#This is just a refrence sheet for something.

[goblinbeetle]

A long overdue update

[koszmarnybudyn]

Being an outlaw is lonely.

[frmisnow]

ONCE AGAIN, MILAN ! - (nsfw)

summary. what happens when you and jungkook find yourselves once again in milan, this time with no business attached — well a hol' lotta sex for sure!

notes. guysss i changed my mind! there will be a fifth chapter because there is something that i want them to do- a refrence to chp. 2 + they need to get lil cheonsa duh?? ✶𝄞 if y'all are currently reading this, i'm probs already on vacation! so it'll take a minute, regardless, i hope everybody enjoys!!

warnings/includes. non idol! ceo! jungkook x f! employee! reader, smut described/implied multiple times!! (morning sex, very slight voyeurism / heavy flirting in a boutique, NASTY dirty talk) , drabble-ish (idk i just want them to be happy), cheonsa mention (we cheered)

the morning had begun in the best way possible. the bright italian sun on your face, the hotel sheets lightly crumpled, well- and jungkook.

jungkook who had woken you up with gentle kisses starting from your face, moving to your shoulder, all the way to your tits. kissed your sore little thighs too, because "they deserved it" after all the things they've gone through - sure.

he made love to you. moaned how beautiful you were along with some other sweet dirty nothings.

it was the kind of sex that made you feel cherished, worshipped even, as if all of his love was burried solely in his tip and he poured all of it into you, when you both came.

after spending what felt like hours wrapped up in each other, you had finally left the bed, your body still tingling from the morning’s activities. the first spot was a cat café, jungkook had read about it somewhere, thinking of you.

you both had spent a few hours in there, sipping on your respective lattes, playing with the little cats while their tiny paws brush against your legs. jungkook had his polaroid camera out at all times, clicking away.

showed the photos to you, told you how cute you looked, how the kitten in your lap looked just like you. how you both should get little cheonsa just like that.

closely after, you both took your time strolling through the streets, hands intertwined, ending with him pushing you into a high-end boutique. you smiled at his eagerness, it wasn't the first time he spend that black card of his on you.

jungkook handed you a dress, that reminded more of a whisper of fabric rather then a real garment, leaving little to the imagination. but you instantly nodded, that's what you liked about being with him; you didn't feel shy, there was no reason to. not with every single thing jungkook has said about your body this far.

the fitting rooms were large, they felt like rooms by themselves. jungkook sat outside patentily, tapping his legs. when you walked out you could clearly see him trying his absolute best not to reach out his hands, his pupils widening ever so slightly, taking a deep breath to compose himself, "turn around, angel, for me."

you did as he said when done, walking over to take a seat on his thigh while his fingers immediately moved to stroke your thighs, mumbling how pretty you were.

the way you were sitting, so close to him, he could make out your pretty panties peeking under the dress. black lace, with little bows he had gifted to you when you visited that lingerie place a few days ago, thinking of you in that store didn't make his growing buldge any better.

and you most certaintly made it even worse by whispering into his ear, how much you needed him and how wet you've been ever since this morning.

he bit his lip, your body was so painfully close and your skirt only rode up, gently pinching your thigh almost as a light warning, "remember where we are"

following you made a little pout, but mumbled a reluctant 'fine' anyway, making your way back into the fitting room.

next stop was a restaurant, you hadn't even noticed that it had gotten late by this time but jungkook took care of it, as always. how he managed to get a reservation at this place, you didn't quite know but you certaintly weren't complaining. he had pulled your leg over his some time ago, running his hands over the skin, the action innoccent in a way caring, like he was so sorry that you had to walk this whole day even though he had spoiled you shamelessly.

his fingers drew patterns and tiny circles over the skin, his face glowing from what was left of the sun through the large windows.

"i'm so happy" you smile, your fingers moving through his hair lightly.

jungkook's lips curl into a soft smile, just like yours, leaning into your touch, "i'm happy too, angel" his voice low and affectionate, "everday"

the evening went exeptionelly well, he talked you stupid about some of the other things he wanted to do, didn't mention business even once.

you both walked back to the hotel, you liked the city at night and had asked him to walk instead of taking a taxi. he didn't let go of your hand, swinging.

he walked back to the hotel with you, holding your hand tightly, it had been your wish to stroll back, you liked the city at night. it all reminded you of that night but it was different this time, it felt good not having wine in your system.

for once you felt like you actually could love jungkook, without alcohol, without your job, any other factor in your way. you could fuck him freely without having to blame the alcohol for it, after.

love is lust. that's why he pounds you into the large matress, tells you how bad you've been, how greedy you were.

he asked questions, dirty ones, you were way to brain fucked to understand dare to say even answer.

asks how much you'd like it, him filling you up everywhere, in the bathrooms, around his apartment, in the elevator, during your shifts at work, how he'd make you walk around feeling full, feeling dripping and sticky under your skirt.

describes how he'd call you into his office just so he could take you nicely on his desk. have you walk out later, nod to all your colleagues, like a good girl.

you barerly hear him and the words make you moan out are vile things that people only say when they are about to come. how you wanted to marry him, have him around you all times, how much you wanted him every minute.

you thought about how small you'd want the wedding to be, you, him and little kitten cheonsa. and you moan again, like a porn star.

and he responds, gripping your hips tighter, "i'd marry you tomorrow if you asked me to, hell i'd make a baby with you right this second if you wanted."

he let out a grunted string of 'please's though you weren't even sure what he was begging you for. your brain felt so incredibly mushy.

few seconds later, he filled you up, making a mess of you. he instantly reached out to touch your chin gently to look at you, "you okay, princess?"

you managed to nod but he shock his head, "words, i need to hear you, angel" it was a soft order, one you couldn't look away from.

so you reassure him that you are happy and so content, he seems to like your words, smiling. lifting you up and maneuvering you on top of him, still inside of you. his fingers trace over your bare back soothingly as he lights a cigarette with his other hand, just like that night.

and you smiled to yourself because you knew. you knew that this time when you woke up, you wouldn't have to leave, you would be able to look at his sleeping smile as long as you wanted. it was a comforting thought.

— cheonsa means angel.

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[minshinxx]

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[duckieduccss]

Emi Baseball Doodles✨✨

Something i did quick just to share with you guys. Also maybe just practicing a lil more on poses (i based these off of actual poses from baseball players). She would most definitely get the hang of playing baseball super fast (so much so it’d make her dad, Ken, very proud of her)

Additional side note, ive been enjoying a lot the idea behind my brand new kaiju baseball au (A sincere & genuine thank you to you all for the unimaginable support my previous post got announcing it🥺😭💕) For that i also included something extra to explain some few basic stuff about the Kaiju Little League au in the form of a refrence sheet (it feels like a while since ive actually done one of those so I apologize in advance)

A team name’s been chosen & formally theyre known as the “Kaiju Krushers” . (Representing the variety of kaiju welcome on their team) As for the outfit/jersey, they can be modified/altered to fit the kaiju’s body easily. Same goes for caps/helmets usually having holes to make room for things such as horns that would stick out. Each kaiju would sometimes be designated their own special apparel for that reason. Their names on the back of the jersey & along with their team # given to them by the order they joined the team to make it easier

(For anyone wondering how Ken managed to have enough to do all that, he just does lol (cuz i said so :) )

So far on the team we got

⭐️ Emi

⭐️ Junior

⭐️ Minilla

⭐️ Suko

⭐️ Toto

⭐️ Mothra Larva

⭐️ Rodan Jr

[We might end up having new members join the team possibly in the future‼️👀]

[Once again thank you all so much for the support for this au I cannot express how incredibly happy it made me feel others sharing the same joy along with all your guys love & suggestions for it💜💜💕]

[littledigits]

Hi! I absolutely love your work and your art style (and I think Hilda is one of the best animated shows ever made!!) I want to dip my toe into drawing, mainly because I want to be able to do little sketchy character drawings for my D&D campaign lol. Is there any particular book or course you might recommend for getting started? Thank you!

thank you so much ! <3

I would say if you want to start drawing , do whatever makes it accessible and fun for you to start. I cant go hardcore into learning, i need some indulgence to keep it fun.

Its hard for me to recommend anything off the top of my head. there is SO MUCH GOOD STUFF OUT THERE NOW ADAYS. also you may look at a book or a course and the way its explained wont make sense to you, but someone else could put it a different way and it could click better! Everyone has a different workflow and different methods, so what i'd recommend is just poke around in some youtube videos and just watch a few beginner ones, see what methods you vibe with. But at the end of the day do what you feel like is most fun and dont sweat the details

DONT BE AFRAID TO REFRENCE THINGS! When I was in school for animation, one of the first things you did to learn to draw on model was draw overtop of the model sheet and break down the proportions. (how many 'heads' tall is it , how many 'eyes' wide is the face). If you see a style you like, learn from it !

Drawing overtop of a character and breaking it down is a great exercise if there is a style you want to mimic. Understanding the proportions helps because then when you draw, if it looks -off- you can test out your own . Who knows, maybe you accidentally made the body too long or short! People are afraid to trace or draw over, but its a great exercise as long as you dont take credit, especially if you're not just doing it for something to look pretty but you want to *understand* how it was done. This helps a lot in building your own style ! my style is a mish mash of everything i've loved and worked on over the years, and it changes over time. So if you see something and you're like 'ooo thats COOL how did they do it' , save it , break it down , maybe you'll learn a few new things !

also I recommend to start with simple shapes ! I put some screen captures from rough sketches that Scott Lewis did, who is a senior animator on hilda. Even as an experienced animator he knows how important the fundamentals are (which is why hes good at his job haha). I think if you want to do fun sketchy things for DND , keeping it simple is the way to go :) you'd be surprised how much expression you can get out of shapes ! I hope this helps you get started on drawing all the endless DND shenanigans that I'm sure live in your head :D .

[the-cat-in-your-nightmares]

"I found out about this app with DogDay... Very weird people on it.."

Hello! Mod speaking here, I'll make his refrence sheet later but I hope you understand that I'm not good at roleplaying canonically so stuff may not be so in character but I'm trying my best :)

Yall I'm so sorry if I don't respond for a day or two, sometimes I see the asks and I jst don't have any ideas on what to answer. That's why sometimes when I answer, it's still rlly dry

Warnings for people who are sensitive i guess?

Gore (Not visible but explained)

Swearing (Lots of it)

RULES!!!! (PLEASE READ.)

1. No NSFW. Please. This is going to end up with me removing anon asks for a certain amount of time.

2. Everyone is allowed to be here, don't try to insult them unless they're genuinely a bad person.

3. Simps are tolerated but a certain species is not. Such as the NSFW asking ones.

4. CatNap is aroace, to me, who would actually want to date someone when you're a giant cat that used to be a children's babysitter

5. Have fun and don't argue.

"This is how CatNap speaks.. If I insult you or be mean to you in this text, it is for roleplaying. Don't take it to heart."

"HAHA, addition time. This is when CatNap's all evil and sadistic and that shit. No, not controlled by the prototype, but just a side that's always evil. We've discovered this in one of the ask threads with @benches1"

*This is actions! This text is when he's doing something*

This is mod speaking! These are my genuine thoughts and is not roleplaying

"Go talk to DogDay while you're at it.." @ask-dogday

Have fun :)

(This account is an au where every single ask is after all the lore and stuff. DogDay has his legs and CatNap didn't die, CatNap isn't evil but he does sometimes act evil. Also the prototype is not a problem, CatNap killed it. But he still worships it A TINY BIT. Also CatNap doesn't have a soul. He's just sentient idk)

(my main acc is @novaisalwayssleepy shh)

[chip-dip6]

Commissions are open!

Character belongs to @gods-of-kanto

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you can tip $5 or more for any kind of sketch! just leave your request or character sheet in your tip message; However other commissions will have priority so they may take a lot of time to get to. the quality will be around the same as the doodle in the bottom-right corner, but may depend on what im feeling.

Heres my ko-fi link

---------------------------------------------------------- Other services:

Icons/emotes: an Icon or emotes of your choice for $10+ depending on the quality

Character sheets/refrence sheets these will go for $30 or more depending on what you want. this will include a full-body character -no shading- their colors, and other misc info about them. plus $10-15 for different angles, bust or something else

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Will draw

minor gore/horror

Backgrounds

OC's

Monsters and anthro

Animals/Quadrupeds

kissing and smut

Will NOT draw

highly detailed characters

extreme gore/horror

hate art

Shipping of IRL people who are not together

Sexual art of minors

Sexual art of aged-up versions of characters who are minors

Other Terms

May not be used for commercial use without my permission and private discussion about it

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May not be used for AI training - you can Post the Commissioned artwork online with art credit/ my watermark - You can Use in backgrounds or other media like art or videos, with credit/ my watermark - Do NOT take credit for making it yourself or claiming it as your own - Do NOT modify/trace/edit the Commission

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i will try to update you and send screenshots of the sketch, lineart, flats, and shading stages; however any large changes after the lineart WILL cost EXTRA

When you commission me, please provide some kind of reference of what you want me to draw. If you do not have a reference, i will provide a program for you to make one at no extra cost

Depending on the quality of the commission, i will take longer with it, however i may be able to give an estimation once you tell me about the commission you want

DM for NSFW. I am free to refuse any Commission for ANY reason

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[himbos-hotline]

“You ever wonder if other people think we’re like… A thing?” for hangkenny

Bite the hand that needs me

2.7k words || Smut/Angst || implied/refrenced Golden Lovers

“It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

READ ON AO3

Kenny always feels a little like a bad dog being tied to a pole with a short leash. The cold bites at his fingertips and he thrashes, the leash cutting deeper into his throat. It cuts deep enough into his skin that as he grows, flesh grows around the wound and he learns to breathe around the pain. He carries the scars, unwashed and infected, letting his fever stoke and heat the fires of longing in his stomach. He sighs softly, even a violent dog knows how to lap at the fingers of the hand that feeds it, even an abused dog learns to love the taste of their own blood under someone else's fingers.

He kisses against Adam's neck, hunting for the familiar matching scar against his throat. But Adam's skin comes back clear, soft and gentle against the scuffed skin of his lips and he sinks his teeth into the gap between Adam's jaw and neck, sucking around the racing pulsepoint slick with his own spit and and the shaking gasp that shudders up Adam's windpipe. He sighs against Adam's tacky skin and swallows the burning of jealousy down with another kiss. Adam doesn't question the way that Kenny's hands slip across the shape of his shoulders, digging and tugging at the collar of his patterned shirt, he's used to the hunger that comes with the rough feeling of Kenny's fingers against the pinking skin of his chest. He feels Kenny breathe against his lips and Adam can't help the jealous way his tongue pokes out to taste the last traces of Kenny's spit that's drying against the fat of his lip. He settles his hands gently, either side of Kenny's face and smiles a little when Kenny flutters his eyelashes slowly.

"You're so needy today, like a dog." Adam chuckles, struggling to keep the dominance is his voice when he spots Kenny’s Adam's apple bob. "You like that?" He tilts his head a little, thumbs dragging slightly down the rough stubble on Kenny's cheeks.

"I'm not Matthew." Kenny retorts, knocking his teeth against Adams when he rears up to steal another kiss. There's something a little rougher in the way Kenny kisses Adam this time, like he's trying to strip his skin off his lips. It hurts for only a second before Kenny's leg presses into the gap of Adam's thighs and he gets the message that Kenny has badly concealed for the past few moments. He shuffles backwards, boots scuffing against the hotel room carpet until Adam presses his thighs into the wooden base of the hotel bed.

It's all a flurry of clothes and hands pressing against the other's skin, a frantic nervousness that floods the heat of the room. Small gasps and shuddering whimpers are the only things the two of them need to communicate. Kenny rolls onto his stomach, hands padding against the crumpled bed sheets. They're sticky with precum and lube under his sweaty skin and as he tangles his fingers slowly into the corners of the sheets, he lets the tacky smell of Adam's skin puncture something at the back of his mind. He squirms, pushing his ass back just a little when Adam's hips roll with a greed that Kenny hasn't felt in a while.

He moans, bitter and useless and pathetically broken into the fat of Adam's hand as he reaches forward, brushing sweaty curls off Kenny's forehead. "You're so pretty like this, I know that?" Adams words are a stumble, a mix of greedy praise and gentle realness that makes something in Kenny's chest ache. He swallows and nods, sinking his teeth into Adam's palm, dragging his teeth down with the shake of his head.

He feels Adam's pulse between his teeth and something dark and poisonous in Kenny's brain says to bite down harder, harder, harder until he tastes the flow of Adam's blood fill his mouth. Until he can swallow it down, feeling it taste like a last meal. His teeth scrape against Adam sweaty skin just enough that he tastes the saltiness melt against his tongue and when Kenny half-opens his eyes again, he feels twenty five again; bathed in the light of someone that shines with a light so much brighter than his, that it almost burns to look at him but as Kenny straightens his back and lets Adam fill him, it almost feels worth it to burn himself alive. Adam kisses him behind his ear as he pulls out slowly, stroking trembling fingers around the last of Kenny’s pale blond curls and it's so gentle that it almost makes Kenny feel a little dirty. He wipes himself off using Adam’s discarded shirt and ducks his head shyly when Adam wraps a hand slowly around his thigh, fingers brushing just under the base of his half-hard cock, fingers asking silent permission to drag themselves upwards. Adam looks at Kenny and when Kenny nods, tucking his head against Adam's shoulder. He sighs, eyes fluttering closed.

Adams fingers brushing against him feels like a story that Kenny barely remembers now. His fingers crafting messy ink-stained paragraphs of misplaced love across Kenny’s scarred skin and as Kenny finishes, spilling messily across Adam’s fingers, Adam soothes him gently with a whimpered, mumbled “that's it, that's it angel. There, jus’ what ya wanted.” Kenny pushes his head deeper into the racing pulsepoint in Adam’s thick neck and swallows down a thank you. He breathes a little when Adam presses his hand against his throat, not rough. Just sticky fingers pressing gently into the underside of his jaw. “Are you okay?” Adam whispers and Kenny blinks through the pressure growing just behind his eyes as the two of them tumble from their high together, misshapen bodies lying together the way shattered glass lays against the floor; barley fitting together, the side of Kenny’s stomach presses into Adam’s hip and Kenny’s blue eyes don’t read the glimmer in Adam’s green eyes when he looks at him with the same dogged but affectionate expression.

Kenny nods a little, pushing dark hair off his forehead. He’s sweaty and sticky and when he sits up against the pale wood, chipped headboard of Adam’s hotel room he feels underdressed and uncomfortable. “What’s that scar from?” Adam asks from his space on the bed when Kenny stands up, raising his arms slowly above his head. He turns, looking at the naked man on the bed with pale eyebrows raised.

“What scar?” Kenny’s voice trembles a little, arms slowly lowering to hang around his sides, he wiggles his fingers and chews a little on his cheek when he feels Adam’s fingers press against the curve of his hip, nails itching at an old scar that Kenny had long since stopped paying attention to the dull ache that settled just under the raised skin.

There’s only a few quiet, tense seconds between the two of them. Kenny shifts just out of the way of Adam’s fingertips, Adam pulling back his arm slowly until it settles on his lap, picking at the hair on his legs. “It’s nothing.” Kenny tells his reflection in the mirror of Adam’s eyes. “An old hockey injury.” He lies and his reflection echoes back a nod. He flicks his eyes downwards, studying the way that Adams fingers knot together over his stomach, knees resting against his chest. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

Adam nods slowly, eyes closing when Kenny leans over to press a misplaced kiss to the middle of his forehead. “You worry too much.” He whispers, he brushes his fingers across the underside of Adam’s chin and scrubs his nails against the stubble that grows there. “I'm gonna go shower, get ready for tonight.”

From the bathroom he listens to Adam getting ready; the scuffing of his boots against the faded carpet, the dissatisfied sigh over having to wipe the last beads of half-dried sweat off his chest with his shirt, all while Kenny steals the warm water, pressing and picking his nails against the scar that he promised himself he wouldn't think about again. The water turns cold against the nape of Kenny’s neck and he cranes his eyes upwards to stare into the molded shower head, eyelashes fluttering as water runs into his eyes. It stings and when Adam questions Kenny’s red eyes and stained face, he blames the hard water.

In the arena, the air is filled with an excitement that Kenny’s veins open up under his skin; blood runs through his ears hissing like the old steam train he remembers echoing past just past the horizon of his childhood home. He tapes his wrists, feeling the stickiness pull at the hair on his arms and he smooths his hair down with enough oil that when Matt pokes his head round the locker room door he laughs, “Don’t go near any open flames Kenny, you’ll catch alight.”

“You know me Matt, I’m always on fire.” Kenny hums, grinning at his own reflection. He washes his hair anyway, sitting nervously patient on the floor as Matt curls his damp hair. He’s careful with the tag title, resting it against his crossed legs, pressing his fingers rhythmically into the gold. It's cold and an achingly familiar feeling when Kenny traces someone else's name over his own with his nail. Matt kisses the top of his head; lips gentle against the crown of Kenny’s head and he stands with a groan. “Thanks.” Kenny mumbles, scrubbing a fist across his face. “Wait for me?”

He doesn’t know why he asks it like that, so gentle and careful that Matt's eyebrows furrow, before his face smoothes over. He knows who's lingering at the back of Kenny’s mind as he settles the belt; shimmering and gold across his hips. Matt doesnt bring it up again, doesn't say that he’ll wait for Kenny. He simply nods and presses his hand against Kenny’s shoulder as he leaves.

The ring feels different under Kenny’s ring boots when he walks out with Hangman, he rolls his ankles and curls his toes against the memory foam soles but the feeling doesn’t leave the balls of his feet as he climbs the ring stairs and stares over at Adam, pretending that he can’t smell the last traces of alcohol on his breath when he breathes on his face, lips curving down into disgust when Adam looks away.

That ever familiar pressure builds at the back of his brain, half way through the match. He floats a little through the match, until Dax grabs the back of his ring gear and the pain that echoes through Kenny’s body is like a lightning bolt, shocking him back into his own body. He closes his eyes, slumping back against the canvas of the ring staring up at the bright lights, his hands itching towards Adam. He pulls and shakes and tugs, begging Adam to move from his side. He stares at another lover and yet again, Kenny feels like Romeo staring down at the body of a faceless Juliet, begging her eyes to open as he plunges a dagger deeper into his chest.

His fingers dig into the fat of Adam’s hips and then it happens again. He feels everything slide through his fingers, shards of long-forgotten memories digging into his hands and Kenny feels the ever familiar weight twisting around his throat as the referee counts three. Gold drops from his hands again and as Kenny pushes himself to sit against the turnbuckles, something deep inside him snaps.

Anger, copper-stained and rust smelling twists between the red of his blood. He feels it stabbing and poking at the corner of his eyes, the pulse points hammering away in his forehead. Everywhere that Adam touched lights up; pink and stinging and highlighted in faded gold.

FTR celebrate in the ring, settling cans of unnamed beer against Adam’s head and Kenny sneers from ringside, hands gripping the cold metal legs of the table. He hears Cash laugh above him, feels droplets of beer decorate his heaving chest and he pretends not to listen to the voice that tells him to drag his fingers down, to lick the bitterness and sourness of sweat and beer off his chest. To have at least a little of Adam settling deep into Kenny’s stomach, even if it's not really him.

It’s never been about Adam. Never about their tag team. Kenny isn’t a tag team wrestler. He’s simply him. A dog on a short leash thrashing against the choker collar, growling and barking. Sinking his teeth into the hand that feeds him, the hands that cherish him. He’s the disobedient, heartless man. He stands over Adam, watching him struggle, face settling on heartbreak.

Adam reaches for him, face so open and readable and Kenny presses his hand into his shoulder. Shoving him away. He stares down at the fallen Cowboy at his feet, and smiles. A small twisted grin, mixing with a grimace, slowly spreads across Kenny’s lips as he shakes his head, curls bouncing around his ears. He knocks over the beer can, feeling it soak into his ring boots and rolls out the ring, leaving Adam behind to bathe himself in the fires of his own failure.

He’s distinctly aware of the camera man behind him when he spots himself on the monitor backstage. Matt and Nick look at him, eyebrows pressed together and bottom lips trembling with a million questions. They yell after him and Kenny lets their voices die in the ringing of his ears. He settles into the back of a waiting car and presses his head into his hands, blunt nails trying to flip the switch back in his brain. He yells into his own palms as he thinks: there's something so distinctly human in betrayal. There's something so animalistic in heartbreak that Kenny is almost a God, standing as another angel falls from Grace.

He showers and crawls back into his bed, pretending that the pillows don’t distantly carry the smell of Adam. His eyebrows crease at the ends, his eyes close and his sleep is dreamless and cold. Kenny is barely awake when his phone chimes; patterns flashing messily against the sides of the half-opened bedside drawer.

He sits up, propping himself up with pillows and swallows the whine that builds just at the back of his throat. Adam’s face flashes up; cheeks sun-kissed and hair messy and curled around his shoulders and Kenny simply stares. Watching as his phone rings and vibrates against his cupped palms before, it stops and Adam disappears, leaving behind a singular voicemail.

“You ever wonder if other people think we’re like… A thing?” His words are slurring through his teeth and Kenny almost huffs out a laugh.

“You're drunk.” He replies, talking over Adam’s voice crackling out from his phone speaker. He blinks sleep away from his eyes and stares out the window, watching the clouds roll slowly past his hotel room window as Adam rambles on, talking to nobody.

“I guess, I shoulda guessed I wasn’t good enough.” Adam says after a beat of silence and Kenny turns to look back at his phone. He rests it gently against the duvet gathered between his crossed legs. “Nobody is good enough for you Kenny. You’re not good enou-”

Kenny doesn’t listen to the rest of the voicemail. He rests his phone beside his head and closes his eyes. He twists Adam’s words around his brain and opens his eyes again. He remembers the number because it's been the same since Kenny was twenty three, his phone rings and he listens to the person on the other end of the call, mumbling and shifts in tiredness. He smiles a little weakly, pulling the duvet tighter around him.

“Butan?” Kenny hides the way his voice cracks in a yawn and waves a little at himself in the viewfinder. “Could I come home?”

“Always.”

And so he does, Kenny packs everything of himself into a suitcase and, like a dog, retreats back home with his tail between his legs. It's almost ironic how much Kenny learns to love the ache of the lead cutting off his blood supply.

He falls into Kota’s arms and the lead snaps away.

Kenny feels free.

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[callmevangogh]

I wanted to make an official looking character sheet for my old as sin overwatch oc Vann; just a little something self indulgent aaaand a good provider as a refrence sheet if I plan on making anymore fanart of him 😛 I made it so anyone can colour pick it bc it’s just shading and lighting layers💥💫⚡️🔥

[pzyii]

Refrence sheet (aka an excuse to talk about details and scars)

all the details are under cut (tw for small self harm mention)

First just short. Yes she’s a lesbian, Idc that if btvs was made today they would’ve written her as bi, that’s not how it is, she’s written as a lesbian, she’s just comphet.

Secondly, I hc her as enby because well I want to, she likes using the trans flag too cause she thinks it’s pretty. (Tara’s a trans woman btw. And Dawn is transfeminine, a hc I can talk about a lot too if prompted. They are a family of trans lesbians)

And she goes by she/they/it with no special preferences cause I say so, tho I only used she in these rants for simplicity.

And yeah she's autistic but we all already knew that.

gonna go by detail by detail for these closeups

Chest scar: so personally I headcanon that Willow (without thinking) took Tara’s pain as she died. Partly because of how she describes being shot to Warren so- personally. And just cause historically she haven’t been the best at controlling her powers. So that combined with everything that happened during her Dark Willow arc combined and I guess manifested a scar. It partly represents just how shattered and broken her heart became when Tara died.

Stomach scar: pretty self explanatory, she got it from the Gnarl in Same Time, Same Place. Because I think when you heal something using nature-healthy magic it leaves a scar cause it’s really just a sped up version of the natural process. This is especially true for when Willow heals herself cause of guilt that is always in her head trying to convince her to not heal. Also just like- she had strips of her skin eaten, that’s bound to leave a scar. And just the whole episode is so great and everything about it is so important so I think she needs a reminder of it.

Thin scars: a few are scratches she’s gotten over the years but most are sh scars. There’s not much to elaborate with that for now, I just think it’s something she did/does.

Big forearm scars: these are from when she resurrected Buffy. She has 2 alike ones on her other forearm. Another headcanon I have is that when wounds are caused by like really dark magicks, like the ones Willow used, scars don’t tend to heal normally, so they took a lot longer to heal than normal wounds their size, and also left clearer scars. Also yknow more scars that work as reminders for her guilt.

Rings: she’s gotten them from a bunch of different people, I don’t have the specifics for that, but the one with green is one is Buffys (in Who Are You? Willow is wearing one of Buffys rings that she and Tara uses for the spell)

Braclets: there’s nothing special about the beige one but the blue one is one of those braided friendship braclets. Dawn made it for her.

Burn scar: it is what I just said. She got it in Gingerbread (she screams like “Buffy I’m on fire!” During it). Not only is Gingerbread one of my favrouite MOTW episodes but it’s really important in understanding Willows character because of her relationship with her mom. So I thought if I had the opportunity to give her a physical scar to remind her of the time her mom tried to kill her i just had to take it. In my personal headcanon of the show she walked with crutches in Helpless (since that only takes place one week after Gingerbread). (Also funfact, in my mlp au i haven’t posted here(if anyones interested send an ask) the burn caused chronic pain and she uses a pony-wheelchair)

Hair: her hair used to be fully the same mid ginger colour but after Dark Willow it was permanently darkened at her roots.

Eyes: her eyes used to be green but turned pink because of the Buffy resurrection spell. And this is very much partly cause I’m an artist who just wants to have fun with my design. But it’s also the complementary hue to the one I use for Buffys eyes. Plus to me when you resurrect someone your soul and essence is kinda torn apart cause you need to kinda go to the afterlife to get them back in a way. So yeah her physical body was put through trials but so was just her psyche and well soul i guess, and because of that her soul is weirdly connected to Buffys, which also was torn apart and put back together. So complimentary!!! (Buffy didn’t notice the the change in colour until their conversation on the curb in Gone, she thinks they’re pretty)

Scars under eyes: these are also partly cause of stylistic choice (to be fair all are). But my design of Dark Willow has veins under her eyes, like tears. So they left scars, scars that also in theory looks like tears.

[eccentric549]

The Daleks

The second serial of the First Doctor era. What an introduction to what will become one of the most prolific villans in Doctor Who history. The Daleks here are immaculate. Coming in as a NuWho fan, this episode is easily one of the most startling as NuWho doesn't have much content on Skarro. And the stuff we do have is mostly all desolate wastes. But here, this isn't the case. That's the theme for this review. Things that aren't the case at the start of this franchise.

The Doctor starts this episode by being a petulant child (how youthful). Even if i gave him the courtesy of saying he didn't know the planet was filled to the brim with toxic radiation, it doesn't excuse breaking his TARDIS to pretend like they have no choice but to stay here. This lie still eats at me a little because things could have gone much worse for everyone involved.

The Doctor gaslighting barbara, saying she definitely didn't get grabbed in the forest, irks me. You are a SPACE MAN, in an IMPOSSIBLE SHIP. Impossible things happen every day for you, and you can't believe that MAYBE something else still lives in that forest despite its current state? It's just blatant ignorance.

Susan holds a key role in this episode that saves the lives of everyone aboard the TARDIS. And her actress Carol Ann Ford immaculatly expressed the stress she is under in every way imaginable.

I didn't expect the Thal to be here. They are a breath of fresh air. I love their unified and distinct look and body language. The way they stick together even when they have doubts about their capabilities speaks volumes for their bravery.

The doctor in this episode has never encountered creatures like the daleks before. So, for his timeline, this is his first encounter with them. It's crucial to his relationship with them because this ISN'T the Daleks' first encounter with The Doctor. They just don't recognise him or have data on him. Their phaser stem isn't inherently lethal, meaning they CHOOSE to kill in a way that NuWho doesn't capture. They don't have the capability to fly. They have simple weaknesses like getting tipped over or a plastic sheet on the ground to discharge the static electricity powering them. And while they have a distinct texture of hierarchy its unclear where that starts or ends.

Ian getting in the Dalek is easily one of my favorite moments of his run and will be refrenced in later episodes to come. It's so iconic.

Barbara, being a voice of reason keeping the thal and Ian grounded, is critical to their relationship but feels a little lacking sometimes in physically having things to do. I feel like it has a bit to do with having so many main characters. Giving them ALL something to do all the time can be difficult. But we also shouldn't underestimate the importance of the Therapy Friend.

To wrap up. I loved this episode. It felt fast even for a 7 part serial. The villains are conniving and deadly. Our main chast is immaculatly acted. And our human characters even get moments of feeling brilliant when the doctor isn't able to assist them. Particularly barbara in this respect. I look forward to seeing their continued adventure as they attempt to convince the doctor to send them home.

[koszmarnybudyn]

Finally finished my magical girl au refrence sheets. I have been working on it for soooo long! (It was honestly suppose to be a chill project because i had artblock when I started but then 400 something layers later here we are).

Feel free to use these if you do anything for this au (or as inspo to make your own designs) and you can absolutly tag me I love to see it :).

I might honestly info dump about these designs later because there is a lot of thought behind them for me.

We have the normal magical girl outfits, the power up outfits, everyday outfits and some others (all of hermie phases and normals identity crisis outfit), oh and some prop designs.

These might honestly still change a bit, because this au is still very much just an idea in my head, I also plan on doing some other charakter designs for it if I have the will and energy.

[peanutrat20]

i would like everyone who has found warriors heart so far to know that when i when i finally get the energy to finish and post the ref sheets that my artstyle is fluid and always changing.

so if you happen to decide to make any art with them just treat the refs as a dtiys and don't try to mimic my style.

want to add shit to the designs? go for it

something is a bit hard for you to replicate? don't worry next time i draw them it'll probably change anyway

the ref sheets are literally just that refrence for me and anyone else to use as a base guide.

and hey because this isn't going to be a comic things can change the designs are meant to be fluid

[cosmicdreamt]

[[ Also just some random Neff tattoo info cause I need to update her refrence sheet

-She still has all the ones I have listed -She DOES have that sternum bat tattoo I asked about a while back I just need to design it -She also wants to have a soot sprite holding konpeito somewhere idk I'll figure that out -She'd love to get a HMC inspired one as well but has no idea what to do for that

That said.....get matching tattoos with her. Nothing tacky but something small yet meaningful. She's more than happy to c: ]]

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

Working on a refrence sheet for mura. I've drawn her outfit so many times by now it is surprisingly easy! Also I've decided some of the slashes on her trousers contain pockets, or even just another hole to her knives strapped on her leg. Her inv is stored in her trousers! And her shirt is separate from her over trousers, the shirt is tucked under both of the trousers

Its cause the outer one has cuts for the bunched up fabric of the trousers underneath to peak through. Same for her shoulder ones, but those just have the shirt under so they are less puffy, and the fabric onto is tie-on. [The fabric undef the trousers may or may not be some hidden trousers that look like a skirt. Disguise 101.]

Her outfit is a balanced of projecting the image she wants, and given that means no obvious weapons* or storage, she hides it all, there are knives and an abundance of pockets in her trousers, and spellscrolls[and more knives, and p much anything that can be flat] in her boots and the boning channels on her corset also have lockpicks, as well as her tie on sleeves [not pictured but dark and above the shirt sleeves] having slots to store things.

*She often preffers projecting danger and skill but looking like your just a noble on a walk and don't have the storage/tools to do insert crime here is a good skill. She can take out her knives or put on a cloak to look intimidating, but you can't change your baseline outfit from something like thieves leathers or armour to look more innocent. So her base outfit makes her look like just a noble passer by.