#I'll answer some of the questions with drawings

[kathbunny]

Prince VR-LA caught sneaking back in after a night out! he's drunk and it's kinda cute

The halls were quiet that night as Maxim walked through them. Normally, he would've been in his bedroom, that overly elegant and decorated place without any mess which had been gifted to him. His routine was strict enough, his head would hit the pillow and he'd be asleep in an instant, but tonight he broke his routine. It was a rare thing, but something unavoidable on this night it seemed, his heart not letting him settle and rest. He sighed, the walk doing him no good, and turned around to walk back to his room.

There were maybe ten minutes of near perfect quiet before a sound caught Maxim's attention, making his hand go to his sword. At the end of the hall which held both his and his prince's room there had always been a window. It was something he thought of as risky, but when he brought it up to those in charge of security, they rambled on about traditions, of all things.

Maxim was correct though. He knew he was. Especially as he saw a scrawny figure entering into the hall, struggling to squeeze through the narrow opening they managed. Maxim inched forward carefully, drawing his sword, trying to get at least some advantage of surprise against the potential assassin. Instead, as he got closer, he had a very different startling revelation.

There was the prince, going clattering to the floor as he made it through the window and laughing slightly to himself, cheeks flushed with what was likely drunkenness. VR-LA was wearing cheap looking clothes, his hair messied with ashes to stain its beautiful color into another darker one temporarily.

"Your majesty." Maxim said with quite a bit of disappointment as he moved closer.

VR-LA basically shrieked at being startled, sitting up as quickly as he could. "Oh! Maxim!" He then said, sound outright excited to see his knight. "Hiiiiii!"

"Come on, let's get you off the floor and into a bath..." Maxim sighed, helping him off the floor. "I won't question where you went to this time, lecturing a drunk man will do me nothing, and I can get my answers from you in the morning."

VR-LA initially began to pout before his expression changed again as he hugged Maxim's arms, putting his head on Maxim's shoulder. The knight could only sigh and keep walking as the prince started to chatter away. "I was hanging out with Dani! And Roy!" He hiccuped. "Roy said I should try this new drink that folks started making and it tasted horrible!"

"As most alcohol does." Maxim humored, ushering the prince into his chambers and starting to drag him to the bathroom door.

"Yeah, that's true." VR-LA giggled. "You like sweet things, right? Like cakes and tarts. I've got a bunch of cookies from a stupid suitor who can't catch a hint..." He grumbled, mood switching nonsensically. "We could share though!"

"I have no desire for cookies from somebody who wishes to wed you." Maxim said flatly, guiding VR-LA to sit on the bathroom floor while he went to start the bath. Magical plumbing was a nice thing to have, bothering a servant at this time would've likely been troublesome for everyone.

VR-LA was pouting again. "Yeah, I don't either..."

"Then why offer to share?" Maxim questioned, watching the water slowly fill instead of looking at the prince's flushed cheeks. This may have been the longest they've ever talked, and it's solely because he's humoring somebody drunk...

"Because it might be nice with you?"

Maxim didn't reply to that, instead just turning off the water. "I trust you to be able to undress and bathe yourself. I'll be getting you fresh clothes and staying outside the door after."

I've been deranged levels of obsessed with knights lately and if I don't write jaded knight/damselled prince I'll explode

This isn't a specific au so-

Maxim saves VR-LA! (and other interactions)

I'm gonna explode

CW: blood, violence

Blood soaked Maxim's boots, the massive creature reduced to desperate clawing at the tiled floors to attempt to get to Maxim, slamming its wings against the walls with each push. A foolish attempt. It took practically nothing to just step around it. He couldn't leave it to just bleed out, and so he moved to a safe distance at its size, letting its attempts at turning expose its weak point.

He took his crossbow off his belt, loading it, drawing it, and shooting. It thrashed one last time, slamming its own neck against the floor in a vain attempt to get the bolt out, only securing its death as it went limp.

Maxim resumed his walking, tucking away his crossbow as he made his way to the large door. It took quite a bit of force to pry it open, the effort leaving him breathing heavily from exertion, but he got inside. Within there was a gorgeous room that was near entirely white, colored light coming in through stained glass windows creating gorgeous effects. Maxim felt no guilt at the blood from his boots staining the tile.

A bed was at the very center, surrounded by thin lace curtains. Those would've taken years to craft. What a waste. Maxim pushed aside the curtains to reveal who laid within, the one he was meant to save. Fast asleep and tied up, the prince of his home laid in the bed. Silver curls laid messily over the pillow, none of his classic princely attire removed, not even his crown.

"Your grace," Maxim said, not lowering his normal volume, watching VR-LA startle awake and blink at him in confusion, "it's time to get you out of here." Before the true kidnapper returned.

"Who..?" VR-LA questioned, half asleep and confused.

"Just a knight. The queen sent me." Maxim said, pulling out his knife and starting to cut away the ropes before helping VR-LA to sit up. "Others will be meeting us nearby, you won't need to know my name."

VR-LA contemplated that, rubbing at his wrists. "Then how can I know you're trustworthy? That you're not just another kidnapper?" He very clearly didn't fully believe his own words, he didn't think Maxim was a kidnapper.

Maxim could already tell how exhausting this short journey would be. "You do not know the name of every knight there is, you would not know mine." He said, taking a step back to look over the prince, which visibly made VR-LA uncomfortable. "...apologies. You can call me Maxim."

This seemed to appease the prince. He stood up, his shoes clicking against the tile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Maxim."

---

Maxim kneeled before the queen, keeping his head down she gave an overly long speech about his heroism and being thankful and rewards. None of it was something he particularly cared for, he merely wanted to return to his home far off in the countryside, to return to his retirement in peace.

"-And so, in honor of his great deed, and in an act of caution until these events have been truly investigated, Sir Maxim will be rewarded, in addition to all previously promised rewards, with the position of the Crown Prince's personal guard. He shall be given the greatest honor of being entrusted to protect a piece of our very future."

Maxim internally said several words no gentleman should ever speak aloud. Mystra continued speaking not even sparing him a glance until it was time for him to say his thanks.

"...that is an honor beyond words and beyond what I deserve. Thank you, your majesty." He said through gritted teeth, not raising his head to avoid showing his expression. Who would consider babysitting a bratty prince an honor?

[a2zillustration]

The desire to draw these two again but without the motivation to make something more than one of these little charts (oops)

Thank you Valc0 for making the sheet!

[kwillow]

If Theo's mother never perished, would he have been a collector or maker of toy trains? Instead of spending years learning necromancy he'd create massive scale miniatures for his locomotives?

Theo did collect model trains in his young adulthood, before Jo passed on! And while the panel of page two of this comic doesn't show much of it, he also constructed miniature, semi-naturalistic settings around his toy train's tracks. He was very meticulous and persnickety about it, he wanted his fictional worlds to be perfect in the ways to real world isn't. He used to have a lot of spare time... the benefit of being determinedly unemployed for years.

If Jocosa hadn't passed so soon, he would have continued pursuing that past-time, yes. Though, eventually, she might try to gently nudge him to spend less time on arranging tiny trees on his train set and more time on managing the estate, politicking, getting married, etc... (well, maybe not; she always was pretty indulgent when it came to his little hobbies).

Though trains specifically weren't his central focus so much as just a fascination with things that seemed adventurous and fantastical. He also liked collecting ships in bottles, antiquated weaponry, old books -- things that represented a grander world that he could grasp while being shuttered up in the comfort and safety of his home.

If he had grown up in a lower class (as in, actually needed to and expected to work for a living) he might have enjoyed being a toymaker, if he wasn't doing more "intellectual" work. Just so long as he wasn't expected to sell the things, too. There's no universe that would make him a people person.

[afkphorabit]

OKAY SO. i took a bit to respond to prev's (@feuerscram) (it's not letting me tag them though) tags because i was busy and i wanted to do some sketches before posting but i. severely underestimated how hard it is to draw clothes with lots of fluffy bits. and cool patterns. and transparent veil things. and dresses in general

but i really, really like these tags so i'm just gonna write my way through it and hope that tomorrow i'll be free and fine enough to make more progress on these sketches!

OKAY. SO. MERLANYON RIGHT? i hadn't even considered the idea of a "human transformation outfit" until feuerscram brought it up! i was probably just gonna cover him in atrocious amounts of seaweed or hide him behind rocks and call it a day. But. this is really cool to think about.

one small issue is: i haven't really come up with How he transforms into a human, or What makes him transform into a human. i'm not sure what kind of magic does it yet. is it a curse? an ariel-type deal with a witch? an artifact? is it just a kind of magic he possesses by himself? so many questions. i don't have an answer yet. however, i do have the strong notion that i want him to be able to transform back into a siren from time to time- and though i think just splashing any form of water on him H2O-style would maybe be a little too inconvenient (especially in moments where he has to be on deck with the rest of the characters), maybe it's water in some really specific circumstance that gets him. sea water during the high tide? water bathed by a full moon's light? something weird and arbitrarily magical-sounding like that, probably. something that could happen from time to time, but rarely.

so, earlier today, i did a wee bit of research. i looked up mermaid dresses. then an idea came to mind: what would a mermaid dress look like in the 1800s? how can i try to merge these concepts? ooh, and what would his "transformation outfit" look like if it was more masculine, too? well uh, these are.. works in progress.. i'm sorry prev i might take a little longer to post these </3

on jekyll and hyde though:

hyde is definitely plaguing jekyll very similarly to how he does in canon. he's the bane of jekyll's existence (though also a form of relief when he goes get to be out and about).

in this au, as a curse of some kind, hyde may still be a part of jekyll's soul, but one that's been snapped off and reshaped and a little altered by the curse. jekyll can see him in shadows and reflections, as well as talk to him in their head anytime - like in canon - but here, hyde is.. a little more unnatural. (i've mentioned he has tentacles for hair sometimes. yeah.) his relationship with jekyll directly parallels their canon dynamic, where hyde is often trying to get under his skin and convince him to Do Sin (for lack of a better, less funny word lmao), and he gradually takes to more drastic measures as the story goes on. only, in this au, hyde getting worse as time goes on is like 50% the curse's fault. he's also got significantly more aura, and maybe some powers if i feel like letting him have Nice Things. and instead of regular conversation he's gonna be ominously whispering in jekyll's ear.

they do cooperate from time to time. sometimes they have a common interest. they usually have different methods to Achieve said interest in mind, though, so that's another obstacle in the way of them agreeing and properly getting along lmao.

and i wanna talk about this specifically because i like the idea: i want hyde to have some sort of kraken-octopus-cthulu motif going on. it's the idea that there is a higher power they don't fully understand that is behind his existing in the way that he does, and it bleeds into him as it shapes him according to its own image. another inspiration worth mentioning is the maggot-dog from Army Of Nightmares, in the way its head sillhouette is comprised of shadowy writhing tendrils and all.

he's.. a little freak for sure. i love him. here's a vague pencil sketch from yesterday that i drew at school as a way to just think about the concept.

yet again pondering a Sea Things au. yet again pondering. i am not immune to the allure of male siren robert lanyon nor the image of jekyll switching between "sailor guy :)" and "what the fuck kinda blackbeard wannabe is that blonde creature. WHY DOES IT HAVE TENTACLES FOR HAIR WHEN IT'S IN SHADOW."

[solplease]

i've been very excited to post this but here are my ocs haha!! meet lune, cecilia, nox, and aster!

close ups, more info, and a more detailed relationship chart under the cut! this is gonna be a long post haha. there's also some more info about rowan!

cecilia's twin (he's the older twin) ((by two minutes. lol))

the type to go “here to here, i’ll buy it all”

he's got a temper

possessive, devoted, and jealous yandere

people think he's a tad bit insane (and he's self aware mostly,,)

gets into fights often

“want me to kill that guy for you?” (he’s serious btw)

he’s not nice lmao, but to you he is (in his own special way of course..!)

kind of like a cat who will proudly leave dead rats and leaves on your doorstep as a gift bc it thinks you can’t hunt for yourself

hates nox LMFAO

difficult to approach at first but once you get close he won’t ever let you go.

extroverted

LOUD. someone shut him up, this mf does NOT stop yapping bro

annoying as hell and he doesn’t know that lmao

if he absolutely has to, he’ll behave. but it's... odd

constantly needs to be doing something or he’ll get bored lol

has a bit of a sweet tooth (typical)

Bastard (not literally)

played the piano when he was younger with his sister, but he hated playing it

bad terms with his family except for cecilia

huge rebellious streak

shockingly will not kidnap you! everyone already knows you’re his, and he’s yours. and he won’t let anyone get in between you two. yay..!

hates it when you don’t pay attention to him (will absolutely start sulking too)

he’s impulsive but he’s not completely reckless

you probs shouldn’t trust him too much though he has good (????) intentions lol

seems silly (debatable really) but he’s dangerous.

half of the things he says sound like jokes but trust me, he means it. he’d do anything and everything for you, don’t forget!

shockingly pouty and whiny, only in front of you though

him and cecilia have matching bracelets from when they were younger which they both wear to this day

he’s oblivious as fuck, and an idiot

lune's twin (she's younger)

normal (somewhat) ((not really))

sweet and friendly

really likes giving gifts to people she cares about

jumps to conclusion and freaks out easily, but she’s subtle about it

constantly stressed (lune is her brother, so… i get it)

introverted (runs on a social battery)

says things without thinking sometimes

people pleaser

awkward as hell tbh, but it’s really not obvious because she’s good at putting on a front 

kinda has the ”””””princely””””” persona (i didnt know how to describe that better lmao

has abandonment issues

girlfail tbh

hardworking

shes really protective of her loved ones

likes cute things

has issues with her family but still talks to them (lune does NOT)

on really good terms with lune, they’re very close (even though he’s a huge troublemaker that stresses the shit out of her) ((if he fucks around too much she’ll give him a good smack))

packs a good punch

SENSITIVE…

potential yandere? still not too sure if i’ll make her a fully fledged yan but she def has some of the traits lol

her and lune have matching bracelets from when they were younger! (she wears it everyday!)

she doesn’t mean to put on a front it just kinda happens automatically lmao

could kill someone... probably wouldnt tho

used to play the piano with lune, she still plays it now too (as a hobby)

cunning and annoying

def the type to kidnap you

oddly sweet (???)

but also ominous as hell

docile with the one he loves

isolating and manipulative yandere

dislikes lune

nice but you can tell he’s putting up a wall (with strangers and friends)

introverted

wouldn’t put stalking past him tbh

he’s the type that wants to know everything about you.

he has a tough time interacting with others. he feels awkward in social situations

the type to go to a party and spend the whole time petting the cat in the corner (he would not go to the party in the first place tho lmao)

he’s not misunderstood tho, he just can’t socialize and doesn’t really want to

grabs the end of your shirt in an awkward situation (its kinda cute)

takes time to open up, but when he falls for you, his love is so strong, it’s almost overwhelming. so just accept him, alright?

shittiest sleep schedule known to man, like srsly, what is bro doing

this man’s brain probs short circuits every 5 minutes LMFAO go to bed you idiot

really good with his words, very convincing

loves cats

hidden piercings

careful and patient

is really good at taking care of others (but he would only wanna take care of you) you’ll let him, won’t you?

startles easily lol

elf oc

ditzy and kind (to you)

bit of a mean streak (not to you!) 

wants to appear princely in front of you

kinda stupid (a farce but not completely lol)

has a bit of a temper, but nothing too bad

clingy and cunning yandere

two faced

struggles with empathy (he tries, he’s not human, what’s he supposed to do!)

extroverted (?)

he’s really lonely

when he met you for the first time he was absolutely fascinated as he’s never interacted with a human being before!

BLUNT. he’s not used to convos… just give him some time!

at first it was simple curiosity, but that curiosity turned into something… deeper

he was completely alone before this, but now you’re here, and you’re going to stay, right? 

is obsessed with the idea of you staying here with him forever, so why do you keep talking about going home? can’t you stay here? 

but then you bring up the idea of him coming with you, well why didn’t you say that earlier! he's happy to come with you

It takes him some time to grasp certain concepts so please be patient with him, he’s not used to humans

he’s paranoid and hostile to other humans. it’s not fair, he wants all of your attention, so why is everyone trying to take you from him? he doesn’t like that everyone is getting in his way… 

he’s terrified of bugs. will scream incredibly loudly if he sees one lol

he pulled you through a mirror, that’s how you ended up in his land

so if you wanna go back, just ask and he’ll take you! 

gives you jewelry, expensive jewelry. (maybe he’s slipped on a ring before. haha. jk… unless..?)

prefers to stay inside your place because he really doesn’t like people who aren’t you lmao

don’t stray too far from him, okay? he’s always waiting for you

rowan (who i don't have a new drawing of rn </3 sorry!):

he absolutely hates not being a priority, so please don’t ignore him. please? he just wants you to love him.

clingy, devoted, and obsessive yandere

if you don’t reciprocate he might (unknowingly) try to guilt you into liking him back. will appear like a kicked puppy to really sell it (but it’s not an act lol he’s just like this)

at least his intentions are pure! (?????????) but is that better..?

if when (it will happen) you two end up together, he’ll give you the world if you’d asked for it

used to cut his own hair! :D (not great at it tho tbh)

very attentive and will work hard to keep you happy! just don’t forget that you’ll love only each other for the rest of your life. please don’t leave.

has tripped over nothing, will definitely happen again

here's the shitty relationship chart that i rushed </3 its very ugly im sorry HAHA

i really want to clarify that NONE of them will ever hurt you physically on purpose (they might have to pay up for emotional damages tho. they have your best interest in mind ig)

also i would say that they all share some traits like being clingy, devoted, possessive, obsessive, jealous, protective, and loyal. but if i specifically wrote it, it's probs just a bit more intense... just a bit,,, haha...

[bloo-the-dragon]

Dude I will give em alllllll the fishes to cuddle with em, they all look so snuggly

They are happy to oblige!

[viiridianfields]

face  still  burning,  sakura  nods.  "this─"  he  gestures  at  his  body,  "─is  yours."  he  doesn't  know  what  umemiya  finds  attractive  about  the  human  equivalent  of  a  highway  collision─  so  disastrous,  yet  you  can't  look  away.  that's  the  kind  of  body  sakura  has.  but  it  feels . . . awfully  nice  to  be  wanted.  and  not  just  by  anyone,  but  umemiya.  "i  don't  have  much-  well,  i  mean,  i  don't  have  any  experience.  but  i'm  a  quick  learner."  it's  a  skill  that  drives  his  peers  up  the  wall.  sakura's  always  the  first  to  understand  a  newly  taught  concept,  formula,  just  about  any  class  lesson.  "i  promise,  i'll  make  our first time  good  for  you."

if  it  was  anyone  else asking these questions,  sakura  would  say  something  came  up,  he's  busy,  gotta  go,  bye.  but  sakura  draws  in  a  breath,  and  anchors  himself  by  holding  onto  umemiya's  hand.  "it's  the  student  council.  best  of  the  best  in  our  school.  meaning  they  come  from  the  best  families  too."  people  who  go  through  life  solving  anything  with  money.  sakura  blinks.  if  the  roles  were  reversed  and  someone  did  something  heinous  to  umemiya?  keeping  his  gaze  ahead,  the  light  in  sakura's  eyes  frost  over  into  glacier  ice.  his  mind  spins  a  million  things  he  could  do. 

but  maybe  this  is  where  they're  different─  umemiya  wants  sakura's  input  before  he  does  anything.  meanwhile  sakura  would  move  forward  regardless  of  umemiya  being  willing  to  give  answers  or  not.  the ends justifies the means, or however the saying going. sakura  lets  out  a  slow  breath.  "you're  kinder  than  me.  a  good  person."  sakura  feels  himself  falling  deeper  for  this  boy.  at  the  same  time,  sakura  wonders  if  he  can  measure  up,  or  even  meet  umemiya  halfway.  "if  they  try  anything  again,  i'll  take  care  of  it.  even  if  i  get  expelled,  i  can  still  go  to  furin."  sakura's  already  taken  expulsion  into  consideration  for  his  plans.  and  furin  will  accept  just  about  anyone  regardless  of  their  records.

"w-wh-wha─  m-"  his  tongue  skips  like  a  record  player  needle  jumping  erratically  over  a  vinyl.  "marriage?"  it  comes  out  soft,  dreamy,  abundantly  full  of  hope.  leaning  against  umemiya,  he  asks,  "so,  you  mean  i'd  get  to  make  dinner  for  my  husband?"  he  sounds  more  awed  with  each  word  until  breathing  in  deep. his  lungs  are  about  to  collapse,  because  they're  overwhelmed  by  the  weight  of  joy.  sakura  looks  at  his  own  left  hand. for  once,  he  can  imagine  something  good  on  this  damaged  body.  laughing  brightly,  sakura  asks,  "so,  who's  gonna  propose?"  his  heart  swells  vastly  at  a  future  where  he  gets  to  be  umemiya's  husband,  partner  for  life.  "cooking  together  sounds-"  sakura  pauses,  searching  for  the  right  word.  a  word  he  doesn't  know  much  about,  but  has  heard  of,  "─fun?"  cheeks  still  red,  sakura  struggles  to  hide  how  smitten  he  is.  "i  wanna  make  all  your  faves."

sakura  stares  widely  at  umemiya.  "i  can─ reach  out  to  you  when  i . . . ?"  he  doesn't  doubt  that  he'll  have  some  heated  nights  alone,  his  mind  full  with  thoughts  of  umemiya.  and  because  apparently  he  lacks  a  filter  right  now,  sakura  tilts  his  head  innocently,  and  asks,  "maybe  when  i  ride  a  pillow?"  if  he  ever  gets  worked  up  enough  to  do  anything,  that's  his  usual  method.  he  can  draw  it  out,  take  his  time,  savor  the  experience.  it  only  occurs  to  sakura  a  moment  too  late  that  maybe  umemiya's  joking,  and  not  actually  expecting  sakura  to  reach  out  for  something  like  that?  "i  mean─  of  course,  it's  only  if  you'd  want  me  to.  if  not,  that's  like totally  cool."

the  embrace  is  silent,  but  sakura  hears  so  much  of  umemiya's  hidden  pain  as  the  older boy  holds  him.  sakura  makes  sure  to  hold  him  tight,  one  hand  between  those  shoulder  blades,  his  other  hand  in  white  strands.  he'll  always  holds  umemiya  for  long  as  he  needs,  as  he  wants.  it's  clear  from  how  umemiya  carries  himself,  and  talks  about  people  that  he  gives  so  much  love.  sakura  wants  to  give  him  just  as  much  love  back,  even  more.  "you  matter  so  much  to  me,"  sakura  whispers  near  umemiya's  ear.  "i'll  always  hold  you."

oh.  oh,  no.  it's  not  until  umemiya  says  good  boy  that  sakura  realizes  how  intensely  he  craves  it.  only  because  he  leans  against  umemiya  does  sakura  not  surrender  to  gravity,  all  the  tension  evaporating  from  his  body,  making  his  bones  pliant.  exhaling  shakily,  sakura  presses  his  face  against  umemiya's  shoulder.  everything  umemiya  says sounds  so  tempting,  so . . . peaceful.  "you-?  can  you─"  heart  pounding,  sakura  finds  the  bravery  to  look  up  at  umemiya,  and  ask,  "can  you  teach  me  how  to  be  good?"  his  entire  life,  sakura  wants  to  be  good.  but  learns  very  early  on  that  someone  like  him  is  inherently  bad.  or  maybe  not?  sakura's  gaze  falls,  looking  at  umemiya's  hand  in  his.  how  would  that  hand  feel  around  his  neck?  "you  can  claim  me  any  time  you  want." sakura  presses  a  kiss  onto  umemiya's  shoulder. 

it's  not  that  sakura  doesn't  believe  in  umemiya.  but  it's  like  being  told  the  sky  isn't  blue  when  umemiya  talks  about  all  these  different  kinds  of  fights.  isn't  a  fight  just  a  matter  of  obliterating  your  opponent?  destroying  them  so  they  can't  ever  hurt  you  again?  "when  we  fight,  don't  go  easy  on  me."  sakura  pauses,  then  adds,  "please."  so  he  doesn't  sound  arrogant  or  haughty.  maybe  it's  fucked  up  of  him,  but  sakura  wants  to  feel  the  full  impact  of  umemiya's  attacks.  just  thinking  about  the  bruises,  abrasions,  scratches  he  may  get  from  their  fight . . . for  the  first  time,  sakura  looks  forward  to  such  injuries.  maybe  he'll  even  get  a  scar  from  the  love  of  his  life.

if  it  wasn't  for  his  iron  control  over  holding  his  composure,  sakura  would  do  a  double  take.  sakura  not  pay  for  anything  if  he  lives  at  the  group  home?  what?  the  boy's  mind  is  already  rapidly  crunching  numbers,  just  like  it  does  with  any  place  he  ends  up  living  at.  maybe  sakura  can  privately  speak  with  the  man  who  runs  the  group  home,  sit  down  and  talk  business.  just  so  sakura  doesn't  strain  the  group  home's  expenses.  "thanks,  hajime.  and  yeah,  i  think  it's  good  getting  to  experience  what  it's  like  living  together  before  we  have  a  place  of  our  own."  he  blushes  at  the  thought  of  them  making  out  whenever  in  umemiya's  bed.  "y'know  at  this  rate,  i'm  gonna  get  greedy  for  kisses."  sakura  smirks,  raising  their  clasped  hands  to  kiss  umemiya's  knuckles.  "only  kisses from you,  of  course."

there's  a  whirlwind  of  emotions─  enamored  as  hell  over  umemiya  already  being  such  a  doting  boyfriend,  delighted  excitement  over  the  chance  of  wearing  umemiya's  furin  jacket,  and  brewing  nervousness  over  a  bullseye  being  painted  on  umemiya's  back.  what  if  people  start  going  after  umemiya?  or people umemiya cares about? what  if, what if─  the  worst-case  scenarios  abruptly  stop,  because  sakura  loses  breath  over  umemiya's  warm  smile,  the  bright  light  in  his  eyes,  the  glowing  hope  as  this  boy  talks  about  the  future.  that's  right,  sakura  has  nothing  to  be  scared  of.  he'll  just  fucking  destroy  any  threats  before  they  can  even  think  about  hurting  umemiya.  "yeah,  i'd  love  eating  lunch  with  you  at  school."  blushing,  sakura looks  at  him  shyly.  "and  wearing  my  boyfriend's  furin  jacket."  sakura  looks  over  umemiya,  sizing  him  up,  but  for  a  different  reason.  "i  think  my  oversized  clothes  would  fit  you.  like  t-shirts,  sports  jackets.  do  you  wanna  wear  any  of  them?"

heat  rises  on  sakura's  cheeks  when  umemiya  compliments  his  hair.  but  underneath  the  flustered  joy,  haunting  questions  simmer─  if  sakura  had  normal  hair  and  normal  eyes,  would  umemiya  still  want  him?  how  long  until  the  novelty  of  his  freakish  looks  wear  off?  but  umemiya  promises  him  the  future,  whether  it's  sooner  like  walking  sakura  to  school,  or  later  like  having  a place  of  their  own.  sakura's  heart  ricohcets  around  his  chest  with  unease,  but  he  just─  he  needs  to  stay  here.  in  the  present.  and  trust  umemiya.  luckily,  sakura's  spiraling  stops  early  as  umemiya  kisses  along  his  jaw,  and-   "oh,  fuck."  sakura's  breath  hitches  at  the  feeling  of  that  hard  arousal  brushing  between  his  thighs.  "you  already  feel  so  good,"  he  gasps  near  umemiya's  ear.  "and  so  fucking  big."

sakura lets  out  a  flustered  laugh.  "to  be  fair,  you  got  me  feeling  riled  up  too."  just  seeing  umemiya  shirtless  would  be  enough  to  slam  sakura  with  a  freight  train  of  desire.  so,  sakura  doesn't  stand  a  chance  standing  here  in  the  shower  with  him.  "but  don't  worry─"  he  flashes  a  boyish,  playful  grin.  "i'll  be  on  my  best  behavior."  sakura  lightly  pecks  umemiya's   cheek.

"you're  doing  amazing,"  sakura  reassures,  closing  his  eyes,  and  sighing  softly  as  umemiya  washes  him.  "thank  you  for  taking  care  of  me."  the  wounds  on  his  body  don't  flare  up  and  sting  as much like  they  normally  would.  even  once  they're  both  out  of  the  shower,  the  air  doesn't  viciously  bite  at  the  injuries.  "with  you,  it  feels  like  i'm  home,"  sakura  whispers  moments  before  their  lips  meet  in  another  kiss.  he's  about  to  follow  umemiya  to  the  bedroom,  but  when  he  sees  umemiya's  back─

there  it  is.  like  faraway  points  on  a  grid  finally  converging  into  one,  sakura  sees  what  truly  matters:  "hajime."  this  boy.  this  moment.  the  two  of  them.  what  will  happen  to  them  tomorrow?  a  year  later?  a  decade  in  the  future?  sakura  doesn't  know  and  doesn't  care.  even  if  there's  catastrophic  heartbreak,  sakura  will  not  give  up  the  precious time  he  has  with  umemiya,  the  chances  he  has  to  give  this  boy  all  the  love  he  deserves.  

sakura  touches  the  side  of  umemiya's  face,  pure  adoration  softening  his  gaze.  with  all  his  heart,  sakura  says,  "i  love  you.  don't  ever  forget  that,  okay?"  he  smiles  warm  and  gentle,  like  the  first  rays  of  the  early  morning  sun.  "thank  you  for  everything."

"Then I'd love to be the first one to touch you." The first time he's felt the heat that warmed his body travel down to the pits of his stomach. Every time he's thought of sex or something along those lines he's filled with a blank, sure videos did something but nothing like this. Love was a word constantly pushed like a drug in songs, movies, conversations, books but none of them knew it's true meaning. Movies conveyed love to be this instant miracle that fixed all regardless of it's situation, ups and downs but love would create miraculous resolutions. Books defined love to be poetry, passion, magic that was bestowed upon them to defy all odds while music made love sound as if it was just this strong emotion that made your loins burn with desire. Now that he was experiencing it for the first time he found that it was a mix of it all but it was stronger than what any of those sources could have ever described.

The fear in his eyes told Umemiya there was more to this than the other was letting on, he was lying to him, protecting those who hurt him. Not for their sake but for his own, given how he wanted it to be secretive, he could only imagine that they've must have done something to him. "Haruka." His name came out as a command but he never meant for it to be, he wanted names, and if he wouldn't give it, he'd go get it himself. "Please don't lie to me, I know they weren't playing around. It's sick what they've done, but I only care about you, I want to protect you.." There was a plead in his voice, something that was going to end up being his weakness but he needed to protect him. "I need you to trust me, if someone did this to me would you let them get away with it? No, right? You said only over your clothes but what if they take it further later, bullies don't leave it at just that." He wanted so bad to convince him into listening to what he said, to try and get him to understand that what he was doing was in his best interest.

The severity of his harm to his own body was enough to get Umemiya to question it but he wouldn't tell anyone not unless he absolutely had to. He'd be able to help him through whatever he was going through, he knew that. Unless he couldn't which he'd get someone else to get through to him, instead he pushed it aside. It was fine, for now.

"Make me dinner? Already starting to sound like you're ready for marriage even though we barely met. You know, I can make that happen, maybe not now but I'll get us damn near close to it." He teased placing a kiss to his cheek, he knew they couldn't right now, one day they would and when that day came he'd make sure the boy knew that the start of their forever began on this day. "If you wanna learn how to cook, we can do it together." Umemiya offered, smiling as he noticed the blush on his face. God he was so damn cute. How the hell did he get so lucky to find someone, strong, cute, charming and hot all wrapped up in one?

Taking the phone back from the other's hand he grinned as he noticed the contact saved along with two hearts beside the name 'boyfriend'. It was exciting enough but to know that Sakura's never called or texted anyone before, that he'd be his first? It made him feel special. "Well now you do, for anything you know, even if you're all hot and bothered and need to hear my voice…" The older male joked but smirked as he leaned in just enough to get close to him, the way he said that was arousing rather than frightening. Of course he knew the boy was still dangerous but by the time he joined Furin he'd be at the top, there would be no need for him to be covered in blood though he would miss the look. "Keep saying things like that and when you join Furin, you'll be finding yourself naked with me all the time." The second year paused curiously before feeling soft lips against his cheek, damn was he in love. That was so cute, all he wanted to do was hold onto the boy tightly and never let him go. "Sounds good to me, I like this better than stabbing."

Instead of speaking, the second year simply holds onto Sakura tightly burying his face agianst him as he tried his best to just breathe in the boy's scent. His boyfriend was able to see his pain but promised to hold him through it, and that's all he truly needed. Whenever his greatest pain bubbled to the surface, he'd call upon Sakura to help him bury it back down. "Yeah, I promise."

Didn't know how to flirt? Sakura was already flirting with him in ways he didn't even know, those little comments, the way he batted his eyes at him. It wasn't as seductive as it could've been but it was damn near hard for him to not get so excited. "I should've huh? Maybe that would've stopped you from getting so violent, all you needed was someone to show you want it means to be a good boy huh? You were just waiting for me to make a move right? Is it too late for us to go back so I can claim you properly?" Holding him close he tilted his head to gaze at how close the other was, how he held onto him so tight. "I'd make you enjoy losing at least to me, you'll want to lose to me more often." Oh the things he'd have done to him was something he only started thinking about when he saw how cute and submissive he became while they were walking together. For a moment he thought about how to explain it a little better, but things were easier as an example rather than words, he'd just have to wait till the time came for him to truly have his first fight. "The fights you've been having were to defend yourself, it's different when it's mutual combat, or to defend someone or something else. When we fight it'll be completely different." Umemiya informed with a grin on his face.

Financial support? The boy was so cute but it also told him that he felt as if he had to be useful in order for others to want him around. "Haruka, you don't need to pay for anything. Consider it a practice run for our future, you know seeing how it feels for us to live together. And you're not being a burden nor are you taking up my space." He spoke trying to get him to truly know what it felt like to be wanted, for his presence to be so significant that he was being offered a place to stay if only for them to be in each others company. "I wouldn't be offering if I didn't want it, we'd be seeing how it feels that way when we're older and we've got a place to ourselves it'll be less awkward since we've already lived together. I'd love for us to share my bed, we could sleep together every night if you stayed in my room. And being able to make out with you in my bed sounds hot." The white haired teen teased as he felt the other's hand squeeze his own.

"I think for the first day we should eat inside your school, I want to make sure everyone knows my boyfriend belongs to me. Actually, what if I sent you to school in my Furin jacket? I think you'd look pretty cute wearing it too." More so it was a statement he was going to make, everyone knew Furin uniforms meant the person knew someone from Furin which also meant if that person was messed with they'd have to hope they were never found. "Our future, I'm always thinking about our future." The furin student replied as he returned the kiss happily, the idea of their pictures together being hung up in his bedroom had him excited already.

Sakura was his first love this he knew from the second their eyes met, knowing that the other felt so strongly though they just met caused his heart to flutter within his chest. His thoughts were filled with nothing but the blooming possibilities for their love, and how they could maintain this relationship for the rest of the year, hell for the rest of their lives. Every kiss was a promise to always be loyal, faithful, loving, devoted solely to him. "Haruka, you're gonna be the death of me." Umemiya groaned hearing how he felt the same way, he was trying so hard not to think about it but right now his length was erect completely. He only felt that way for him? They just met and already their bodies were awakening to each other and he was fighting tooth and nail to keep his hands to himself. "Want you so bad…"

Soap was poured into his hair, while those gentle hands massaged it into his scalp. Sighing softly as he enjoyed the way the other was being so attentive to him but with his careful touch it was making his hardness jump in excitement as if calling to Sakura in need of the same gentle attention. "You're so sweet but we both know, your hair bets mine anyday." He complimented before rinsing his hair out and leaning in to place kisses against Sakura's lips, trailing his lips along the bicolored teen's jawline while his hands moved along his hips pulling him against his body so that he could feel his erection sliding between Sakura's legs. "You feel what you did to me? got me all excited. Now if you stay still, we can make it out of the shower before I do something to you." Taking some of the shampoo, he worked it through Sakura's hair, making sure to massage over his scalp while thoroughly cleaning black and white locks. Their close proximity was a test to how well he could hold down his urges, rinse his hair and making sure no soap got into his eyes. On to the next item, washing his body.

"Hope you don't mind, I promise to keep my hands respectful." Yet his body was definitely not hearing him. Umemiya took the body wash and made sure to lather and spread the soap across his entire body stopping at his waist before realizing there was no way he'd be able to go further. After some time when they're out of the shower, he finds himself drawn to the smaller form that was currently drying him off. His arms wrapping around the younger male's waist pulling him close as he kissed his lips once again, having being able to enjoy those kisses all over himself. "I love you too, haruka. We should probably get back to my room, don't want anyone catching us in here like this. That and we still need to get you some spare clothes to sleep in."

[saxandviolins77]

Would you be open to talking about your process and art style a little bit? It's so impressive how you use shapes in your art in this expressive and non-naturalistic way ~arceespinkgun

Of course!

I started drawing Transformers in early 2023 but only started posting at the end of said year, aaand this is going to sound a little embarrassing and VERY self-defeating, but... my art sucked. A lot. No use saying otherwise. I had a really hard time adapting my style to drawing mecha (or at least robot-shaped people), and the fact that I had a really rough transition to using a drawing tablet didn't help (I used to draw using the trackpad, my finger, or just traditionally).

Most of the art I'll use here will be old, since that represents my capabilities at the time better than my old Transformers art does. It's also an honor for y'all because I purged all my art from my socials way back in 2022, ahahaha.

I'm self-taught, so most of my explanation is vibes-based. If a professional artist were to read this, they'd hurl in agony.

First off. My thought process behind how I draw things... I really like drawing things flat.

That's it, basically. When I draw, I try my best to show the least possible volume, and even when I show volume, I still think of it as a flat shape (it's psychological). This applies when I think about faces (the flattened facial features thing I talked about a few months ago). I think about shapes as 2D planes stacked on top of each other rather than shapes existing in a 3D space. You see this when I draw Hook's nose when he's facing forward; I keep the dorsal hump. Or when I draw side views (I LOVE drawing side views), this was actually inspired by Mickey Mouse's ears and how they're always facing forward, so he can always have his iconic marketable silhouette. I thought it was genius at the time.

Some of my main inspirations are UPA animated shows (put Clone High here too), Bruce Timm's character designs for Freakazoid and BTAS, phase one Gorillaz art (that's Jamie Hewlett), Rebecca Sugar's work on SU, and Vernon Grant's magazine covers. I also have been getting into medieval art, so let's see how that'll turn out

Things I try to avoid like a plague are thick line art and organic shapes. If I'm going to draw a square, it needs to be a polygonal shape, not just a suggestion of a square shape (this sounds confusing, ik).

Here's some art from March 2021 and how I'd approach it today. I had a somewhat distinguishable art style, but it still needed polishing and a clear vision of what I wanted to do. I kept it a very unpolished sketch so you can see a little bit of my thought process when I draw (and because I'm lazyyyyy). Notice how I try to do singular lines and defined shapes anywhere I can. Also, a stronger line of action and silhouette—silhouettes were/are a very weak spot of mine.

Around 2022, I had already hit a very nice spot with my art.

Ignore just how stiff my poses were and the awful proportions (eugh), but see how I push the shapes and the obnoxiously thin line art. I did change my rendering to be gradient-based instead of this vector shading approximation. I like both, though.

It's not JUST about having an angular style; it's about the flow and consistency of the strokes. I really like this little doodle from 2023, made almost entirely out of curves, BUT they are DEFINED curves. That's the thing.

My current process consists of: rough drawing (gesture) -> sketch -> clean sketch -> line art -> flats. When I'm feeling fancy, I render it using gradients.

Some things I really improved in 2024-2025 were the same-face syndrome, drawing detail, HANDS, and 3D shapes + perspective. Still haven't gotten over my hangups with drawing lineless art... IT LOOKS BAD WHEN I DO ITT.

[askblueandviolet]

DF: Not even 24 hours later and I have 6 asks in the box XDDDDD. Well I suppose I'm glad you are all interested. And some of these questions, I think Mayor would have... An interesting time answering.

Ask box is closed for now (for my own sanity) but I swear that it will be open again... Maybe Wednesday?? Depending where you live, that might also be Tuesday.

Thanks for everything guys! If you had a question please know that I'm sorry and that you still have a chance :)))

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[copia]

i can't come back here until the afternoon of the 29th, posting this to hold myself accountable (& i'll be embarrassed if i turn up again)

[firestorm-fox]

kids like dinosaurs and monsters, and a lot of kids don't have a sense of real danger

so you just know there has to be plenty of kids that think Black Arms are cool, especially the bird types

esp the ones who were too young to comprehend the invasion at the time

[cannibalisticskittles]

i need a guide to d&d vampirism because i have many questions i very badly want answers to

no heartbeat, no pulse presumably? but vampire spawn can be fed from, so what keeps the blood in them... fresh enough and not stagnating/coagulating?

how does consuming blood work, mechanically. do vampires excrete waste. do they somehow derive nutrition from every single aspect of the blood. is it more of a symbolic magical consumption, like being sustained bc it's 'lifeblood' and they gain strength from inducing weakness in others, or is it really truly like any other form of consumption.

i've got a million of these and I Want To Know

[wildflowercryptid]

i wanna thank everyone for the kind tags on my fancase designs so far, ya'll are so freaking sweet!! 🥺✨️

i also showed my sister & dad the lineup and made them guess the culprit based on vibes alone. my sister gave me her thought process as she went through the characters and nearly got it right. meanwhile, my dad looked at it for like a second and immediately got it. 😭😭😭

[caluupin]

yippeeeeee!!!! (wishing video in read more)

I finally completed Alhaitham in terms of investment (aside from some artifact stuff)

very happy rn :)

[neigepomme]

˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ mine / caleb x reader

synopsis; your beloved caleb is a deeply, deeply secretive (and dense) man, who somehow refuses to call you his. when you bring it up out of frustration, he ends up giving you more than what you asked for. but who would say no to that?

🍎 pomme's notes - the apple demons took over or something. i love my stupid self deprecating emo king

⋆ 2.1k words / angst-ish (kinda) into suggestive..? caleb is stupid / fem reader / 2nd person

you quickly realize that caleb never refers to you as his.

well, not quite. he'll say "my girlfriend", or "my partner" or maybe even "my pipsqueak". but that's the extent of it. he won't ever say "mine".

after you notice that, you decide to up the ante on your side. if he won't say it unprovoked, surely he'll say it to reciprocate you, right?

and so, you get started on your masterful plan.

leaving lipstick marks on his shirts and going "mine" when he sees them in his bathroom's mirror. tracing a finger down his chest and saying "all mine" with a flirty tone after he's done working out.

hell, you'll even up the PDA when you're out with him and tell a girl that's hitting on him off, simply by grabbing his face and going "mine".

but why the hell won't he call you his?

on the other hand, caleb is going insane from all of the times you called him yours.

the angels blessed him or something, he thinks. his beautiful, stunning, showstopping, gorgeous girlfriend calling him hers. if he wasn't happy about it, he'd be the stupidest man in existence. but thankfully, when it comes to loving you, caleb is the first in the class.

when you get jealous over girls hitting on him and you shoo them off, just by staring them down and calling him yours, he feels like he could melt into the ground and become a big puddle of pipsqueak lovin' caleb.

it makes him think that maybe, just maybe, he could call you his in return. but he quickly chased that thought out of his mind; his love wasn't as pure as yours. you called him yours innocently, with no real strings attached. you didn't entertain thoughts of keeping him away from everyone and everything. of making yourself his entire universe. not like he did.

and so, he refused to call you his, out of fear that he would imprison you in a cage he forged with his own hands. when life clipped his wings, he swore to himself that he'd do anything to make you keep yours forever. his evol would be used to make you float freely, never to chain you to the ground.

well, that was until you confronted him about it.

freshly out of the shower, you walked over to him when he was reviewing some files as he laid in your bed. he smiles when he sees you and sets down the files that previously occupied his attention.

"need me to dry your hair, pips?"

"why won't you call me yours, caleb?"

he chokes at how out of left field that question was and starts coughing. fuck, so you did notice, he thinks.

"am i.. am i not enough? i'll try harder, i promise, but i just. i don't know what i'm missing. it's like you love me, but there's always something missing, and i've been trying to figure it out, but i'm at my wits' end caleb. it's been driving me crazy and i tried so hard to get you to call me yours but it's ju-"

"baby, slow down. you're not missing anything, i can tell you that for sure."

you huff in frustration, dissatisfied with his answer. this is so unfair — you're wearing your damn heart on your sleeve, and yet caleb is not letting you see a sliver of his. you know he loves you, obviously, he's not the kind to fake it all.

but why can't he devote his love entirely to you? why's he so closed off? why does he draw boundaries for you, when all he could do was act on them? you were an adult, you could handle it.

sensing your frustration, he runs a hand through his hair and grabs your wrist, making you sit on the bed next to him. he inhales before explaining himself.

"look, i do love you. you know that, right? i love you more than anything on this damn earth. if you asked me to bring you the moon, i'd get the stars while i'm at it, just to make you happy."

"then why won't you ever call me yours? am i not worthy of being by your side?"

he shakes his head furiously, as if you've offended him by even asking this question.

"pips, you just don't understan-"

"help me understand, caleb! stop shutting me out! i'm capable of hearing it, and i want this — i want us to work! i call you mine, my boyfriend, my love, my best friend, for god's sake, caleb, you're my everything! and i'm just pipsqueak to you? is this some sick joke?"

caleb freezes. what if he comes clean, and you see him in a different light? what if you decide to shut him out, because he's too much? he wouldn't be able to handle it, especially not after he experienced domestic bliss with you.

what is he supposed to say now? bring back how he wishes that he could keep you away from the life you knew, especially when you fought with him to express how you loved living in this world intent on hurting you? how, despite every hurdle life threw at you, you loved living and giving back to those around you? he couldn't do that. not at the risk of driving you away again.

and so he resorts to giving you vague expressions and feelings, in hopes that you'll be satisfied with his usual mystical answers.

"no, no it's not baby. please. i just don't think i can let you know everything yet — you're just so earnest with how you love and my love's nowhere near as kind or pure as yours."

now it's your turn to stare in disbelief. you scoff, taken aback by whatever bullshit your boyfriend just spouted. your love is too pure? what the hell does he think you are, mother theresa? he might just be dumber than what you expected. you inhale sharply, getting ready to unload all the frustration you've been keeping at bay on him. you've loved the guy for your entire life, and somehow, he still thinks that the extent of your love is a PG13 romance movie: cuddling together, and maybe, just maybe, some kissing here and there.

him not taking you seriously and underestimating your love for him somehow angers you more than if you were actually missing something he wanted in a relationship.

"too pure? for fuck's sake caleb, i have needs too! we're not in middle school anymore, are we? i want to have sex with you! i want us to take the next damn step in this relationship! do you not want me like that?"

when he tries to defend himself, you shut him down immediately.

"no, let me finish! i get jealous when you get hit on by other girls! sometimes, i wish i could make it so that i'm the only person you know and talk to, i wish that i could keep you away from others!"

you breathe hard. there are so many thoughts spinning in your head and you just see his purple eyes staring deep at you, as if he's trying to scan how you feel — and that makes you even angrier.

how is it that he didn't take your words at face value right now? why's he trying to read into "the deeper meaning of them" by looking into your eyes, as if they were being more honest than you were being?

caleb, who was the smartest in his class at the DAA, the boy who tutored you through the harder math problems in high school, seemed so damn dense right now.

his mouth opened and closed, as if trying to figure out what to even respond with, but you didn't allow him to do that just yet.

"i love how you're always sweet. i love how you care about me more than you care about yourself. you're so perfect. but i'm so sick of pretending like we're 6th graders in love. do you even know how long i've loved you for? you've been the only one on my mind since we knew each other, caleb. god, even when i thought about dating a guy, i'd always end up looking at those who looked like you. i looked for you in every guy i thought about hitting up."

his jaw tensed at the information. you looked for him in other guys? when this whole time, he was right there, building up the courage to ask you to be more than whatever you were at the time?

he felt like his brain was going to overheat from just how many facts were thrown at him. you wanted to keep him away from the world? fuck, you wanted to have sex with him? he'd dreamt of it, of course he had. when he was back at the DAA and the guys would share their stupid porn recommendations, and he'd never be able to watch anything unless the actress looked a bit like you. even then, he'd felt so guilty.

and you wanted him like that?

and then here you were, sat in front of him. letting all of your frustrations and concerns and feelings out in the open. and caleb felt so guilty — so stupid, really. you were trying so hard to get through to him, dropping hints left and right, and he couldn't even reciprocate that.

so he decided that for once, he'd let go. he'd indulge himself in you, allow himself to take a bite of the apple he forbade himself from ever touching. if you were a trial sent to him by a higher being, then man, was he failing, but if the cost of failure was a taste of you, then he would happily take the loss. again and again and again and again.

you were eurydice and he was orpheus. always looking back, always falling deeper into hell's embrace if it meant one more moment with you.

and if caleb denied himself this — then he'd both be a heartless, cruel man, and an idiot. and he wasn't going to be either of those, not anymore.

so, he did what he does best.

he acted upon it.

"i just feel like i'm not being heard ou- mmph!"

you were on the verge of tears, salty drops lining your lash line when you felt his lips on yours. caleb pounced on you, pinning you down.

devoted, passionate, and a secret third thing.

desperate? who knows. who cares, really. not when he's got you sprawled out under him, reciprocating his kiss. for once, he kissed you like he was hungry for more. like you were his lifeline — not like the soft kisses you were used to.

he groans into your mouth, feeling you grow hotter as you grasp at anything you could hold onto. the sheets, his arms, his neck — and when you settle on clawing at his back during this tempest of a kiss, he thinks he sees the gates of heaven.

breathless, he pulls back and looks at you with a look that could only be defined as hungry.

"i don't love you enough? i'd destroy this damn world in a heartbeat if you asked me to. i'd keep you away from anything that could be dangerous, i'd make you rely on me only — always."

he dives back in, sucking harshly on the side of your neck. littering bites and hickeys on there, caleb could devour you whole. you can't help the sounds that escape you, not when you hear him mutter "mine, all mine. my only one, mine, mine, mine" like a prayer in between kisses.

you gasp, dragging your nails down his back in an attempt to ground yourself as he moves down to your collarbone area. caleb takes a second to breathe, and you hear him speak lowly.

"you are, so, so silly. me, not want you enough? if i were to reveal what i wanted to do to you, you'd be crawling away from this room at all costs. do you know just how much i've held back?"

he kisses your lips again, softer this time, but just as passionate. you're out of breath, mind hazy at the sudden show of possessiveness. caleb is finally, finally fulfilling your wish. who care about work tomorrow and having to hide hickeys? you've only got one thing on your mind, and it's the man latching onto the soft skin of your neck again. he all but growls this time.

"mine. all mine, mine and mine only. is that what you wanted to hear? i'll show you, yeah? neither of us is leaving this room until i make you understand that i want you just as much as you want me — hell, if i don't want you even more, pretty girl."

you nod frantically, feeling like you're on cloud 9.

turns out you were his all along.

he just needed a strongly worded pep talk to understand that.

🍎 pomme's final notes - can i be honest this is so self-indulgent. i want to reach into the screen and beat him up because of how stupid he sounds sometimes like i get it but also you're so sexy and how can you be so dumb like omfg get a GRIP!! STAND UPPPPPPP im pulling my hair out

also maybe one day i'll write smut. i feel like i go insane thinking about caleb and then i cant write for him beyond suggestive stuff so instead i just rock back and forth like a crazy person

[nochepsicodelica]

Bear Boyfriend Toji ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ᕦʕ •`ᴥ•´ʔᕤ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

You've been away for three out of the five days you took off work to spend time with your family. Toji stayed behind for work, but never went a day without letting you know how much he misses you and wants you to come home already. He calls and texts plenty, and you do the same, assuring him that you'll be home soon. He's made a habit of calling you at the same time every night. Two in the morning.

One fifty-nine became two, and as if he knows it's his cue, your phone rings and Toji's contact name appears over a picture of him sleeping on the couch, bundled up in blankets.

"Toji," you say, as if you're expecting an explanation for why he's calling so late. "It's two a.m., baby. What's going on?"

"Hey, pretty girl. I was just wondering when you're coming home," he asks, his voice deep and low, fitting for what time it is.

You let out a hushed laugh on the other end of the line. "The same day, Toji. You asked me this last night and the night before. I'll be back in two days."

He groans, frustratedly. Getting days as a response is the worst thing ever for him, right now. "That's forever from now. I'm starting to go nuts over here by myself. Can't you cut it short? For me?"

"Sorry, baby. I'll be home soon, I promise. I won't be leaving your side for a while. At least not because I want to."

He sighs, the sound riddled with his loneliness. "I fucking miss you, doll. I wasn't gonna do this today, but I can't sleep for shit without you next to me. What normally doesn't bug me when you're here, irritates the hell out me, now. Like the wind shaking the windows and my own tossing and turning."

"I'm sorry, love. I feel something similar to that, too. I hear when my parents open their bedroom door to use the bathroom and one of my little cousins is still up playing videos games right now." You smile when you hear Toji yawning obnoxiously. "I miss your suffocating bear hugs. I wish you were here to put me to sleep."

"Yeah? You miss being held tightly in my arms?"

You can practically hear the smile on his face. "I do," you assure, a smile of your own spreading on your lips.

"What else do you miss about me?"

You laugh at the tone he uses to ask the question. He's expecting something dirty, but you won't be giving that to him. "I miss your handsome face. You know those green eyes are one of my greatest weaknesses when it comes to you."

"Yeah? What else about me makes you weak?"

You hum, already knowing the answer. "Your soft morning kisses... the way you draw shapes on my tummy with your fingers when I can't sleep at night."

"Fuck, I really miss doing those things, ma," he mumbles.

The line goes quiet for a second, but his signal isn't choppy and he hasn't dozed off. He's imagining the softness of your skin and the little stars and circles he would be drawing on your tummy if you were there with him. He's thinking about the hushed bouts of laughter that would ensue when your energy and playfulness comes out at the wrong time—when you're supposed to be sleeping. With a sigh, he continues his restless conversation, spurred on by his longing for you to be with him.

"Come home to me, already. Please?" He sighs, heavily. He's never felt more like a child—unable to sleep without the presence of the person who brings him the most comfort. "Sorry. I'm sounding pretty pathetic here, aren't I?" He asks, a low rumble of his chuckle caught on the line.

"No, you don't, my love. I miss you like crazy, too. It's the longest we've been apart in a while and it seems like we're both going through withdrawals," you say, unable to hold back a small laugh. "Sorry, saying it out loud sounds kinda funny. Makes it sound like we're addicts out of context."

"Well, I'm addicted to you. Miss everything about you."

"Yeah? Like what?" You ask, fully prepared to hear him slip some of his dirty thoughts into it.

"Mm... I miss the way you sleepily kiss the scar on my lips, before you fully wake up in the morning, and the way you run your fingers through my hair when I lay my head on your chest after a shit day at work. And... of course i'm missing the pretty sounds you make when I get between your thighs."

"Toji," you chide, with a giggle.

"Sorry, sorry," he says, through a chuckle. "Just really miss you, doll. Call me dramatic, already."

"No. For what? Not everyone has a partner that would act this way after being apart for only three days. I'm just lucky like that. You love me?"

"You know I do. So fucking much. I miss your body against mine. Not even trying to be a horndog, I swear. Just want your warmth and your kisses back."

"I know, baby. When I get back, we'll cozy up together and take a nice, long nap, and when we wake up, we can do anything you want. Anything, okay?"

"Yeah, alright, doll."

"It'll be okay," you promise. "You tired?"

"Yeah, I'll leave you be so you can get some rest. Just wanted to hear your voice."

"We can stay on the phone," you offer. "'Fall asleep together, if you want. Or is that stupid?" You ask, with a soft laugh.

"Nah, nah, nah, that sounds good, ma. I'd like that a lot," Toji responds, encouragingly. He sets his phone down next to his pillow and puts you on the lowest volume of speaker. Your voice is more audible, but still only meant for him to hear. "You there, doll?" He asks, once he's settled into his comfortable position.

"Yeah. Ready to go to sleep?"

"Mhm. Love you, gorgeous. Talk to you tomorrow."

"Love you, baby. Goodnight."

Toji credits you for the way he was snoring within minutes. Your presence comforted him, even if the physical aspect of it wasn't with him. He spent a couple minutes just staring at the ceiling, but as time went by, his eyelids started feeling heavier, and there was no way he was going to fight it when that was what he needed help with all along.