#and I still have a bunch of sketches with them on my phone...

[fernsnailz]

my comic from the @neverturnbackzine! truly one of my favorite zines i've been a part of :]

some extra insight/fun facts about the process of this piece below the cut 💥💥💥

posting pieces from collaborative zines is always something i struggle with because i look back and think of how i would do things differently now, but i learned a lot working on this comic and even developed some style techniques that i still use!

Fun Fact 1: the panel where shadow Fucking Disintegrates That Guy is technically traditionally drawn! i couldn't get it right in clip studio so i just started frantically scribbling in a notebook and got it eventually lol

highly highly recommend scribbling stuff out in a notebook, scanning it on your phone, and then dropping it into a canvas to edit later if you ever have trouble sketching something.

Fun Fact 2: a lot of the overlay/background effects were made in Kid Pix Deluxe 3D. i created a whole collection of various textures/abstract effects for this comic that i've been using in my art since last year. you can even find them scattered through my team dark zine lol. here's a few of them:

similarly, the background at the bottom of page 2 is actually a warped photo i took of a bunch of headphone wires. this is the original:

Fun Fact 3: i made this comic during a very busy and wild period of time last year so this is what the final panel looked like for a while before i fully finished it LMAO

ok yay thanks for reading bye

[shysuccubusstuff]

Dilf! Sylus pt. 1

Content: Headcanons + some longer parts ♡; Age gap + mention of child abuse (not made by Sylus, of course) + alcohol taking + consensual/dubcon (alcohol intake on both sides).

Summary: After graduating university, you've been looking for a stable job for several months, but for the moment, you just have to content yourself with working as a nanny during the summer holidays. Who would have thought that you would meet such a hot and single (did I already say hot?) dad that would require your services?

Note: I just remembered the fanarts done by someone in Twitter with the boys as dilfs, these fanarts together with some Lana del Rey unreleased songs got me hyped for him... Wish I could see an even older Sylus... he's already hot af tho. I keep saying that I have a bunch of stuff almost ready but I never post it, talk about being like a man (jk depending on how you take the joke). Still, I hope everyone is having a nice week. This video just popped on my tl, hope anyone finds it funny!

Note 2: I'm lowkey scared that some parts are just too corny/cringy... I have no real idea how an older Sylus would speak with some woman that has around... 10? years less than him. Let me know if you want a pt. 2 + the same prompt with other LI!!

You had graduated several months ago, and yeah, of course you knew that finding a job would be the easiest thing in the world, but come on, your area wasn't even THAT full. How was it possible that you were almost the only one that didn't find a job after graduating? You were laying in bed, scrolling through your phone as you kept complaining in your mind. Suddenly, your phone rang, making you almost fall to the floor, quickly taking the call with the hope of getting the job.

"Hello?" You were able to hear some faint sounds in the background, some running around, together with a few giggles.

"... Yes, sorry. I was just busy with something. I call because of your advertisement, the one about working as a nanny?" Suddenly, you heard the deep and velvety voice of a man, even if that voice sounded slightly tired.

"Sure! I'm available for all the week, including weekends. I can even stay at your house if you prefer it that way, I do have to say that the rate does get a bit--"

"That's ok, I don't mind paying as much as you want as long as you do your job appropietly. We can meet this weekend to present them to you, if you are able, of course."

"Yes! Sure, let's meet that day, maybe in the morning?"

"Then that's settled. Thank you, let's meet in a couple days." The man hanged the call, barely allowing you to wave him goodbye. Well, at least that was somewhat solved... right?

The week went fast, with you barely moving around apart from buying groceries or spending your time with some not so interesting game as you complained about your boring holiday with your closest friend. Before you know it, you were already getting ready for that meeting, with your hands starting to sweat a bit as you tried to imagine the kind of children that man could have. Oh God, what if they were the annoying kind? The ones that mess with you cause they hate all their nannies, always acting up and... Wait, just calm yourself, it can't be that bad... right? You grabbed your bag, carrying all the documents that you may or may not need as you kept repeating into your head that there was no way that you would have such bad luck.

You finally entered the café, your hands still sweating a bit as you tried to guess who was the man that had called you. That question was quickly answered, as there was only a single man with not only one, but two children. The two small boys were busy sketching some stuff, with both of them sometimes talking to each other, with the man sometimes answering to them while he took a few sips from the coffee cup. You made your way to the table, clenching your bag as you kept telling yourself to calm down.

"Hi! I'm the nanny, we spoke a few days ago, I don't know if you remember me?" The man's gaze slowly moved from his children drawings to you, his gaze turning much cooler as soon as he stopped looking at them.

"Yes, I do remember you, do you want something to drink while we talk?" You sat down, trying your best not to stumble on your words while you tried to think as fast as possible, your hands lending him the papers that proved that this was not the first time you had worked as a nanny.

"Thank you, I don't want anything, we can just talk like this... I mean, if you want!" The man lifted his brow a bit, perhaps a bit taken aback by your nervous movements, his eyes quickly scanning through the documents.

"That is fine. My name is Sylus. These are my children, Luke and Kieran. Luke is the one on the left, Kieran is the one on the right." The children moved to look at you, both of their faces with several scars that went up their face and arms. The sight made you shiver a bit, but seeing how the two of them were completely calm, you chose to wait in case there was something wrong going on. "They are 8 years old. You will have to work from Monday to Friday, I have to plan the weekends, as it depends on the week. I will make sure to pay you accordingly, of course, you will have bonuses the days that you are asked to stay. I don't require you to teach them nor make any housework, just to take care of them. I would pay you around 25$ the hour, I hope that is enough?" You almost choked on your own spit, trying your best not to act surprised. This was not the first time you had worked for some rich family around town, and yeah, he may be the hottest guy you had ever seen, but you just had to focus on your work. Maybe you could even make it your full time job if you did it correctly?

"There's no problem! I just need to know when should I start working, well, as well as where the house is." As you kept speaking, the two small children got down their chairs, moving closer to you.

"So... when will you start living with us?" Luke rest his face on your leg, with Kieran following him close by. Guess this was their way of greeting you?

Dilf! Sylus who is away most of the day, arriving at late hours at night when both Luke and Kiera are already asleep. He arrives on his motorbike, parking it on the garage, entering the house in complete silence except the sound of the keys being left on the entrance. You had already noticed that this was indeed a routine, as the twins already let you know on the first days you were there. You were barely able to hear him as your room was quite close to the staircase, hearing his soft steps on the carpet as he made his way to his bedroom.

Dilf! Sylus who had no kind of photos or paintings of his (possibly) late wife. The whole house was neatly decorated with mostly dark colours, with the childrens' room being the only exception, as they were the ones that had chosen their own furniture. It took you a few weeks to find out that the two boys had been adopted by Sylus several years ago after they arrived to his door barefoot, with their limbs and faces even more scarred than now. Despite the traumatic experience, the two children seemed mostly fine, even if it was clear that they were extremely anxious the second one of them got separated from the other.

Dilf! Sylus who sometimes arrives in the morning, as always, he leaves the keys on the entrance, rushing to the children's room so he could kiss their forehead, with the two of them hugging him by the neck, allowing him to carry the two of them, each with one arm to the kitchen, where he allowed them to sit as he started making breakfast. These days weren't common, but each time he arrived, you were able to see just how much he cared for Luke and Kieran, with Sylus even spending a few hours playing around with them before leaving to work once more. At first, you tried to avoid interrupting them, choosing to stay silent as you helped him make breakfast or simply tidying up after the twins. That was until the three of them started to open themselves to you, with Luke and Kieran beginning to introduce you on their private chats, even getting to the point in which you were able to see what resembled a smile on Sylus' face. This marked the beginning of the closer relationship between the two.

Dilf! Sylus who begins to have more free time. And despite this would usually mean a reduction on your working hours, this changed nothing, except the small trips with the three of them. The trips started as short outings to the park, sometimes to a restaurant around town. Then, the trips became longer, with the four of you spending a couple days on different countries, as Sylus worked, having to meet with different people while the three of you spending your time by walking around the different cities.

Dilf! Sylus who starts to spend more time alone with you. Inviting you to his private gym in case you had some free time while the twins were sleeping, together with even allowing you to help him test the condition of his motorbike. It had been clear since the start that Sylus was in no way feeble, as you often saw him carrying Luke and Kieran while all of you played together. But it was then, when he was too busy checking every single element of his motorbike, with him simply wearing a tight sleeveless t-shirt, allowing you to see just how much time he spent keeping his body as fit as possible.

"Like what you see?" Sylus' eyes were once again focused on you, his hands slightly tainted by the motor oil, some even staining his face.

"I was just-- Sorry" You felt your face heat up, your eyes starting to move around the garage trying to find anything to focus on.

"No need to excuse yourself, sweetie. I understand, can you help me a bit with this? It seems that I need to check this thoroughly."

Dilf! Sylus who begins to make the work harder for you, with him sometimes rubbing against you as he passed by, making you blush just from remembering the veins on his arms and hands as he worked out. The sexual tension between the two finally came to an end the night the two of you found each other in the living room. Sylus had just arrived, his cloak still being carried under his arm.

"Good night, I didn't expect company so late at night, tell me, would you mind accompanying me for some alcohol?" You bit your lip, still not sure on what to do, before you answered him, Sylus added: "Don't worry, the boys won't be up until maybe around 12, they spent all their energy playing with their friends."

"I suppose it would be ok then, just a bit, ok? I'm not that good with alcohol..." Sylus nodded, going to the kitchen and coming back with two small glasses, together with a bottle of tequila, salt and a few slices of lemon. He had already changed into more comfortable clothes, with him only wearing some expensive smock that looked perhaps a bit too short for your own safety.

"How about we play some cards while we drink? The one who loses will have to drink." You knew that wasn't the best choice for you, but how could you refuse when he was already smirking as if he had already won?

Before you were able to notice it, the bottle of tequile was almost finished, both of your faces being as red as a tomato.

"Come on! Just accept your defeat already, afraid that someone younger than you is better than you?" You smiled, your left hand moving the liquid inside the small glass while you kept glancing at the cards on your right hand.

"Oh? Someone has gotten bolder now, do you always talk to your bosses like that?" Sylus left his glass on the table, smirking while he left the cards fall on the table, resting his head on his left arm. "Just so you know, I have no kind of insecurity regarding my age, sweetie."

"You sure? I mean, you work out a bit too much for someone--"

"I have no idea why would you assume that, the fact that I work out a lot is merely due to the fact that my job--" Sylus stopped himself, taking a deep breath before going on. "That is just because of some requirements that I have to meet in order to keep my position." You looked a bit confused, not realising until then that you had never wondered why did he always arrive so late. Still, the alcohol was still running down your veins, making it difficult to even realise the possible danger of it.

"Suuuure, let's just say I believe you. Why would an old man like you need to stay as fit? Are you sure that you're not planning on wooing some naïve girl into your claws?" You laughed, taking a small sip out of the glass.

"Maybe I want to do just that." Sylus' gaze darkened, his usual dangerous aura coming back to him as his crimson eyes pierced your face. "Maybe I should do just that, I'm sure I would be able to teach some wild kitten just how she is supposed to behave to be considered a good girl." You felt a shiver being sent through your whole body, the hair on your arms stooding up as your face flushed from the tone Sylus had used in those last few words. Sylus chuckled at your reaction, taking once again his glass from the table and playfully moving the ice cubes within his glass that was now filled with some old whisky he had taken from the cabinet. "I was just messing around, no need to act all coy now, we have been in much more intimate situations, am I wrong, sweetie?" Sylus took a small sip of whisky, changing the way he sat to one that made the cloth rode up allowing you to catch a timid glimpse of his underwear. Feeling as you were being tested on purpose, you quickly rose from the couch, thanking the courage given by the alcohol as you suddenly pressed your lips against his, your body clamping against his bare chest.

What first began as a one sided kiss was soon reciprocated, with Sylus soon taking the lead of it, his rough hands positioning on your hip, his thumbs making small circles around the area as his tongue suddenly entered your mouth, the meek kiss soon turning into a lewd one, the room now filled with wet noises together with soft moans and whimpers.

Just as you were starting to feel slightly light-headed, Sylus got away from you, moving his right hand towards your face and caressing your cheek with extreme care. "Guess I made a mistake. It seems this wild kitten is very much aware of what she is capable to do to me." You bashfuly locked eyes with him, encountering one of the softest looks you had ever seen. "I would have liked it more if this had happened on a better occasion, one in which you had enough courage to do all these bold moves without relying on a silly game." Sylus smiled, his eyes still fixed on you, making you feel even more flushed as you could clearly tell just how much he had been holding back from doing anything inappropriate. "Let me take you to bed, I think we should talk about this... change in our relationship tomorrow, when both of us are fully aware of what all of this means." Sylus lifted you with ease, opening the door with one of his legs and soon arriving to your bedroom, suddenly changing the way he held you so he could acommodate the sheets. Before you could say anything, he covered your body, planting a tendeer kiss on your forehead. "Sleep tight, I hope you won't regret anything tomorrow, sweetie."

[p3aches-n-cream]

recipe 🕷 : a compilation of hobie headcanons featuring you!

ingredients 🕷 : all sfw, no warnings necessary, cockney accent, hobie brown x blk!fem!reader, fem reader, hobie being a lovable nuisance, fluff.

notes 🕷 : thank you all for waiting!! school is kicking my ass ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) what about you? anyways these are just a bunch of random headcanons i’ve accumulated 

hobie headcanons ✰🎸

Hobie who puts all his friend’s names on his guitar, but makes yours larger than all of them <3

it’s always such a thrill listening to Hobie playing his guitar, so much so that you often find yourself going to watch his band practice in his dimension. it’s usually because Hobie says it wouldn’t be the same without you, claiming he needs your approval, but he’s not fooling anyone. you both know Hobie’s got the goods, he just wants you to be there so he can show them off. nevertheless, it’s flattering.

and despite the deafening roar of his guitar, his sound soothes you. you associate it with him. you’d make it a point to finish your homework on time in order to see his shows. in fact, you seldom missed one unless there wasn’t a way your schedule could support it. sometimes you wouldn’t even bother, knowing it would make Hobie proud he’s sparked your inner rebellion. in turn, he'd stay up with you when you failed to meet the deadline, forced to play catch up.

Hobie is not nothing but confident in his femininity. he’ll let you do his makeup, paint his nails, even sporting your looks you’ve designed for him during his shows <3

he’s so attentive , paying close attention to the things you like or the music you listen to. practically everything you do goes into his memory bank so he can remember it for future gifts 

needs to have a hand on you or be near you at all times. during meetings he’s always picking the seat closest to you, so close you can feel his body heat. showing you off to his friends with his chin tucked into your neck or arms around your waist. you two are that one couple that's so touchy in public everyone is annoyed by it. 

“ your hair smells nice today, sweets. you use that shampoo i bought you?”  “ you mean the one you stole?” “ same difference.”

if you ever wanna get piercings he'd be sure to help you out with picking the best ones that flatter your facial structures. he's more than happy to do them himself but if you're insistent on going to a professional, he's holding your hand during the entire procedure.

you two are organized girlfriend and hectic boyfriend. 100%.

will send you little videos of couples on his phone going " us ♡ "

loves listening to music with you in his boathouse and having impromptu dance parties

bonus!! these are more for me >ᴗ<

but as sweet as he is, hobie also likes to torment you with stuff he knows disgusts you. you make a gross face at someone’s snotty nose? he’ll bring it up randomly, taking in your disgusted reaction. bugs creep you out? he’s already chasing you around the house, silverfish in hand. “ aw c’mon love, it jus’ wants to say hi! “ “ hobie get the fuck away from me!! “ he’s a menace, but it’s okay cause you always get him back for it.

hobie would either piss you tf off when you’re drawing or admire it, there is no in between. i’m talkin’ resting his chin on your shoulder as you sketch while pointing out something he likes goin, “ tha’ looks real nice. maybe add some more lines ‘ere. “ he’s super sweet when he’s trying to be helpful, and you've enjoyed having his company or including his two-sense here and there. but that doesn't mean he still can't be annoying. “ uh…Hobie, can you move to the side a bit? i’m trying to finish up here. “ “ hmm…I dunno doll, I’m pretty comfortable where I am.”

part 2 maybe??

[agirlwithglam]

TEENAGE SUMMER (12-16yo)

so summer has finally arrived and school has ended. and ofc, we want that hot girl summer with the perfect body, mindset, habits, holidays, and a great time in general but what if we have sorta strict parents who are just.. parents. so here are some tips to have your dream summer and glow up but also make it family/ teenage friendly!

GLOW UP:

external glow up tips:

numero uno: WORKOUT. yes, ofc this is on here, what did u think? work.out. decide why u wanna workout first: healthy body? dream body? abs? being stronger? for happiness? for fun? then, you can find a workout on youtube / pinterest for the one you want. (also what i love doing is the workouts on pinterest where its related to a tv show- or just search up [movie/ show name] workout)

smell nice! perfume, scented shampoos/ body scrubs, etc.

SUNSCREEN. trust me, u DO want to put it on.

skincare! moisturiser, lip gloss/ lip balm, exfoliation, etc.

put cold spoons under your eyes in the morning to reduce puffiness.

u dont like something? fix it! i didn't like my teeth for a while, so i got braces. you can't fix it? stop worrying about it and just give it to god cus u got better things to do

MANIFESTING:

affirmations!! affirmations in the mirror, listening to them, repeating them, thinking them, they helped me SO much!

Believe you’re hot. As simple as that.

Visualisation. Imagine people giving you compliments and staring at you all day long

internal glow up tips:

confidence. duhhhh! heres a guide to self love& confidence

abundance mindset. everything works out in YOUR favour.

detachment. stop taking shite so seriously. honestly, if someones hating on you then pity them or laugh then move on. like ur too busy to spend even a second of your day to make someone feel bad about themselves or argue about something pointless.

keep learning! educate yourself, expand your knowledge and your mind.

HAPPINESS. the real glow up starts when you're genuinely happy with who you are and where you are. be a light, carefree, bubbly girl but also remember to set standards and boundaries. when you're just genuinely happy, life truly does start to get better.

hotness is a mindset.

other tips:

channel your little kid energy

take a bunch of photos! (at the end you'll basically have a pretty summer mood board)

don't be on your phone all the time. try to ✨socialise✨ your time on earth is limited don't waste it on crusty, unhot stuff. ur parents will thank you for this as well

romanticise it. (laugh. smile. wear nice clothes, talk to people, get lost in a daydream. appreciate the beauty in stuff. even if its just a sofa.)

be positive. quit complaining. be happy and focus on what you have. spread love and happiness! you're privileged and you are a privilege. act like ittt!

stay present minded. live here, now.

listen to groovy, aesthetic-themes music. to get u into the moooddd!

become a better person. a better daughter/ son, sibling, friend, person in general.

GET OUTSIDEEEE!!!! TOUCH SOME GRASS. its sunny, its summer, why tf r u staying indoors????

sleep girl. sleep. just because you don't have to wake up early tomorrow, does not mean you can stay up till 2am watching netflix. sleep makes your skin glow, makes you look prettier, makes you happier and 10000 more benefits. so sleep.

channel your creativity! (paint, draw, sketch, write, poetry, music, etc.)

play. you're still young!! have fun and do silly and embarrassing things while you still can!!!!!!!

create a summer mood board!

channel a certain era- barbie summer, blair waldorf summer, hot girl summer, etc.

bucket list ideas:

go to a park

redecorate your room

spa day (w friends)

girl slumber parties! (face masks, girlie things, movies)

volunteer somewhere

beach day!

write letters and kiss them (like those pretty pinterest summer!)

go biking (i love doing it in the mornings)

bake! (cakeeee)

get back into some old hobbies (childhood nostalgia)

gardening. care for a plant (then talk to it when you feel sad ur won't be insane i promise)

look at the sunrise / sunset

read dude. just read and romanticise it with a pretty comfy space

make a goal. then work on it so hard that you get it!

learn something new (for me i rly wanna learn crochetting)

scrap booking

do a workout with friends

video diary!! (film everythinggg)

make jewellery (u can sell them after if u want. also there are tons of jewellery making kits on amazon or toys r'us!)

donate / sell stuff (like books and toys)

flower press (with printer tho)

dance with your friends

wear jewellery!! summer necklaces, bracelets, etc!

go for walks (w friends)

get your nails done. (you don't have to go out to get them done. you can do it yourself. i dont have nail polish but my friend does so we love putting it on together)

make some new friends! (join clubs, visit new places, talk to people, join classes,)

go to the beach

"what makes life so beautiful is the fact that it ends"

[mudkip-enthusiast18]

Favorite rosekiller headcanons??

aaaaaa I’m so happy about thissss tyyyyy :DD

here’s a bunch of miscellaneous ones I was able to think of over the course of today :3 (in no particular order and a mix of modern and canon compliant and muggle and every au LMAO)

I’ve talked about this before but barty has separation anxiety and can’t sleep without holding/being held by evan

Barty’s love language is physical touch and evan’s is quality time so they’re completely inseparable they’re always together

Barty is always touching evan in some way whether it be a hug, or holding his hand, or an arm around his shoulder or waist, or resting a hand on his arm or cuddling or wtv else

They know each other inside and out and so completely they can have full conversations just looking at each other not talking

they both hate crying in front of other people and do it extremely rarely but when it’s just the 2 of them they start sobbing at literally anything super easily

evan fell first (started crushing on barty all the way back in first year) and barty fell harder (realized all at once one day in sixth year after years of feelings subconsciously piling up and had a mega crash out to dorcas about it)

Their fav dates are when they just sit in bed and cuddle and watch movies and eat snacks and yap about wtv they’re watching cause they’re both massive nerds

evan loves pineapple pizza and barty despises it and refuses to try it on principle (italian) (he’ll never ever admit it but he tried it once and actually thinks it’s the best creation in all of ever) (evan knows this and teases him about it)

They’re disgustingly affectionate and everyone hates them for it /hj

Barty’s name in evan’s phone is “pain in the ass (love of my life 💛)” and evan’s name in barty’s phone is “my angel 🖤”

They have like ten billion matching tattoos/tattoos dedicated to each other <3333

barty calls evan evie, ev, rosie, angel, sweetheart, love, darling, my love, my rose, babe, he hardly ever calls evan by his actual name, only when the topic/situation is very very serious

evan uses bartys name a lot more (and by that I mean barty and not bartemius cause I hc that Barty never EVER uses his full name cause he hates it sm and even gets it legally changed as an adult), but he also call him bee, bat, baby, darling, mon amour

they have a cat w the most outrageously complicated name ever + like 4 reptiles (a ball python, 2 crested geckos and a chameleon methinks (?))

they have a bio daughter (transmasc evan truther here!!! <3) and she’s 2 years younger than luna (and best friends w her)

way way later down the line (when their daughter is 16) they adopt 2 other kids cause barty always had a dream of adopting and/or fostering to get kids out of shitty home life situations like his

(their kids are like fully formed ocs in my brain (except for names cause I suck at naming ocs,,,,,,,) but that’s the base of my happy au family hc for them)

they live in hogsmeade cause barty teaches history of magic at hogwarts (I still can’t decide what Evan does tho probably cause I project so stupidly heavily on to him and I can’t choose a career for myself but shhhhhhhhh)

extremely self-indulgent but evan’s a massive massive Pokémon fan and has been since he was like 9 and into all the aspects (cards, games, manga, anime, etc) whearas barty never was super interested but then evan started convincing him to open packs together and barty got sucked in through the powerful forces of gambling addiction

they’re both super into art (barty likes pottery and any kind of abstraction, evan likes pencil sketching and acrylic landscapes and they both like spraypainting)

I just scrolled back up after writing that last one and holy shit that’s a lot of yapping 💀😭

i like them a super normal amount I promise (could keep going for much much much longer)

I’m gonna end it here TY AGAIN FOR ASKING <3

[the-colourful-witch]

Artsy Update :)

Hi everyone, it has been a while since I posted. I've been incredibly busy with a few high-demand projects for which deadlines are approaching swiftly.... *send help please* However! I did continue the Valentine's Day couple series. Here are the final three sketches I did:

Hinny, Jegulily and Jegulus <3 I have to say that while I enjoyed doing these sketches, this style is not exactly my thing :) I love doing character line-ups and story illustrations more, but trying different poses and practising new colour combinations was a lot of fun. I had a blast :) I'm sorry if your favourite ship hasn't been drawn. I could only do a few in the time I had. But there's always next year! <3<3<3 As for the other things taking up my time at the moment... I have a big deadline for a picture book I'm working on. Only five more weeks to finish. When April comes, I'll (hopefully) be done with it and then I'm taking a teeny tiny holiday to rest and gather energy for new projects! I might actually leave the house for that... :)

The other big thing was my first art market of the year! I had a stand at Fantasy Fest in the Netherlands last weekend. I prepared a lot for it, making new prints and stickers and even creating some brand-new artwork :) The result was a booth filled with colourful goodies! I sold a little less than I had hoped for during the weekend, but I did have a lot of great conversations and managed to put a smile on people's faces with my art. And that is the most special thing in the world <3

I loved my little booth. The lighting was great and I had some lovely neighbors with whom I chatted all weekend. My mum also came to help for a day and she stood in front of the booth to play the very convincing 'interested customer', drawing in some more curious onlookers :) I love her, she is my number 1 supporter <3

Now, these are some of the new (and older) products I designed for this fair:

This is the Fantasy Characters collection: a series of 12 fantasy characters in a cool set! I made these specially for the fair and had so much fun with them. I picked out a nice paper, got to design a cool border to tie the whole thing together and even wrapping the sets in a colourful label was so so fun to do! I will definitely do more projects like this in the future. It's the best!

I created a bunch of prints from some of my traditional artworks. Most of them come from the book of fairytales I illustrated last year. They were a hit! Especially the map. That one was my bestseller :)

And of course, I had to add fanart, too. I sold a couple of Marauders band posters. That made my day. It was so cool to meet fellow fans :) (All of these are available in my shop, by the way, in case you're interested :)) Last, but not least: I made STICKERS! In January, I bought a Cricut machine for the first time and after postponing for a month to learn how to make it work, I managed to create these sticker packs:

They are my favourite new creation. It's so cool to be able to make my own stickers! I have four sets: Toads and Toadstools, Owls, Ollivander's Wand Shop and the Stars and Moons doodle sheet.

The little stickers are super fun to fill in empty spaces in your journal and the big ones are a showstopper for any surface. I already stuck a bunch of them on my planner, phone and sketchbooks... I have no shame. This is the best thing I ever made :)

I had a lot of fun!

I am looking forward to more cool art in the near future. I have one more project to finish. A picture book that has been a rollercoaster and not in a good way... I'll be happy when I've got my work done on that. It's still going to be a lovely book, it was just the publishing house that I had some trouble with. I will share something on the book whenever I can :) Right, I'm going to stop yapping! If you made it all the way to the end, thank you! You're amazing! Hugs, Fleur

[starboykel]

an artist and his muse ⭑⚝

artist! König x chubby!F!reader

!!content warnings: nudity, suggestive but nothing happens, Konig is slightly cold and rude, shaving, reader is described as 'plump' 'chubby'. Slow burn.

3,6k words — english isn't my first language, I apologize for any mistakes !

You were the daughter of a model, your father in his youngers was a famous model, modelling for artists and his body was practically all over Austria, in paintings, portraits, movies, you name it! Every slightly artistic place you went he was there. He was more famous in Austria than internacionally but he was still famous, a bunch of people would recognize him even in a small country, that was sure... And you were an introvert.

You didn't liked the attention, how everyone's eyes were always on you, trying to interview you, to get into your personal life and invading your space. You never meet your mother and the fact you looked a lot like your father didn't helped, apparently, you mother was an immigrant that got deported back to her country and her DNA was nowhere to be found... So you lived all your life with your father, Anton. You were half Austrian and half whatever your mother was, you didn't looked like an stereotypical Austrian girl, that was sure but you also didn't fit any other stereotype, making your beauty unique...

One thing was sure, the few genes that were in your body from your mother made a difference. While you father was more muscular, you were more plump, chubby. You father never bodyshamed you but he did made your exercise but you could never lose the weight, you weren't unhealthy you just... Couldn't change your body and surgery was out of question, your father never needed one, why would you?

One day, you decided to try modelling. Starting at something small since you didn't liked the spotlights, you model for a local clothes store that were looking for bigger model and just your last name made them immediately accept you. You just took a few photos and done, you made great money and was happy.

You decided to buy something sweet before going back home, you get inside a ice-cream parlor and orders your favorite milkshake and some donuts. You sit down on one of the comfy pink chairs and starts eating... Then, this wall of a man walks in, he had a long wavy ginger hair, a tired expression and glasses on, he was handsome, you can't deny it. He orders some sundae and sits down, waiting.

He takes off a sketchbook and starts sketching some poses and expressions. You decides to be nosy and peeks on it but he notices and closes the notebook, "oh sorry- I'm...I was just intrigued... Sorry." You apologizes, thinking you might have made him uncomfortable but then his sundae is ready and he stands up to grab it and then walks out of the parlor. You sigh and goes back to your donut.

You finished and just then you noticed, the man had forgotten his sketchbook. You grab it and opens it, he had a lot of drawings there, that man had so much talent, hot and smart? That's your type. His signature was almost unreadable but you can make a few letter out of it and assumes its something along the lines of 'König'... Well, king. You assume it's just a nickname, a bunch of artists has those artistic names just to be easily recognized and such. You liked how that sounds, 'König'...

You grabbed his sketchbook and starts walking around the city, looking for him but you couldn't find him anywhere, he could've took an Uber and already be in another city and you were there, with his random guy sketchbook... You take a closer look and finds at one of the last pages, 'If lost — call (xxxxxxxx)' and then a phone number. You dial the number on your cellphone and after a few seconds, it's accepted.

"Hello?" "Hello, hm... Is this König?" "Ja." You gulps, this man had only spoke two words and you were already falling in love with his deep voice.

"Uh... You were at the ice cream parlor earlier and you forgot your sketchbooks, I'm waiting here on front of it, I'm with it." You explains and it goes silent for a while. "Scheisse..." Then, he hangs out, leaving you confused. You assume he's coming, so you stay there.

...

You get distracted by your phone, spending time on whatever social media you were until you heard a raspy voice behind you, "Hey." You jump in surprise, looking at the guy behind... It was the big guy, "oh hey..." You replies and he reaches out for the sketchbook, in which you give him.

You two stare at each other until you can see him frowning under the mask, "You're... Anton's daughter?" He questions and you nods, his eyes widen slightly. "Mein gott... You're identical to him." He says, a bit amazed, you were beautiful but he thought you would be somewhere else, at a fancier ice cream parlor, where the ice creams would be so expensive a commoner like him wouldn't never even feel the sweet taste of the cold dessert... But you were in front of him, at a mediocre at best ice cream parlor, looking up at him with your pretty eyes.

"Everyone says that, you're not the first." You spoke, smiling up at him. "Oh by the way, what's your name? I saw here that is König but-" "Call me that." "Uh?" "König... My name is König." He interrupts you a few times, making you chuckles. "Well... You aleady know my name." You replies and he nods, "Who doesn't?" He jokes and laughs softly, making you giggle.

You look up at him. He wasn't an ugly guy, no, he was quite handsome actually, his smile was even prettier, the scar on his lips was such a charm and his tired eyes were so hypnotizing... You noticed you were staring for too long and looks back down, blushing slightly, getting embarrassed. "Sorry- I-i...I'm just intrigued, you're so tall and big." You excuses, gesturing confused, trying to explain yourself. He shakes his head, "I don't care." He says, a bit harshly, "I need to go, delete my number. Bye." He starts walking away before you could say goodbye back and question why he wanted you to delete his number... But you do as what he asked.

⚝

A few weeks passed by after the unusual encounter with the scary big artist guy at the ice cream parlor. You went to that same ice cream parlor practically everyday after modeling but he never came back.

One day, you were walking in the park, just looking around, petting some cats here and there, watching the ducks swimming and then you notice that same guy, with a canvas, painting the lake with the duck. He had his hair tied back this time, he notices you at the other side of the lake and looks at you for a moment before going back to the canvas. You quietly approached him, you weren't the only one watching him paint, 2 or 3 more people watching, one of them with a child but you were the only one there when he finished, at 6pm.

He stares at it. He doesn't look like someone that likes what he sees as he frowns slightly. "I think it looks good." You steps in, looking at the painting, a gentle breeze passing by, making you shiver, "oh, I forget how cold Austria can be sometimes..." You says, a bit embarrassed. He doesn't even look at you as he keeps eyeing the canvas, trying to figure how what he did wrong. He stares at it for a few minutes until it clicked... The ducks, he forgot the ducks but it was already late and he had to come back tomorrow to try again. He starts packing his thing while you rambled, he wasn't even paying attention. He walks away without looking at you.

"Rude..." You sighs and whispers to yourself until another cold breeze comes and you start running back home desperately.

Your father was at the living room when you got back home, "You forgot your hoodie?" He says, not taking the eyes out of the book he was reading, "I didn't know it would be that cold today." You replies. "It was all over the news, tonight it's a snow night." Your father says and before you could reply, he interrupts, "The bathtub it's filled with warm water, go take a shower, you smell bad." He complains. You rolls your eyes and goes to the bathroom.

You grab your cellphone before stepping into the bathtub, you always liked listening to music while cleaning yourself — even if your father complained —, you put on your favorite playlist but then, you receive a message. It was the clothe store you modelled for the last time.

"Hey, are you free next weekend? We need you to model some new skirts, shirts and sweaters for our winter season." It reads, you reply with a 'yes' and they send you the informations about the time and place.

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The week passed by like a minute and it was already the weekend. You got ready for the photoshoot, took a shower, the hairstylists fixed your hair and you went to try on the new clothes, they were cute and really warm, the skirts had warm shorts sew on them, making a good job on protection and keeping the person warm, the sweaters were cute and really, really warm, the long sleeved shirts had a cute print on it. The photoshoot was at the park, they closed an area of the park so you could take the photos, you were really nervous since a lot of people were watching you pose and the snow was making everything harder, the cameraman having to often clean the lenses even with the lense protection because the thin snow was getting underneath it.

Everything went well, the photos were pretty, you were amazing and the clothes were ready to be sold, you even got a few of them! You were getting ready to leave the park when someone approached you... It was the big guy from a few days ago. He just... Stared at you, he hands you a paper and then walk away, he didn't even ran, he just... Simply, walked away, leaving you confused.

You opened the paper and it was... A bunch of sketches of the poses you were making during the photoshoot and a big sketch of you, even the smallest detail of the skirt and oh god, how did he made the sweater look so comfy with just a bunch of lines? Your eyes were practically shining, impressed by the amount of details. You noticed a phone number on the back of the paper, 'call me.' it says. You think for a moment and puts the paper on your backpack carefully.

⚝

It was 10pm when you got home, exhausted. The day was filled with you and the editor of the magazine of the clothe store, he was a new guy there and was always asking for your feedback, the only problem was that he talked a lot! He was talented, amazing, but he just couldn't shut up for a minute and you had to listen to his annoying rambling for hours to the point you started having a headache.

When you got home, you took some headache meds and took a warm shower, cleaned your hair and put on your pajamas. You practically jumped on the bed, the warm temperature of your room making you immediately fall asleep.

⚝

You woke up at 7am Went to the kitchen and you found a note, from your father, 'I went to Mödling, gonna meet a woman. Take care of yourself. There's money on my room, be safe and smart.' it wrote. You rolls your eyes and sighs, your father was always like this, went to another place, minutes, hours or even days away just to meet someone, it always annoyed you but you couldn't do anything, you're in your 20s and he was in his 50s, changing him wasn't easy and he absolutely loved his car, you think he loves that car more than he loves you... But at 7am?! He was crazy.

Anyway, you made some breakfast for yourself, something simple as you were just going to stay at home today. You were planning to just lay around and watch TV the whole day, you really wanted to watch that new series on Netflix... But then you remembered the paper the big guy gave you and the number on it. You decided to message him while you ate, not really thinking he would answer you, it was 7am after all...

'Hey, it's Anton's daughter, the model girl :) how are you?' you sends and then goes back to eating.

It took a few minutes but he texted back, 'hey'... Dry and simple as always. You two texted for a few minutes until he eventually went straight to the point.

'i need a model and I saw you at the park, you're perfect for what i want to do, how much do you ask for an hour?' He sends, you were taken by surprise, he wants you to model for him? Yeah, sure, whatever, that's what it's paying for bills for a long time now. 'how much are you willing to pay?' '€30/hour.' you think for a moment, €30 is fine but you don't know how long it is going to take... So you ask. 'How long it would take?' '4-5 hours.' oh wow, that was a quick response, he probably already has all your questions answered and you're just wasting your time now.

'when and where?' 'today at 10am, at the local museum, i have a room for myself there, it has cameras, you can call a friend if you want if it makes your feel safer with me, I just want to get my work done.' another quick response, you send him a thumbs up and he answered with an 'okay'.

You finished eating, washed the dishes, did your bed, organized the living room and took a shower, you don't often shave but you decided to shave your legs, arms and armpits. Exfoliating your skin gently and then using the soft razor that was like a massage on your skin, soft and gentle, then moisturizing with a cream for post-shave that smelled so good you were addicted.

It was 9:40am, you got dressed with something simple, simple jeans short, a white shirt and some comfortable shoes and socks, everything so simple that if someone saw you at the streets they couldn't even know your dad is one of the most famous men in Austria. You got into your bike and starts riding to the museum while listening to some music.

You arrived at the museum at 9:57am, took off your headphones and headed inside, König was there, waiting for you. You two looked at each other. "Hey." You says and he motions for you to follow him. He leads you to a backroom, filled with art supplies such as empty canvas, paints, a bunch of brushes, chair and such.

He takes a deep breath, "take off your clothes." He says, shocking you. Like, you don't even know his real name and he wants to see you naked?... Yeah, sure, that's what being a model means. You nods and takes off your clothes, staying on your bra and panties. He stares at your body for a moment but it doesn't look like he's looking at you lustful or like something sexual but rather as something to be studied and adored. He nods and explains you how to pose.

He sits you in the edge of a chair, putting your hands on your knees, 'the palms down' he repeats, tilting your head a bit to the left side, letting your hair fall in your shoulders, placing the right leg over the left one and arching your spine a bit.

After 40 minutes or so, you couldn't tell the time, you started to get bored, he wasn't talking to you and making small talk was useless, that man was concentrated and didn't want to talk. "Hey." You say and he doesn't even look at you, "hey... Heeey!!" He then looks at you, sounding a bit frustrated, "what?" "Can you turn the TV on? I'm bored." He sighs and turns on the TV, putting on a random sitcom. It was good, too good, you starts chuckling and giggling at the bad jokes, smiling and probably ruining the neutral expression he wanted you to keep.

He shakes his head, "You seem to be enjoying yourself." He commented, not leaving his eyes out of you and the canvas. "It's not everyday i pose practically naked for an artist i met at an ice cream parlor." You answered and he even smiles a bit.

"Thats true." He replies and continues on the painting, after a few minutes, you opened your mouth again. "Do you work with your art?" You asks, he nods, "I do commissions, people pay me to paint then and I have my own little exhibition on the museum." He replies, brushing the canvas talentedly, seeming a bit more good humored.

"Do you paint a lot of naked people or is it just me?" You asks, smiling and König laughs a bit. "I've had my fair share of naked paintings, you're not the first one and probably not the last." He laughed but it didn't last long until his cold expression came back. His expressions change so quickly it's actually impressive.

⚝

You were getting tired, your butt was hurting of sitting down on that goddamn chair for so long and your hand was itching and the sitcom was getting bored, how long has it passes? 2 hours, 3 hours? Before you could fall asleep, König speaks, "We are gonna do a pause now, it's..." He looks at the clock, "It's 1pm, I'm gonna get us some lunch. Put your back on if you wish." He stated and put the brush and palette he was using on the table next to the canvas. You grab your clothing and puts it back on, it was good to put your clothes back on, you stepped outside and... Oh, it was snowing again and you didn't had your hoodie with you, damn.

You followed König to a cafeteria, it was a simple and cute little place with not a lot of people and a cheap selfservice. You got just spaghetti and orange juice and König... His plate was a mess, honestly, and he was drinking water. You decided to start some small talk, "How old are you?" You ask. "32." He replied, more focused on eating than answering you, you nodded, taking the hint that he doesn't want to talk but at least now you know his age. And you two got back to the museum after eating at 1:40pm.

⚝

Hours passed by like a minute and all of a sudden, he was finished with the painting and you were tired and it was just 5pm! He grabbed the canvas to the outside to dry while you put your clothes back on and drank some water. You went outside to the garden, where he was with the painting and you finally got a look at the canva... It was amazing, beautiful, you were mesmerized, your eyes shining but then, the cold breeze hits you again, slapping you out of your state, "Oh, shit-" you complained, hugging yourself to keep warm.

König looks at you and sighed, he approached you and took off his jacket and wrapped it around you, "I'll take you home. It's not safe to ride a bike in the snow." He says and leads you outside, you nods and follows him, putting on his warm jacket. He opens the car's door to you, what a gentleman.

You tell him his address and he starts driving, the bike on the car trunk, the warmer of the car keeping you two warm and a music coming out of the radio. It took a few minutes to get home and you the two of you got there, what was just a simple snow turned into a snow storm, you didn't thought twice when you insisted to visit him inside... But he refused.

"I can go home. I'll be fine." He insisted, "No, c'mon, I'll make some coffee for us, I- "I said no." He says, as cold as the snow, he walks away like the first time you two meet at the ice cream parlor. You were frustrated, all of that, he saw you naked, he payed for your food, he drove you home and he wouldn't let you return the favor? "Rude!" You shouts and he turns back to you, looking a you frowning, "What's wrong with you? I just want to help! It's a snow storm, you're gonna get stuck in the snow! Let me return the favor, König!" You shouts, the sound of the wind muffling your voice slightly. He seemed to think for a moment when he starts walking back to you and get inside your house.

König took a deep breath and looks at you as you locked the door and took off your shoes. "Why?" He asks and you looks up at him, "what-" "Why are you helping me? Why do you care?" He interrupts, sounding a bit desperate, damn, who hurt this man? "I couldn't let you freeze outside, you'd die." You replies, turning on the warmer. It was just 6:30pm and you were hungry and delivery was out off limit so you would have to cook. He nods and sits down on the couch, looking nervous.

You went to the kitchen and starts to cut some vegetables, he quietly walks behind you, "can I help?" He offered his help and you give him the meat, "Cut it, season it with salt and add it to the oil in the frying pan." You practically ordered, focused on the vegetables. He does as you asked, you two talk while cooking and you discovered a few things about him. He was single, served the army for 10 years, was an only child and was allergic to peanuts and some other things. His smile was beautiful and his long hair falling on his broad shoulders was so handsome... He was handsome!

You and König sat down to eat looking at each other, "Hm- you put too much salt on the meat." You commented and he smiles, "sorry." He apologizes. You two eat mostly in silence and it was already 7:50pm when the plates were empty and the dishes were clean. You helped König organize the guest room for him, finally fixing the broken warmer of the room with his help, you gave him a disposable toothbrush and grabbed a few clothes from your dad so König could shower.

It was 9:20pm, König was sleeping and you were on your room... Feeling a warm sensation on your chest, it was love, it was obvious but you don't know if he loves you back, he was so hard to understand, difficult to read. You took a deep breath and tried to relax, you fell asleep after some long minutes.

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You woke up at 8am and went to the living room, you saw König getting ready to leave. He looks at you, "Hey." He says, "Thank you for letting me sleep here tonight." He added, you nods. You approached him and gives him a hug, "Be safe out there, okay?" You says and he returns the hug, in a bold movement, he kisses you forehead and smiles, "Bye... Can you open the door?" You nods, blushing slightly, you open the door and steps ouside, the snow practically melted, he waves at you and smiles, "Bye!" You waves back, smiling and blushing. You close the door and sighs happily, your heart beating fast, your face red and a dumb smile on your face.

Well, you have things to do, so it's best to forget him for now. For now.

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[munsonsmixtapes]

Wanna Bet?

tattoo artist!Eddie x tattoo artist!reader

Summary: You don't like Eddie, but he's going to convince you that you do, even if it takes a bet to prove it.

This takes places in the year 2,000!

word count: 4k

This series is being discontinued until further notice, but feel free to continue reading if you'd like!

part two part three part four

You stared at the door in front of you, the hours that were painted onto it staring back at you. Maybe if you had stood there long enough, the place would’ve closed and you could just leave. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. You had more tattoos than anyone you knew so this one should’ve been a breeze. 

Maybe it was because it was a new place. There were new people you didn’t really know yet. The tattoo shop where you had worked had shut down because of a fire and you were still in shock because of it. So not only had you lost your job, but the appointment you had set up with Kip, the owner, had been canceled. He was the only one you trusted so you were hesitant when he had given you a referral. You didn’t care if it was a friend of his, you were still nervous as shit. 

Your hand rested on the door handle. You couldn’t get yourself to open it, bile climbing up your throat. You were terrified to say the least, anxiety coursing through you as you thought of every possible thing that could’ve gone wrong. 

You had your consultation with Gareth weeks ago and had called to reschedule because you had been scared, but now you were ready. It was just a small tattoo and Gareth had assured you that he’d go easy on you and you could take as many breaks as you wanted. You were looking forward to working with him despite your nervousness. 

You finally went inside and the whole place was very tidy despite the sketchy looking exterior. It definitely seemed like whoever owned the place knew exactly how to make people feel comfortable. There was a seating area by the front door with a large couch and a coffee table with a bunch of magazines spread out on it neatly. 

A coffee bar was sitting by the front desk, complete with a freshly brewed pot and an array of mugs that fit the aesthetic of the building. There were also different types of sweeteners and a small refrigerator that was filled with many different brands of bottled water as well as multiple different flavors of coffee creamer. 

The walls were covered in framed sketches and you wished you had the time to look at them all, fascinated by the details of each one. Rock music was playing loudly over the speakers and it was a song that you had recognized from the radio. 

You walked up to the reception desk and the same guy you had remembered from before was behind it typing away on the computer. He looked up at you and gave you a bright smile as if you were old friends. 

He was on the phone with who you assumed was a customer and it didn’t seem to be going well just from hearing his side of the conversation. 

“Yes, I am so sorry, Rebecca. Believe me, it won’t happen again. Yes, he knows all about it. Yes, I’ll tell him. You have my word. Alright. Buh-bye.” He hung up the phone and brought his attention to you, a bright smile on his face. 

“Hey, so sorry about that. Welcome in,” he greeted, his honey eyes shining bright from the sun shining through the window. “How can I help you?” 

“I have an appointment.” You gave him your first and last name and he typed some stuff into the computer before looking back up at you. You eyed him and couldn’t help but notice how out of place he looked there. He didn’t have a single tattoo on him and looked like he would’ve been scared to actually step foot into the building. 

“Alright, y/n,” his smile widened and you wondered if his cheeks ever hurt from doing that as often as he seemed to do. “If you’ll follow me, we can-“ His words were cut off by the front door opening. It was slammed shut so loudly that the frames on the wall rattled. Whoever had just entered had wanted to make an entrance and it clearly had worked since everyone had turned to see what all the commotion was about. Both you and the receptionist turned to see for yourselves to see the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on. 

“I’m back, baby,” he announced, holding his arms out. Your eyes trailed down his body from his long curly hair to his black combat boots. He was so attractive and you wondered how you had never seen him before. You definitely would have remembered him if you had. The receptionist made a beeline for him as well as a few of the employees. It was clear that the man had been gone a while considering everyone’s reaction to him. He must have been pretty popular around there. 

“Steve, hug me, honey,” he pulled ‘Steve’ into his arms and pressed a kiss to his cheek only for Steve to rub it away in response. Despite his disgust, you could hear a little giggle fall from his mouth. Was this man God? He must have been because no one would react that way to a mediocre man, would they? At least, you hoped not. You hoped they all had higher standards than that. 

He took a drag of the cigarette he was holding and flashed you a smile before crossing the floor to the desk. The smoke passed through his lips and into the air and he titled his head down, his eyes locking onto yours. 

You knew his type just by looking at him. He was the life of the party. The kind of guy who thought that everyone was into him just because of his giant ego. And they were into him because of the way he carried himself. Like he didn’t give a damn about anything. And he didn’t. Not even the people who he claimed to be friends with. 

You could see him eyeing you when he stepped behind the desk, going through the envelopes that had been sitting on top of it. When most men checked you out, you’d pull your shirt down to show them a little cleavage, but for this guy, you just wrapped your cardigan around yourself, wanting to hide your body. He didn’t seem amused but wasn’t backing off. 

It was as if seeing the man had brought your confidence back. Like you were no longer the shy woman you had been just moments ago. Being around men who were full of themselves tended to do that to you. It was as if you felt the need to one up them, having more confidence than they did. You wanted to show that you had superiority. 

You turned your back to him, looking at the frames on the wall as you waited for your appointment to get straightened away. You didn’t have anywhere to be until you had to work later that night so you supposed that you could’ve waited just a bit longer. 

Your eyes locked onto one in particular. It was a sunflower and you normally wouldn’t have noticed it if it hadn’t stood out amongst all the other images that were far more dark subject matter. It was pretty and so realistic, like you could have reached out and plucked it from the painting. 

“Who’s the babe?” Eddie leaned over to Steve, whispering so he was the only one who could hear him. They both looked at you and you just avoided them, still looking at the frames. 

“She’s a client,” Steve replied, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He loved the guy, but sometimes he couldn’t help but think that Eddie was nothing but a pig. “Jesus, Eddie. You just got back home and already can’t keep your dick in your pants?” 

“I’m human,” Eddie smirked, his eyes moving down to your ass, admiring the shape of it before turning back to Steve. “Sue me. I mean, look at her man,” he referred to you with his hand. “Look at that ass.” He leaned closer to Steve, pulling his lip between his teeth as he turned back to you to get another glimpse. 

“Did you miss the word ‘client’ coming out of my mouth? I’m serious, Ed, you can’t keep sleeping with them. It not only makes you look bad, it also makes the company look bad.” 

The shop had gotten multiple phone calls that Steve had the unfortunate pleasure of being on the receiving end of because that had been the phone number he has given the people he had slept with because he hadn’t deemed them important enough to give them his home number. 

Not only that, but Steve had walked in on too many of Eddie’s “meetings” in his office and was sick of the guy making a habit of it. Could he have not slept with them in his car or at his house like a normal person? 

He was getting tired of the new persona Eddie had taken on as he had gotten more popular. It was fine when he had gotten the motorcycle and when he flirted a little with the clients to make them more comfortable, but he drew the line at him acting like the complete dickhead he had become, using people for their bodies just to throw them away when he was done. 

“I just want to-“

“You want to what?” Steve cut him off “Seduce her?”

“Maybe,” Eddie rounded the desk. “We’ll see where it goes.” Steve grabbed onto the back of his jacket and pulled him back, causing Eddie to let out a yelp. 

“Not so fast,” Steve shook his head. 

“I just want to say hi,” Eddie held his hands up in defense even though the both of them knew that he was lying. 

“Saying ‘hi’ leads to flirting which leads to seducing which leads to ‘your place or mine’ which leads to you saying you’ll call and then you never do. I’ve been keeping a tally of all the people who have called here because you were an ass.” Steve held up the notebook he had been writing it and Eddie’s eyes widened. 

“Five, ten, fifteen, twenty-“ Eddie counted of the tallies to himself, not even trying to hold back his smile.  

“Forty-five, Eddie,” Steve cut him off with a glare. 

“Forty-five,” Eddie repeated, a smirk kicking up at the corner of his rosy lips. 

“And this is just with clients,” he sighed, throwing the book down “Look, you can fuck whoever you want as long as they’re not seeking business from us.” 

“Steve-“

“No,” he pointed at his friend with the pencil he was holding. “If I find out that you did anything but greet her as the owner, I swear to god I will castrate you.” Eddie’s eyes widened at Steve’s threat but only for a second before his smirk took over again. 

“But what if-“

“No, this isn’t a challenge. I mean it, if you even so much as bat your eyelashes at her, I’m going to make sure that you can never use your dick again.”

“Are you coming on to me?” Eddie batted his eyelashes. That had only happened once and they both just decided that they were better off as friends. “Damn, Stevie. I didn’t know you felt that way about me.” Steve had felt that way about Eddie once upon a time, but not anymore. Especially not since Eddie started solely thinking with his dick. 

“You’re disgusting,” Steve glared before turning back to the computer. “Now leave me alone.” 

“Happy to.” Eddie rounded the desk and made a beeline to you. He had no intention of keeping Steve’s promise and seeing the look you gave him only made him want to flirt with you even more. He had to do what he could to get the sour look off of your face. 

Unbeknownst to Eddie, you had heard his entire conversation with Steve, neither of them quite knowing what an “inside voice” was. It didn’t surprise you that Eddie would fuck anyone who was human, and it especially didn’t surprise you that most of them were clients. If you hadn’t already gone through the consultation, you would have walked right out of there. 

Fat chance if he thought he was going to get with you, but you were going to have some fun with him first. You were going to knock him down a few pegs. It was what he deserved for having whoever he wanted just because he was famous in the tattoo industry. 

“Hi,” he propped himself against the wall and you had to hold back a laugh at his flirting attempt. How could that have worked on anyone? 

“Hi,” you nodded towards him then turned back to face the frames. 

“I’m Eddie,” he put his hand out to shake and you reluctantly took it, not wanting to be rude to owner of the establishment no matter how much you wanted to tell him to fuck off. 

“Y/n,” you replied and his smile got wider. You had to admit that it was really nice. You could see at least how that worked for him. 

“Y/n,” he nodded, saying it slowly, focusing on each syllable as they fell from his lips. “That’s pretty.”

“Thanks.”

“You know, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here. And trust me, I’d remember someone as smokin’ as you.” That didn’t actually work on people, did it? That didn’t actually get him into people’s pants. 

“If anyone’s smokin’ here, it’s you,” you winked and wondered how you could have submitted your name to the Academy to be nominated for an Oscar for your performance. 

“So what brings you here, darlin’?” He crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side like a curious puppy. He almost looked  adorable. Almost. 

“I have an appointment with Gareth.” Of fucking course. Eddie took a vacation and now Gareth was getting all the pretty girls. Sometimes, life just wasn’t fair. 

“Oh,” he nodded. “I can take you to him.” 

“Okay, Edwin.” You walked ahead of him to head to wherever Gareth could have possibly been and Eddie took another opportunity to stare at your ass. The way your jeans clung to it. The way it moved when you walked. He needed to feel it, skin against skin. He just knew that it would have been soft. He desperately wanted to give it a little slap, but even he knew that wouldn’t have been appropriate. Even for him 

“It’s Eddie,” he corrected and you didn’t bother to look back at him when you spoke. 

“Sure, Eduardo.” He wasn’t used to women acting this way and he’d have been lying if he said he didn’t like it. He actually thought it was kind of hot. 

He was right behind you when you stopped abruptly at Gareth’s station. Eddie had been so busy staring that ran right into you and had to grab onto your shoulders to stop the both of you from falling to the floor. 

He let out a chuckle but you just ignored him, keeping your attention on Gareth. His face lit up when he saw you and he couldn’t help but smile as well. You hadn’t forgotten your flirty consultation and the way he looked at you from across the desk. Like he had wanted to take you right there and you would have let him. 

You had imagined running your hands through his curly hair, pressing your lips to his roughly, sticking your tongue into his mouth. Hearing his moans when you touched him in just the right spots. 

Eddie looked between the two of you and he didn’t like what he saw. The way you were smiling at each other, the flirty glint in your eyes. Whatever was going on had to be nipped right in the bud. If he couldn’t have you, no could. Not even Gareth. Especially not Gareth. 

“Hey, cutie,” you greeted, resting your hands on his table and Gareth just blushed. He wasn’t used to getting attention from people, at least not romantically. And when you had showed up and openly flirted with him, he could have sworn it was a joke. But seeing you then, he realized that you hadn’t been joking at all. 

“Hey,” he responded, a small smile forming on his lips. “How are you?”

“I’m great. And you?”

“I’m fantastic. Especially now that you’re here.” You giggled at his words, causing his blush to get pinker. Eddie watched the two of you for a bit longer then looked around the room for a trash can he could throw up in. 

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” You leaned closer and Eddie quickly turned away. No way in hell he was subjecting himself to seeing the two of you kiss. 

“Well, I’m ready when you are,” Gareth smiled and sat down in his chair, rolling it closer to the bench. 

“I’m ready now,” you nodded, sitting on the bench and Eddie took that as a sign to actually do his tasks that he had been putting off for far too long. 

———

“Gareth,” you gasped as you looked at your fresh ink in the mirror. It was a Sting from Lord of the rings and it was exactly what you wanted. He was somehow able to get it exactly how you imagined it. “This is fucking amazing.” 

“Really? You like it?” He had a sheepish smile on his face that you could see perfectly in the reflection. He was just so cute. And sweet. The complete opposite of the other guys you had been with. The complete opposite of Eddie. 

“I love it.” You turned around to face him and before you could stop yourself, you were throwing yourself into his arms. They were quick to wrap around your waist tightly. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he smiled, making no move to let go of you. “I’m glad it was what you wanted.” 

“It’s perfect. Really.” Gareth had never gotten that kind of reaction from one of his clients. They usually just thanked him and paid before leaving. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, pulling away from him. “That was totally inappropriate.” 

“No,” he assured you. “It’s okay. I…liked it.” 

“Well, good.”

“C‘mon,” he nodded his head towards the front of the shop. “Let’s get your care instructions.”

You followed him to the front desk where Steve was still typing away on the computer. Eddie was beside him, going through some envelopes. He looked up at you and Gareth and didn’t miss your close proximity, your shoulders touching. He supposed that if you ended up with anyone, it should have been Gareth. He would have treated you right and wouldn’t have just wanted to fuck you like Eddie did. 

Eddie didn’t do relationships. He just liked to get laid and have no other connection to the people. That was the only way he could do it. Thinking about being romantic with someone made him feel gross. It made him want to laugh. He only had enough love in his life for his few friends and Wayne. 

You didn’t do relationships either, but you felt like if you played your cards right, you’d be able to start something with Gareth. He was sweet and he liked you and you didn’t get that weird feeling in your gut when you were around him. That feeling that always told you that the person was bad news. And it was always right. Maybe Gareth would end up being the right guy for you. Or maybe he wouldn’t, but you were willing to find out. 

“Well, let me see!” Steve exclaimed and you turned around, stepping closer to the desk. He leaned over it to get a better look, a wide smile spreading over his face. “That’s sick…what is it?”

“C’mon, Steve. It’s from Lord of the Rings,” Eddie replied. 

“That’s what it’s from?” Gareth asked, turning to you. “I thought it was just a dagger.”

“It’s Sting. It was an Elven short-sword made in Gondolin during the First Age,” you told them. 

“Bilbo discovered it in the year TA2941 in a Troll-hoard, and used it during the Quest of Erebor,” Eddie finished, a smirk forming on his lips. He had met many women who like Lord of the Rings and had even done a few tattoos, but he liked the fact that you were so passionate about it. 

“God, you guys are such fucking nerds,” Steve scoffed. “How do you know that from memory?”

“How do you not?” You and Eddie asked in unison, causing you both to laugh. 

“Alright,” Steve turned to you. “Your total is going to be-“

“Actually, it’s on the house, right Stevie?” Gareth asked and Steve just let out a sigh. 

“Sure, I uh, I guess it’s on the house.” With how many times Eddie had done the same thing, the company had surely lost a lot of money, but Steve supposed he could make an exception. Gareth had been shot down so many times that Steve thought he at least deserved to let one girl get her tattoo for free. 

“Oh, you don’t have to,” you shook your head vigorously. You always wanted to make sure that people were getting paid properly for their work. Especially tattoo artists because that kind of thing took a lot of time and patience. “I think Gareth should be compensated for his hard work.” 

“I can be compensated in other ways,” Gareth winked at you and Eddie feigned throwing up while Steve smiled. He was just happy that the guy was finally getting some attention. He always seemed to fade into the background when Eddie was around. People always seemed to care about him and Steve felt bad for Gareth. That he was always stuck in his best friend’s shadow. He hated it for him. 

“Sounds like a plan,” you winked back. “Maybe I could repay you tonight.” Gareth liked that idea. He liked that idea a lot.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Eddie put his hand over his mouth and disappeared behind the door that was behind him. 

“I’d like that,” Gareth nodded, stepping towards you, the two of you completely ignoring Eddie. He was just jealous that he wasn’t on the receiving end of the flirting this time. He was always a sore loser even though he frequently tried to deny it. He loved Gareth. Like a brother, even. But he couldn’t help but feel jealous that the guy was getting your attention. He didn’t know why, but the fact that you didn’t seem to be interested in him only made him want to try harder. He wanted to prove himself that he could get you into bed. 

You grabbed a blank piece of paper and pen from the desk and scribbled down your phone number and address before handing it to him. He took it from you and quickly took his cell phone out of his pocket, quickly typing in the numbers and saving it under a cutesy nickname. 

“So you’ll come over after you get done here?”

“I definitely will,” he nodded.

“Great,” you smiled and Gareth could have sworn that he was feeling his knees giving out. You then leaned closer to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you tonight, Emerson.”

After you were all set, you pulled Gareth into a lingering hug then exited the shop, the man watching you through the glass as you headed down the street. He had only had a few conversations with you and was already down bad. Why did he have to always fall so easily? He knew that you’d drop him for Eddie with one bat of his lashes so he didn’t even know why he was trying. 

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe you really did like him. Maybe this wasn’t all just an elaborate plan for you to get to Eddie like he had thought. He couldn’t even keep track of how many times that had happened to him and he was sick of it. What was wrong with him? Cleary something since he was never anyone’s first choice. But for once, he was yours. He was your first choice and he couldn’t have been more elated about it. 

You got to your car and was shocked to find Eddie leaning against it. He was smoking a cigarette and you hated how you kind of found it hot. But only kind of. He was leaning against the driver’s seat door, preventing you from getting in it and he looked like he had no intention of leaving any time soon. He gave you his signature smile and you smiled back, not wanting to show just how much he was getting to you. 

“So,” he spoke, blowing the smoke from his mouth and it wafted right into your face, causing you to cough. “You and Emerson, huh?” He used his cigarette to point to the building. 

“Yes,” you nodded, waving the smoke away from your face. “But I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” You crossed your arms over your chest, wondering why he cared so much. He could have anyone he wanted from what you had heard so you weren’t sure why he was so set on hitting on an almost taken woman.

“It’s my business because Gareth is my best friend and I’ll be damned if anyone hurts him.” He pushed off of the car and stood directly in front of you, attempting to look intimidating, but fell flat. You weren’t scared of anything, especially not Eddie Munson. 

Eddie really didn’t care who Gareth spent his time with, especially not romantically, but you weren’t one of the soft, innocent looking girls that the guy usually went for. Eddie just wanted to make sure that you were good for him. And maybe the way of seeing whether or not that was true was sleeping with you, but that was going to take a lot more effort than usual. But Eddie always liked a challenge. 

Usually, showing a woman just what she was missing after the initial shut down wasn’t a problem. He turned on the charm and was as nice as possible until he got what he wanted. He didn’t know why you wouldn’t just give in. He was sure that he could make you feel much more than Gareth ever could and he’d do it so much better. Gareth was less experienced than him and was seriously lacking in flirting skills so stealing you away would have been a breeze. It wouldn’t be long before you were racing into his arms, telling him that you had been wrong all along. And he couldn’t wait. 

“If anyone’s hurting Gareth, it’s you,” you crossed your arms over your chest. Those words stung Eddie more than they should have, but he wasn’t going to show it. “You just can’t stand the fact that someone prefers him over you. Gareth is sweet and caring and guess what? He’s also much more of a man than you will ever be. So fuck off and go find someone else to screw with because it sure as hell won’t be me.” You pushed him out of the way and got into your car before pulling out of your parking space and heading down the road. 

Eddie watched in shock as you drove away. No one had even spoken to him like that and he’d have been lying if he said that if didn’t make his dick hard. What was wrong with him? He hadn’t always been a pig. Once upon a time, he was actually a nice guy, but then he got just a sliver of fame in the tattoo industry and thought he could treat everyone any way he wanted. He had quickly become the kind of guy that he had usually despised and didn’t even care that his friends were getting tired of him. 

It was like an addiction. He had slept with one person and then another and then another and it was like he couldn’t stop. Now he couldn’t go a couple weeks without having someone between his sheets. It was getting to the point that he didn’t even really enjoy it, but he was so desperate for attention that he’d take home anyone that he could just so he wouldn’t have to sleep by himself and be alone with his thoughts. 

Eddie hung his head and reluctantly headed back inside. Gareth was still at the front desk and Eddie gave him a glare before heading to his office for some much needed alone time. He couldn’t let Gareth know that he had gotten to him. That would have just been embarrassing. Eddie thought that he was better than him in every way and didn’t like that he had gotten the girl for once. He had lost and hated the way the rejection felt. It was like a stab to the heart and he finally knew how his best friend had felt watching him leave with all of those different people. It was torture, but that still didn’t mean that he was just going to let him have you. He still had a point to prove, no matter what it took.

[lilacgaby]

Gworly I've requested this to two people already and no one made😭(third time's the charm?)

But yeah is it alr if I request a bakugo OR/AND touya × Fem reader? (You can do either, or both. Totally upto you)

So the reader has strict parents + she's really really really insecure? Like this is kinda self indulgent but is it okay for me to ask or angst?? (I love destroying my brain) Like the reader is chubby and short and really insecure + her parents say smth which makes her even more insecure. She only has one close friend and she feels like they're growing apart. That's when katsuki/touya find out that reader has a crush on em through the doodles in her class notes (she forgot to take home ) and when they try to return it, they find her crying in her dorm(or room, if ur doing touya) then she kinda vents out her loneliness and they try to help her out?

I personally feel like this req is kinda long so you can do either one instead of both.

Tysm!! It's alright if you don't write about it, I still appreciate it!

Lot's of love, thanks again <3

it seemed nothing was going right for you.

you've failed another test. in reality, you just got a b, but that was unacceptable by your family's standards. you knew they'd take away your phone if they found out, so you just kept it under wraps.

standards were high everywhere, and you couldn't help but to compare yourself to everyone. people like momo, who were both brains and beauty? it made you feel horrible, the green bug of jealousy a constant presence in your life now.

you were shy too, so you didn't really have a way to let out your feelings. your friends from junior high didn't make it into U-A, and they've slowly stopped talking to you. stopped replying to your texts, stopped answering your calls, stopped inviting you places. and while the girls were all sweet to you and invited you out with them, it always tugged in the back of your mind that they were doing it out of obligation. passing by isn't the same as being a real friend after all.

the only solace you found was from sketching. should you have been focusing on the lecture mr. aizawa said was really important for the next exam? yeah, but you were just so out of it.

you finally started to take basic notes of the subject when the bell rang, you sighed and quickly got your bags and almost ran out of class, leaving your book of 'notes' splayed out on your desk.

katsuki noticed it, everyone else had already left at this point, so he couldn't just hand it to one of the girls and go on with his day so.. he went over to reach it.

however, he noticed the drawings of him that were randomly drawn around your notes, that he noticed you didn't finish. the drawings ranged from chibi versions of him in his hero outfit, to a sketch of his side profile of when he was taking notes.

he decided to give it back to you, as you now interested him. he almost felt flattered at the way you depicted him.

he was in front of your dorm, about to knock in his usually brazen manner, but the sounds of choked back sobs caught his attention. were you crying? about what?

he knocked gently, and after he heard a bunch of scrambling around the room, you opened your door. your eyes were clearly pink and swollen, still wiping your eyes as you answered. "oh, bakugo? what are you doing here?"

he held out your notebook, making your eyes widen. "you didn-"

"i did. let me in."

you took your notebook and stood to the side, letting him into your room.

he scratched the back of his head, eyeing you. eventually he sighed and just came out with it. "so, i'm not really good at this shit but, what's up with you? you've been acting weird."

you opened your mouth to protest, but he put a hand up. "none of that 'i'm fine' bullshit. i saw how upset you were."

you looked at the floor, feeling tears blur your vision.

he awkwardly held his arms out and you crashed into his arms, your face in his chest, your tears staining his shirt as he held you.

he sat you on your bed, and you relented. telling him everything, about your parents, about how you felt so socially isolated, about how you felt so hopeless when compared to the others in your class.

he sat quietly and proceeded to alleviate some of your stresses one by one. telling you how you were still talented, regardless of a grade. how your parents were in the wrong and that you shouldn't be ashamed. how the girls and the class all spoke highly of you in your absence.

it felt nice to finally be understood, you thought as you rested your head on his shoulder.

[mibkid]

More Lu doodles and uh- extra

just a bunch of them. I'm good at doodling/sketching characters, not so good at doing pointed and fully done illustrations (i say, as if i didn't do that for artfight LISTEN IT IS WHAT IT IS OK)

as usual click on pic for better quality.

A Hyrule!!! and then decided to color him a little on my phone on ibis, for funsies u kno. :D!!

an agreeable FOUR!!!! and Emo Legend

a bit of wild going "Yeesh. Yikes." "Telephone" baking with Wind and Wild; and a Judgy (disgusted?) legend!

Me trying to figure out Times armour and some shirt sketches, of Time and Twi's! here is where i get a bit obessed while trying to figuring these out

If anyone's curious, but cant read my garble, on the shirt page it says: "Times undershirt/tunic" ( side note: I was wrong actually it's the one he wears when they're at LonLon ranch, His actual undershirt doesn't have a high collar.) "Long to his thighs, very end of the butt. Black underpants. Linen? Stretch? Side split." "Twi's undershirt: same fabric for chord.

Now to the extras, still Link stuff but not necessarily Lu related:

Oot Link w the legendary sword, sketch, kinda a w.i.p?

Oot link and Navi times 2!

You can guess that i really like Oot Link. (not related to to which my favorite Lu Links are tho.) HE GET'S ME EMOTIONAL OK. THAT BOY IS SO, skdbskjdbf, i get emotional that poor child. And Navi and Link are such,,, aurgh, it's like an older sister and her little brother, I keep listening to "birds of a feather" and thinking about them, yes yes i know it doesn't fit 100%, but parts of it ok, platonically in this case ofc.. i don't ship Navi and link.

Truly this was just an excuse to obsess over LU, but what can i say? What else would i do here on tumblr?

[ladysavich]

Do you have Cedric headcanons? Or any other headcanons about other players? :0

I decided to make headcanons on both Cedric and rip Staples …cause…why not??Anyways here is a little something for you @williamhandsomeface <3

Cedric general headcanons

 Cedric is a headcanon name made by @williamhandsomeface.

26 years old

Favourite food: Meatball soup

Least favourite: tofu

Idk much about him as a character, but from all the scenes i have seen of him he seems to be a very grumpy and nonchalant guy.

Pretty unphased most of the time

Gotten used to the popularity as a football star and tried his best to not seem rude in front of the new fans

He has gotten backlash for being...too nonchalant and looking like he doesn't care (BRO THATS HIS FACE! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!?)

Pretty close to Rip and Franklin

Used to go shopping in hot topic when he was a kid (still probably goes there from time to time)

Plays the guitar

Definitely got a bunch of sponsors from beauty companies (Mostly for their hair masks)

Has the perfect hair care routine

 I mean look at his hair. I wanna touch it so bad

Teaches the others how to do the perfect base for their makeup

He looks like he carries everything for the team during trips/ games

Sunscreen? He packed 5 Hair gel? He has 3 and one if them being the one that Vlad personally like to use Deodorant? He has 12 Setting spray? He packed 2 each from 10 different brands

Has a really sweet and loving relationship with his mom

This is how his mom sees him

(pls ignore the bad editing, i made this on my sisters computer😭)

Hobbies include: Drawings (mostly small sketches and scenery), or anything related to art in general

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RIP Staples general headcanons

25-26 years old

Romanian

Absolute dumbass

Favourite food: carrot cake

Least favourite: cabbage rolls

I guess that he is supposed to be a mummy?? Like how Vlad is a “vampire”

He has the mind of a 13-year-old boy. 

He looks like he would celebrate having an S/O and sulk when any of his teammates get a girl/ boyfriend.

Probably the only one who doesn't give a shit about his hair and makeup as much as the others

He boasts about how good he looks and how amazing he is …..but then he shuts up when he sees vlad 💀

this guy carries absolutely nothings during matches. He knows that others are gonna be carrying the supplies that he might need so he just has his phone and wallet with him.

Just like Jones he cannot do math.

Can roll his eyes to the back of his head.

He does just to scare his team and sometimes other teams

Kind of a dork.

Looks like he had a phase where he was obsessed with dinosaurs and egyptian relics and stories

Has a big sister (trust me, i just know)

She still calls him her "baby brother"

Hobbies include: Photography, and baking

He has a whole album full of pictures he has taken of his team during practice and while travelling. Including a few pictures with fans

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sorry for posting this super late😓. I hope you still like this. Feel free to write your own headcanons in the replies/ comments.

[speedyartist30]

The Gift pt2

It’s been a couple hours since Ethan left to go to his parent's house. The ai was charging by the wall with its eyes shut. Makalo glared at the robot with a mix of annoyance and fear. What happened last night was still left unanswered and that made him feel paranoid.

“I don’t get it…How did it come back in the house?” He asked Jay in a hushed tone. 

Jay shook his head he wasn’t sure how this thing got in the house or how he didn’t hear it with his enhanced senses. All he knows is this thing doesn’t seem to be fond of them…But why?

“I’m not sure.”

Standing up, Jay walks to the ai and flips it over on its stomach. Makalo cursed and grabbed jays arm to pull him away

“What are you doing?! Did we not just get glared down by this thing! It’s pissed!”

Jay shrugged him off,” I’m checking to see if it’s really off. If it came back on by itself their must be another power source.”

Ignoring Makalos complaints,Jay removed the cover. The switch was still off. 

“See it’s still off.” Jay said calmly. 

Makalo shook his head and took a generous step back, “I don’t care! Just….get away from it.

Standing up Jay studied Makalos face for a few seconds before stepping away from the Ai.

“Makalo, do you want to leave?”

Makalo eyes snapped back to him,“Leave? As in the house?“

Jay nodded,”Yea, I don’t think it’ll do us any good to stay here without knowing this thing’s intentions. We can just leave for today and come back when Ethan does.”

Makalo paused, mindlessly biting his nail he looked back at the robot. It still hasn’t moved.

Taking a breath he gave his head a brief shake and smiled,” Yeah….yeah let’s leave. My parent's house isn’t that far from here we can go there.”

Brightening up at his idea Makalo hurried for his room to call his mom and leaving jay alone with the robot. Jay unplugged the robot and grabbed it by its leg and he walked into the garage. Carefully stepping around some cords Ethan left scattered on the floor Jay opens the garbage bin and peeks inside. 

There was a bunch of abandoned drone parts and wires but even with all that inside the ai shouldn’t have been able to climb out, it was too short. Humming under his  breath in thought, Jay ldropped ai inside.

Closing the top he lifts his hand and sends a small spark of electricity and starts to melt the lid down. Satisfied with his work and wincing at the burning smell jay went back into and locked the door.

Makalo came out his room with a backpack  and his sketch book tucked under his arm.”Ok my mom said we can stay ove- WHERE IS IT!!”

“Calm down I put it back in the garbage.”

“But wh-“

“And I melted the lid down.”

Makalo stared at him for how nonchalantly Jay just said that but shook his head and continued what he was saying earlier.

“Ok….anyway we can stay over at my parent's house I told her the power went out here and since Ethan took the car we are going to take an Uber.”

“Alright, I guess I’ll go pack a bag…Isn't that a lot for one day?”

Grinning, Makalo slips his bag off and pulls out a Nintendo switch. “I have to keep myself entertained somehow.” 

“Fair enough.” Jay mumbles and heads for the stairs,”Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready.”

Unlike his friend, jah packed his bag  light but shoved his suit and boots in the bottom of the bag just in case he needs them before piling his clothes on top to cover it. When he was done he met Makalo at the front door to wait.

When Makalos phone finally dings, he picks it up with a smile,” Well that’s our ride. Let’s go!”

Appearing to be in a better mood, Makalo quickly walks out of the house. Jay stayed behind to cut off the lights and tv. When he went to the garage door he gave it a firm tug to make sure the lock was still in place before quietly walking out of the house  and locking the door behind him.

The ride their was quick as promised and after leaving a tip for the ride they walked up the driveway.At the front door Makalo knocked and behind the door, he can hear the high-pitched voice of his sister.

“Mommy they're here!! Come on! Come on! Open the door!”

“Ok, ok stop before you fall!” A woman replied  

The door opened to reveal Makalos mom. Jay blinked, Makalo looked like an exact copy of her. Same curls and baby blue eyes and all. Stepping aside she lets them in the house with a warm smile

“Sorry for the wait I was cooking. How’s this Makalo?”

“That’s Jay, he’s the guy I told you that moved in with Ethan and I.” Makalo bragged with a nudged to Jays side,”Anywho enough about him what you cooking?”

 “Beefaroni. Kalea suggested it.”

“That’s all I needed to know.” Makalo rubbed his hands together with a smirk. He gave her a quick hug and ran passed her.

Mrs. Fox shook her head with a sigh,”I swear that boy is crazy. How are you Ja- Oh, Jay what happened to your arm?”

Jay waved her off her concern,” I'm fine it happened during the wasp attack..”

He wasn't lying but he wasn't going to go into detail either so he changes the subject.

“Your cooking right? Do you mind if I help?”

Still looking concerned but moving on, Mrs.Fox replied ,”Sure you c-“

Before she could finish a mixture of High-pitched screaming and laughter came sounded from the living. Makalo was holding his sister upside down by her ankles

“That’s what you get for jumping out of the closet, K!” Makalo shouted with mock seriousness.He dropped Kalea on the couch and she just laughed even harder. 

Scrambling to her knees, she noticed Jay and with a excited smile she hooped off and slammed into him in a tight hug.

“Hi Jay!” 

“hey Kalea,”Jay grunted with a faint smile. 

The girl grabbed his hand asked,”Can you do the spark-“

Makalo covered her mouth and yelled,”I think your foods burning mom!”

Cursing Mrs. Fox runs into the kitchen. Jay gave an impressed look for Makalos quick reaction,”Nice save.”

 Sharp household (8 pm)

Putting down the last box of Christmas ornaments Ethan looks at his mom who kept adding decorations to the living table.

“Where is dad at anyway?”

“Ethan you know how your father is with his work he is probably still at the lab building only god knows what.” His mom responded casually but a bit distracted by her task.

Wiping the glitter off her hands Mrs sharp heads up the stair’s saying she was going to go fold some clothes while telling Ethan to put the lights on the tree.

Ethan frowned at a tangle of old lights and garland he had just pulled from a box, When he heard something approach from the side, he turned assuming it was his mother, only to see the robot standing there staring up at him, "H-how did you get here?" Ethan asked, startled, the robot was silent, then its facial lights flashed, "I will always protect you, Ethan, now I will protect you, from the others...”

“Others? What are you talking about?” Ethan asked while backing away from it.

The ai didn't respond. A clicking sounded as wings spread out of the robot's back and rockets emerged from its feet

*I know those wings there from my old drones!?!*

Ethan reached out and yelled,”Wait stop!”

The didn’t even hesitate before flying right into the fireplace and up the chimney. 

“Shit..”

At the Fox household, Makalo and Kalea were playing on the switch while Jay helped Mrs fox clean the kitchen. He didnt mind the mundane task since it kept him busy

Mrs: Fox dried her hands off with a towel and gave him a smile,” Thanks for helping me clean up the kitchen Jay I really appreciate.”

Jay didn’t say anything but he gave her a small smile in return. He wasn’t really in the mood for talking, he honestly felt like he made a mistake leaving the ai unattended at home. 

*Maybe I should of destroyed it…*

“Jay are you ok?”

Looking up Jay saw Makalos's mom waiting for him to respond.

“I’m ok. Sorry, I zoned out.” He apologized while the scratching his head

It look like she  was going to ask him if he was sure but while turning toward him Mrs Fox accidentally knocked over one of the glass cups on the counter. But to her surprise, Jay caught it before it hit the ground

“Woah….You have really good reflexes, Jay.” She said impressed

Before she could speak any further her daughter hurried into the kitchen with a pout. Kalea stomped her way to Jay and grabbed his hand, she tried to pull him out of the kitchen.

“Makalo keeps cheating on the game!

Jay, can you make him stop?” She huffed

Jay tilted his head,”uh...” he looked to Mrs. Fox for help.

“Go help her Jay I can clean the rest of the kitchen.” She said with a wave.

Jay let kalea tug him into the living room. Makalo wasnholding his switch but he kept looking around as if he was looking for something else. Kalea didn’t seem to notice and whined about Makalo being a cheater at Mario kart.

“K, I promise I’m not cheating. There’s something is wrong with my game.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Jay 

Makalo shrugged,”I don’t know. It was fine at first but then the game started to glitch now it won’t stop beeping.”

“Maybe there is something inside that is making it beep try unscrewing the back.” 

“Alright, but I’m not the tech genius like Ethan.” Makalo sighed and reached into a nearby drawer 

When he retrieved a small screw driver Jay observed him before his phone pulled his focus away. Taking it out he sees Ethan’s calling, he swipes to answer and stepped into Makalo's childhood room.

“Hello?”

“Jay where are you right now!?” Ethan’s panicked voice came through the other end.

 “I’m at Makalos parent's house. Why is everything ok?” 

Ethan’s voice cut out for a moment before returning, “The ai came here. It said some weird shit about protecting me but I have no idea where it went.”

 “Are you ok?” Jay repeated once more, he needed to know how bad this situation truly was.

“I’m fine. I-I’m just freakin out about what it could mean. It never done this before and now it’s suddenly acting sentient.”

Running a hand through his hair,Jay told the truth “Ethan me and Makalo been meaning to tell you …There’s something wrong with that robot. Last night It’s been moving around the house. It even went into Makalo room.”

“Huh? Why would it do that? It shouldn’t be spying on…Unless it meant…JAY YOU GUYs NEE-“ Ethan horrified voice ended short.

 “Hello? Ethan?” Jay called out only to see the call had forcefully ended. When he tried to call back the call wouldn’t go through.

Back in the living room, Makalo opened his switch and found a tiny red cube inside. It glowed with each beep until he picked it up. It turned off instantly.”

“What the…” he whispered 

The power surged as the lights glowed bright before shutting off completely. The room was nothing but darkness. Scared of the dark Kalea ran to her brother, who lifted her up without. His mom came in with a flashlight 

“Looks like the power went out. Is everyone ok?”

“We’re good but why is the power out with no bad weather?” Makalo questioned

Just as confused but alert Jay joined them in the living room with news, “It's not just here check the windows everyone’s lights are off on this street. It may be a city wide black out.”

Opening the curtains Mrs. Fox saw the entire block engulfed in darkness.,”What is going on?”

As if it was  listening to her the tv turns on by itself. The screen is nothing but static squiggles of black and white. Grabbing the remote Mrs Fox tried to change the channel but every channel showed the same thing. However, it the distorted song playing from the speakers that had everyone in the room still.

“We'll meet again…Don't know where…

Don't know when….But I know we'll meet again some sunny day…”

Chills ran down their spines. Jays eyes wander to Makalo, he looked terrified and his eyes were glued to the screen as he hugged his Kalea tighter. The music cut and the screen flickered to a live feed of the city. The camer turned towards a building with a dark silhouette on top. The silhouette held up its arm and dangling from its hand was a screaming woman.

A text appeared on the screen…

“BRING ME KIRAN.”

Mrs.Fox was confused, she has heard about this “Kiran” before but he was not here so why was this showing on her screen? 

Walking toward her kids she hugs them as she whispers some reassuring words, “It’s ok. Everything’s going to be alright.”

Instinctively she reaches for Jay to reassure him but he gave her a odd look. Almost like he was upset, angry even, but it wasnt directed at her. He stepped out of her reach and disappeared down the hall.

“Hey where-“

A hand caugh her arm she to see her son. Makalo shook his head and eyed the hall before explaining rather shakily,” Mom…for what’s about to happen next…You can’t tell anyone…not even dad.”

Mrs.Fox placed her hand on his arm,”What wrong? What are y-“

“Mom, please just promise me you won’t tell anyone. I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner but I promised Jay I’d keep his secret to keep all of us safe.”  Makalo looked to the tv before meeting her eyes again.

“When the wasps attacked…A man came to fight them….A man in lightning that the news called dangerous…He gave his name to world remember?”

Ms Fox couldn’t take her eyes of her son, but this overwhelming fear of what he was about to tell her left her frozen. What made her child look at her with such a serious expression that makes her feel like their lives were at stake.

Coming from the shadows of the hallway, golden light glowed as a masked man stepped through with golden eyes. But it was the sling he wore that made her hand cover her mouth.

“Oh my god.” She whispered 

“Mom…Jay is Kiran.” Makalo confirmed 

Jay pulled his mask down to show his face to her, though he knew she figured him out the moment he walked back in the room. But instead of explaining his self he turned his focus to the screen. That woman was still in danger.

“Makalo try calling Ethan. I’m going to deal with the robot.” 

Makalo nodded his head and pulls out his phone. Jay grimaced and pulled his arm out the sling, his arm hurt like hell but if someone is in danger and needs saving then he will help no matter what state he was in. As long as he can fight to protect others his well-being doesn’t matter. 

Ms Fox, approached him with concerned eyes that Jay had seen turned his way before. The same ones he always tried to hide from yet this woman had them in his direction. He just met her so why would she care about him?

“Wait…. Jay. you're not going to fight that thing are you? Your hurt and that things not even human this is dangerous! Just stay put and let the police handle it.”

“If I don’t go that woman will die and more deaths will happen right after. I can’t stay here.” Jay answered softly but still blunt as can be.

Pulling on his mask Jay disappeared in a gust of wind and light.

[luciddreams-art]

finally got done designing Mob!PJ

can I just say that I really like how I colored it? Like going with a dark green instead of black for the sketch/lineart gives it a different feel, I also went with duller colors on him, instead of his bright color since it adds to the gloom of the mob.

decided to give him mouth piercings becuzzzz… why the heck not? Ima pierce my boy up, makes him look cuter lol, only on him tho (JKJK some yall look REALLLY cute with piercings)

I think he would definitely wear a leather jacket, with a bunch of pins and stuff, my little punk boy lol

I gave him a nose piercing, not just because it looks cool, but in the sense of control to Wally, in a weird way, you give bulls nose piercings since it’s a sensitive spot for them, if they have anger issues and stuff like that.

even after getting his eyes taken out and 2 of his arms ripped off he didn’t know when to quit.

thankfully, MJ asked Wally very nicely to let PJ live, even after that PJ was still acting out so yeah.

it’s not just fashionable but it still bothers him A LOT, it’s very uncomfortable for him, maybe he’s just getting used to it, but it’s a reminder still.

despite missing both of his eyes he still manages to sense where others are, he’s the SECURITY GUARRRDDDDDD (read that in Phone Guy’s voice from fnaf) for the mob, he doesn’t really go out on missions, he sorta is wherever Wally wants him and where MJ wants him.

(still haven’t made a design for MJ and the others but will later)

MJ got a cut from tripping on a rock she was climbing on (Wally and PJ told her not to, but do 8 year olds ever listen?)

[gemini-queen42]

I've been seeing a bunch of Hera designs recently, so here's a sketch dump of mine :]

Most of these are from over a year ago-bcuz I originally made this design for a dnd Campaign where I played her !

[You can see the other pcs in the last image- Aphrodite, Eros, & Dionysus]

Ik I have more sketches but id have to go find em cuz these r just the images I've got on my phone rn... till then, Design Details under the cut ♡

I was SUPER particular abt her design, I was super proud of that drawing of her [the 1st one] when I made it. I still am when it comes to drawing her features, though I'm not as much a fan of that original drawing anymore.

Anyways, I based her face shape & structure on that of a cow, in fact I refferenced a very specific cow breed- id have to go find my sketchbook where I wrote it down to be sure, but I think it was the Agathonisi? There were reasons, though I don't quite recall them rn.

Anyways, The reason I chose to base her features on cattle in general is because their associations to her, and that she has the epithet Boṓpis - which I adore as a word and also means "cow-eyed". I swear she's also been described as "cow-faced", but I can't refind it...

[Also, I can't remember if I made her eyebrows that shape in the same vein or if I decided I just Liked Them cuz I think it was at least a mix lol]

But! Although she's mostly cow-like in features, I did include peacock elements. Her little hair strands at her cheeks, for one. Her body type is also a merging of a peacock & a cattle- I think her leg shape is also mixed? You can see it clearly in the 7th image. Joints wise its closer to cattle, but I think there's peacock influence in there as well.

Sloping shoulders was also an intentional choice, related to both the animal anatomical inspiration and small details to help her look more maternal.

Her hair is generally brown, coppery? but glints this gold color in the light- you can see how I tried to shade it in the digital. I think it's partially because at the time, I was used to picturing Hera as OSP draws her- all Golden, w/ golden hair. But she's mostly depicted w/ dark hair, [plus this is a more realistic design] so.. boom. Golden glint. I think that's also part of the reason I gave her a yellower undertone?? Plus Ichor being gold so yknow. In a similar vein I also recal partially lamenting limiting her skin to something paler in accordance w/ her "white-armed" epithet. [I imposed this on myself. You can tell no one else was going this deep.]

Abyways, The way her hair swirls is meant to partially imitate a peacocks tail feathers!

Oh, her eyes- dark & cow-like in shape! But also, I designed them to look a lil swirly/scribbly, pupil-less- "if her eyes were any lighter you could see the madness swirling inside them" I think was the phrase I liked using.

Now she didn't wear her usual clothes in the campaign as it was set modern era- but there was thought in there too! [Refferencing the 1st drawing again]

Pomegranate pin bcuz associations, she has lil cattle horn detailings on her diadem/polos [I intentionally designed it to be a mix between the two style-wise, idk if it gets across tho lol]-

She has elements of ancient Persian clothing, notably the cloth pinned w/ the pomegranate & I think the sash? [I'll find the real names l8r]- that's cuz apparently the peacock was also called the Persian Bird in ancient Greece, and I think that led me to finding some stuff abt her having some origins or associations w/ Persia? Id have to refind it all, but yeah. And lastly ofc, the most obvious, big peacock train!♡

Ok thats all I can remember rn- if you've got questions abt anything or.. well literally anything idk feel free to say lol-

[Nearly crashed out cuz I thought tumblr ate this post when I tried to save it to drafts but she didn't yippee !! But the images did get moved a bit +some other lil things- I did my best to fix them but if they're still screwy sorry <//3 lemme know dhjdej]

[krakebar]

A bunch of concept design sketches for the disgraced spinjitzu sister

I decided that her design was going to be the first design i made for this project, since she's sort of the origin of it all.

Garmadon has brown hair and Wu is blonde, and their father is like the creator of everything, so it made sense for her to have orange hair. I also feel like ginger hair is often associated with nature anyway, so it fit well!

For her "before leaving" design I just grabbed Wu and Garmadon's Gis from when they're young and played around with that design. The design in the first picture is the one I think I'm going to go with for the shape. I'm not set on the green/pink combo though. Green i feel like has to be kept sacred for Lloyd, and pink just feels a little too stereotypical for the only girl. I'm considering a sort of turqoise? But at the same time, I feel like blue shades are way overused. Nya, Zane and Jay already have blue as their sort of "signature color". (Zane has white, obviously, but the designers use blue to accent it in almost every single design of his) Wu and Garmadon's colors very nicely represent their story, with Garmadon having the cool purple to represent the dark, and Wu the warm yellow to represent the light, so I'm really not sure what to do there. Green might actually work though now that I'm thinking about it, since she is the third child of the spinjitzu master, and Lloyd is sort of the third piece of the puzzle that is the origins of ninjago. They could have some sort of connection. But that might make her a bit too "central" to the story, so again, I'm not sure. I know I want her to stand out a little from Wu and Garmadon, since she is sort of the outliar anyway. I want her to look like she doesn't fit in with them, because she ultimately doesn't.

As for her hair, I wanted to practice visual storytelling. Her hair before leaving is very neat, clean and tidy, as well as very like... tied down, sort of? It's long and modest, and kept "locked away" in her bun. She has a few wisps of hair outside of the bun to represent what she truly is. To contrast that, her hair after leaving is short, wild, messy and uncontrolled. At first I really wanted to give her some sort of braid, because i thought it'd make sense for her to want to keep it out of her face, and it could serve as a sort of visual connection to her past. It would represent that she still loves her family, and doesn't want to let go of them fully. But then I just fell in love with the short hair idea, and how well it represents her character. Maybe she braids it in secret whenever she misses her family or something. (That could be a cool, angsty little comic) Please excuse the camera quality, my phone is broken at the moment so I'm taking photos with my ipad 😭

[bellalampwickrossi]

Disney Descendants : How Artie Met Tulip

by me and @hannahhook7744

Summary: How Artie Pendragon met the daughter of Lampwick and Tiger Lily.

.....

It was early fall and Tulip and the Rest of the cheerleaders at Neverland Academy were heading to a cheerleading competition in Camelot Heights, which Tulip was not excited for..

Finally after what seemed like hours the bus finally stopped at Camelot Heights.

Tulip and the other cheerleaders all got off the bus one by one where They were greeted by the Merlin and two distracted looking boys, around twelve years old.

The blonde one of which, who gave his shorter friend a friendly shove, was the one to catch Tulip's eye. Not that he noticed her in favor of laughing with his friend.

“Visola! Lovely to see you and your cheerers again.” Merlin greeted.

“Lovely to see you too, Merlin, “ Visola grinned. “ Anyway I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind giving us a tour of Camelot Heights , Since The Cheer competition isn’t until tomorrow ?”

“It would be my pleasure. If you don't mind my son and his friend tagging along?”

“Not at all!” The Mermaid assured the wizard.

“Don't worry, Dragonet and Artie will be on their best behavior.”

......

About two hours into the tour, was when Tulip decided to make conversation with one of the Camelot boys.

“The Architecture sure is swell here isn’t it ?”

Artie—or at least, who Tulip thought was Artie, she wasn't quite sure—gave her a blank look. Scrunching up his nose in confusion as he looked at the buildings around them before whispering to his friend. “Are buildings supposed to swell?”

The smaller boy—a brunette—choked, hiding his head in his hands. “Artie, that is not what she meant.”

“I mean, it’s incredible how well built these castles are! And those tapestries hanging on the walls are so pretty!”

“Oh. Yeah, super swell.” Artie still looked a bit confused, but didn't ask any further questions. “Thank… you?”

“No problem. Name’s Tulip Rossi by the way! My mom is Tiger Lily—she’s the headmistress and Tourney Coach at Neverland Academy—and my Dad is Lampwick—He’s a Trophy husband.”

The blonde gave her an odd look at that last comment. “Uh… I'm Artie Pendragon.”

Making Tulip finally realize why the name seemed so familiar.

And his friend? His friend just cackled at the expressions on both of their faces.

“You’re related to King Arthur?! That’s so cool!” Tulip exclaimed. “What’s it like being related to a legend like that?”

Artie looked uncomfortable.“Uh…I don't know. He's my dad.”

Tulip Having realized that she made the young boy uncomfortable toned down her excitement.

“Oh… I'm sorry I didn't mean to overwhelm you. Sometimes I get carried away.”

“It's fine.” Artie shrugged. “We need to catch up to the group.”

“Ok then ..” Tulip pulled out her smartphone and quickly picked up the pace. Only to find out there was no service here.

“Are you freaking kidding me ?! What do you mean there’s no service here you dumb thing !”

....

Artie fiddled with the small pink thing that Tulip called a phone, peering at every angle with curiosity. Paying no mind to the fact that Dragonet was leaning over his shoulder to get a look at what he was doing.

Tulip Gave them both a baffled look.

“Wow guys, you’re really fascinated with my phone, aren’t you?”

She thought for a moment.

“Hey do you guys wanna see the clothing sketches saved here?”

Artie eagerly nodded. “I love sketches!”

“Great !” She opened up her phone and tapped on the gallery app to show a bunch of clothing designs, all Pink and Green. “There’s more designs in my sketchbook but I left that at home. Your thoughts?”

“Cooooooooool.”

“Hey Artie, you should get her to design your armor—”

“I LOVE TO! Though I never worked with metal before, only fabrics..”

“That's fine.” Artie assured her. “These look great.”

“Thanks Artie. You’re really sweet.” Tulip Smiled at the young boy.

And that my friends, was the start of a beautiful friendship… which later grew into something more.

The End