.”

Spy: “No problem, ma chère. Remember— these things take time, so just keep aiming to improve yourself.”

Miss Pauling: “Yeah, I… think I can do that.”

Spy: “Good. Now, run along and shoot Scout for me, will you?”

Miss Pauling: “Hah, alright.”

Description: Spy giving his usual high-quality French advice after listening to Miss Pauling vent about work problems.

(Made with a hint of inspiration from the AO3 fic “A Pauling’s Attire” by Lizziefij / elrong, with her wonderful headcanon of Spy and Miss Pauling being somewhat close— specifically stylistically!

Here is the link- go read it when you can. It’s super well-written, professional, and the artwork that goes along with it is just phenomenal!! <3 :

~ * ~

Started January 28th, 2024 at 1:00AM, Home Finished January 30th, 2024 at 4:45, Home

Art Notes:

This is a gift / apology art for the user @slimsnipes , after them being very kind (and tolerant of my incessant blabber mouth… so sorry about that... 😭) during a stream and helping improve my art skills and motivating me to keep creating!

Please, if you haven’t already, go check them out! They make wonderful art— especially Speeding Bullet-related content!!! >u< — and are just really cool in general, so if you want to be crying in awe for two hours straight (like me…), here’s the person to go to!

As for the artwork, I made it really late at night and really quickly— not because I was rushing but more because I made it during a spontaneous burst of inspiration at 1AM that even my sleepiness couldn't stop. -w-

Probably due to my inability to think straight from the tardy inspo-explosion, I made a mistake when drawing where Spy's ear and jawline ended up being WAYYY closer to his eyes than physically possible. I re-drew it in Markup and covered it up with shading (because I can't be bothered to erase the colouring and rip the paper LOL), and now, aside from the general area and lineart being slightly darker than the rest of his face, you can barely tell there was a change at all!

Plus, it helped improve my colouring a little bit, which was great because that was my initial goal with this drawing in the first place.

This work is not something I'm immensely proud of since there are a lot of flaws with it, like the entire wonky anatomy of Spy, that I feel I could have avoided if I had just made it during the day and... not so randomly... but I'm still going to post it here just to document the experience and take it as a lesson to learn from!

And, again, to reiterate, my standards are pretty low for what I post here-- anything that doesn't look like chicken scratch or scribbles-- because I want to post things that I truly express myself with, so I won't be leaving this one out!

Anyhow, that's about it for this one! Remember to check out slimsnipes and Lizziefij when you can, they are both super talented and they've really shaped the way I create, and I'm sure they'll inspire you too, in the best way possible!

Have a good one, pally~ ^.^

~ Rosain Quivan

Credits: ‘Team Fortress 2’ by Valve, “A Pauling’s Attire” by Lizziefij / elrong, slimsnipes Image source: Rosain Quivan Created by: Rosain Quivan {Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )}

[wuntrum]

How long have you been drawing the saints for girls? what are all the members like personality wise? :0

soooo saints for girls started out as a different little project right at the start of the pandemic (i was missing concerts a whole lot so i made up my own little band to play with like barbie dolls in my head lkjsdf), here's the original art of cass + frankie + ry + jas

buuut this version ^ of jas doesn't exist anymore (also that jas was the bassist lol), and vincent didn't exist yet...i drew them a little bit but never fully did much just because other stuff (college) kinda got in the way? (also their whole story was more concepty, like they were called whytokay like Y2k (because ry sees a vision of a future where music is outlawed and she has to put together this band to save the world, which still happens a little bit but not to this extent lol), and also that game YIIK got released and it made me really sour on that name LOL).

at the end of 2021 i wanted to revisit them and maybe design merch for my thesis in art school but i realized that if my professors tried to tell me what to do with them i would've killed everybody and then myself so <3 we didn't do that

and after the late summer of mcr i went back and really wanted to commit focus to them again :) jas 1.0 never really made much sense to me (honestly none of them are very fem, and just like where i'm at with my own life rn, i wanted them to be explicitly androgynous / genderqueer so.) jas 2.0 came about + i made vincent to kind of fill the pretentious void left by jas 1.0 LOLLL

so yeah ive been drawing them for almost 3 years now :3 but saints for girls as they exist today only came about in like october 2022. and for their personalities, i'm gonna put all the answers for the uquiz below because they're a pretty good starter for their personalities (still working on their Exact dynamics, so i don't wanna commit to anything more yet) (also spoilers for the uquiz lol)