#and I should really draw him in a different angle with a a different expression fr fr

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Mangey likes napping in the sun, Nine likes hanging around Mangey, I put them together

Another color palette experiment :]

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Do you know have any tips on how to draw a comic? As in simple style and easy to draw and consistent in redraw? I love your style and I can't help but wonder how you got here and if you could help. Thank you

okay sorry i left this in the inbox for a bit because. where to start lol! there's a lot of thought that can go into making comics i think. but i believe you're specifically asking about having a consistent art style and being able to draw the same character a lot over and over again, so i'll try to focus on that

i think a lot of consistency is just playing around with character designs and getting something you feel comfortable with. ill use grian as a good example because it took me a while to come up with a grian design that i liked. once i liked it, i was able to draw my grian a lot & very consistently. every time you draw a character, even if it's a little doodle, you gain that muscle memory for ur lines a little better, so you should doodle always as much as you can and never be afraid to try something new and experiment with your style

the pipeline

i think a good way to establish a character design that you really like to draw & can familiarize yourself with is by defining some key features about them. like in this image for example, my older grian designs don't really have anything about them that stands out to me. he wasn't rlly that fun to draw. but nowadays i think i have a distinct hairstyle & expression & glasses shape i give him, which are fun to draw. even if it's a tiny doodle with like, 15 strokes, you can still identify it as my grian design i think

something that i noticed (i didn't consciously do this but it just sort of happened as i was trying to make them all look different from one another) is that i assign different shapes to grian, cub and scar. these guys are good examples because 1. they're the three characters in my hotguy comics part and 2. they're the three guys i draw the most often

grian i tend to go for more rounded shapes, cub more squares/rectangles, and scar is more pointy and triangular. little things like this can help them stand out from one another and makes them fun to draw in my opinion. when i draw grian's hair i always have the hair come to a rounded point and is more neat/tidy. when i draw scar the hair is more spiky and wild. cub is sort of in the middle where his hair is more pointy, but is kept neat, which gives it those straight lines and right angles

TL;DR how i draw characters easily and consistently is make key features & shapes that make them fun to both draw & look at. and then draw them a lot

i hope that makes any sense, i like yapping about character design so hope you don't mind the long response lol ^_^

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Those Eyes Chico ༓ myg (m) | Chapter Three

✑ Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?

pairing: idol!yoongi x plus size!poc!reader

genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut, slowburn, coworkers2friends2lovers, winter setting, forbidden love

word count: 8.1k+

warnings: This chapter in particular is written from oc's perspective, oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking, mentions of unhealthy parental relationships (attempts for arranged marriage), Oc being a total boss at work bc she is amazing at her job, and ofc more cute & meaningful Yoon and OC interactions (I love them 🥹)

now playing: Sweet Dreams by The Last Shadow Puppets

a/n: GUYS, I'm getting better at updating! It only took me a little over a month to get this chapter out vs two months last time. I'm going to keep trying to improve, but TYSM for your patience! I'm really proud of how this series is going so far, and this chapter omg...i just hope you enjoy hehehe. Anyway, this series is dedicated to my wonderfully crazy friend and sorta beta, Gloom @theuselessdaydreamingidiot, and to all our fellow Yoon lovers bc we miss our sweet man SO MUCH 🥺 Enjoy! 🥰 Also huge thank you to @itaeewon for designing this beautiful series header! Love it!!

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The past week and a half has been a whirlwind. Meetings, studio sessions, and preparations for “Suchwita” have consumed your days and nights. The tight deadlines and intense work pace have kept you on your toes, but there’s a growing excitement within you for the new venture. Today marks the first day of recording "Suchwita," and you find yourself buzzing with anticipation. Determined to ensure everything goes smoothly, you decide to arrive at the studio early to oversee the final preparations.

As you step into the makeshift studio space, you're greeted by a flurry of activity. Camera operators are setting up angles, lighting technicians are adjusting the brightness, and set designers are putting the final touches on the sleek, intimate set that will serve as the backdrop for the show.

The set has a warm, inviting aura with dark wood paneling, a cozy seating area, and a small bar stocked with various bottles of whiskey and soju.

You're impressed by how quickly everything has come together.

“Yoongi-ssi, good morning,” you call out as you approach Yoongi, who is already surveying the room. You notice him glance at you from the corner of his eye as you walk towards him. You have to admit, he looks great. The crew has styled him in denim blue jeans and a navy blue sweater, a casual yet polished outfit that complements the professional yet relaxed atmosphere of the set. It’s clear he arrived before you.

“Good morning __-ssi,” Yoongi replies, giving you a small smile. “Everything ready?”

“We’re almost there. Just a few final touches, and we should be good to go.”

“Great,” he nods, briefly scanning around the set. “The place looks better than I imagined.”

“I’m glad you think so,” you say with a satisfied expression. “We wanted it to reflect your personality and create an atmosphere where you and your guests can have open, honest conversations. How are you feeling this morning?”

“Pretty excited, actually,” he says, folding his arms in a composed manner. “A little nervous, but mostly excited. How are you and the rest of the team holding up with all the new developments?”

“We’re managing,” you say with a chuckle. “It’s been a lot of late nights and early mornings, but everyone’s excited about ‘Suchwita.’ It’s something different and refreshing. I think we’re all equally eager to see it succeed.”

Yoongi nods thoughtfully, taking a moment to soak in the details of the set. “It’s all coming together pretty fast. Do we know for sure who we’ll have on for the next few recordings?”

“We do,” you reply, “We’ve lined up a few other artists for the following episodes, including some from different genres. Your fellow members will also join as soon as their schedules permit. I think it’s going to be a good mix. Also, if there’s anyone in particular you’d like to have as a guest, just let me know. I’m sure we can coordinate it.”

“I’ll consider that,” Yoongi says, genuinely pleased. “I appreciate all the hard work you’ve put into this by the way. I know the timeline has been tight.”

“Well, it’s been a team effort,” you say, smiling warmly. “But thank you. It’s been fun, even if a bit hectic now and then. I have to say, it’s been nice working closely with you, Yoongi-ssi. You’re very dedicated to your craft and I think more often than not, we tend to see eye to eye.”

Yoongi seems to blush slightly at your compliment but maintains his composure. “Good to know you like me after fifteen days,” he says, a playful glint in his eyes. “I was starting to think this partnership might be a bit one-sided, especially after our chat during that smoke break a while ago.”

His lighthearted remark brings you back to that brief smoke break behind the building. It was a simple, candid moment, but it left a lasting impression, making you feel like you and Yoongi were finally starting to become good colleagues. The easy rapport that’s developed between you two since then is a welcome change from the often formal interactions with other team members.

“Well, if I recall correctly,” you counter, “You said you only like me ‘enough.’ That’s not quite the same as actually liking someone and wanting to work with them.”

Amused, Yoongi’s smirk grows. “It was implied, wasn’t it? You know I wouldn’t work with you if I didn’t actually like you.”

“Really?” you say, raising an eyebrow, your tone teasing.

“I have no reason to lie to you, __-ssi.” Yoongi insists, his voice light but his gaze steady. There’s a moment of playful tension in the air, both of you smiling as you challenge each other with your eyes.

“Interesting,” you reply, tilting your head slightly. Though mutually taunting each other, there’s something about Yoongi’s words and tone that still feels reassuring, grounding even.

Before either of you can exchange another word, you hear footsteps nearing behind you. Turning, you see Kim Namjoon entering the studio with a warm smile on his face. He’s dressed casually yet stylishly, exuding the effortless charisma that has made him a beloved figure among fans.

“Morning,” Namjoon greets, his voice carrying a familiar depth. He adjusts the bottom of his shirt, giving the studio a once-over. “I hope I’m not late or anything.”

Approaching Namjoon, you greet him with an inviting smile and extend your hand for a handshake. His response is equally friendly, and there’s a sense of gentle confidence coming from him, as any good leader should have.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, __-nim,” Namjoon responds, shaking your hand warmly. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Yoongi-hyung.”

Somewhat taken aback by the bit of information, you share a glance with Yoongi, who briefly meets your eyes before averting his gaze back to Namjoon. A faint rosy tint colors his cheeks once again.

“This place looks fantastic. You’ve really outdone yourselves,” Namjoon continues.

“Thank you,” you say, feeling a surge of pride. “We wanted to create a space where our guests feel comfortable and can have open, honest conversations. I think we’ve achieved that.”

Namjoon nods in agreement, taking in the surroundings with a thoughtful expression. “It definitely feels welcoming. I’m looking forward to seeing it all come together in the end.”

“Congratulations on your new album by the way,” you add. “I’m sure Indigo is going to be a success, especially amongst your fans who have been waiting for another solo from you for quite some time.”

“Thanks, it’s been a journey and I’m glad to have such a loyal fanbase who continue to support me for the last nine-plus years. It always lifts my spirits.”

“Absolutely, and you deserve it too,” you reply. “I’ve been a huge supporter of The Last Shadow Puppets for over ten years myself, and I think I’ve officially become their gatekeeper.” As you allow yourself a light chuckle, the two in front of you smile in return. Yoongi looks like he wants to press further but chooses to remain silent.

“Well anyway,” you shift topics due to the minor lull, “we should get started.”

Namjoon nods approvingly. “So, what’s the plan for today?”

“We’ve got a brief rundown for you,” you say, motioning towards a table with a few scripts and notes. “We’ll start with a casual chat to set the tone, then delve into some of your recent projects and thoughts on the music industry. We want it to be as natural and spontaneous as possible, so don’t worry about sticking too closely to the script. Also, we know ‘Indigo’ won’t be officially released for two more days, but ‘Suchwita’ is premiering on the 5th. That said, we are filming ahead of time so Yoongi might guide the conversation as if your album’s already been released.”

“Sounds good,” Namjoon says, his relaxed demeanor showing his readiness to go with the flow. “Anything specific you want me to prepare for?”

“No, just be yourself,” you reply with a reassuring smile. “That’s what this show is all about. Authentic conversations, nothing forced. Yoongi-ssi will take the seat on the right of the camera and Namjoon-nim, you’ll be on the left.”

“Got it,” Namjoon says, giving you a thumbs up. He then turns to Yoongi. “Hyung, ready to show off your hosting skills?”

Yoongi chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “We’ll see how it goes. It’s my first time doing something like this, so I’m just hoping not to embarrass myself.”

“You’ll do great,” Namjoon says confidently, giving Yoongi a supportive pat on the back. “Just be your usual, charming self.”

As the crew finishes their preparations and the cameras start rolling, you stand off to the side, monitoring the setup and ensuring everything runs smoothly. The room falls silent as the red recording light flickers on.

Yoongi takes a deep breath and leans back in his chair.

“Welcome, everyone, to the first episode of ‘Suchwita…time to drink with Suga.’ I’m your host, Min Yoongi, and today we have a very special guest. Someone who’s not just a fellow artist but a good friend and our BTS band leader, Kim Namjoon.”

“Happy to be here,” Namjoon says with a grin. “And thanks for the drink.” He picks up his glass of whiskey and raises it in a mock toast.

Yoongi chuckles and lifts his own glass. “Cheers, Namjoon-ah. Let’s dive in. I wanted to start by talking about your new album, Indigo. It’s been out for a few days now, and it’s already making waves. How are you feeling about the responses?”

Namjoon takes a sip before answering, his demeanor relaxed. “It’s been amazing. The fans have been so supportive, and it’s really encouraging to see people connecting with the themes and messages in the album. I wanted it to be something that reflects where I am in my life right now, both musically and personally.”

“That’s something I’ve always admired about your work,” Yoongi says, his tone genuine. “You’re not afraid to be vulnerable and share your thoughts and experiences. I think that’s why so many people resonate with your music.”

“It’s something we all strive for, isn’t it?” Namjoon replies, looking thoughtful. “To create art that’s true to ourselves and that speaks to others. I think it’s all about finding that balance between vulnerability and strength that can make music so relatable. Speaking of which, I’m excited to hear more about your upcoming album, D-Day. What can fans expect?”

Yoongi takes a moment to gather his thoughts. “D-Day is a very personal project for me. It’s a reflection of my journey and everything I’ve been through, especially over the past couple of years. There’s a lot of introspection and a lot of different sounds I’ve experimented with. I wanted it to be an honest portrayal of where I am right now.”

“That sounds incredible,” Namjoon says, leaning forward. “I know the fans are going to love it. You’ve always had a way of capturing emotions in your music that’s really powerful.”

As the conversation continues, you observe Namjoon closely, impressed by his ability to articulate his thoughts with clarity and depth. Yoongi’s previous nervousness has also subsided from the way he easily navigates the conversation, speaking with a similar passion and conviction as Namjoon.

The pair have a natural rapport that is captivating to watch, and their insights into the creative process are both fascinating and inspiring.

After about an hour, when the first taping wraps up, the crew applauds as Yoongi and Namjoon stand and share a brief hug.

“Well we did it,” Yoongi says, looking relieved. “Thanks for being my first guest.”

“Anytime,” Namjoon replies, grinning. “You did great, Yoongi I think this show is going to be a hit.”

“Great job, both of you.” You approach the two with a smile, earning their attention. “Fans are going to love seeing you two together once this releases. It’ll set the tone for the rest of the episodes. Thanks again, Namjoon, for being here. Your support means a lot.”

“It was my pleasure,” Namjoon replies, returning your smile. “I can’t wait to see how the show turns out.”

Just as you’re about to head off to the production room, Namjoon briefly checks his phone and then looks at Yoongi. “Hey, how do you feel about grabbing some lunch at the cafeteria? It’s been a while since we had a proper meal together.”

Yoongi’s face lifts at the suggestion. “I’m up for it. I’m starving.”

Namjoon then shifts his gaze at you. “What about you __-nim?”

You hesitate for a moment, feeling an obvious pang of hunger. You hadn’t eaten much this morning other than a few strawberries. However, you don’t want to intrude on their time together.

As you debate whether to decline the invitation and catch up on Taehyung’s whereabouts or attend to your next work projects, Yoongi speaks up. “The more the merrier,” he says.

“Yeah, if you don’t have anything pressing we’d love to have you join us,” Namjoon adds, the same warm smile on his face.

Your eyes shift between the two men standing in front of you, sincerity evident in their expressions.

“Okay, sure, I could go for something to eat,” you reply, nodding.

With a collective agreement, the three of you make your way to the cafeteria. Once there, Yoongi opts for a heaping plate of bulgogi, his eyes gleaming at the sight of the colorful vegetables and perfectly marinated beef. Namjoon selects a fresh, savory bowl of stir-fried noodles himself, while you choose a hearty bowl of ramen, steam rising from the rich broth.

Despite the bustling lunch hour, you manage to find a table near the large windows. The sunlight streaming through gives you a much-needed boost of energy.

“Here’s to a successful first episode,” Namjoon says, raising his glass of water in a toast.

“Cheers,” you and Yoongi respond in unison, clinking glasses.

As you start to dig into your meals, Namjoon turns to Yoongi. “So, what’s the lineup gonna look like for the next few episodes?”

Yoongi takes a sip of his drink before answering. “We’re planning on bringing in more artists from other groups, a couple of comedians, and maybe some actors. We want to keep it diverse and not just stick to musicians. But I’d also like to get the rest of our members on the show too at some point.”

“That’s smart,” Namjoon agrees, taking a bite of his noodles. “It’ll keep the conversations dynamic and appeal to a broader audience.”

“You know,” you chime in, “I think one of the strengths of ‘Suchwita’ is going to be its versatility. Yoongi, your ability to connect with people from different backgrounds will be a huge asset.”

Yoongi smiles appreciatively. “Thanks. I just hope I can keep up the energy and bring out the best in each guest.”

“You will,” Namjoon says confidently. “Just be yourself. That’s what people are tuning in for—the real Yoongi, having real conversations. Fans like seeing how well you can hold your whiskey too. It’s all part of the charm.”

Yoongi chuckles at the sheer truth of it all. “It’s nice to be able to do something like this, to be honest. Not just for the fans, but also for our colleagues who we can spotlight and bring further appreciation to.”

“I know what you mean, man.” Namjoon swallows another mouthful of noodles and then directs his attention to you. “I don’t imagine you’ll be a guest on the show will you?”

“Definitely not,” you reply, shaking your head. “I’ll be in the background, like a puppet master.”

“Ah, gotta make sure hyung says the right stuff huh? Trust me, I’d be the first to understand that,” Namjoon chuckles before continuing.“I feel like you’d be a natural on the show though. I, for one, would make sure to watch.” There’s a suggestive undertone in his words but you’re quick to waive it off. It’s probably just your imagination anyway.

“I wouldn’t mind having an excuse to enjoy some old-fashioned whiskey at work,” you reply. “It’s been a long-time favorite of mine.”

“Oh, you like it too?” Namjoon’s eyes widen unexpectedly. “No wonder you and Yoongi work well together.”

Intrigued, Yoongi looks at you, and it’s now that you realize he’s chosen to take the seat next to you instead of Namjoon. If you leaned any further towards him, you’re certain you’d catch the scent of smoked wood and citrus. “I always keep a bottle in my producing room these days,” he admits, and like Namjoon there’s a slight implication behind his words.

Before entertaining any further thoughts about it, however, you playfully snort in reply. “Is that what you’re doing up there at 10 pm? Having your whiskey? Here I’ve been thinking you were busy mixing your tracks.”

Yoongi shrugs, meeting your teasing tone. “I can do both. I’m good at multitasking.”

A giggle escapes your lips as you land a gentle, but firm swat on his arm. The unsuspecting action would have taken you all aback if you weren’t already amused by the conversation. “Yoongi-ssi,” you feign a scold, “no one’s actually good at multitasking.”

“So what are you saying? I’m half-assing it?” He’s grinning ear to ear now, his gummy smile undeniably cute. For a split second, it causes a blooming sensation in the pit of your stomach. But no, stop—you fold your arms, determined to maintain composure.

“I’m just saying that I’ll believe it when I see it.”

As if in a challenge, Yoongi narrows his eyes at you while Namjoon continues watching the scene unfold from across the table, eyes darting between the two of you. “You’ll have to come up to my producing room sometime,” Yoongi says. “It’s the only way I can prove it to you.”

“Mhm, right.” You share a knowing look with Yoongi, his dark eyes dancing with what can only be described as mischief. Being that his music equipment is on the 17th floor, which is reserved for Hybe artists only, you haven’t even considered venturing to the upper halls.

“You really should see his producing room __-nim,” Namjoon chimes after being a spectator for longer than he’d like. “He’s got an insane setup up there.”

“We’ll see,” you reply simply, “Maybe.”

From the remainder of your meal, the conversation shifts to lighter topics as Yoongi recounts a funny story about trying to write lyrics late at night and accidentally sending them to his accountant instead of Taehuyng. Namjoon bursts out laughing, nearly spilling his water, while you shake your head in amused disbelief.

“Did they give you any financial advice on your lyrics?” you prob.

“Surprisingly, no.” Yoongi replies with a chuckle. “But I got a very confusing email the next morning.”

“We should do this more often,” Namjoon interjects once he finishes his noodles, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “It’s good to catch up, and it’s great getting to know you too, __-nim. I’m glad you could join us.”

“Well, thanks for inviting me,” you say with a smile of gratitude. “It’s been nice.”

After lunch concludes, you part ways with Yoongi and Namjoon. They head off to a meeting with the rest of the members, while you return to your office to tackle a pile of reports. If you hadn’t been so focused on making your way back, you might have noticed Yoongi sneaking a final glance at you over his shoulder.

Later that evening, after a long day of preparations and discussions with your team, you finally head home. The events of the day still linger in your mind, but a sense of accomplishment accompanies your fatigue as the first episode of 'Suchwita' is already being edited for release.

How is it that tomorrow is already the first day of December? Time flies.

As you unlock the door to your apartment and step inside, your phone buzzes with a notification. It’s a message from your parents, asking for the second time if you’ll be coming home for the holidays. You recall your mother’s earlier message mentioning someone she wanted to introduce you to—a potential husband. You had seen through her request instantly but had delayed your reply.

A pang of guilt now tugs at your heart as you finally type out your response, carefully explaining that you have a new project to film and won’t have many days off. You promise to try and visit around New Year’s instead, hoping you’ll be better mentally prepared then.

Setting your phone down, you realize you haven’t heard from Taehyung today. Usually, he checks in or shares a quick update about his schedule. You wonder if everything is alright with him but decide not to overthink it, making a mental note to reach out to him tomorrow.

After changing into more comfortable clothes, you settle down on the couch with a cup of tea. The quietness of your apartment is a stark contrast to the lively energy of the production set.

As you sip your tea, you start to relax, but then your phone buzzes again. This time, it’s a message from Taehyung. You quickly open it, relieved to see his name.

Tae 💚: Hey, sorry I didn’t check earlier. It’s been a crazy day. How did the first taping go with Yoongi and Namjoon?

Smiling, you type out a reply.

You: It went really well. We should have everything edited and ready for upload by Monday. How about you? Everything okay?

Tae 💚: Good to hear! Yeah, everything’s okay on my end. Just a full day with shoots and meetings with Bang PD. I’m sorry we didn’t get to have our usual lunch together 🙁

You: Me too. Maybe tomorrow?

Tae 💚: I should be able to. Let me know when you decide to head down. By the way…look [attached an image]

The second you see the image of farm-fresh strawberries in a vibrant green container, you nearly leap from your seat. You and Taehyung love fruit, especially the ones from the local farmers market where they have the best variety. You like to go every other weekend, at the same time, if you could. The only unfortunate part is that to keep down rumors, Taehyung and you often shopped separately as if strangers, then reconvened in a private location to show each other your purchases. Often, he’d come to your place for a meal afterward.

It wasn’t an ideal system since you’d like to be out with Taehyung more freely, but despite the crowds, the public was always quick to recognize him. This coming Saturday is the next time you both planned to go, but the image looks like he’s already been there.

You: What?! 😭 You went to the farmers market without me??

Tae 💚: Oh, no! I wouldn't dream of it! This is the last container I have at my house, so we need to go soon. Saturday can’t come soon enough!

You: Okay good, because I like going together haha. I need more mangos and oranges! I ate my last orange today and got sad about it.

Tae 💚: 🤣 You sound like Yoongi-hyung. He loves oranges too. The two of you have more similarities in food and drinks than I thought. Has he offered you a drink of his whiskey yet?

The question surprises you. Had Yoongi told him what happened between the two of you at lunch?

You: How did you know that?

Tae 💚: Wait, really? I was just asking because he likes to offer it to me whenever I visit him in his studio. He really asked you to have a drink with him? __?

You: Yes. After we filmed, we all decided to grab lunch. Long story short, Yoongi said he had whiskey in his producing room and said I should come up sometime. I haven’t even been to the 17th floor yet.

Tae 💚: You should take him up on the offer! Go see what he’s got going on up there __. His studio is pretty immaculate.

You: Hmm, I don't know. It was a pretty informal invite, to be honest, and I’m not technically allowed up there.

Tae 💚: Don’t think so much about it. It’s clear that you and Yoongi are work partners now, so no one will think twice about you being on the floor. Also, you can always come up and visit me. I’m down the hall from Yoongi’s room.

You: We’ll see.

Tae 💚: What? You don’t want to come up and see me? I always visit you. 😭

You: Fine, fine. I’ll come up to see you one of these days, but only you. I have no business knocking on Yoongi’s door while he’s busy with his album tracks.

Tired, you shut off your phone. Your thoughts drift back to the moments shared with Yoongi and Namjoon during lunch. It was nice getting to know Namjoon for the first time, as you’ve been curious about him since he’s been the leader of BTS for the past nine years. There’s a similarity you both share; leadership experience.

You feel like you got closer to Yoongi as well, with the way you both easily responded to each other’s quips. But where did that playful swat come from? That’s the kind of behavior you reserve for friends only. Was Yoongi starting to become more than a colleague?

The idea sends an unexpected rush through your veins.

With the first of December being tomorrow, it’s coming up on three weeks of working side by side with Yoongi. You meant it when you said working with him has been enjoyable, as you’ve found that his meticulous nature complements your own. His dry humor is one you’ve particularly come to appreciate too.

Yes, finding common ground on some decisions can be tricky. There have been moments where you’ve both stood firm on your perspectives, each believing in the merit of your ideas. However, even amid disagreement, there is always mutual respect extended toward each other. Yoongi listens intently, considering your points before responding, and you do the same for him.

Given the nature of it all, you have a feeling you’ll become better acquainted not only with Yoongi but also with the rest of his members. After all, you’re already best friends with Taehyung, who’s quite the networker. He’s been your anchor in this new environment since day one, to be honest, always ready with a smile or a word of encouragement.

Taking another sip of your tea, you lean your head back against the couch, staring up at the blank ceiling, lost in thought.

You should truly learn to savor the quiet moments because, for the remainder of the week, you don’t get a second to spare. Lunch with Taehyung was abruptly cut short by an unforeseen team emergency, and Yoongi’s packed schedule left little room for more than fleeting glimpses. By the time Saturday morning rolls around, you consider yourself fortunate to have the weekend mostly free of work demands.

The crisp chill of early December invigorates you as you wake up refreshed, eager for the farmers market trip you’ve been looking forward to all week. After a quick breakfast, you bundle up in a cozy scarf and jacket and head to the familiar meeting spot where you and Taehyung always begin your market visits.

When you arrive, Taehyung is already there, a familiar baseball cap perched on his head to help keep a low profile. He looks up and waves when he sees you, a bright smile lighting up his face.

"Hey! You made it," Taehyung says as you approach.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss this," you reply, grinning back. "I need my mango and orange fix."

"Well, you're in luck. They have some really good ones today," he says, carefully pointing towards the nearby stalls that overflow with colorful fruits. The market appears to be alive with vibrant colors and enticing scents, and as the crowds grow, vendors enthusiastically call out their specials, adding to the lively atmosphere.

“See you on the other side?” you ask.

He nods, and you both venture into the market, maintaining an appropriate distance but always within sight. You exchange occasional glances and smiles while picking out the ripest mangos, juiciest oranges, and a few baskets of the strawberries he teased you about earlier in the week.

As you weave through the stalls, you soon get lost in the joy of discovering fresh, local products, comforted by the knowledge that Taehyung's just a few stalls away.

After about an hour, you reconvene at a quiet corner of the market, both carrying bags filled with fruits and other goodies.

"Successful haul?" Taehyung asks, eyeing your bags.

"Definitely," you reply, holding up a mango triumphantly. "How about you?"

"Got everything I wanted," he says, showing off his own bags filled with strawberries, grapes, and a few other items. "These will be perfect for a smoothie, or a fruit salad."

"How about we head back to my place and one of those? If you have time."

“Yes, I definitely have time,” he agrees, a genuine excitement in his voice.

Just as you start walking towards your apartment, a sudden movement catches your eye—a rogue orange rolling towards your feet.

Puzzled, you pick it up and look around, thinking it must have come from a nearby vendor or another shopper.

"Looks like you've found your orange," Taehyung remarks with a chuckle.

Just then, you spot a familiar figure sprinting towards you, with another following closely behind.

"Namjoon, seriously? I asked you to hold the bag for not even five seconds!" Yoongi calls out, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You're going to start a fruit-rolling revolution."

“Hey, it got away from me, man!” Namjoon defends his clumsiness, laughing. “Sorry about that," he adds sheepishly, not yet realizing who he's approaching.

“__-nim!” He abruptly stops in his tracks when he recognizes you and Taehyung in front of him. You offer the orange to him instinctively, feeling a bit startled.

“Thanks,” Namjoon says, taking the orange from your hand. He looks you straight in the eye, then at Taehyung before slowly breaking into a full smile. “I thought I saw the two of you back there, but Yoongi didn't believe me. When did you guys get here? Yoongi and I arrived about twenty minutes ago."

"About an hour ago," Taehyung replies casually.

"Man, you should have let us know. We could have come as a group!”

The remark catches you off guard, as this is the first time the four of you have been in such close proximity, let alone on a group outing.

Taehyung shrugs nonchalantly in response. “I had plans with __.”

Namjoon chuckles, glancing between all of you. “Well hey, I understand. I’m just saying, I’d be fun to hang out outside of work sometime.”

“But, this is our thing,” Taehyung counters, a bit possessively, in a platonic sense, of course.

Beside Namjoon, Yoongi stands with a single bag of oranges in his hand and nothing else. His eyes widen slightly at Taehyung's words, glancing at the bag of oranges nestled among the other fruits you're holding.

"You have a thing?" Yoongi asks, his tone a mix of genuine surprise and a hint of amusement.

"Yeah, we come here often," Taehyung answers, a small smile playing on his lips. "We're both fruit fanatics!"

"Right," Yoongi nods slowly, seeming to process this new information. "Well, it makes sense then. This is the best place to get the freshest fruit.”

“Is that a pineapple, Tae?” Namjoon’s eyes instantly light up when they spot the spiky fruit peeking out of one of Taehyung’s grocery bags.

A grin spreads across Taehyung’s face, like oil on water. “Yeah, it is. I found it at a little hidden stall. It’s easier to show you than to explain. I can take you over if you’d like.”

“Lead the way,” Namjoon agrees eagerly, then glances over at you and Yoongi. “You guys coming too?” You both exchange a quick look before shaking your head.

"We'll stay here," you say. "The crowd's a bit much."

"Alright, we’ll be back in a few minutes,” Taehyung nods. He and Namjoon begin weaving their way back into the bustling market, leaving you and Yoongi in the quiet corner.

Yoongi leans against a nearby wall and lets out a contented sigh. “This is nice. It’s been a hell of a week.”

You nod, taking a moment to appreciate the calmness as well. “It has. But look,” you gesture casually to each other’s bags, “at least we scored some amazing fruit from it.”

Yoongi chuckles softly. “So we did. I’m tempted to have one of my oranges now, but I think I'll save them for later. How’s the rest of the weekend looking for you by the way?”

Just some editing work for 'Suchwita' and maybe a bit of relaxation. What about you?"

“I might grab a few drinks with Namjoon, but I plan on spending most of my time in the studio. I’ve been fine-tuning my album tracks and recently discovered a new artist who’s been a huge source of inspiration.”

“Really?” You’re beyond intrigued, always open to hearing about new music. “Who are they?”

Yoongi gives you a knowing look. “I think you’re already pretty familiar with them.” A sparkle beams in his eyes as he waits for you to connect the dots. It takes you a few seconds before your entire face lights up with a big smile.

“No way,” you exclaim, “The Last Shadow Puppets?!”

He nods, returning your smile. Yoongi’s admission about The Last Shadow Puppets sends a warm thrill through you.

“I’m glad you gave them a listen,” you say with a pleased grin. “I consider Alex Turner to be one of the best, if not the best, lyricists of all time.”

“Well, I might just have to agree with you there. The depth of his lyrics are pretty damn genius. After you mentioned the band the other day, I got curious and decided to dive into their discography. I’ve listened to everything they’ve put out now, all in one sitting.” He pauses, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

It’s as if he’s proud to share this with you.

“I didn’t realize you had such an impressive ear for music, __-ssi,” he adds, teasing lightly.

“Excuse you? I’ve been known to have impeccable taste, for your information,” you fire back, feigning offense. "I might even have better taste than you."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow skeptically. “Is that so?”

You nod confidently. "Absolutely. I've got a knack for finding hidden gems."

“Alright then, impress me. Recommend me something else. What's the next masterpiece on your list?”

You lean in closer, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Oh, I could do that," you begin, "but then you'd owe me cigarettes for a week."

Yoongi's eyes widen slightly, a similar competitiveness reflecting in his gaze. "Bold words. Are you sure you can back them up?"

“There’s no doubt I can, Yoongi-ssi. Have you ever listened to 'Candy' by Paolo Nutini? If you haven't, you're seriously missing out."

"Candy? I don't think I know that one."

"You're in for a treat then,” you reply. "'Candy' is one of those songs that hook you from the first listen. Give it a try, and if you don't fall in love with it, I'll cook you kimchi jigae for lunch on Monday. But if you do love it, you're buying me cigarettes for a week."

Yoongi chuckles, unable to resist the challenge. "Alright, deal. I can't say no, especially with Taehyung showing off the food you make for him nearly every chance he gets. You’re quite the cook, it seems.”

With a satisfied grin, you pull out your phone. "I'll send you the link to the song so it'll be easier for you to find when you get a chance to listen."

Yoongi nods, already unlocking his phone. “Challenge accepted. But if I end up not loving it, I'm holding you to that bowl of kimchi jigae.”

“Sure thing,” you reply, unfazed. “But I’m already looking forward to those cigarettes, Yoongi-ssi. Make sure you get the good ones, okay?”

Yoongi chuckles in reply, shaking his head in amusement.

“I promise. Only the best ones for you, __-ssi.”

Monday arrives sooner than expected with the highly anticipated release of the first episode of 'Suchwita'. You're certain that the new production will be well received by the audience, but you know better than to prematurely declare its success. Even after approving the final edits over the weekend, you remind yourself to remain mindful of unexpected challenges lurking around the corner—roadblocks and last-minute changes that continually test your team's resolve.

Throughout the day, as the clock ticks towards evening, you monitor the episode's reception with bated breath. The first reviews trickle in within minutes, and initial viewer reactions are positive, gradually easing some of your tension.

By just past 7 pm, 'Suchwita' earns over three million views, its popularity evident as it spreads rapidly across the globe.

Amidst this whirlwind of emotions and the constant rush of notifications, a familiar buzz from your phone interrupts your thoughts.

Yoongi: Looks like I owe you some cigarettes

You smile, immediately recalling the recent wager the two of you made about Paolo Nutini's "Candy”. Truth be told, Yoongi’s reaction to the song has kept you on edge for days.

You: So, do you believe I have a good ear for music now? 🙃 I’m pleased you enjoyed the song, by the way.

Yoongi: It appears I do. The cigarettes are in my production room. Come by if you're up for it.

You blink at the screen, taken aback. Yoongi's producing room was his sanctuary, a place so personal and significant that the thought of being in that space felt almost invasive. You recall his casual remark last Wednesday about coming up to take a look, though it was unclear if it was just banter or a genuine invitation.

You: You sure it's okay for me to come up there? I don't want to disturb your creative zone.

Sending the message, you wait, half-expecting him to retract the invitation or reassure you in some way. Instead, his reply comes almost instantly.

Yoongi: It's quiet here, and I wouldn’t mind some good company.

Your mind wrestles with curiosity and caution as you reread the text. After a moment's deliberation, you type your response.

You: Okay, I can come up for a few minutes

Once in front of the 17th floor where Yoongi’s production room is located, you pull out your phone to send him a text, notifying him of your arrival and the need to be let in. Just as you're about to send the message, however, the door suddenly swings open.

Standing before you is a man with soft eyes, gently pushing the door open. It's Park Jimin, looking visibly surprised to find you standing just inches away from the entrance. Behind him, Jungkook nearly bumps into him from the abrupt halt.

"Hey there," Jimin says, his surprise quickly transforming into a welcoming smile. "You must be __-nim, Yoongi's marketing manager, right?"

You nod, slightly unprepared for how quickly they've identified you. "Yes, that's me. Nice to meet you, Jimin, Jungkook," you reply warmly, extending your hand in greeting. Meeting them was inevitable, but you didn’t expect it to happen tonight.

Jungkook grins and nods in acknowledgment. "Nice to meet you too, __-nim. I’m guessing you’re here to see Yoongi-hyung?”

“For a little bit, yes.”

"Come on in then.” Jimin steps aside, gesturing for you to enter. “If Yoongi's expecting you, you're more than welcome. We'd take you straight to him if we weren't rushing off to a last-minute photoshoot. His room's just down the hall on the left. You can’t miss it."

“I completely understand,” you assure them gratefully. “Thank you both. It was nice meeting you.”

With a final smile, the pair exits the floor, leaving you to continue down the hallway.

It doesn't take long before you spot a slightly ajar door on the far left, casting a warm glow into the corridor—undeniably Yoongi’s production room. Without hesitation, you approach and knock gently on the dark oak, but there's no response. Trying again yields the same silence, leaving you uncertain if he can hear you. Deciding it may be better to push the door open, you do so with caution.

Inside Yoongi's production room, the atmosphere is cozy, filled with an array of musical instruments, a decent-sized couch, scattered music sheets, and a softly glowing computer screen displaying complex audio tracks. Taehyung and Namjoon were absolutely right when they said his space is immaculate because as you take in the details around you, you too conclude that it’s one of a kind.

Yoongi himself is at his desk, leaning over with an expression of intense focus. You're prepared to make a playful remark to capture his attention, but as Yoongi looks up, his bloodshot eyes stop you short. They are reddened and slightly glazed, with dark circles underneath—a stark contrast to the usual sharpness and clarity in his gaze. Even his posture seems weighed down by exhaustion, indicating just how hard he's been pushing himself, perhaps too hard.

“I see you found the place alright," he smiles weakly, though he does his best to keep his tone uplifted. "I’m glad you could come."

“Yoongi-ssi, are you okay?” You can’t stop yourself from asking, concern only tightening in your chest as you realize the extent of the strain he must be under.

Yoongi chuckles, rubbing his eyes as if to wipe away the fatigue etched into his face. “I might have overdone it this weekend,” he confesses, his voice heavy with weariness. “I’ve been working on this track nonstop, trying to get it just right. I just don’t think it’s good enough yet, and the minute I think I’ve finally made a break though, I’m back to square one.” Seeing him so drained and filled with self-doubt stirs something protective within you.

“Your work is incredible, Yoongi-ssi,” you say, your voice gentle but firm. “You pour so much of yourself into it, constantly striving for perfection, and that dedication is admirable. But sometimes, it’s important to take a step back, breathe, and allow yourself to be proud of your work. I believe in your talent as both an artist and a producer, and I'm confident that your music will be exactly what it needs to be.”

Yoongi looks at you for a moment, his tired eyes searching yours as if assessing your sincerity. Slowly, a small, appreciative smile forms on his lips. "Thanks," he murmurs, the weariness in his voice tempered by a hint of gratitude. "I think I needed to hear some of that tonight.”

Without another word, he leans back in his chair, letting out a deep sigh. His shoulders visibly relax, and for a brief moment, the weight of exhaustion seems to ease.

"Do you want to talk about what you've been working on?” you ask. “Sometimes bouncing ideas around helps."

Yoongi nods slowly, looking thoughtful. "Maybe that's exactly what I need right now," he admits, his tone more relaxed than before. He gestures to the leather couch near his desk, inviting you to sit.

As you settle into the comfortable leather couch, Yoongi begins to share his thoughts. He speaks about the challenges he's encountered with the track, detailing moments of doubt and frustration.

"I've been wrestling with this melody for weeks," he admits, leaning forward slightly. "It's like I can hear it in my head, but every time I try to put it down, it slips away."

He describes how he struggled to find the right melody, the perfect rhythm, and the lyrics that would convey exactly what he wanted to express.

"I want this track to resonate with people on a deeper level," he says earnestly, his eyes reflecting his determination. “But it's been tough trying to balance the beat with the lyrics."

As he delves deeper into his creative process, you notice a shift in his demeanor. His voice becomes more animated, his gestures more expressive as he shares anecdotes about late-night studio sessions, where ideas flowed freely, and moments of clarity when everything seemed to click into place.

"It's moments like those," he reflects with a smile, "that remind me why I love what I do."

Throughout the conversation, you offer supportive nods and occasional insights, encouraging Yoongi to explore different angles or suggesting ideas that might complement his vision. It becomes clear that bouncing ideas around, as you suggested earlier, is indeed helping him to clarify his thoughts and reignite his creative spark.

"You know," he muses after a thoughtful pause, "it's rare to find someone who gets it—understands the drive, the struggle. Most people just see the end result, not what it takes to get there."

You nod again, silently acknowledging the depth of what he shares. "I'm glad I can be here for you," you reply sincerely. "It means a lot that you trust me with this."

"Would you like a drink? Some whiskey, maybe?" Yoongi pops the question out of nowhere, catching you off guard, yet you don’t decline the offer.

"Sure, but only if you promise to get some rest after," you counter, half-joking, half-serious. He chuckles in response.

Rising from his seat, Yoongi walks to a small cabinet and pulls out a bottle of whiskey along with two glasses. As he pours the amber liquid, the room seems to exhale with him, the earlier tension melting away.

"Mind if I sit with you?" he asks, handing you a glass of whiskey and gesturing to the space beside you on the couch.

You nod in acceptance and take a sip of your drink, feeling the warmth of the whiskey spread through you.

"Thanks for coming up here," Yoongi says, his voice noticeably more relaxed than before. ”I didn't realize how much I needed a break until tonight.”

You nod, understanding the weight of creative pressures and the relentless pursuit of perfection. "It's important to recharge," you reply gently, raising your glass. "To moments like this—where we can step back and just be."

Yoongi clinks his glass against yours, a faint smile playing on his lips. "To moments like this," he echoes, taking a sip.

As the conversation flows, the evening unfolds into a rhythm of shared stories, musings about life, and occasional quiet moments where the only sound is the soft hum of the room.

“__-ssi,” he starts, swirling the whiskey in his glass, "I should really get you up here more often. This could be a thing. Whiskey breaks in my producing room."

You laugh, the sound light and genuine. "Count me in," you reply, raising your glass once more.

"And before I forget," Yoongi chuckles, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, "I owe you for introducing me to some new, kick-ass music."

"Why, thank you," you reply with a smile. "Much appreciated. You got the good kind too. You spoil me, Yoongi-ssi."

“You’re welcome. Can I be honest for a second though?”

“Sure.”

“Part of me was actually hoping I’d dislike ‘Candy’ because I had a feeling you make a mean kimchi jigae. But the song was too good; I had to pay it respect.”

“I told you you’d fall in love with it, Yoongi-ssi” you say, perhaps a bit cheekier than intended. “Let's start a new wager: I'll make my special homemade kimchi jigae for you.”

"Really?" His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas day.

"Yes, I will," you giggle, "as long as you keep taking my music recommendations."

"Deal," he says firmly, setting down his glass. He extends his hand for you to shake, and you both laugh at his sudden goofiness. “Thanks again for tonight, __-ssi, for everything.”

“Of course,” you reply. “I told you we’re teammates now, didn’t I?”

“After tonight, I think we could be friends too.”

As you both linger in the moment, the studio's door swings open, and a voice calls out, "Hey, Yoongi, are you still here?"

Yoongi glances towards the door and then back at you with a playful smirk. "Looks like I've got more company," he says, nodding towards the doorway.

I’ll let you get back to work," you say, gesturing towards his mixing board. "Can't wait to hear more of these tracks."

"Thanks," he says warmly, appreciating your encouragement. "And about that kimchi jigae…"

"You haven't forgotten?" you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“Never,” he replies with a grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

With a final wave, you leave Yoongi to his work, wondering if perhaps being friends wasn't so far-fetched after all. Only time would tell.

a/n: Hope you enjoyed it! Lmk what you think 🥰

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[forecast0ctopus]

Any advice on drawing McCoy? I’m not used to drawing ancient wrinkley bastards (affectionate) and it’s surprisingly tough v-v

FOR SURE lmao i made. a diagram. just a warning that i am going to be irritating and long winded because u just hit a topic i really like sorry lmao

so first off i did some traces just to show whats there vs redraws to show my interpretation

ive said this on other asks but again jsyk, tracing isnt bad!! its a tool. theres some stuff with intellectual property and whatnot but using tracing to study shapes and forms is a really valuable practice.

also just taking some time to learn facial structures and anatomy is super useful, reading what bones and muscles are where and how they interact with one another. taking this info and staring in the mirror and moving your face around and thinking about it. just really furthers understanding of how the face works. trying to sound normal about this but i love anatomy and motion and physics and whatever

anyways im going to go through all the numbered points so there's no confusion. 1. forehead lines - self explanatory. more prominent when brows are raised 2. crows feet - at the outer corners of the eyes, more prominent when smiling or squinting 3. nasolabial folds - the folds that go from the corners of the nose to the corners of the mouth. more prominent when the mouth is wide, like smiling 4. brow furrow - self explanatory, most prominent when brows are furrowed. mccoy tends to have two right next to his eyebrows, kirk has one in the middle. everyones face works different lmao 5. chin crease - caused by how the chin and lower lip interact. 6. nasojugal groove - start from the inner corners of the eye and can extent over the cheeks. everyone has these and idk why people dont like them i think theyre really cool!!!! but Society. i guess. :/ 7. eye bags - caused by the skin sagging beneath the eyes. mccoy isnt even that old in tos i think hes meant to be mid 40s by the end of the 5 year mission, hes just got really prominent eye bags lmao 8. idk what the name is for these, but when the mouth is wide and pushes the skin to the sides, these folds sometimes form outside of the nasolabial folds 9. philtrum - the groove above the upper lip. i dont usually draw this but mccoy's struck me as prominent enough that i usually draw it on him 10. masseter - the muscle that moves the jaw up and down. its a pretty rugged muscle and while i wouldnt say mccoy's is especially prominent, it kind of extends that nasojugal groove from certain angles/positions 11. orbicularis oris - mouth muscle, usually easier to see when lips are pursed or frowns are pulled. mccoy's is pretty prominent from 3/4ths or side, his mouth tends to protrude in profile 12. this isnt a muscle but more of a line defining the planes of the face, but since i drew it i felt i should explain lmao

a few points:

im an animator i tend to exaggerate and emphasize certain things so i usually make him more square.

i like to combine eyebags and crows feet for brevity/flow, same with nasojugal grooves, eyebags, and masseter lines. my approach is always subject to change based on pose, expression, reference image, etc.

i take out details that i deem redundant or cluttering and keep what details i need to make things feel Right

all this info is applicable to any character of any age, its just in how you apply it and facial proportions that willl change how old a character is perceived to be

there's a lot more with drawing a Character rather than an Actor, just because the features are there doesnt necessarily mean things will feel correct? its very much in the mannerisms and poses and expressions

i only went over my approach to his likeness but not really body type or posing or anything idk if u want that i could always try to answer that later haha

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anyways all that info kind of exists nebulously in my brain while i draw its not like im sitting there thinking Must Draw. Nasolabial Fold...... i jsut do what feels right with the visual info i have. also i love specificity in faces.... i dont like to be a hater but when every character is drawn the same it pisses me off a little lmao. so

also dont take my word as The Only Way to do anything i just draw how i like to draw and no one should feel like these are things that Must be done to be a good artist or anything do whatever the hell u wanna do

[zippidi-dooda]

"Alucard?" You said softly, looking up from your charcoal detail paper.

The man hummed, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You glance back down at the drawing you'd finished of him.

It looked great, he was a marvelous subject for a portrait. He was perfectly still and silent in any pose you positioned him, unmoving until you said you had finished. You loved to gaze at him with each drawing, tracing the outline of his well defined features, like the curve of his jaw or sharp shape of his nose, the soft curls of his golden hair that fell in waves around his shoulders, the length of his lashes that cast shadows over his amber eyes, the prominent arch of his brows, and swell of his plump lips onto the thick sheet of paper you carried around with a pen of charcoal, shading his features to match the lighting in a way you knew best.

Each pose, angle, and lighting was different. But there was one thing every drawing of him had in common.

"Why don't I ever see you smile?"

The man stiffened and proceeded to ignore your inquiry. "Are you almost done? I believe it's nearly time for our evening meal."

You looked back up at him and nodded slowly.

"I couldn't be more grateful that you allow me to draw you, Alucard. But, I am noticing a pattern in your ... habits. The way you present yourself."

Alucard stood and proceeded to walk in the direction of the kitchen, hoping to escape your conversation.

You followed after him.

"You are less grumpy looking than when we first met. But I have never seen you laugh or smile or give any other expression than this numb, blank look."

"My apologies, I am just not an expressive person like you're used to. There's no need to follow me, I'll finish up quickly and call for you when the food is done."

For a moment you didn't reply, simply staring at him from behind as he took long strides in front of you.

Like the castle walls surrounding you, he was so cold and sheltered, with walls thick enough to withstand many heavy attacks from the outside. So distant. Hiding in his own mind as he was hiding in this crumbling structure so deep into the woods.

You hoped one day you could even hear a snippet of what he was thinking of, get accepted into his inner fortress like you had been able to be accepted to stay within this fortified home of his.

You just, didn't know how.

Hesitantly, you reached out to him, pausing your actions for a moment before finally grabbing onto the sleeve of his coat, prompting him to stop and look over at you.

You gave him a warm smile and said, "if you ever have anything you need to get off your chest, I'll always be here to listen."

Alucard blinked slowly at you and after a minute you continued to walk in front of him, babbling about what he should make for this evening.

It went in one ear and out the other.

Alucard, now following behind you, furrowed his brow and pursed his lips further as he ran your words back in his mind over and over again.

Such compassionate words. From a seemingly harmless person. He truly wanted to believe you and tell you all that has been persistently wearing him down. But he just couldn't.

He had met one too many who gave him the same impression of harmlessness. And they had no remorse in trying to take advantage of his trust and vulnerability. That cut deeper than any sword or claw ever had and he couldn't handle the thought of experiencing that again with you.

He may have been a fool to let you in to live with him in the first place. But he would not make the mistake of blindly trusting you because he was lonely. He would not allow it.

'You'll always be here?'

Unlikely.

Alucard shook his head to clear his thoughts, and jumped into the conversation of dinner plans instead.

Maybe one day, he'd be able to meet someone he could actually trust. Maybe that person was you. He really hoped so. But as of now, it was too soon to tell.

He'd skirt any further questions you had in correspondence to this until much further in the future, when all doubts about your intentions were washed away from his mind.

An issue that would be much harder to fix than simply wishing it to go away.

[spotsupstuff]

hey spot, do you have any tips for drawing iterator faces- more specifically "snouted" faces (like five pebbles)?

this gotta be some kinda ploy to make me draw Pebs again augh...

not sure if i really have many tips from my actual process, i guess? i'm tryin to speed thru the process of drawin as much as i can so more nuanced things get lost in favor of a shorthand, but i suppose i can try muster some stuff up. one isn't a master of their craft if they can't explain it to a child, as they say

main idea i try to chase with Pebs (since for now he's the only Gen 3 design i have with the snout stuff) is the silhouette of the head, the boundaries? the same shape can be recycled for a different angle, though the body then has to be adjusted cuz it can look funky then

this is the quick process, at least. generally i'd slow down, polish some things, a drawing with a goal in mind usually takes a while longer because of the attempts at the best shapes n things that would communicate what i have in head, but it's also better defined because there is an actual specific idea in the head. "draw expression for sake of showing a head" vs "draw this character a little appalled with apprehensive hand against the chest and as if he can't stand something that's happening in front of him"

here's the latter idea Pebs with more time spent on him- slower brush strokes, eraser and Especially the select tool which was used specifically to move the eye n marks lower + make his head smaller. the select tool isn't cheating (since i know some throw a fuss about that), use it when something isn't entirely clickin freely

as always, when an artist's shorthand isn't working out for ya/you can't tune into the same process of slappin a vision on canvas, breaking a thing down to its basic shapes and working with those should do the trick

oh! another trick i used a few times. from the middle of the + on the base circle that helps direct the face, extend a line that would serve for some snout navigation in 3D

[starflungwaddledee]

clearing my inbox of a variety of asks with text replies, or ones that will get art answers later but that i still figured i could get back to now with simpler responses in the interim.

lots of anons, but i'll ping anyone who i can!

topics include: general nice words + people's theories (thank you!!), dededesign, daroach (sorry), sentient ancient artifacts, magolor (sorry...), whispy woods (SORRY...). there's also a decent scattering of awtdy and clockwork heart tidbits but they're all over the place, and a small collection of increasingly desperate asks hoping bandee will be released from morpho dee 😂

oohh this one is actually super old, sorry that i never got back to it! i get a little overwhelmed by the Nice Words ones sometimes and i'm not sure what to say besides 'thank you!!' because it means a lot to me and 'thank you!' just sometimes feels like it doesn't cut it...?

anyway, i'm very grateful!! i'm thrilled if i could inspire you to try out any constructed-language work of your own!! i'd love to see more of that going on in the kirbyverse so if you ever give it a crack feel free to lmk!

i'm glad you like the full penguin dededesign; quite a few folks seemed to enjoy that actually and i was pleasantly surprised! i haven't drawn that much of most characters besides bandee, to be fair, but the next comic will be about dedede and should answer some of the other questions i've been getting about him too!

i should say that it's likely the totally full penguin design won't make it for the comic, because it's hard to draw the sheer length of their bills from many angles or having the expressiveness i need for dedede, and i really only did that one for funsies. but i'll hopefully find a nice compromise!

aaaa the joy of being mentally unwell about The Characters and The Story. thank you, glad i can be of service! 👍

this is quite perceptive of you to notice and it's definitely something that occurs in the timeline. due to galacta knight's influence (and kirby's altered reputation) visitors and threats- both international and intergalactic- start to think twice before risking an approach.

alas, because daroach appears in the timeline before galacta knight's switch-in occurs, he would already be in contact and friendship with kirby. that unfortunately means he'd meet the same fate as the rest of kirby's existing allies.

@i-only-created-this-to-read a little similar to the above ask, yes, the intergalactic picture of popstar is definitely changed by the presence of a violent, otherworldly warrior and a ruthless hero. i also answered your questions about necrodeus previously and am not sure what else to say about him.

i have confirmed before that dedede is not dead, and more about his scenario and overall role in the plot will be revealed in comics. but i will say that he's a smart guy, despite his silliness, and a loving king. he absolutely came to the same conclusion about the frequency of his own possessions as well, through no small amount of heartbreak.

i definitely headcanon the Lor as sentient; in the light novels, bandee also speaks to her fairly directly. i actually headcanon all the Ancient artifacts as having an amount of sentience (this seem in line with what we've seen in canon, so i don't think it's a reach) and the lor herself seems especially benevolent to me.

our headcanons for the novas are different to yours, though that plays more of a role in the clockwork heart au. i quite enjoy your theories about how the ending might go and you've definitely picked up some details!! i won't confirm or deny anything, but i will say the lor is present in the AU, and that magolor has enough knowledge of artifacts to know that a wish on a wishing star could be a viable solution.

it took a while for folks to start asking me about magolor actually, which i found kind of amusing because he's the deuteragonist (second protagonist, after bandee) of the au!

i do definitely think that canonically magolor lives on the lor starcutter; though he does say he wants to buy a holiday home on popstar! however in awtdy, unlike the dream land four three, magolor's entire timeline is trashed from the get-go by galacta knight's arrival

some of these answers will take me longer to get to as i'll provide them in comics (it should be a fun reveal at least), but i will say: he hates popstar. he hates it there. he'd give just about anything to be anywhere else.

until he meets bandee, of course.

the rest of popstar fare a little better or a little worse at various points in the au, kind of like in the mainline canon timeline. for the most part, galacta knight isn't that interested in most of popstar. he enjoys living there, it's peaceful and undeniably pleasant, and frankly he'd like to continue doing so!

he can be convinced (by kirby, and the maintenance of the lie) to perform care to some of its citizens when necessary- such as rebuilding after a crisis. but in general he minds his business in dream land, and occasionally off-world or interdimensionally with kirby and bandee on missions.

whispy, who also keeps to his own in the woods and is just a cantankerous old tree, is probably fine. at least up until star allies, when he, you know. gets possessed.

@pumpkinnkidd oh absolutely.

@torrentialchaos2 that would be a different story to chrysalis au, i think! one i could write, but haven't. chrysalis au is specifically about bandee, you can't really extract him from it? 😭 but if morpho possessed magolor it would depend on a lot of things: like what is everyone's relationship to him when it happens? i think even when he comes back from his redemption arc, magolor and the gang are friends, but it's not the same as bandee, who is a core member of their unit.

we've already seen what happens when magolor gets possessed and kirby has to Beat His Ass to get him back to normal. and we've seen that when morpho possesses others who are capable fighters, kirby doesn't hold back. so maybe that? magolor is a magical little guy; he's got a better chance of getting spat back out unscathed.

i could however probably write a version of this for magicapple if i wanted, which would be much more emotionally pulverising lmao

@trainerbob23 thank you!! this one took me a bit to respond to sorry, but i'm grateful for the warm welcome! the AUs are definitely my primary investment and i'm glad that folks are enjoying seeing them develop! some of them are connected to each other (awtdy + it's various endings/alts) but others are separate.

i also do have some backstory/lore for starstruck dee, which i'll hopefully get to soon as well. i would say that she is... very much related to stars and the cosmos, yes.

@eliastheownerof0axolotls this one was part of a longer ask (that i've answered part of, and still have another part of in my queue... sorry;; ) but i think this part- especially in terms of kirby- has probably been mostly answered by now! both kirby and dedede have significant roles!

i view dedede as having a mentor-like dynamic with bandee as well as with kirby, and they all care about each other very much! but (especially because they are all adults in my hc) he also absolutely trusts them to handle themselves.

referring to this post and the (cw angst) art at the end. i will hopefully answer some other asks about the clockwork heart au which will satisfy more of its overall premise and timeline and all, but in regards to the peculiar image...

why that picture is completely normal!! bandee is super fine and normal in it and everything is great and good and fine and fine and fine and fine!!! hhahaha!!!

(something very bad is happening, lmao. entirely doomed by the narrative.)

speaking of bandee being doomed by the narrative:

some tags here as well, but i just love the frequency of these...

bandee gets possessed one time and everybody loses it... quick!! when will he get unpossessed!!! save that little guy!!! he's sad so we're sad!! (relatable. everyone is so valid.)

the tags on the main posts about morpho dee are just full of people screaming and crying and being like "NOOO I HATE THIS SM I'M IN PAIN /pos" and it's so good hahahaha

sorry to the folks who hate to see him going through the blender, he's being spun in the microwave at like 90mph on my blog. but don't worry, chrysalis au does have a predictably good ending; though obviously bandee has some capital S Stuff to unpack afterwards!!

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aaand i think that's all for now! hopefully if you've been hanging out for an ask for a while you're answer is here, and if not (and possibly even if it is), it's most likely taking me so long because i want to do an answer with art.

i'll try not to let these build up again like this, thank you for your patience!

[ask-team-misfit]

"Are you feeling better?" Sirius asked, "Considering you're not currently lying on the floor I will assume that is the case... I do hope the nausea lessens with time." He sighed, now that Lief was somewhat sober the Meowstic seemed anxious to be talking to him, almost as if he was worried he would get upset again. He definitely couldn't cope with another round of insults from Lief, even so, he continued. 

"Perhaps now I could properly apologise for my earlier actions, I was unaware of how much distress you were in at that moment and it was wrong of me to become upset at you for stating your personal feelings and dislike towards me. You should be allowed to not speak to me and avoid me at your own discretion without me interfering and tricking you." His voice slowly became sad and quiet as he spoke, "You don't have to like me. I'm sorry for subjecting you to my unwanted presence earlier... Though your words still bother me, I should not expect you to be aware of why... nor to care. But, I do hope you can forgive me, If not. That is all I wish to say to you."

In his focus on making sure the scarf was in one piece, aside him forgetting even speaking to Sirius before, the sound of the Psychic-type's voice surprised him. It was a repeat of his earlier, initial reaction when he spotted him as a humanoid; he didn't peg the guy as a social sort at all.

In fact, it made him jerk up so suddenly, that he toppled into the pool he had just dumped an ungodly amount of soap into.

He'd rush back out in a panic, spitting and coughing and gagging, his fur sopping wet and revealing how skinny he truly was. Just prior he was still somewhat sleepy; but now he appeared much more awake.

Lief: "CREATOR OF GODS I THINK THAT GOT IN MY-"

His movements slow, and he quieted down, upon making eye contact with Sirius.

And he proceeded to stand back up on his hind legs and try to make like he wasn't startled.

Even as pathetic wet lumps of what was formerly his stored pollen puffs fell splat on the floor in a gross pile, making his tail look even more like a sad, shaggy mop. Even as his wings jitter and shake off the excess water.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief, a hybrid of Sylveon and Ribombee, with a mono-color background. He is shown from the neck up, with his face slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. He appears rather dismissive, glancing away towards the right with even narrower eyes. His face is flushed in red, literally so as the blush is shown in color. End ID ]

Lief: "Ahem. Uhh. First of all, you didn't see that."

He was trying very hard to be casual. Deep down, he felt so, so embarrassed. All that really came to mind was his first encounter with the Seer.

But something else bugged him about this encounter, that made it feel different than before. Something that tickled his brain on the fringes of his consciousness, related to the prior series of events he still struggled to recall.

Wo-Chien had said he argued with a Meowstic. Surely he didn't mean this Meowstic...

Lief: "Also, you really gotta work on that. Did you always sneak up on people like this? If I hadn't known better, I'd assume you were actually a Dark-type. Or even a Ghost-type... if I met one."

A pause. It seemed he only now realized all of what Sirius just said to him. He blinked with confusion.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief similar to the previous image, but with a different expression. He looks puzzled, or curious. His left eyebrow is noticeably raised, while his right eyelid is lowered somewhat. He is frowning visibly. An angular question mark is floating next to his head at the left. End ID ]

Lief: "And... wait, you're what now? Apologizing?"

[idyllic-affections]

hey I really liked your angle kisses with kaveh. can I request an angsty fic with kaveh where the reader has difficulty accepting affection cause they've never had it before and think it's mocking and condescending instead?

may my guard never drop, for should my heart be allowed to breathe, i fear i may cause you harm.

summary. vulnerability is difficult. trigger & content warnings. none applicable. tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. soft angst. kaveh x reader. 0.6k words. they/them pronouns for reader. author's thoughts. FIRST ANON LETS GO!!!! hi lovely, im so glad you liked angel kisses. i hope you'll like this one too <3 it is short, but it actually ended up being a little longer than i anticipated. on a different note, idk why but i title some of my works as if i was a brooding poet LMAO

       Kaveh was an affectionate man.

       Anyone who knew him could say such a thing with confidence; he was passionate about everything he did, and naturally, that included expressing his affection towards his loved ones. In fact, it seemed that he became even more impassioned when it came to that. Unlike most Akademiya graduates, Kaveh was driven largely by emotion rather than logic, and his emotions were very plentiful. That fact was no secret.

       As such, it would come as no surprise that the architect was fluent in virtually every love language.

       Was someone he cared for dreading doing a particular tedious chore? Oh, no worries—he'd already taken care of it before they could get too stressed over it; stress isn't good for the body nor the mind, after all. Did they want to go somewhere in particular? He would be glad to accompany them, especially if they felt unsafe going alone. Was a friend of his from the Akademiya feeling insecure about a rejected thesis? He'd sing their praises for hours on end, taking the opportunity to both support his friend and outwardly oppose the Sages and their close-minded interpretation of wisdom.

       Kaveh was a lover with a heart too big for his chest to contain, and to some, a fool.

       However, a fool wouldn't see the things he did. Yes, perhaps once in a while, he'd be blindsighted by his boundless ardor, but he was not blind to discomfort—he was not blind when it came to harming others. It was something he tried to avoid as much as he possibly could. He was not blind to the way [Name] would avoid his touches oh-so diligently, how the contact seemed to agitate them. He noticed. He saw. He was no fool. Still...

       He hated not being able to understand why. For a self-proclaimed empath, he was having a terribly difficult time figuring it out.

       "Do you not like when I touch you?"

       Archons above, he looked like a kicked puppy, scarlet eyes wide and expression borderline pouty. Expressive and passionate he certainly was. They grimaced, turning back to the fruit stall in front of them and picking out the sunsettias they deemed to be of the best quality. Firm fruit was generally of higher quality than soft fruit.

       "It's... not that, Kaveh."

       He wordlessly waited for them to continue, reaching out to squeeze their hand in what would have been a reassuring manner, only for them to draw their arm away from him.

       A pained look flashed briefly across his features.

       "...I just find it condescending. It's not you."

       "Why? Who made you feel that way?"

       "I don't know, okay?" A deep sigh left through their nose. "I know you don't mean it like that, but old habits die hard, I guess. It's like... It makes me feel like I'm being treated like a child who can't handle themselves, being coddled and pampered... I don't like it."

       Vulnerability was a difficult thing. To be truly, earnestly open and honest with someone... the thought alone made their throat tighten uncomfortably, stomach twisting at the simple thought. Many scholars did not openly embrace vulnerability, deeming it to be a "hinderance to the pursuit of wisdom"; they were hardly any different, only they encouraged it in others while refusing to embrace it themselves. However, hypocrisy was unbecoming of an intelligent person. They couldn't be bothered to care.

       The act of being vulnerable did not come to them easily.

       Responding with aggression, however, did. It had happened more than once with other people who were a bit too pushy. They knew very well that Kaveh didn't deserve that, though.

       "[Name]—"

       "Can we talk about this later?" they murmured, gnawing on the corner of their lip. "I'm not in a good enough place to talk about this right now. You're sensitive, Kaveh. I don't want to hurt you."

       Without waiting for a response, they quickly turned on their heel, the intention of fruit shopping being long forgotten as they darted towards one of the ways out of the Grand Bazaar.

       The architect only watched motionlessly in uncharacteristic silence as they left, the sting of rejection searing his skin.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

[fullofbees]

1 John 2:16

Mammon insists on you entertaining him when he's bored, so you make sure it's a night his skin will never forget.

CW: Smut, Domme!Reader, Sub!Mammon, Masochist Mammon, Impact Play (Riding Crop), Mild Cock-and-Ball Torture, Handjobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Vibrators, Prostate Milking

Word Count: 3, 528

»»----------► Reader is Gender Neutral

Mammon bursts through the door to your bedroom, the force causing the door to smack loudly as it swings into the wall. His sudden presence startles you, muscles tensing as you clutch the newest TSL manga to your chest. 

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, can’t you knock?!”

He ignores your question, collapsing onto your bed. Lying on his back, he sprawls out, legs dangling off the side of the bed. 

“I’m so boooored. Everyone in this house is borin’!”

You sigh, placing a bookmark between the pages, knowing Levi would kill you for dog-earing his precious manga. “I suppose you want me to entertain you?”

“Of course! A human like you should feel honored at the chance to entertain the Great Mammon,” he boasts, turning on his side to face you. His familiar smile teases you, daring you to take the bait and play.

Setting the manga on your nightstand, your eyebrow raises as you try to figure out his intentions. Sure, Mammon could truly be bored and just wants your company. He could also be trying to lure you into another money-making scheme. You must tread carefully, as you don’t want to end your evening being scolded by Lucifer. 

“And just how am I supposed to entertain you?”

He shrugs, fingers drumming along your comforter, “I hadn’t thought that far ahead…”

You chuckle, leaning forward to ruffle his hair, “You never do.”

He hums contentedly as his head angles towards your hand. Gently, you continue to run your fingers through his hair, nails gliding across his scalp. 

In the privacy of your room, Mammon doesn’t reject your affection. When not having to worry about his brother’s teasing, his tsundere act quickly disappears. It used to irritate you to no end, constantly making you question how he actually felt toward you. It seems so obvious now. 

You don’t really mind sharing the majority of your sentiment privately, much to Asmodeus’s exhibitionist chagrin. There are just some parts of yourself you only feel comfortable sharing one-on-one. Each brother seems to draw out a different side when you’re alone with them. Mammon certainly draws out a more doting and nurturing side of you; a side the greedy demon probably wants to keep all for himself. Truthfully though, you want to keep it just for him too. Taking care of him just comes naturally.

“How about a card game?” You ask.

“But games are borin’ without stakes,” he grumbles.

“Then why don’t we bet?” 

Mammon’s eyes light up as he hurriedly sits upright, “Hell yeah! Now you’re speakin’ my kinda language!” His expression falters then. “I don’t have any Grimm though…”

Returning to your nightstand, you open its drawer and retrieve a pack of plain playing cards. “That’s okay, I don’t want to bet Grimm anyways.” You open the pack, dumping the cards into your hand. “What would you like if you win, Mammon?”

As you begin shuffling, Mammon grows silent as he internally debates. By the time he speaks up, you’ve already dealt seven cards to both of you, leaving the rest stacked in the middle.

“Next week I have a modelin’ shoot, and you’re comin’ with me! Then we’ll get dinner and go on a walk through town…” 

“Like on a date?” 

Mammon pauses, heat rushing to his cheeks, “Yeah… when I win, we’re going on a date.”

You smile, biting your lip as you resist the urge to fling yourself into his arms and gush about how cute he is. Mammon smiles to himself as he picks up the cards and begins to rearrange them. Winning your attention by any means was ultimately more satisfying than just asking. Earning dates made him feel like he truly deserved you.

“Well, when I win, I get to do anything I want to you,” you state matter-of-factly. 

The cards fumble in his hands, “What does that mean!?”

Giggling, you pick up your own cards, “Throw the game and find out.”

… 

This was the most intense game of Uno you have ever experienced. You were down to your last card, one move away from winning. Mammon holds a green five and a wild card. You had gone back and forth with green for the last few cards, so there is a possibility your last card could be green too. In that case, Mammon could play the wild card and change the color, but what if you have been bluffing, and he picks the color you need?

He is fidgeting, repeatedly wiping his hands on his jeans to remove the sweat, running his hands through his hair, and twisting the rings on his fingers. You, however, were amused as you watched his struggle. 

Underneath his strategizing thoughts, two feelings warred inside Mammon; his insatiable greed that demanded he claim victory versus the temptation of finding out what you wanted to do to him. What were you hiding? What could you not ask him outright? His body felt hot under your gaze, the battle between two demon instincts driving him toward absolute delirium. Each successful round only adds fuel to the fire. 

“Mammon, baby, it’s your turn still,” You remind, purposely lowering your voice into a gentle timbre. 

The soft cadence short-circuits his brain. Memories of that voice begin flooding his mind. You, calming him down after fights with Lucifer. Asking him if he’s eaten, if he's been sleeping alright, does he need help with homework. Your mouth pressed against his ear, whispering praises as your hand pumps his cock-

“I… uh,” he swallows thickly, haphazardly placing his wild card on the pile, “Red.”

Eyes shift between the card in your hand and Mammon’s flushed face. You watch as Mammon continues to shift restlessly. Countless sexual fantasies flash through his mind, each one more tempting than the last. They all end the same, though; he eagerly allows you to use him. He accepts each slap, hit, and bite with glee. You make him hurt in all the ways he likes. 

“You didn’t say Uno.” 

The sentence barely registers in his mind. He only has himself to blame, really, for getting so wound up over your voice. He wants to laugh at his pathetic state, because how else would you describe a demon who becomes aroused at a voice? No laughter escapes him though, he’s afraid of the sound he’ll make if he tries. 

“You have to pick up two cards if you don’t call Uno.”

“Right…” He mumbles.

His hand shakes as he reaches for the stack of cards, sliding two from the top into his hand. He feels depraved for the heat swimming under his skin, desperately trying to cool down by tugging the neckline of his shirt forward. 

You are not oblivious to his discomfort. Mammon’s poker face is incredible, an obvious trait one would expect the Avatar of Greed to have. However, he’s done little to conceal the hard-on tenting his jeans. 

There is plenty more coming his way, so you set your final card down - a red eight.

Mammon gently sets his cards down on the bed, accepting defeat. He didn’t like losing, downright despised it in fact, but his desires have never made him act right. 

You have never made him act right. 

Gathering up the cards, you file them back into a neat stack and tuck them back into the box. After dropping the cards back into the nightstand, you scoot down your mattress until you're sitting in front of Mammon. He refuses to meet your gaze, trying to keep what little self-control he has.

“You know, I was going to cash in my victory this weekend,” you whisper, placing your hands against his abdominals. You slowly trail your right hand down, pulling it away before it reaches his crotch. Mammon whines at your teasing, then he hisses as your hand finally meets his clothed cock, squeezing as hard as you can manage.

“But it looks like you can’t wait, can you baby?” You taunt with a small chuckle. When he doesn’t answer, your left-hand travels up to his nipple, giving it a harsh tug.

“Ungh! Treasure, please!” Mammon cries.

“I don’t know who that is,” You warn with another twist to his nipple, “What’s my name?”

Between labored puffs of breath, he manages to stammer out, “Y-Your Majesty…”

Mammon collapses into you when your hands abandon his body. Resting his head on your shoulder, his hands come to fiercely cling to your waist. You grant him a few moments to catch his breath, running your knuckles along his spine as you coo, “Good boy,” to him.

Once he seems to be a little more stable, you push him, by his shoulders, away from your body. “What’s your color, babe?”

“Green,” he rushes out, “Please, give me more?” 

You smile and kiss him on his precious forehead before standing up, “Go ahead and strip for me. Everything.”

As you start to remove your pants, Mammon rises from the bed and begins to remove his shirt. You pause, watching with rapture how his body moves.

Like his brothers, Mammon seldom talks about his former life as an angel. He’s been in the Devildom for centuries now, but traces of his ophanim status still linger. He is slow and graceful, lithe muscle flexing as he brings the shirt over his head. Between his tantalizing tapered waist and well-defined chest, he is no less than statuesque. Though his hair is white like fresh-fallen snow, Mammon’s skin is an empyrean sienna; it’s as if their Father carved him from the Earth himself, intending to make a breathtaking reflection of the human world. 

For you, he is your home made tangible. You make a mental note to tell him so later.

Forcing yourself back on track, you quickly remove your shirt, tossing it onto the growing pile of laundry. Your pants and underwear come off together in one swift movement, bra soon following. 

You find Mammon patiently waiting before you, hands behind his back as you’ve instructed many times before. He is looking at the floor, but you can tell he’s blushing by the red glow that spreads down his chest and up to his ears. Though he may be feeling demure, his cock stands proud against his stomach, the swollen tip already shiny with his pre-cum. He’s too damn adorable.

Grabbing the edge of the bed’s comforter, you fold it in half horizontally, clearing the half of the mattress you intend to use. Taking hold of the pillow next, you drag it halfway down from its original spot. It too is folded in half after a thorough fluffing.  

“Okay sweetheart, I want you to lie face down with your hips on the pillow.” 

You hold the pillow steady as Mammon takes his place. With one knee propped on the mattress, he carefully balances his body the rest of the way. Once his chest meets the fabric of the sheets, he stretches himself out, hips wiggling as he gets comfortable. He crosses his arms in front of him, resting his face in the crook of his elbow. 

The pillow creates the effect you want; Mammon’s back deliciously bowed with his ass on full display. You nearly jump and squeal, positively hysterical over how helpless he looks. Still, you reign in the butterflies in your stomach, knowing a break in your composure could frighten him out of the scene. 

Instead, you tousle his hair, combing through the locks with your nails. Mammon practically purrs.

“Such a good boy for me. Looking so pretty for me too, you are just darling like this,” you coo, dragging your nails gently down his back. 

Mammon visibly melts further into his position, relaxing under your touch. 

“I’m going to make you feel good, would you like that baby?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he whines.

Hiding under your bed is a plastic container, filled with not-so-random gifts from Asmodeus. Using your foot, you pull the container into the light. Various toys, ropes, lubes, creams, and furry accouterments greet you. Bending down, you grab the one toy that has captivated your dreams since you saw it; a black leather riding crop.

You test the crop’s movement in your right hand, getting used to its bouncing feel. Once satisfied, you rest your other hand on Mammon’s back, steadying both of you at the same time. 

His muscles tense when you first drag the crop’s leather tongue delicately across the back of his thigh. You chuckle quietly.

“You already know what this is, don’t you?” You ask, running the crop up his other thigh. Before he even has a chance to reply, you pull the crop back to deliver a mild slap to his skin.

Though you imagine the hit wasn’t painful, he is a demon after all, Mammon still twitches. Perhaps the mere anticipation is getting to him. 

“It’s a c-crop, Your Majesty.”

“Good boy, you are correct. Remember your safe word?” 

Mammon grumbles, “Philanthropy.”

You giggle, remember how you teased him about the safeword needing to be ‘something he never usually thought about.’

Raising the crop again, you meet his flesh with a harsher slap. The ‘ smack ’ seems to echo in your ears, followed by Mammon’s guttural groan. You deliver another hit, this time to the center of his right cheek. His head drops to the mattress, fingers digging into the sheets.

“Another, please…” He whimpers.

“Such a little pain slut,” you tsk , treating the second cheek to the same treatment. 

Mammon hisses, though you swear it sounds like him saying, “Yessssssssss…”

A smack to where his ass and thigh meet. “The Great and Powerful Mammon reduced to a mumbling mess, how piteous.”

His hips jerk against the pillow. Curious, you glance between his legs, finding his cock practically dripping his arousal. You’ll need to buy a new pillow case; that fact earns him another snap of the crop.

A wicked idea pops into your mind. 

Biting your lip, you begin running the crop’s tongue up and down the length of Mammon’s cock. On instinct, his thighs press together, hips canting up as if to move away from the sensation. You don’t remember giving him permission to move.

The hand on his back now weaves into his hair, yanking his head back so you can look at him, causing the demon to yelp. Tears run down his face and his lower lip is starting to bruise from him gnawing on it.

“Spread. Your. Legs.” You growl through gritted teeth. 

You watch as Mammon winces, forcing his trembling thighs back apart. You crack the crop on the small of his back, his hips jutting forward from the pain. 

“Now stay, like a good dog.” You let his head drop harshly back to the mattress.

He turns his face back into the sheets, hiding his embarrassment at having his title demoted. Your fingers flex around the crop’s handle, readjusting your grip. You pause for a few moments, not wanting your precious demon to be able to predict the hit. 

Tempering the strength you’ve been using, a quick flick of the wrist still produces a stinging swat to his testicles. Despite Mammon’s choked shriek, his cock twitches, another bead of pre-cum oozing from the tip. You press your thighs together, the sight making heat run to your throbbing clit. He’s so fucking hot .

Sliding the crop down the silken skin again, you give another sharp slap to his tip. His blubbering sobs are muffled against the mattress. Incomplete rectangular bruises have started to form, dotting his flesh like stars. Perhaps he’s had enough.

You bend back down to the container, swapping out the crop for lube and a smaller vibrator. Tired of standing, you sit next to Mammon’s knees, setting the items down in front of you. Leaning forward, you press gentle kisses to the forming marks while your thumb massages soothing circles in his thigh. 

“You did so good, baby. I want to give you a reward. Are you okay with that?” 

Lifting his head, Mammon sniffles before nodding, “I can handle it, Your Majesty.”

“I’m glad, ‘cause you deserve it.” You grab the lube, popping open the cap and pouring a generous amount on your fingers, “Just relax and let me take care of my good boy.”

A single finger circles his hole, warming up the fluid that coats it. Every so often you teasingly dip your finger in, pushing further with each pass. His moan is low and slow as you sink the digit in, his bodily greedily taking you in until the last knuckle. You want to laugh; is there any part of him that isn’t greedy?

You slowly pump your finger in and out, the faint sticky wetness of the lube ringing in your ears. Soft huffs tumble past Mammon’s lips as he pushes his hips back into your touch. Both of you fall into a rhythm, working him closer to the edge. 

Soon you add a second finger, switching to scissoring them back and forth to open him up for your other new toy. The anal vibrator is nothing fancy, merely a thinner model covered in sleek black silicone. The base is larger and curved, meant to settle comfortably against the user, and equipped with a power button. 

Mammon’s moans crescendo as you curl your fingers inside him, stroking his prostate. His hips raise, desperate to keep your finger in place as he rocks against them, chasing his completion. It’s nice to see him like this, hopelessly fucking himself against you, not a care in his mind besides the twitching of his balls as he nears release. 

You retract from him immediately, watching with amusement how his body tenses in frustration. His hips drop back to the pillow, with whines and whimpers soon following. His hands fist his hair, indignantly pulling at the strands as if he might rip them out. 

You let him stay like that for a minute, impatient in his ruined orgasm, yet knowing he better stay quiet lest he gets to orgasm at all. He takes deep breaths, calming himself down while the pleasure he was experiencing ebbs away. While waiting, you prepare the vibrator, coating the silicone in lube. 

When he seems to have settled, you press the tip of the toy into his hole, the flesh easily giving way. The vibrator slips in without resistance, Mammon contentedly sighing at the feeling of being filled again. Truly a needy and greedy thing.

His toes curl against the sheets when you turn the vibrator on, a soft humming filling the silence as the steady onslaught of oscillation courses through him.   

“Is that better, baby?” You tease.

“Aaugh... So good! Fuck!” He gasps out. 

Hand still coated in lube, you wrap your fingers around his shaft, stroking the silky skin. You gradually work Mammon back up to his peak; breath shuddering, thighs flexing, and hips jerking with each jolt of the vibrator against his prostate.  

Mammon murmurs something unintelligible, though he repeats himself before you have the chance to ask him to do so. 

“Pleaseletmecumthistime! ” He wails, loud enough that you’re sure the house shook. You hope Lucifer isn’t home, but the buzz from both of your D.D.D.s lets you know about the awkward group chat you’ll have after this.

Pushing that dread aside, you bring your free hand to the tip of Mammon’s cock, the pads of your fingers sweeping brutally fast circles around the head. 

“You want to cum?”

“Yesyesyesyes, pleASE… d-don’t stop!”

“Then cum.”

The demon convulses before you, his body a trembling, shuddering mess. You continue to stroke him through his orgasm, each downward movement causing a new spurt of cum to flow out. His spend pools onto your fingers and into your palm, the excess slipping through the gaps and falling to your sheets. 

The room is silent save for the faint buzzing of the vibrator and Mammon’s heaving gasps for air. You quickly tap the power button on the toy, finally letting his body have reprieve. You wait for his instruction before you dare make a move.

…

The sheets are replaced. Lucifer’s constant texts have been silenced. You and Mammon have washed up and the demon now lies amongst your blankets and stuffed animals, patiently waiting as you put on a pair of pajamas.

When you climb into bed next to him, Mammon quickly lies his head on your chest, nestling his face between your breasts. You pull the covers over him, happy to succumb to the cocoon of warmth.

“How are you feeling, baby?” You ask, carding your fingers through his hair.

“‘M good,” he sighs, “But ’m confused?”

You pause your movement as he looks up at you.

“Why did ya make me draw two if ya were just gonna win?”

“Are you serious, Mammon?”

…

A week later you again pull the crop from underneath your bed. After hearing about your rousing success, Asmodeus wanted to know the brand (claiming he forgot after he purchased it for you). A tag hangs from the handle. Steadying it between your fingers, you begin looking for a brand name. 

A special crop made just for demons! Magically enhanced; even the toughest lovers can feel your wrath ;)

Oops. 

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[secondsonaym]

"I already told you why I'm doing this!" Deckard cried, hands forming fists as they stared her down. "Eat or be eaten, and you're the last thing on the menu!"

"Listen to yourself!" She shouted, taking a step forward, ignoring Ratau's barely audible protest. "Is your mind really so warped you would go after me? Your own sister?"

Deckard stared at her for a moment, eyes narrowing.

"You have the Yellow Crown now. Who says you won't turn out just like the bishops?" Star probed, desperate to convince them.

"That's where we differ." Was Deckard's steely reply. "The bishops were cowardly things! I don't kill out of fear, I know I'm at the top of the food chain! And I will do whatever it takes to keep things in order!"

The crown on their head flashed, and in their hands appeared a pair of daggers, each bearing a bright yellow eye.

"My maw will swallow down even death itself! How about that, sister?!"

Star remained where she was, staring in disbelief at her sibling. It was clear the crown was influencing their mind, making their convictions even worse by appealing to their desperation--their hunger.

There was no use talking to them. Not if she wanted to get out of this with both her heart and body intact.

So she took a deep breath and concentrated, drawing on the power of her fleece. It began to glow, and four slips of paper appeared around her, fluttering about as if caught on the wind, until--

"Get those OUT OF MY FACE!"

Deckard threw their daggers, striking the cards down two at a time. The shining slips broke into scraps, falling gently to the floor before vanishing in sparkles of light.

Star looked back to Deckard, and saw their expression had turned unnaturally hard.

And then they pounced.

Star acted on instinct, sword suddenly in her hands to block her sibling's blades. It wasn't her usual weapon, but she needed to keep them at a distance, and the hammer just couldn't properly maintain that.

Deckard withdrew, only to dart back in and try from another angle, forcing Star to once again hold up her sword to deflect the attack.

As the twins fought, Ratau watched on, unsure what to do. There was no way he could assist in the fight, not having the reflexes to keep up with Deckard swift movements, even to trip them.

Then his eye wandered to where Deckard had been standing. In their haste to fight Star, they had abandoned the sack that had sat by their feet. Once he saw the bloodstains collected on the bottom, he realized what was inside.

Making sure Deckard was sufficiently distracted, Ratau hurried to the sack, reaching out for it, when a shadow fell over him.

"You should be dead." Fox hissed as he loomed over Ratau.

Ratau was frozen in fear, not even able to let out a cry as the Fox took a step closer.

"Let's fix that problem, shall we?"

Ratau braced for an attack, but it didn't come--only the pained snarl of the Fox as something flashed between him and Ratau, forcing him to pull his claws back and glare in the direction of the sheep.

Star had paused in her defense just long enough to fire a bolt of magic at the Fox, still holding off Deckard with her free hand gripping her sword.

In her distraction, Deckard struck. They swept their feet under Star's, sending her tumbling to the ground and her weapon skidding away towards the temple doors.

"Star!" Ratau cried, before turning back to the Fox and striking him across the face with his staff just in time. He couldn't make a run for it, he had to stand his ground.

"Say your prayers, sister. Not that they'll do you any good in this soon-to-be-godless world." Deckard sneered, raising their daggers high as they stared down at Star.

All Star could do was cover her face and tense up, unable to look her sibling in the eye as they prepared to kill her.

But when Deckard lunged, no blow came.

Star heard a struggle, an impact, and a loud growl of pain, but no blade touched her own skin.

Slowly, she removed her arms from her face, and looked at who stood over her.

[somewhereinthepines]

when you watch this scene in slow-mo, it’s smth else. for one, du’met’s debut is so much more creepy and unnatural. the way, in which, he slowly slides out of darkness and agonizingly slowly closing up to charlie, is eerily in best of ways. esp, bc you can see the angle changing/shifting, as we get a glimpse of what charlie sees. how he sees this strange man, who then pulls out a knife. and charlie is like....just frozen. i love this bit so much, bc this feels somewhat realistic. or maybe, bc this is the sort of reaction, which is personally familiar to me. the sense, when you’re paralyzed, even if your mind tells you, that you should do smth. anything at all. but you’re just. not. 

and then, in slow-mo, this scene is so much more intimate, even tho, it already feels this way? but when everything happens so-so aghast and lento, you can see the smaller details. i mean, i haven’t thought about it before, but du’met doesn’t only push the edge of his knife inside charlie’s nose, but for a few seconds, which prob feel like forever to charlie, the metal touches his mouth, press to his lips. and this all happens, while du’met stares at him, without blinking lol. bc of that and a few other bits, like lighting, this scene feels very isolated. cutting to just charlie & du’met, bc you kinda forgetting, that jamie is there. even if charlie calls out to her, briefly, he just too stuck in that very moment, to remember about her later. and while all of this takes place, he stares at du’met in very curious fashion. he’s horrified, of course he is, but he’s also kinda spellbound in a way. like a person, who would find themselves in the middle of forest fire. still far away enough to not choke on rising smoke, just seeing it all burning, a large mass of fire, and then it gets closer and closer. can’t make your legs move, can’t take your eyes away. and then, if charlie will do nothing (which gives us an amazing screenshot), jamie is the one, who literally drags him away from it. personally, i feel like charlie staying in place is the most ‘honest’ response for his character. it doesn’t necessary mean, that he stood there for the sake of groundskeeper. no. but i feel like, he’s the kind of person, who wouldn’t have found it in themselves to jerk away. like, he literally looks a bit dazed there. just unable to move on his own. 

what i like about this...is also, how du’met seem to be slightly taken aback by it. he tilts his head, if charlie doesn’t ran. bc tbh, most people do understand rather quickly, when there is danger near-by. most folks would act more according to the ‘book’. like, even with that uh analogy with forest fire. well, majority of people won’t stick around to stare at it. this is a very individual response. so in a way, charlie, funny enough, indeed ‘the killer’s type’. not even erin. bc she can get bolder and braver with time. but charlie is like. ah, he’s just a charlie. his character development is less of him ‘growing’ as a person, but more of him demonstrating how he can be clever & cunning, and cautious, when needed to. his survival skills are very different compared to say jamie & kate. realistically, i think, that charlie could have managed to get out on his own. so maybe this is also why, du’met wanted to kill him off first. to make sure, that he’ll keep him in one way or another.  he built a special death-trap just for him. and even staged it dramatically, and let his crew see him die on camera.

but really, while i loved house of ashes, i feel like the devil in me, is more aesthetically pleasant to me. even in how they construct scenes like this. i can’t draw my eyes away from such sorts of interactions. and watching them in slow-motion makes me want to explore prolonged versions of said scenes, including some of charlie’s death scenes. they have an interesting tone to them. a strange mix between du’met expressing some kind of interest & his typical objectification. he watches charlie die with that odd, almost affection clouded expression, but then he would also cut him open, and hang him on a hook, like a piece of meat. my dude can’t handle having a crush 

dlc about charlie once again getting captured, and put into one of du’met’s spare murder houses would have been a living dream. 

[quibbs126]

More stuff I’ve been drawing. Since drawing these guys initially, I wanted to draw more of them just in little sketches, but didn’t have the time. But I remembered earlier this week after saying I didn’t know what to draw that I had these guys I wanted to draw, so I’ve sort of been drawing them on and off for the past week

I was planning on drawing more, but this is what I stuck with. Also sorry most of them are Dark Choco kids

So for some of these guys, I have thought about them more since their initial drawings, but didn’t know how to relay those details, so I’m making these sketches to tell

So first off for Mandel, I wanted to lean more into the “Stanley Parable narrator” angle and so now he has a British accent. However as stated, it’s fake. He does it because he thinks it makes him sound more refined and professional (I’m not too clear what his actual accent is, since I want it to be some sort of New York accent, but also I don’t think Almond or Timekeeper have New York accents. So I guess just, an American accent or something). However, when he gets nervous or shocked, he ends up slipping into his real accent before realizing his mistake and going back to the British. I was going to draw him with that shocked expression and slipping accent, but I couldn’t get the face to look right, so I didn’t

Also Mandel has gone from a weird cryptid to just sort of a weird guy that also controls time at his leisure. I imagine he likes to just mess with people and send them to other timelines just to see what happens, while also being a voice in their head watching from an unknown distance. But also they’re aware he’s just a dude (the people he sends I mean). I imagine the two he spends the most time around (as in the ones he likes to mess with) are Golden Raisin and Gancao, who know he’s not all he hypes himself up to be and just bully him, though not relentlessly. Also I’m considering that he also works for the TBD? But given the time messing he does, maybe not. Though maybe he just does it in his free time in between work and nobody knows. Now I’m imagining a scene where he’s narrating someone’s journey through another timeline, and is like “oh, sorry, it’s time for my shift at work, see you chaps later!” and they’re like “wait what hang on-” and then they hear a door slamming in the distance and he basically just leaves them on their own for 8 hours

Next up I drew Gancao because I just wanted to. I drew her with a licorice servant giving her a health potion for just a bit of energy to not overexert herself. Whether this is her servant (because I remembered that she’s technically licorice flavored and thus would have that power) or her dad’s, giving his daughter a little pick me up, I suppose you can interpret either way

I’ll be honest, I really like Gancao, she is a favorite of mine, but I also feel like I need a different one. Like, first off, her name and design do not match, and she’s the only one to really do so. Either I need to change her name to fit her design, or her design to fit her name. And second (and more what I meant), I feel like I could have done more with a darklico kid. Like, for Mallomar, I gave him mind control powers due to a combination of the Strawberry Jam Sword’s leftover influence and Kumiho’s seduction powers, and I feel like I should incorporate the SJS more into other Dark Choco fankids. And I feel like that’s especially prevalent with a darklico fankid, considering they met and their relationship would likely have started within the Cookies of Darkness, when Dark Choco had the Strawberry Jam Sword (I suppose this is true of any ship with Dark Choco and CoD member, but this is the only one I have so far, so it only applies here). Like, I feel like a kid between these two should be more weird than Gancao; all things considered, aside from her lack of reaction to body horror, she’s a very normal person. So honestly I’m planning on doing another one

I think I may have decided to get this sketch dump out just so I can say that, since I had already drawn her here

Anyways moving on, then we got Turtle Fudge. So you remember how back in his thing, I said that he ended up getting kidnapped by Affogato, and I believe in one timeline he never gets found and rescued? Well this is that timeline’s version of him, now a loyal disciple of Affogato, who reveres him as the one who took him in after his parents abandoned him. Though he might somewhat see him as a father figure, he only calls Affogato “Lord Affogato”, since that’s what Affogato prefers. Basically Affogato and his disciples did brainwashing to the poor kid to make him believe this. In this future, Affogato might return to the Dark Cacao Kingdom to reclaim his throne (or something, I’m not too sure Affogato really wants it, but maybe it’s about being petty and getting revenge), with a new group of disciples, Turtle Fudge among them, but Dark Choco and Caramel Arrow don’t realize it’s him, at least not until some dramatic reveal of his blindfold coming off. At the end of things, he does eventually realize that Affogato tricked him and turns on him, but how mentally stable he is at that point I’m not sure. The version I personally favor is the one where he stands there (possibly without Affogato knowing), Affogato having let slip his true intentions with Turtle Fudge (aka he’s just a pawn he stole from them to get back at them), and he ends up being the one to kill Affogato with a surprise spear throw that not even Affogato sees coming, and afterwards he just collapses on the floor, having a complete mental breakdown as his entire life has been a lie, with him crying and taking off the blindfold, so his parents know it’s him, but he’s been so broken by this that he never really recovers from it, spending years with his parents, but still a wreck from everything that’s happened to him and never really being a stable person again. I recognize the nicer (and more typical) version would be him turning on Affogato earlier, declaring his defiance of him and dramatically taking off his blindfold, and then after he and his parents defeat Affogato and his forces, they have a nice happy reunion, and I recognize the ending of that scenario I present is probably overdoing it, but I like my angst, so let me have this. Or at least everything up to him killing Affogato and having a breakdown afterwards

Anyways so then I drew an older Mallomar, which I’ve been wanting to draw since I first made him. I had the little ponytail envisioned, but I’ll be honest, I half assed the outfit like normal. I swear, I’m just really bad at outfits. I mean it looks fine, but I basically just took this from Dark Choco’s Vestements of Old Memories design, instead of something of my own. Ah well. Also I don’t know where that white streak in his hair came from, I just thought he needed one. Basically the idea with Mallomar when he’s older is that he’s mellowed out from when he was a little kid and is a lot more genuine, if not a bit nervous sometimes. He gets embarrassed easily, I’m sure plenty of it coming from his mom. Also he’s really big like his dad and grandpa

But yeah, some drawings. Hope you like them!

[magicalmanhattanproject]

If u still want fighting requests then empires s2 False with maybe Sausage? (or anyone of your choice really, False is just my blorbo) thank you, I love your writing!!

"Do you want to spar?"

False nearly falls off the edge of her airship when she startles. Sausage is on the bridge staring at her with an expression of danger and malice. Or possibly a pleasant smile.

"What?"

"Do you wanna spar?" Sausage repeats. "I'm supposed to protect and help people, but I need to good at fighting to do that. Bubbles said I should come spar with you."

"...Bubbles?"

"My dog! Some version of her anyway. I was in a different place." Sausage nods along with his own words. "She got me back home though. She's a good girl."

"Right. Of course. Obviously." False steps back from the edge towards the iron farm, putting more space between herself and Sausage. She's not sure she wants to admit it out loud, but she doesn't think she knows how to spar. She doesn't remember ever sparring at least. On the other hand, it would be rude to refuse and if she's rude to Sausage, he might become her enemy. She doesn't want to have any enemies if she can help it. (She feels like she hasn't always been able to help it) "Sure? We can spar?" she says confidently.

"Great!" Sausage jumps off the bridge and floats gracefully to the woods outside Cogsmeade.

You could probably hide a whole army in those woods if you wanted to. False sometimes stares out at them on the nights that she doesn't dare sleep and wonders if it would be safer to just burn them down. Probably not. Fire has its own dangers. She takes the stairs.

Sausage is waiting for her in the treeline, already brandishing his great axe. "Okay, let's go!" he cheers.

False steps closer and draws her sword. It fits strangely in her hand. Not like it hurts, but like... She's not sure how to describe it. She takes a step back and Sausage's axe arcs in front of her. The momentum of it swings him around. He recovers and goes for a backhanded blow. She only has to lean back a little way to avoid that.

He keeps slashing at her and she keeps stepping out of the way and she's not sure what the point of this whole exercise is. Maybe there's some social aspect she's missing out on? She's never been very good at those. She ponders it as she steps back and back and back and her shoulders hit a wall and she can't go back any more.

Her body remembers before her mind does.

Sausage doesn't wear mail under his chest plate. He pulls his arm back for a wide strike and lunges forward.

False grabs his wrist with her left hand, steps forward, and plunges her sword into through his armpit. Her wrist tilts up to angle the blade between the ribs. It slides home through his lungs and into his heart and everything goes very, very red.

Sausage tries to gurgle something out with his last breath, but he's already choking up blood. He gives her a big smile and a thumbs up instead.

False stares down at his dissolving body and wipes her sword clean. There's a lot she doesn't know, but she's reasonably certain this isn't the best way to make friends. Sausage didn't seem to mind though? Hmm. Would he mind if she took his chestplate?

Well, only one way to find out. She bends down and gets to work.

[homerforsure]

one line, any fic

rules: pick ten of your fics, scroll to somewhere midpoint, pick a line chunk and share it, and then tag ten people.

Tagged by: @gayhoediaz, @mellaithwen, @princessfbi, @renecdote, @nymika-arts, @rewritetheending, @thekristen999 Thank you!

I'm picking the 10 fics with the least number of hits. Not because I think they're, like, slept on masterpieces or anything. It just makes things easier for me and maybe you'll see something you haven't before.

you can think you're in love when you're really just in pain

“We could leave it all on the table and just graze as we go? I really wanted to have more done by now. You think your sister could have picked a better time to come back from the dead.”

sometimes the shadows burn too bright

He’ll never do it if he knows that Eddie’s dreaming about dead teenagers and how their blood turns to Buck’s blood every time and Eddie’s entire body screams to reach for him, but he never can.

but i called from the dark and you picked up the phone

Lightning flickers in different corners of the sky, seven, eight separate pulses. Like a memory game where someone might ask him to remember what color, what order, what corner. It’s almost, well, not pretty, but mesmerizing. Hard to look away.

sunlight through the haze

“I’m going to hug you now, okay?” Buck says and Eddie laughs again, holding his arms open so Buck can step in and wrap his arms around him. Eddie responds easily, indulging Buck, but when Buck doesn’t let go, something changes. A little bit of the tension that’s been making its home in Eddie melts away and Eddie lets out a slow, shaky exhale, squeezing Buck tight.

Mr. Saturday Night Special

Through gritted teeth, Nick said, “This table is full up. So you’re just gonna take a little walk back here with me-” He pushed Buck backward with only the suggestion of pressure on his throat, angling him toward the next table up in their line and walking Buck right up to the chair there until his legs collided with it and he want down- “And sit by yourself like a big boy. Is that clear?”

and if you swear that you're alright, i'm not gonna try and change your mind

There’s a part of him that’s on fire. Screaming in the dark because everything is wrong and it’s been wrong for so long and if it’s not his fault why does he feel like none of it would be happening if he was just better? Buck feels distant from everything. Maddie across the country. Eddie throwing his hands up like a force field to keep Buck from getting too close with his messy, raw emotions. He feels distant from himself. Sad and broken and scared and pretending not to be. Buck’s scared all the damn time. One more foundation-rattling shake is going to crumble him to pieces.

love me back to life

His eyes slipping closed, Eddie tipped his face up to the ceiling, something like beatification in his expression as he held himself still until he got comfortable. Held himself still for Buck who wouldn’t forgive himself if Eddie was hurt.

all tomorrows come from yesterdays

Picking at the label on his bottle, Buck says, “I don’t know. All I ever seem to do is fuck it up. Maybe… Maybe I just need to give up on all that, you know? Focus on work. Focus on my friends. Leave the romance to somebody else.”

in case of emergency

Letting terrible hypothetical scenarios play out in all their terribleness is a fun game that Frank likes to play now and again. Sending Eddie into his own mental Dark Side Cave like some cardigan-wearing Yoda. They can be exhausting sessions where Eddie finally pulls on a thorn that’s been in his side, that he’s been ignoring every time it aches, and draws it all the way out to see how deep it goes.

if the world should turn too fast, i'll slow it down for you

He thinks that maybe Eddie doesn’t know that part yet. There’s a place inside him where being given everything he wants feels like taking something he doesn’t deserve. Like he can have this, can have them, but only if he remembers his place.

I think probably everyone who wants to play already has and I know I missed a bunch of posts so sorry if any of these are doubles! Tagging: @littlespoonevan, @kitkatpancakestack, @evanbucxley, @merriestdiaz, @clusterbuck, @starlingbite, @lovebuck and YOU, if you want to play!

[mayomkun]

Crowley is all sharp pointy lines and exaggerated expressions (love it) while Aziraphale has a very polite face and disposition, of which I feel like it’s easy to mess up when drawing

Yeah! They have different kind of difficult I think. Azi should be easier for me since I'm more used to drawing something soft/round, but his features are harder to get right for some reason, especially straight face/looking at the camera angle (idk what's it's called).

Crowley's expressions are mostly exaggerated, plus he's always moving about so there's gotta be some movement in there. It sounds easy but not really asfgdjk. I feel like you have to really 'gets' him to get him right idk. He'd give me a lot of trouble if I have no muscle memory of drawing DT's characters.

People who can capture their characters are sooo so cool really. I hope to get there some day :>