#drawing frames like this is now my favourite thing to do

[willczek-art]

Collection of The Museum backgrounds from my Super Squad High trailer intro! :D

All based on game artworks by Tan Ganguly

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[changisworld]

“You’ll like it,trust me”

word count:3,301

summary:Your boyfriend, Hyunjin, knows how reactive you are to touches, especially on your clit. As he is drawing a certain frame of your pussy from a homemade sex tape you both made, he can’t help but admire the still image, but a thought crosses his mind. He can’t help but realise his fingers are a tiny bit clumsy sometimes on your clit, never touching just your clit, & this is when he gets his bright idea to use something… more precise to see if it will make a difference.

18+, MDNI! Smut below the cut.

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->SMUT WARNINGS: Soft dom Hyunjin, overstimulation, squirting, multiple orgasms, use of a paintbrush, fingering, spit, cum tasting, oral but its brief, praise, Hyune is just a cutie, mention of safe word but not used, begging, dacryphilia, PIV, creampie, aftercare is extremely brief but more happens off screen, this is literally 99% smut:3

Hyunjin is currently sitting in the living room, sitting in front of his canvas, using his favourite water colour paints that he is holding in his left hand as he dips his paint brush in the small glass of water, the colour a dark, musky bluey, grey colour.

He has his inspiration photo on his phone screen, balanced up on the small ledge of the wooden frame the thing he is painting on, the photo being a photo of your pussy.

In his eyes, it's not even a sexual thing, he just thinks it's so beautiful & he can't help but admire it, so why wouldn't he want to paint it for the millionth time?

He lightly swatches a violet colour & starts to paint your hood & clitoris with a careful hand, not even focusing to look at the photo anymore since he has it memorised better than how to spell his own name.

His white bristled paintbrush coated in the very faint colour glides over the canvas, he pauses for a second as he gets an idea that he thinks is worth a million dollars.

He looks down at the photo on his phone, your vagina still plastered on the screen & he uses the kitchen paper to dry the brush, the remnants of the paint leaving the brush & he doesn't pack anything away, leaving the living room with his mini station in a mess as he giddily walks to your shared bedroom.

He sees you just sitting on the bed with your back against the pillows & headboard as you're just reading a magazine you bought that day & Hyunjin plops himself on top of you, forcing you to put your magazine to the side of you & Hyunjin settles between your legs, your chests connecting over all of your clothes & he starts pecking your lips & cheeks.

"What's made you so clingy all of a sudden?" you ask, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as his lips coated with a layer of lip balm sticking to each area he kisses & he pauses to look at you, pouting.

"I'm always clingy! You can't blame me, wanna be stuck to you" he replies, his voice soft as he now switches to shuffling down just enough so he can shove his face in your tits, covered by your shirt & just lays there as he reaches down to caress your thigh.

"I thought of something I wanna try, I think it will be good, can you lemme try?" he asks, his voice still soft as he buries his chin in your chest, looking up at you at a slightly uncomfortable angle.

"Who am I to stop you, you can try anything you wanna do, what is it you're wanting to try anyways?" you respond, stroking his long fluffy hair & twirling your index finger through his soft locks & Hyunjin can't help but chuckle as he stands up again.

"I'll be right back, its a surprise but I need you to want it too since I'll be doing it to you, take your.. my sweatpants off & wait here" he cheers as he runs back to his DIY art station & grabbing a long, thin & soft bristled paint brush that he actually hasn't had the chance to use yet, before returning to you & to his happiness, you've done what he said & you're now just left on the bed wearing your plain cotton panties & your shirt.

"Hyune, why are you getting me half naked with one random paint brush in your hand & no paint?" you joke as you sit up & cross your legs & he giggles at you as he sits down on the bed as he doesn't really respond right away & instead lies you down.

"I was painting you earlier & I was painting your pretty clit & I came up with the idea to try.. paint yourself with your juices? that sounds cringe but trust me! You're so sensitive it will feel soooo good, it might even be better than my fingers since I can be more direct." he whines, a tinge of embarrassment in his voice from actually saying this all out loud & when you look at his face & realise he's being serious, you can't help but start laughing.

"The look on your face when you're nervous is adorable, Sure, we can try, how do we do it?" you ask & he gives you his cheeky, cunning smirk. "Just take your underwear off & I'ma play with your little clit n try make you cum & then I can put it on my painting later, makes it even more personal, the idea just turns me on." he responds, his cheeks blushing as he helps you pull your underwear off anyway.

You nod your head & reach behind you & reposition the pillow & you sit it comfortably beneath your head & you're quick to open your legs for him, completely bare now except for the shirt you've kept on.

Hyunjin lays on his stomach between your legs, his legs swinging ack & forth as he litters a few kisses on each thigh, warming you up before he moves his hand that is holding the paint brush & he puts it in his mouth, transferring his spit onto the small hairs to make it feel that tiny bit softer for you before he brings it to your folds, before painfully slowly parting them.

You twitch beneath the brush, the sensation being so so different to anything you've ever felt, but different is good in your eyes & this proved your quote as true.

He drags the brush up & down your folds, gathering your juices & painting them across your entire pussy, the full area sticky with arousal. "How does it feel baby?" he questions, his eyes looking up at you as he doesn't stop his action, wanting to see your face on how you're reacting.

"Feels weird, but I really like it, don't stop" you murmur, basking in the feeling, relaxing as you melt into the bed. "Wasn't planning on it, gonna put it on your clit now, mkay? tell me how you feel" he purrs as the brush drags from your hole all the way up to your clit before he slowly starts swirling the thin, soft & now wet brush around your clit in small circles & you buck your hips & at the same time your breath gets caught in your throat.

"Shit, feels so- dunno, good" you rasp, your fingers gripping onto the pillow that tiny bit extra as you get used to the sensation & Hyunjin chuckles from where he is.

He twists the brush in his fingers & the bristles fully engulf your clit & your legs threaten to close around him, but he is quick to shut that down by stopping his hand to speak. "Don't shut your legs, just wanna be good to you so let me" he softly murmurs before resuming his motion, pulling back your pussy so now your clit is completely exposed & he can visibly see it pulsating.

He switches from twisting the brush in his fingertips to then circling your clit with the brush before dragging it down your folds for a few seconds just to not let you think he's forgetting about that area entirely before repeating the process & the noises from your throat are getting a lot more frequent & getting louder every second.

Little 'fuck's', 'shit's' & repeating his name over & over is all you're really saying, the sensation being mind numbing & you mentally slap yourself for never thinking of this idea on your own.

Hyunjin can see your cunt pulsating & clenching around nothing & Hyunjin bites his lip in anticipation. "You gonna cum, hmm? Can see you gushing n clenching" he teases, before continuing "Just let go, wanna hear n see you enjoy yourself, so pretty f'me."

"Yea, g'na cum, don't stop, please Jinnie" you whimper, back arching off the bed as you force your legs to stay open upon Hyunjins earlier request, your eyes scrunched closed & he just smiles at your words & starts kissing your inner thighs, not changing or disrupting his rhythm at all & your orgasm shoots up your spine as your legs shake around him & your toes curl.

"Good girl, look so pretty when you cum" he murmurs, his tone soft as he moves his face to now kiss over your raw clit, moving the brush back down to your folds & hole, the brush tracing your leaking hole which makes you try hump against it, not wanting to be teased even though you're only just coming down from your orgasm.

"W-was good" you whimper, your hand reaching down to cup his cheek as you rest your weight on the other am you're using to sit up with but your arm gives out & you flop back down when he spits down onto your pussy before sucking it back up, slurping your clit in his puffy lips as he looks up at you & you can feel him smirking against you.

He lets go of your clit with a small 'pop' noise & he groans. "Taste so good, you can handle one more, I'm having too much fun" He states, lust in his voice as he moves his frame so he's sitting at the side of you as he drags the brush back up to your clit & resumes his previous action but at a slower pace, not wanting to overstimulate you too much.. not at the moment anyways.

"S-sensitive Hyune, want a break" you whimper as he shuffles upwards so he is pretty much face level with you & you can smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne that you love so much & he just smiles at you.

"You can take it, you know the safe word if it's too much, remind me what it is please angel" he states, so confident in what he is saying he has a slightly sassy tone to it.

"F-fluff- Ahh, right there!" you whine & you buck your hips into the brush & Hyunjin leans down to kiss you, ignoring the uncomfortable angle of his hand but ignores it, instead, letting himself sink into the feeling & taste of your tongue, groaning into your lips.

He leans back just enough so your lips disconnect & he squishes your cheeks together to the point your lips part & he takes this chance to spit into your mouth, a small tinge of your own taste that he didn't already transfer into your mouth during the kiss being evident & you immediately swallow it & he blushes even more.

"So gorgeous, y'know that? So perfect for me, Love you so much" he conveys as he sits back on the back of his legs & pulls your leg over his lap, giving him better access & then reaches down to use his other hand to start teasing your dripping hole & you wince.

"Put em inside, want them Jinnie" you squeak & he wants to try tease you, but he has pretty much no self control left & he listens to your request instantly, as if he is being controlled by his very own siren.

He slips not just one but two fingers into you & his long, slender fingers find your aroused G-spot the second they slip inside, his knuckles being the only part that is visible as he starts scissoring them in & out of you at a semi quick pace, slowly picking up the speed as he also picks up the pace with the paint brush & your legs can't help but spasm.

"Hyunjin, w-wanna cum, lemme cum" you whine, your hips jerking almost as quick as his fingers are moving, dying for absolutely everything he can give you. "Cum then y/n, I wouldn't ever stop you, gimme it" he replies, his voice smug.

You can feel it bubbling up in your tummy, but you know it's not like the orgasm you had just a couple of minutes prior. "G- gonna squirt Jin, d-don't" you whimper, not wanting to squirt because your brain is already mush & it's always a hundred times stronger but that doesn't deter him at all, if anything, it pushes him to keep doing it a million times more.

"I know it's stronger, want you to be spent, it's so hot gimme it, please please, cmon angel please" he pleads with you & the second you hear how desperate he is for it, you can't not give him what he wants especially when he's being so good for you.

Your orgasm squirts out of you as you squeal, spraying onto the bed, Hyunjins knuckles & the entire paint brush, he is forced to pull his fingers out of you with how much you're constricting around him & he takes the time to suckle on his fingers, groaning at your taste as his eyes roll at the second it hits his taste buds.

"That's it, that's a big one isn't it" he smirks, his voice teasing as he encourages you, in awe at the sight of you as he slowly changes the angle of his body so he's back to sitting beside you again, watching you come down from your even more intense orgasm.

You are left on the bed panting, your eyes watering & a tear or two stained into your cheeks, the overstimulation burning so good & Hyunjin throws the paint brush to the side & leans down to kiss you, his hand softly playing with your tit over your shirt & your body can't decide if it wants more of his touches or if it wants to lean away from it.

"Do you think you can handle my cock jagi? Don't stress if not" he says softly, wiping the tears from your face.

"Wanna make you c-cum, can handle it" you respond & you feel as if your skin is on fire with his touch on your face, it's so simple but you can feel the love radiating from it.

"Just say your safe word if it's too much, don't want you completely worn out, I know I've taken a lot from you, love you endlessly" he murmurs & you want to cry even more tears but not from overstimulation but from how cared for you feel.

Hyunjin helps shuffle you from the now wet spot on the bed on the bed so you're now laying on your stomach on the other half of the bed & you take it upon yourself to raise your ass for him but he pushes on your lower back until you fall & you're laying flat on the bed & you can hear him stripping his own clothes from his body & he straddles the top of your thighs & you can hear the 'shlick' noises coming from him giving himself a few jerks & you can swear you feel beads of precum drip onto your ass before he aligns himself up with your hole, before pressing the tip into your hole, begging for attention.

Hyunjin fucks his tip in & out of you for a few moments, his eyes unable to get enough with the way your seeping opening is hugging his cock so tightly before he decides he can't wait any longer & fully pushes in & you both let out a groan at the same time.

"So tight all the time, definitely not gonna last long but I'll try hold out" he pants, forcing himself to try stay still so he doesn't fuck into you too fast, but you on the other hand, have grown far too impatient to wait to adjust, your wetness is far more than enough in your humble opinion & you start trying to fuck yourself on him, but you don't get very far & you grow frustrated.

"Hyune, please!" you whimper but he can't even bring himself to laugh at your attempt, far too horny to hold himself back & he starts fucking into you & you pretty much instantly start clenching around him as you let out loud squeaks & raspy moans, Hyunjin mirroring your sounds as you both feel his cock pushing against your cervix, the painful pleasure making you drool into the duvet you're laying on.

"So-so good Hyune, to-so deep" you squeal as he rolls his hips in a slightly but extremely evident angle, making you see stars & you can't help but start wriggling beneath him, feeling another orgasm already brewing inside you.

"S-stop clenching around me so much, g-gonna cum" he whimpers, his voice shaky as his eyes are glued to the way your cunt is stretching open for him & he lets a glob of spit land on your tightest hole just to watch you squirm, trying to take his mind off how close he is to cumming.

"Gunna pull out n cum on your p-pussy n will paint it over y-your folds, so fucking tight" he continues on as he leans forward so his back is connecting with your chest, but his pace doesn't falter.

He pushes the side of your head so you're no longer pressed face down & now facing him & you both meet half way & you both share a messy kiss, your tongues mostly around each others mouths & not in each others mouths, almost tasting each others sounds as those along with the squelching noises fill the entire room & no doubt the rest of the house.

"G-y/nn I'm gonna cum, can't stop" he almost fully squeals as he pulls out & turns you over with one arm, the other arm jerking himself off & the second you're lying on your back, he shoots multiple ropes of warm cum on your lower tummy, not in the right mind to be even slightly apologetic at the fact that your shirt is now gonna be stained with cum.

You can't help but whimper & moan along with Hyunjin as he orgasms, his gorgeous face is just too much for you to handle & too gorgeous to be mad at, even if he is currently messing on your clothes.

Hyunjin is left panting above you & you both try catch your breath. Hyunjin grabs the glass of water you have on your bedside unit & helps feed you it & you finish the remainder of the water before he puts the cup away.

You use the rest of your strength to try sit up to take you both to the shower but he decides against it & stops you & puts you back in the position you were just in as he reaches to grab the still wet paint brush.

"I didn't make you cum again & I said I'd.. what was it? I'd 'paint you with cum' & I don't lie, just one more." he purrs, his voice still shaky from lack of breath as he daps some of the cum off your shirt with the brush before dragging it across your clit, making you cry out, you have only just clocked onto how long of a night this is going to be.

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[enwoso]

A lovie request where she has a terrible fan encounter maybe she’s watching the game with her uncle Luca and when they try to get down to alessia at the end lovie gets shoved and falls over and is being crowded and she’s so scared and calling out for someone to help her but the fans are more excited because Leah/ alessia are signing things at the barrier

BACK OFF — alessia russo x child!reader

just a little something something to say thank you for 800 followers!!! i love and appreciate you all so much. forehead kisses for you all xoxo

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game day was always busy day for you but always a fun day nevertheless.

you would always travel to the stadium with your mummy and then you would find either your uncle luca or nonna depending on who was coming to watch. then you could enjoy the match in the stands and it also gave alessia the chance to do her full pre-match prep without the worry of you being around.

always cheering for your mummy with your jersey on and her number on your back, you being the loudest one there. screaming louder than anyone when your mummy scored. always being your mummy's number one fan.

the match had now ended against sweden and now all you wanted was to see your mummy, but alessia was doing her rounds around the pitch. stopping and signing shirts and posters as well as taking photo for fans at the barrier. along with the rest of the lionesses.

alessia's name being called out in all direction. you though for this game where sat in the friends and family box at the top of wembley. your mummy looking like a small figure on the pitch.

you had been patiently waiting at the stairs that would take you all the way down to the barrier and to your mummy but you were being told to wait by your uncle luca. and you were bored of waiting.

“we go on now luca?” you asked with a sweet smile as he hummed looking down towards the queues at the barriers all with people pushing and shoving to get the the front. luca obviously not wanting to take you down their if it wasn’t safe.

“just give it a couple minutes then we can go, okay?” luca said as he took another glance down the bottom as a little huff came from you. you just wanted to see your mummy.

this is why games at the smaller grounds were your favourite, you didn’t have to wait for people to scatter as your mummy would be straight over lifting you over the barrier and into the warmth of her arms. you on your own little excited ramble about the game you’d just watched.

you were beginning to get really impatient, if there was one thing you didn’t like and that was waiting.

“we go now” you asked again dragging your words out as a small sigh came from luca as he nodded slightly.

“yes, but slowly there’s still a lot of people down there!” he pointed to the many fans holding shirts and banners in extended arms as well as screaming your mummy’s name.

you replied with a small okay, jumping out your seat with your teddy wrapped under your arms as you were finally allowed to begin to walk down the steps.

you started off slowly but with each step you picked up the pace knowing your were getting closer to seeing your mummy. “tiny, slow down…” luca trailed off but it was no use you were to far in front now.

alessia had spotted you making your way down the steps, your little excited wave as you got closer to her. but alessia made the silly mistake of waving back drawing some unwanted attention your way as you were mere inches from the barrier.

"oh my god it's alessia daughter!"

"can she sign this for me!"

"can i get a photo with her!"

fans started to crowd around your small frame as you got a little scared at all the unknown faces now looking at you, you a lot smaller so you had no one to hide behind as alessia tried her best to get as close to you seeing the crowds around you.

the fans starting to get a little bit more pushy invading your personal space as you began to get more and more overwhelmed.

fans were pushing you, trying to get closer to you but also the barrier as alessia was getting closer. "luca" you whined but it was no use as you didn’t know where he was so he wasn’t able to stop the few hundred fans pushing your small figure around.

"help" you whined a little louder, as the crowds around you got smaller. men in bright yellow jackets pushing them away and yelling for the unknown faces to ‘back off’ in a deep and scary voice as you were scooped into your mummy’s arms.

your mummy pulling you tightly into her chest as small sniffles came from you. you still being a little overwhelmed from the interaction.

"it's okay lovie, mummy's got you" alessia cooed as you sunk into the safety of her arms, the fans shouting her name as she said a quick few words to her brother, luca nodding at her words before she quickly waved to the fans.

walking back into the centre of the pitch, it was a little quieter. you calming down as alessia kissed the top of your head. "you okay now lovie? what happened?" your mummy asked as you frowned.

"people shouting my name and your name! and then they start pushing me" you said with a sad smile and tears still prominent in your eyes as alessia nodded as she began to explain how some fans just wanted things to be signed and that they probably didn't mean to push you.

"me no like fans" you huffed with crossed arms and a frown on your face. a small laugh coming from alessia with a knowing hum as she placed a kiss to your cheek walking towards her teammates.

[astronicht]

Since finishing Fellowship I keep seeing references to LOTR as a sweeping heroic tale etc and this is now confusing to me, both in terms of story structure (hero tale or Romance; immram or exile tale) and the level of fantasy. The thing I’m learning about the art of writing swords and sorcery is that — to me, personally! And I get that this sounds bonkers! — Tolkien mostly feels like low fantasy. He just made the magic that was already there real. To the point where it takes a long time to even notice when people are doing magic, and whether it’s magic is sometimes debatable. Sam even complains about this briefly in Lorien (that the Elf magic isn’t dramatic) which is funny bc he’s utterly surrounded by small magics the whole time. Hell, in a story that stresses the power of words, quite literally to protect, I think that in of the fellowship plus Bilbo, only Aragorn, Bilbo, Legolas [edited to add Legolas sorry for forgetting u my guy], and Sam have actually composed their own poems and songs. And most of Aragorn and all of Legolas’s was Boromir’s funeral song.

I’m mostly asleep and have effectively only read Fellowship so far but idk! My point is that it doesn’t feel like it’s so influenced by the structure of later high medieval and onwards hero stories all that much. WAS Tolkien influenced by French Romances and Shakespeare and modern novels like oh absolutely! But lotr isn’t the Green Night or even Melusine, and it is only Macbeth for special occasions.

I know it’s considered a model hero’s journey or whatever but in-universe (and again, maybe just to me!) it’s not? it’s an exile story. Like The Wanderer or Erik the Red or Deor. Frodo et al say it at the beginning a bunch of times: the hobbits have exiled themselves. Gollum we’re told was exiled by his matriarch long ago and has lived as an exile ever since. Where I am at the beginning of Two Towers, Aragorn just saw the mountains that hide Gondor to the south and sang to them because he cannot yet go home. And there are a lot of those exile stories to draw on, in the time period and languages from which Tolkien was drinking deepest. Exile was a legal state and also a favourite story-frame.

[pikahlua]

Wait pika do you really mean don't ask you about predictions? Some of my favourite Tumblr posts of all time are your thoughts, theories and predictions! :((

Please sleep also, but when you can let us know what's going on in that head of yours. I'm desperate for someone with a brain cell to discuss this chapter! (Twitter is a cesspit)

I mean, you can ask lol. I just sometimes get these vague "any predictions?" asks and it's like, YES. YES I HAVE SOME. BUT IT'S FAR TOO MANY TO JUST LIST LIKE THAT, CAN YOU PLEASE BE MORE SPECIFIC?

Okay, I'll tell you about my thoughts.

This is a new frame of the scene in chapter 1. This perspective doesn't exist as a drawing in chapter 1, but we know pretty easily what this scene was about. Why is Horikoshi putting the scene here though? Why does this scene have the line "Let go of One For All"? Why not draw Kudou saying it, or Izuku's reaction to it? Is it because this is a memory of the scene where Izuku receives OFA, so giving OFA up is coming around full circle to this moment again?

I don't think so.

This is not the moment where All Might proclaims "you are worthy of inheriting my power" and Izuku looks up in shock. This is the moment where All Might says the words Izuku has longed to hear his whole life: "You can become a hero."

We're coming back to this moment now because the emphasis is on Izuku's upcoming choice. This is about the MEANING Izuku places in OFA. All Might told Izuku "you can't become a hero without a quirk," then shows up to tell Izuku he can become a hero...by giving him his quirk.

To Izuku, letting go of One For All is sacrificing his greatest dream. He believes by giving up One For All, he can no longer be a hero. Even though there have been moments where All Might let on that the reason Izuku deserves to have OFA is because he's already a hero, Izuku never seems to internalize that answer. He thinks his heroism is tied to being the bearer of One For All.

No one has ever told Izuku he can be a hero without a quirk.

I said before I had a big guess about why Katsuki's memory was wiped at the end of Heroes Rising. Notably, he is allowed to remember most of what happens. His memory cuts off from the moment Izuku passed One For All onto him. Do you remember what Katsuki said after he got OFA?

"This is the end of your dream then, too, huh?"

That's the last thing he ever says on the matter. Sure, it's the moment where Izuku answers with "It's okay if it's you" and all that, but Katsuki never responds to that. We don't know what he's thinking about this moment.

The only clue we have is the fact that he accepted the quirk from Izuku, and how he reacted to that. He seems quite upset by the prospect, but in the end he relents and accepts OFA willingly.

Perhaps the issue he is grappling with in his heart in these moments is not the fact that he has to inherit OFA but that Izuku has to lose it. Which means...the reason he loses his memory is because his reaction is important. It's a moment we will have in the manga, which makes it a spoiler.

We've never heard Katsuki tell Izuku what he thinks of quirklessness now. All he's ever told Izuku is that way back when, he thought it meant Izuku was supposed to be beneath him. He doesn't even tell Izuku why he felt like somehow Izuku was actually above him.

He's also only ever told Izuku his actions were correct ever since he received One For All, nothing about before.

I think Katsuki's reaction to Izuku losing OFA--which could come before the final battle or after--will have to be about his feelings regarding Izuku's quirklessness. I think Izuku is going to be incredibly hurt by losing One For All because he'll think he has lost his dream, and Katsuki is going to have to set him right, because only Katsuki knew who Izuku was before he had One For All. All Might is the only other person who had at best a glimpse of Izuku.

I think Katsuki has been coming to terms with just how special Izuku is, how heroic he always has been, and that he's the only one capable of acknowledging it in a way Izuku will be able to hear because he knew Izuku before he got One For All. I think he's been grappling with this possibility ever since DvK2.

And I think he grapples with it again in Katsuki Bakugou: Rising.

In the same way Izuku saw something great in Katsuki that he wanted to cling to so he could see what Katsuki would one day become, Katsuki has always seen something great in Izuku, which awed and scared him. Their greatest divide was in not knowing what greatness the other saw in them. Katsuki has to tell Izuku what Izuku is to him.

Katsuki has to tell Izuku the words he's always wanted to hear, that he can be a hero, quirk or no, that Izuku always has been a hero, more than anybody else. Katsuki knows the truth of it firsthand.

[implalazz]

Asked for some yokai fusions on reddit, this is the first batch

L-R: Frostysol, Nonoko, Venyan, Lord Lie-in, Slimatina, Whisbuzz

Some thoughts on these designs under the cut

Yayyyyyy thoughts on these because I like talking, esp about my creative process

Frostysol: I WILL SAY RIGHT NOW I KNOW I FUCKED UP THE KOSODE MASSIVELY, IT DOESN’T HAVE SLEEVES & IT’S TOO BIG….. I literally only had two ideas for this desgin, one was inspired by the yuki onna segment's backgrounds from Kwaidan & the other was inspired by the spirits from Kuro Neko. The eyes in the backgrounds of yuki onna were so striking & I had just watched the movie recently so it was still fresh in my mind. I knew I wanted her to be closer to a real yuki onna rather than just a cute snow girl spirit. And in that regard Kuro Neko helped with that. I guess subconsciously I wanted her to give off vibes of an unsuspecting girl who kills you & turns out to be a yokai. I thought a kosode would make more sense historically than a random cape, but also idk if young girls wore kosode like that or if it was just adult women. Had no ideas how to incorporate pallysol so I just used him for little details. He's more prevalent in the design intentionally than physically

Nonoko: Pretty simple what do I say. Uh I thought I could do a clover for the tail rather than a heart like Bloominoko. Wanted to make him even fatter than he is cuz he's Noko x2, also made his spots clover shaped cuz what's more lucky than a four leafed clover? An eight leafed clover! Or two four leafed clovers..... Also gave him double teeth & some little wing shaped clovers on his head kinda like Dudunsparce. This one didn't have a lot of thought go into it, I just kinda did what felt natural

Venyan: The first thing I thought about was what colour to make the fur & what colour to make the hair. I decided on red hair cuz it would pop more with dark blue fur. Also made his face pattern a part of his hair cuz he doesn’t have enough room on his face for it with Venocts bangs. I wanted him to be kind of a shitty little bastard, a real cat kinda cat. A good mix of their personalities y’know. Didn’t have much going on with this design either other than I didn’t want the scarf to be all bulky with the dragons cuz Jibanyan is very squart, so I moved them to the tails. Also just because that looks cooler. Had a hell of a time drawing them, I have experience drawing dragons but I’ve always been bad at drawing them roaring or snarling, they look okay but not great.

Lord Lie-in: Also had a bit of trouble combining these two, makes sense cuz I put this one off for more than a few weeks. Didn’t wanna give him big spiky saiyan hair so he got some stray hairs in the front. Took his face framing bangs & tied them up cuz I always like that look (They’re two different pieces tied individually then tied together, so there’s two mini ponytails instead of one. Also had to deliberate on the hair colours cuz I knew I wanted him to have white fur. One of my favourites was red hair with light blue ends but I didn’t go with that one cuz his outfit is mostly red. I also DID NOT feel like giving him a whole kimono (mostly for silhouette reasons) so I just gave him Miku-like sleeves. I originally wanted to give him split leg hakama but when looking at reference I remembered “Oh yeah these things have a lot of pleats & the crotch is pretty low so that’s not great for the silhouette I have in mind.” I gave him harem-esque pants & if you look closely at the upper thigh you can see a little slit in the side of them. Underneath his waist plate & top, the pants tie together like hakama do so I guess I got the hakama in a little bit. I didn’t have any room for his arm warmers so I made them into gloves & gave him the kind of socks that I don’t know what they’re called (Catra has them & I think they’re cool). Also gave him tengu cuz they look cooler than whatever Lie-in Heart has going on. Also cuz it makes him more like “Woah what a bold guy/character!!” And don’t ask how the sword fits in that sheath, idk magic or something he’s the king of the yokai he can do whatever he wants

Slimatina (or Frostymander): Again not much going on here it’s pretty simple. Gave the lower body muscles cuz I noticed the lower body of Slimamander kind of looked like a chest & also just cuz that makes it more creepy. I gave the main body/head some hair clips resembling the patterns on the bulbs of the other heads. Also made the openings in the head look more like a woman’s mouth cuz again, makes it creepy, but also I just thought it would fit more with the Frostina part. Also gave the main heads head eyelashes that look like the openings on the other heads. Decided to give her a cape this time cuz I’m not fuckin around with another kosode. I don’t know if it comes off in the piece but I wanted her cape to be flying up like she just summoned a harsh wind. Last thing is I gave her an eye ornament on her obi & a specially tied obijime cuz I saw one tied like that on google & I thought it looked cute

Whisbuzz: YET AGAIN SAY IT WITH ME! NOT! MUCH! GOING! ON!!!!!! Uhh gave him a frown cuz he’s depressed or whatever, made the top of his hood look like Whispers…… ahoge???? Made his wings wispy on the ends. That’s about it. Fun fact before I drew that one I had another one but I scrapped it because it looked too much like a sperm cell :]

[borninwinter81]

Library tour - Pratchett and Gaiman focused with some honourable mentions

Of course I've constantly had full bookshelves since I was a child, but I'd always wanted a room I could properly call a library. The house my husband and I now live in has 3 bedrooms, so as we're child free we've each taken one of the spare rooms to do with as we wish.

The majority of the furniture you see is thrifted (aside from the bookcases) and it was self decorated with a lot of cut corners-for example I decided instead of proper flooring it would be cheaper just to pull up the carpet and varnish the actual boards.

I spend more time in here than I do in our living room 😁

Gaiman stuff. Sandman alongside some Alan Moore, Preacher, Hellblazer, my signed copy of The Crow and one volume of Sin City. Two copies each of Ocean (one illustrated), and American Gods (original and authors preferred text). And of course one of my copies of Good Omens. Plus you can see the novelisation of Pan's Labyrinth sitting next to Neverwhere. Del Toro is another favourite fantasist of mine.

Pratchett stuff. Complete Discworld of course, and I'm slowly increasing my non Discworld Pratchett collection, my second copy of GO, the Paul Kidby illustrated edition (makes sense to have one living with the Gaiman books and the other with Pratchett). Soul Music and Hogfather are both signed, I met Pterry when I was 14 on the Hogfather signing tour.

The crocheted toy was actually from a pattern for a mimic I made (pattern by Complicated Knots on YouTube), but it's luggage-y enough that I put it with the Discworld books, Rob Wilkins' biography of Pterry, and a Librarian to look after everything, make sure the books don't get rowdy and take care of the L-space. I've had him since I was 18.

Specifically Good Omens stuff: a pair of felt plushies a friend made for me after S1 was released (@diedarlingsuk on Instagram), a pair of drawings I bought from a very talented 15 year old artist at a tiny comic con also after S1, (I'd credit her but I've no idea of her name or if she has an online presence), the script book, the TV companion, and an art book by the wonderful @mistysblueboxstuff, who I'm sure most of the fandom know and love. This contains all her GO art from S1 and S2.

Honourable mention stuff - I put above that I love Del Toro, so I've got to share the Angel of Death from Hellboy 2 as its one of my favourite things in this room. And its an angel, so that's kinda linked.

Made for me by another friend from clay on a doll's body and the wings on wire frames (@sids_workshop on Instagram).

Finally the Complete William Blake illuminated works, a guidebook to a Blake exhibition I went to, and Gustav Dore illustrated copies of Dante, Milton, Coleridge, Tennyson and Poe. I am a huge poetry nerd, and I think many GO fans would find a lot to interest them in some of these, particularly Blake and Milton.

I could go on, there's tons of other stuff I'd like to include but this post is fairly massive already and I wanted to try and stick to my theme.

[moondirti]

all the ways i can have you

pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader rating: explicit (18+ mdni) word count: 1.3k summary: he's hooked on making you feel good. warnings: naked female clothed male, edging, overstimulation, fingering, pussy slapping, squirting, unprotected p-in-v, blowjobs, hickeys, biting, cunnilingus, rimming, face sitting, this is so filthy don't look at me. notes: here's a little thirst i wrote in my down time. It's not affiliated with The Remedy in any way; i just really needed to get all my thoughts about our favourite beskar man out tbh because the slow burn with those two is killing me

The Mandalorian is absolutely filthy.

It’s not something you expect. He’s awkward at the best of times – pointedly avoiding any possibility of social interaction by the drawing of his blaster or an elongated silence. Honestly, for the first few months that you’d known him, you actually thought he hated you. Sure, you were never the unfortunate soul skewered onto his spear, nor had he ever threatened to throw you into his carbonite freezer, but he always had a handy excuse at the ready when you tried to make conversation. It was torture until you learnt not to take it personally; you figured he was probably used to being alone, and that’s no fault of yours. His lack of social skills could not be your burden to bear. So, eventually, when he gave nothing but a grunt to your occasional bizarre musing, you’d simply shrug it off and go back to playing with the kid. 

In hindsight, maybe you should have picked at the source of his reticence. It certainly wouldn’t have taken you as long to get to this point if you had. Because now, it occurs to you that he’d probably been so tense from withholding the desires that the two of you, in fact, shared.

It seems so obvious once the dam had lifted, but keen deduction has never been your strong suit. 

Back to the point, though. Mando is beyond borderline obscene once you manage to tease it out of him. Truly, he’d have never instigated things had you not been so uninhibited. But when his resolve shatters, it’s like his mind goes into overdrive of all the things he’d do to you. You actually think that, if given the opportunity, he’d lay you out for days on end to enact every fantasy he has. Because life has its way of intruding, though, he settles for the in-betweens of your day to day, taking you in the small gaps where it can just be the two of you.

You think he’s wild when he edges you the first time, his gloved hand palming your front while you stand in nothing but your towel. This is on you, he said, you little tease. It’s deliciously painful; his fingers find your clit with practised ease and he presses down on it, rubbing you in small, tight circles. With the way his hardened body presses into you from behind, clad fully in his armour – a stark contrast to your exposed frame – and his rough praise meets your ear, you almost cum from the miniature ministration alone. But he recognises what your quickening pants mean; he sees how your back arches into him like you’re trying to match the overwhelming pleasure his hands administer, and he pulls away at the last second, fingers returning only to give a sharp smack to your cunt. And of course it echoes – you’re soaked, for Maker’s sake – which only serves to make him repeat the action again and again until you’ve significantly darkened in shade. 

By the time you’re on the brink of collapse, Mando has you sitting between his legs, back to his chest, one leg hooked over a strong arm while you sob your pleas into the empty space of the hull. He fingers you fast and rough, delighting in your high-pitched wails and whiney begs, and forces your first orgasm out of you with an expert quirk of his fingers. It’s torturous relief, like white hot embers dancing upon frozen skin, and your vision blurs as you gush over his vambrace. But he doesn’t let up; he continues drawing them from your sopping core, turning in a complete 180 to overstimulate you until you literally have nothing else to give. 

He manages to serve you in a way no one ever has before – you're a complete, quivering mess by the end – so, you assume that’s the extent of it. But time with Mando proved that was the least he can come up with.

He revels in spreading your legs whenever he gets the chance, taking his time to pull your glistening lips apart and absorb the sight of your clenching hole. He says it amazes him – how such a tight thing is able to stretch over his length – then promptly digs his cock from within the confines of his pants. You find yourself agreeing with the wonder of how it fits; it’s by far the biggest you’ve taken – thick with throbbing veins that weave up to an angry, leaking tip – but his thumbs always dance in reassuring circles along your inner thighs when he presses it against you. And when he pushes in, you forget all about your worries, because the stretch is divine. Mando absolutely fills you up to the brink, the ridges of him catching along your inner walls, and he pounds into you with reckless abandon, like a man starved. It’s simultaneously too much and not enough as he reaches those hidden parts of you – that spongy tissue at the front, the wall of your cervix – and the sensation becomes absolutely addictive. You go cock-dumb without fail, drooling, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and you think he might disappear someplace else as well, with the way his words pour unfiltered. Good girl. Beautiful. So fucking tight. Cum for me, I want to feel you. He turns reverent when he gets you this way, awkward fronts be damned. 

Funnily enough, he’s too impatient for you to go down on him. In the rare moments he forfeits, he has to hold himself back from pulling you up so he can just fuck you already. It’s not that you aren’t good at it, either – no, your tongue is enough to drive the strongest of men wild – but he just… doesn’t put as much priority in his pleasure as yours. It’s something different with you entirely. He doesn’t see sex as a means to relieve his mounting tensions, it’s not the same exchange he’s found in all those brothels. With you, Mando is overcome with the unshakeable urge to wring out every pleasure imaginable. He’s obsessed with the plump of your lips and the folds of your flesh. He dreams of every single part of you everywhere – under his hands, between his legs, in his mouth. 

So, he takes off his helmet to put his lips on yours. And you, who’s naive enough to again suppose that the last, world-ending orgasm was the scope of what he could do, experience it as he transforms into something else entirely. 

His kisses leave no area untouched. They find your neck, tightening as he sucks purple hickeys onto your skin, then pepper down to your chest, where he pecks your pebbled nipples and bites the swollen tissue underneath. Mando leaves a trail of spit and welts in his venture, and you moan under the calamity, combing through his soft curls with shaky fingers. And when he finds you soaked through your panties, your nails dig into his scalp, your tummy flushing with slight embarrassment. The pain sparks something in him, it seems, because he pushes your thighs up with a renewed vigour so he can press his nose onto your clothed cunt. My favourite, he groans between long inhales, before he rips off the cotton barrier that separates his tongue from your clit.

Mando eats you out like he’d rather be doing nothing else. He doesn’t. It’s his favourite pastime, solely for the way you mewl and squirm underneath him. He licks, sucks, drinks from you, uncovering every patch of skin with his warm tongue, which flicks over your bud until you cry and drives into you to collect the subsequent nectar. He spreads you on the floor like a meal, dominating in every way. He kneels before you on a chair, open as you rub his stubble into you. He even insists that you sit on his face: ‘I need to taste you more than I do air.’ You have no reason to doubt it, though. He fucks into his fist when you grind down on his chin, his free hand directing you forward until he can lap at your asshole as well. Mando wants you surging, spilling onto him; crying out his name, his real name, which he whispers to you as you come down from his onslaught.

Din, he beams. To you, mesh’la, it’s Din.

[soleilceirinen]

Little Girl Blue (Arthur Shelby x barmaid!reader).

Summary: you work as a barmaid at the Garrison. One day you find Arthur drawing something and get curious.

Warning: none.

A/N: English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes.

MASTERLIST (Cillian Murphy) - PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST

You had started working as a barmaid at the Garrison a few months before the Shelby brothers returned from France. 

At first, the idea of quitting crossed your mind but you had no other option and needed the job. You had to take care of your little brother, it was just you and him. You had practically raised him since your mother passed away in childbirth and after your father went to France at the beginning of the war to never come back. The boy was all you had left.

Once the Shelby brothers returned, your situation changed. You stopped having problems with some clients, mostly drunk men, just because you were a young woman. Deep down, you had the suspicion that the Peaky Blinders had something to do with the whole situation. Not that it bothered you, now you could walk alone at night and no one would dare look in your direction in the wrong way if they wanted to keep their eyes.

Out of the three of them, Arthur was your favourite. Sometimes you wanted to hold him in your arms like a child and whisper to him  that everything was alright. Others, when he was high or drunk, or who knows, you avoided him as much as possible. But he always treated you well, and more than once you had caught him gawking at you from across the pub. 

Your next favourite was John, who always flirted with you. You weren’t sure if he was serious or if he flirted with everyone but you were sure of one thing, you didn’t want to become the mother of all his children. And then there was Tommy. He was quite scary, every time he directed his cold blue eyes at you, it made you want to run away and hide. Something about him screamed stay away. He usually ignored you and only spoke to you to order another bottle of whiskey or rum.

-

That afternoon the pub was quiet. You looked up when the door opened, to see Arthur. He smiled at you like he always did, running a hand through his hair as he headed to the small reserved room he always occupied with his brothers. After drying some glasses, you walked towards the room while drying your hands on your apron.

Arthur didn’t notice your presence, he was focused on what seemed to be drawing something on a piece of paper. From your position you couldn’t see what it was. You knocked on the door frame a couple of times, making the man look up. A look of panic crossed his face but it lasted a few seconds, as long as he folded the paper and put it in his jacket pocket. 

"Excuse me Mr. Shelby, I didn't mean to bother you. Would you like me to get you something to drink?" You asked quietly, surprised by his reaction. 

“Just call me Arthur, love. How many times have I told you?”

“Many times,” you whispered and smiled. He nodded and looked at his watch, frowning slightly. 

“It won't be long until they arrive, I think I'll wait for them.” You were about to leave to go back behind the bar when his voice made you turn around. “How is you brother?”

You paused for a second, considering your answer. “Sammy is fine, a few scratches.” Your brother and Finn were friends and they liked to get into trouble together. A couple of days ago they had returned home covered in mud and blood. Neither of them wanted to confess what they had been doing to end up in that state. “If they are such trouble makers now I don’t want to think how they are going to be in a few years.”

Arthur laughed and lit a cigarette. He agreed with you.

-

From behind the bar you could observe Arthur through the window that overlooked the small room. You approached slowly, without attracting attention. Once again, he was focused on drawing something, but what could he be drawing? He didn’t seem like that kind of person, as far as you knew, he was interested in boxing not art.

“I didn’t know that you liked drawing, Arthur.” You commented, causing him to fold the paper again and hide it from your view. 

“I don’t. As a kid I liked it, but I’m not really good at it now.” He excused himself. His cheeks were starting to turn pink. 

You leaned over the window and stretched an arm towards him, wiggling your fingers. “Can I see it?”

Arthur shook his head, a few strands of hair fell over his temples. You felt the impulse to reach and put it back in place with your hand, but didn’t. 

“It’s not great…”, he muttered sheepishly. 

You sighed. He reminded you of a little child. “Fine, you don’t have to show me. But even if it’s not great, if it makes you happy and you enjoy it, it is worth it.”

Arthur nodded and opened his mouth to talk when a familiar face appeared in the room and sat next to him. “What are you talking about with Y/N?”

“That’s not your business, John!” said Arthur, pushing his brother in the shoulder. They were playing, you thought. 

Someone clearing his throat brought you back to reality. On the other side of the bar was Thomas, staring at you with his usual icy eyes. 

“Sorry, Mr. Shelby. What can I do for you?”

He pointed to the bottles behind you and turned around to join his brothers. You quickly grabbed three glasses and one whiskey bottle and followed him. While you poured them the liquid you could feel John’s eyes roaming over your body and the familiar smell of their cigarettes. 

-

You left them alone to discuss whatever they had to do. It was almost time to close when they came out, Thomas nodded at you and left the Garrison. You continued cleaning the bar surface, tired after the whole day. 

“Hey, Y/N, do you want me to walk home with you?”, asked John, looking at you with shining eyes. 

You smiled politely at him and shook your head. “It’s alright, John. I can walk on my own, like every night.”

Then, Arthur appeared next to his little brother and patted his back. “Let’s go, John. She’ll be fine,” he said, turning to look at you directly in the eyes, “no one will dare touch her. By order of the Peaky Blinders. Good night, Y/N.”

“Bye, Arthur… and John.” 

-

After that, the only remaining space to clean was the small room. So you started with it, picking up the glasses and the empty bottle as well as emptying the ashtrays. When you tidied up the seats something caught your eye, slowly you got closer and reached for it. 

It was a folded piece of paper. You recognised Arthur’s handwriting. Y/N. 

With the tip of your finger you traced the letters before unfolding the paper. You couldn’t help but smile at the little drawing. It was rough and simple, definitely not great at all, similar to the way children draw. But it was recognizable, the tiny figure had your clothes, your apron and the same hairstyle you always wore to work. 

Arthur had drawn you, and even if it wasn’t a masterpiece, it warmed your heart. Carefully, you folded it again and put it in your cardigan pocket. 

Despite his fame, you could tell that Arthur was a good man, a man who had come back from France changed. But, of all the men who returned from the war, was there any who remained the same as the one who left?

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group F, Round 3, Poll 4:

Propaganda under the cut

Tsurumi Tokushirou

in two words: "it's love". I was already insane about this guy but this line. just wow. the context is a flashback in which Tsurumi has been away fighting in the Sino-Japanese war and is now telling his dojo master that even trained soldiers are typically reluctant to kill another person and many will only pretend to fire their weapons. he spent a long time considering how you convince them to overcome that before figuring it out. "the motivating force that can bring out the aggressiveness in your soldiers... it isn't hatred of the enemy troops, nor is it fear... it isn't even a difference in political ideals. [what is it then?] it's love". this man is *surrounded* by soldiers who will do anything for him and you slowly see through multiple flashbacks just how much he has been pulling strings for *years* to make them love him. this particular flashback involves two fourteen year olds fighting over his attention until one of them kills the other and tsurumi helps cover up the murder and tells the murderer how *of course you have always been my favourite*. that kid goes on to work under him and when tsurumi draws on his face as a punishment he gets the drawings tattooed on so they stay forever. in another case he orchestrates the kidnapping of a different 14yo son of a navy commander by "Russians" (his loyal subordinates) and then pulls off a dashing rescue, earning the livelong military support of the dad and a major crush from the son. this kid chooses to go to army route rather than follow his dad into the navy, specifically because of tsurumi who he also ends up working for. he can't speak comprehensibly to tsurumi and edits himself into photos of him. case 3: while a soldier is away at war he crush appears to commit suicide by drowning in the sea. upon finding out that his dad told her he wasn't coming back, he beats him to death and ends up on death row. I forget exactly what info is revealed when but a) the woman is alive and tsurumi helped her move to Tokyo and get married, b) tsurumi planted fake bones under tsukishima's father's house to frame him for her murder, c) this then allowed tsukishima to be freed from jail, as long as he agreed to work for tsurumi as a Russian translator (he doesn't speak Russian at the time), d) tsukishima doesn't know all of this initially but tsurumi sets things up so he overhears a convo that reveals some of it so that he can know exactly what lengths tsurumi went to and feel even more in his debt, e) tsukishima later realises that conversation was set up and its purpose but *even with that knowledge* and being probably the character most aware of Tsurumi's manipulations, the pull is too strong and he will follow him to the ends of the earth. literally his only goal in life now is to have front row seats to the Tsurumi Theatre, which btw involves chasing convicts around to obtain their skins, wiping out entire prison populations and invading parts of Russia. he sometimes blames his erratic actions on the brain damage caused by a mortar shell to the forehead but he was doing all the same things before that, just more quietly. he knows *exactly* what he's doing and has everything planned out in detail

that post by @temp-propaganda because no way I can fit that all in propaganda section

Goncharov

He spends the entire film lying to and manipulating as many people as possible to achieve his ultimate goal (Katya is an obvious example; her having enough of that is a driving force behind their breaking relationship), and also including himself (insisting that he doesn't like Andrey when they're basically about to kiss anytime they're on screen). Also Gaslight Gatekeep Goncharov amiright

[sopuu]

hi !!! i wanted to know if you have a few tips on how you do your poses ? im not the greatest at them and want to see what others have to offer ^v^''

also , i absolutely ADORE your art ! it motivates me a lot

first of all thank you sm!! poses are literally my favourite thing to plan out so ill try my best to explain ghdfskl

so i usually break the body shape down like this

the body is basically like a 2-part rectangle which i can push in whatever direction i want to lead the pose- i like to exaggerate the shape to emphasise the uhh force of that push ig? i just play around with it until i get the energy i want

for idle/straight on poses i try to make them seem like they're doing something so that the pose forms more of a trapezium than a stiff rectangle, let the characters have some fun!

at this stage i don't really mind if the anatomy isn't completely accurate since i can fix that at the lineart/2nd sketch, im just focusing on getting the flow down so i let my lines be loose, just as long as i know which limb goes where then im good

also back poses!! most of the time you see the front of the character so drawing the back can be refreshing for me :) they flow just as well as the front ones too!

the same pose can be drawn in different angles- sometimes i put down a (very freestyled) perspective grid to define the space around the character and see where they can stand, and imagine a floating camera depending on where i want the focal point to be

you also don't really need to fret about following the grid to a T, just as long as they look grounded and the angle seems right

i like to slap down a few random grids to see how the character can interact with them, and they don't even need to be touching the character- they're just guidelines after all

for me i think of poses with a main line of action and a secondary contrasting motion (though sometimes one main line is enough), the second line adds a little flair and weight while the main is what you see at first glance

use references also! i can't emphasise that enough!! there's always pinterest or (especially for action poses) fight scenes from storyboards or from the finished film, which i love looking through frame-by-frame bc the keyframes and in-betweens are gold mines for inspiration- lego monkie kid is one of my go-to's for high energy poses!

aand that's all i got for now, hope this helps ^_^

[world0fmadness]

TAKE MY HEART

pelle “ dead ” ohlin x pregnant! reader

♡ general headcanons for pelle with a pregnant partner!

୨୧ some more domestic fluffy fluff for my favourite man <3

♡ related hc available here, here and here | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: death stranding by chvrches - end of small sanctuary by akira yamaoka

♡ pelle would be an absolute pro at handling your morning sickness!

୨୧ vomit doesn’t bother him in the slightest, not the smell nor the sound of your retching, he’ll awkwardly stand behind you in the small bathroom as you get it all up, bending his lanky frame slightly to pull your hair back and pat your back

♡ he really tries his best to comfort you :(

“ are you okay? is… is that it? no more vomit? okay… come on… ” ( he might not be the absolute best at verbal comfort but the feeling of his hand stroking your hair away from your face as you brush your teeth is comforting enough )

୨୧ he’ll always make you some hot drink ( but not coffee ) to help you feel better after some morning sickness

♡ he’d probably be secretly brainstorming name ideas all the time, scribbling them down on a ripped piece of paper whenever he thinks of a name he thinks you’ll particularly like or he thinks is unique

୨୧ i feel like pelle would find the kicking really interesting and is always so curious about it

♡ whenever the baby kicks, he just goes dead silent and stares at the bump with a curios look in his eyes

୨୧ he’d definitely ask a lot of questions about how it feels… like, what the kicking feels like inside of you and how the baby feels inside of you… he’s just curious and has no filter

“ …does it hurt? what does it feel like inside? sorry… ” ( he isn’t really sorry for asking so many questions, he’s a curious guy, but he’ll say sorry just in case you feel awkward which you never really do )

♡ pelle is the absolute best guy to be with when you have trouble getting to sleep at night because of the baby!

୨୧ he has no problem sitting awake with you and quietly talking to you as you cuddle into his arm whilst he lays flat on his back staring up at the ceiling of the room

♡ he’ll usually just mumble about really random things, thoughts he had pent up through the day

୨୧ things like how he’s wondering about how the baby will look, he hopes they’ll look more like you, how he’s just a little ( a lot ) scared to be bringing a child into his care, he thinks you’ll be great though

“ think you’ll be a good mother, really good… not sure about me though… ‘m not good with stuff… ” ( you’re the only person he’s ever opened his heart to, he just doesn’t know if he’ll be able to open his heart to another person as he did you! he’s the most nervous he’s ever been, please just tell him he’ll be good )

♡ to be honest, his quiet voice mumbling to you would probably help you get to sleep and as soon as he hears your breathing even out, he’ll nuzzle his head into your hair and plant a small kiss on your head before whispering a nearly silent “ i love you ”

୨୧ when you’re at doctors appointments with him, wether it be for ultrasounds or just average checkups, he’s super quiet

♡ he won’t say a word, only nodding or shaking his head and keeping his slightly shaky hand in yours the whole time, his bony fingers tightening around yours

୨୧ whenever he sees his baby on the grainy, black and white screen, he just gets lost in the image and zones out as he stares at it, the voices of you and the doctor becoming white noise to him as he looks ahead at his baby

♡ he’ll only snap out of this when it’s time to leave or you nudge him, he’d definitely shyly ask the doctor for a couple copies of the ultrasound to take home all the time!

୨୧ he’d probably draw the ultrasound a lot, studying it for hours as he copies the image down in his sketchbook

“ drew her ultrasound… you can see her little hands and feet now… look, this one is the very first one ” ( he really likes showing you his sketches of her ultrasounds, not for fishing compliments or anything but just because it’s your baby though he will blush a little if you compliment the sketches )

♡ when you’re in a not so great mood due to your hormones, pelle is very cautious around you and doesn’t talk much at all, he’ll just let you do your thing and try his absolute best to not do anything that might irritate you

୨୧ pelle would probably think the stretch marks appearing on your stomach are so pretty :(

♡ he wouldn’t be crazy vocal about it but whenever you’re sleeping against him with his arm around you, his fingers will trace the marks on your growing bump just as he does your other scars and marks! he thinks they’re beautiful in their own way, marks of strength more than anything else and he hates when he sees you being insecure about them

୨୧ when you’re too sick or tired to go shopping and none of your friends are available to do it for you, pelle will go for you, even if he really does not like shopping at all

♡ almost every time when shopping for you, he’ll find himself just standing idly in the baby supply isle, even when that’s not what you sent him shopping for! he just gets lost in looking at the little shoes, cute tiny blankets and other accessories

୨୧ he’ll stand in the isle completely lost in thought and daydreams for at least five minutes, people passing by him and looking at him strangely

♡ he’ll usually come home with at least one thing from the isle, something he picked up with haste and quickly dropped into the basket as if holding it for longer than a second would burn him! he won’t tell you he got it, he’ll simply let you find it in the shopping bag and if you ask about it, he’ll give a short and quiet response

“ just thought they might like it… ” ( just because they might like it… he was spoiling her before she was even born )

୨୧ pelle does kind of a similar thing in the nursery when that’s all prepared!

♡ you’ll wake up in the middle of the night due to not feeling his presence beside you and get up, walking around the hallways trying to find him before you find him in the nursery, bathed in the moonlight that shines through the window and standing still, running a hand across the crib with one hand whilst the other is up to his mouth as he bites his nails

୨୧ he’s just realising that soon, there will be a baby made from both you and him in the crib, a baby he’ll love… just go up and hug him from behind, it’ll be one of the few times you make him jump from your surprise presence before he comes back to bed with you, mumbling an apology for waking you up

♡ speaking of the nursery, he would paint some stuff in there! obviously not insanely creepy things but usually forest animals and trees, fairytale type things with the twist from his signature style! he painted a doe on the wall above the crib, as if it was a guardian angel for the baby and it ended up matching the baby really well as she had the biggest blue doe eyes

୨୧ please do not show this many any of your weird food cravings…

♡ he would be the type of guy to actually vomit at the sight of some of the stuff you’ve concocted, possibly even at just the smell of it!

୨୧ so you’ll need to give him a heads up when you’re going to make something weird you crave, just so that he can stay far away from the kitchen or even go for a walk in the woods

♡ yeah, so much other nasty stuff doesn’t bother him at all but weird food combinations? keep that stuff out of his sight, please…

[fungalittleweirdo]

ROTTMNT 60s AU !!!

UHHHH JUST WANTED TO PUT THIS OUT THERE WHILE I'M STUCK IN DENIAL ABOUT MY WRITER'S BLOCK

raph

please this man has SOUL

he sings in clubs in new york, he has a record coming out in '67 with his band Raphael and The Digg

his brothers didn't feel like joining the band, so it's up to some talented musician girls he met without a trained main vocalist (digg, with prairie dog, honey badger, and groundhog)

they're super popular in harlem and they make it to charts

raph meets other motown records signees and they always find he's the gentlest of giants

he and his band DESERVES a grammy

leo

he's a surfer !!!

he loves competing in surfing tournaments in long island

the boy's a legend, other surfers think he's a fish at first

if he didn't have separation anxiety for his brothers (a post-kraang headcanon) he would have gone to the west coast where the real competitions are (they never feel like leaving new york for very long)

for now he's happy surfing the coast of long island

he loves when todd surfs with him, his favourite part is the lemonade he gets afterwards

donnie

donatello is OBSESSED with the space race

he managed to hack nasa for rocket blueprints

he got caught and they asked him if he was a communist but there was no found evidence that proved he was so he was let go and his name was cleared

he managed to improve the blueprints he got his hands on and built more efficient rockets, then he used computing tech to make his very own battleshell

he has a super-powered telescope he nicknamed shelldon

donnie predicted the states would win the space race in 1965 because it had something to do with the war, i myself don't know how he used that data point to draw a conclusion

mikey

mikey is such a hippie he has mugshots of his charming smiling face framed to prove it

very anti-war, very pro-civil rights movement, pro-dope and lowkey anti-united states government

he was at the stonewall riots !!!!!

he not only fought for human civil rights, but for mutants too, so that he and his brothers could be acknowledged as citizens

humans turned into mutants are already citizens, but the mistreatment they get is unfair and mikey chose to be a leading pioneer for mutant rights

leo (hesitantly) opened portals for mikey in the south so that he could stand with people of colour in their trying times

misc notes !!

lou jitsu was popular in golden age hollywood, he won many accolades for his films until big mama made it look like he was signed to stay in the battle nexus

jupiter jim films are actually westerns, his name is junebug jim instead

big mama is a big mafia boss woman regardless of the era she's in, though her battle nexus is televised for all ages

instead of becoming criminals, mutants follow mikey's lead protesting for mutant/yokai rights and new york is the first city to acknowledge it

the turtles' beach parties are insane, there's always some people other than the siblings lingering around at midnight

april is the best reporter out there, she reports on the turtles' exploits all the time and she makes mad BANK over it (successful 60s black woman slay)

the foot clan is a cult a lot like the manson family, the turtles hate their guts

baron draxum does the same thing he always did, brood in his lab trying to destroy the humans (that is until mikey gets through to him)

sr. hueso's run of the mill pizza is still the turtles' favourite pizza spot, though the establishment is beachside because he's on good terms with his brother, who mainly does imports

casey jr. is a star hockey player, he also avoids the draft because he's from the future, so the government doesn't have his records

but cass protests against the war with mikey whenever she can, she's also anti-war

donnie also managed to be the first mutant on the moon by his own means, it's been a childhood dream since he saw laika's launch in sputnik 2

aight that's all i have for now, i hope you enjoyed !!

[itsascreambaby96]

HIII<33

I was wondering if you could write something with Robin and Bimbo reader. Like when you both get intimate she says things like "Your just my dumb little baby, aren't you" or "Aww your little sounds are adorable"

I hope this is alright with you also love your blog❤��

Warnings: 18+ mdni!!!!! Bimbo Reader. Oral.

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

A/N : ahhh thank you! And also thank you for the request! I love Robin so much!

Also not proof read

Be a good girl

Robin loved you. Especially when you showed up at Family Videos with your tight little skirts and your low cut tops. Not realising that every man's head was turning your direction. All cute and innocent when they tried flirting with you. Your bubbly personality captivating them but the moment you do see Robin you abandon them in seconds.

Of course jealousy bubbled in Robin here and there, which she loved to take out on you.

Like right now. She was closing up Family Videos. You have been there earlier to make sure when to pick her up, some costumer flirting with you had you twirling your hair. Robin was fuming on the inside. You got there just a little late cause your nails weren't dry yet. She was waiting for you to pick her up.

When you went inside Robin pushed you against the counter, kissing you hungrily, smearing your perfectly done lipgloss. Her kisses always left you breathless but this one really knocked out all air from your lungs. Her hands were everywhere. Your boobs were one of Robins favourites, squeezing the subtle flesh in your way to tight top. One hand going into your hair, gripping them tight, a whine escaped your lips, which made her grin against you. She let go of your lips and kept grinning as you tried to follow her lips with your own, not wanting the kiss to end just yet.

"Poor baby. Already so desperate and all I did was kiss you." Her tone was teasing.

With feather light touches her fingers ran up your thighs, gripping onto them and helping you up onto the counter. Now standing between your thighs, Robin yanked your head back to have access to your neck. Another whine left your lips which turned into a moan as Robin started to litter your throat with wet kisses, licking a stripe to the column of your neck. Robin knew your secret spot and teased around it. You wiggled a little to let her know what you wanted.

"Aww my dumb Angel. Cat's got your tongue?" The cold air from her words hit your wet neck making you shiver.

"Robin..."

"Glad to know you haven't forgotten my name yet." She kept kissing your neck and you closed your eyes. Wrapping your legs around Robin's frame, your skirt hiking up because of that.

Finally Robin got to your sweet spot and she started sucking on it harshly, surely leaving a giant hickey in the process. But knowing Robin that was her plan. Your little moans were like music to her ears.

One of her hands crept up under your skirt. Her pointer finger rubbing as light as possible over the wet patch on your panties.

"Who made you this wet hm?"

But all she got in respose was an almost pathetic whine from you as you tried to get closer to Robin's finger. It almost made her laugh.

"You really are just my dumb little baby, aren't you?" With her words she let your panties snap against your pussy, making another pathetic whine leave you.

"Please... Need you."

"Aww my poor little Angel. That must have been so hard for you." Your nod confirmed her suspicion.

With a hum Robin yanked of your panties. You didn't see where she put them and you didn't care. She knelt down, spreading your legs wide, now eye to eye with your glistening pussy.

"You always get wet for me so easily." She started slowly, kissing her way up your thigh on one side. When you thought she was finally going to devour you she went to the other side. It drove you crazy and you started to wiggle a little to make her understand what you wanted. But Robin wasn't habing it. She bit into your thigh, not to hard to draw blood but enough to make you still, and even more wet.

"Behave. Or have you forgotten how to be good?"

"I'm good."

"I hope so." Then she continued and finally she laid a kiss onto your glistening folds. Her tongue darting out to lick around you, teasing you even more. You gripped her head for balance. When she continued teasing around you, you tried to pull her head where you needed her most but she only gave your thigh a warning squeez. You kept whining and moaning.

One of Robin's slender fingers was circling around your entrance and finally pushed inside. You threw your head back, finally having something inside of you but not nearly enough. Her pace was slow, of course it was. She sucked on your lips as she pushed her finger in and out of you. Lapping up your juices and mixing it with her own saliva.

You wanted more, needed more, but all the words in your mind have left you the moment Robin went down on you. And so all you could do was moan and whine.

Robin looked up at you and what she saw made her own thighs clench together. You looked so desperate. Your hair a mess, lips kiss swollen and your eyes were filled with desperate tears, glazed over with lust.

"Gosh look at you. I don't even have to do much and you already look so fucked out."

An adorable pout formed on your lips. It's always been easy for Robin to turn you into a mess. You just loved her so deeply and wanted her just as much. Robin knew that of course. Hence why she took a little bit of pitty and added a second finger, making you moan loudly. Her mouth wandered up a little, her tongue coming in contact with your clit. Your eyes were fluttering close. The tip of her tongue kept circling and flicking your clit as her fingers kept pumping into you. She was switching up the pace, her fingers scissoring inside of you.

"Your little sounds are so adorable." She blew some air against your clit making you shiver, clenching around her fingers.

Robin gave another blow, making goosebumps rise on your soft skin. Robin usually loves to take her time with you, devouring you completely but today she was growing impatient. Her pace started to quicken again her lips wrapping around your clit, sucking on it and her tongue flicking over it. It was almost enough. Almost.

Then she started to curl her upward, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that made you double over, gripping her hair as tight as possible.

"Oh Robin!" You were able to squeak out, you could feel her smirking against you. Your legs started to shake and wrap around Robin more tightly, your head thrown back in pleasure and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your moans were high pitched as your orgasm rolled over you. Robin eagerly lapped up all your juices milking every last drop from you.

It was almost too much, growing very sensitive, Robin slowly pulled her fingers out of you. Giving your cunt one last kiss.

"So pretty." You were pretty sure she wasn't talking to you but rather your pussy. Which made you giggle breathlessly and made Robin's attention snap to you. She stood up and leaned into you to give you a sloppy kiss. You could taste yourself on her lips. It almost made you horny again.

Robin helped you back down from the counter and re-adjusted your skirt. You gave her a happy smile. She softly grabbed your cheeks in one hand.

"This night is far from over. Let's see how good you really are once I get my strap out." Your eyes widen in excitement at this. Robin gave you another kiss and ushered you out the door, giving your ass a soft slap.

The next day it was Steve you found your panties behind the counter, and Robin who snatched it out of his hand pretending to throw it away, stashing it inside of her pocket. It reminded her the whole day what you two did here last night.

[your-divine-ribs]

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The sky's black velvet scattered over with a myriad of stars, a stain of violet on the horizon signalling the oncoming dawn. You've not slept, curled up in your seat in the window wrapped in a soft blanket, cradling a steaming hot cup of coffee.

Coffee isn't the only thing keeping you awake. Van's due back from tour and the flurry of excitement which simmers in your gut will never allow you to get even a minute's rest until you know he's back where he's meant to be. Home safe and in your arms.

The quiet sound of a distant car makes you sit upright, ears pricked and straining. You live on a quiet coastal road which is rarely traversed in the small hours of the morning, so the likelihood of this being Van is high. Then there's the unmistakeable sound of an engine idling, a low quiet voice and the slam of a car door, heavy footsteps crunching on the gravel driveway. As soon as the tall, dark figure comes into view your heart lurches and you spring to your feet, making for the door. You arrive just as the sound of a key turning in the lock emanates through the wood and you reach out an eager hand, grasping the handle and pulling the door fully open with force.

"Van!"

He stands framed in the doorway, the soft lighting from the hallway illuminating him, a slightly crooked smile on his face and eyes hooded with tiredness.

"Hey love, what're you doing up? It must be 3am!"

"Half past 4 actually," you correct him, stepping back to let him in and shutting the door behind him. "I couldn't sleep knowing you were coming back though. God I've missed you!"

His smile widens as he steps forward, quickly dropping his duffel bag and reaching out both hands to curl around your hips. "I've missed you too, so fucking much. You wouldn't believe how much. It's so good to be home."

You reach out for him. Although he's much taller than you it's like he falls into your embrace, melting into your arms, a sigh escaping him as he nestles his face into the crook of your neck. You burrow into the warmth of his chest, the soft material of his hoodie comforting on your skin. He clings to you and you reach up a hand to the nape of his neck, comforting touches smoothing down his hair and trailing down his spine.

"Mmm... I'm so tired," he mumbles into your neck. "Don't think I've ever been this tired before in my life."

You pull away and feel him release his grip on you reluctantly as you look up at him. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

"Actually, I'd really love a cuppa..."

You let out a small laugh, reaching for his hand and pulling him towards the kitchen. "What are you like? The world would be ending and you'd still stop for a cup of tea!"

You reach for the kettle as soon as you enter the kitchen, flicking it on. You're just adding a teabag to Van's favourite mug when you feel the warmth of his body behind you, pressing you into the countertop. He draws your hair to one side, bending his head down and nuzzling into your neck, pressing a small kiss to your skin. You can tell he hasn't shaved this morning, scratchy stubble tickling your neck, sending warm tingles through you.

"You smell so good," he whispers.

You giggle at the ticklish sensation of his lips on your neck. "I smell good?"

"Mmm..." comes his sleepy voice, fingers flexing at your waist, holding you even tighter. "You've no idea how good it is. Not after being cooped up on that tour bus with all the lads. It certainly doesn't smell pretty!"

He chuckles and smushes his face even further into your neck and you hear him stifling a yawn. You smile to yourself, pouring boiling water into his mug, stirring it with a teaspoon then gently shrugging the shoulder that he's resting on.

"Hey!" he protests as you wriggle in his arms so that he'll loosen his hold on you, but he relents when he realises that you're not escaping and you're just turning around to face him.

You can see him clearly now under the harsh strip lighting in the kitchen. His hair hangs in limp strands around his face and the skin under his eyes is tinged blue and puffy. His skin looks even paler than normal, sallow, a testament to late nights, an unforgiving schedule and a bad diet. He never does find the time to eat properly on tour, often favouring a cuppa and a cigarette instead of something nourishing. Bananas are probably the only nutritious thing that's passed his lips in three weeks.

"Wish you'd look after yourself a bit better when you're away," you grumble. "You look like you've not even seen sunlight for three weeks."

You reach up a hand to cup his face, your thumb gently trailing over his freckled cheeks. He leans his face into your palm, blinking heavily, his blue eyes still bright despite the tiredness when they flutter open again to look at you. That small spark is always present when he looks at you in that adoring way.

He smiles but it's muted, his voice quiet and slightly croaky when he replies.

"Hardly have to be honest. It's been so busy. Shows back to back... we only had a few free days, and then we thought it'd be a good time to go over the material for the new album."

"You been sleeping okay?"

A small crease forms on his brow, his nose crinkling up as he shakes his head slightly.

"Nah, not really. You know what I'm like babe, I only sleep good when I'm here with you. After a show I'm too wired to sleep and on the other nights I feel tired but then I can't settle in those goddamn bunks... and then everyone complains 'cos I'm tossing and turning. I usually just give up, get up and go for a smoke."

You sigh deeply, frustrated with him but not wanting to nag him when he's clearly so exhausted.

He blinks again, prolonged, his long lashes fanning over his cheeks, a small sigh escaping him. His shoulders are slumped, his posture slouched.

"Are you sure you really want this tea? You look dead on your feet. If you fall asleep here on the kitchen floor I'm not carrying you to bed you know. You're too bloody heavy!"

He chuckles, a low, soft sound. "Maybe I'll skip the tea after all."

"Come on sleepy head..."

You reach for his hand again, fingers finding his and entwining around them, urging him to follow you as you start for the hallway and the stairway beyond. Van's shuffling footsteps trail behind you then plod up the stairs as you make your way slowly up to the bedroom.

He sits down heavily on the bed, toeing off his boots before swinging his legs around and up, lying back and emitting a contented sigh.

"Oh my god that's so good! I've missed this bed so much! C'mon love, c'mere. Come and lie with me."

He stretches one arm out on the bed across the adjacent pillow, the other angled up and towards you, his fingers making a grabby hand gesture.

You pause, looking down and taking all of him in lying there, all bundled up in his cosy hoodie, a cute dopey expression on his face.

"Aren't you even gonna get undressed for bed?"

You move forward, kneeling on the bed next to him, fingers grasping at the hem of his sweatshirt, tugging it upwards, exposing his belly.

He laughs. "Babe... you know I'd never normally turn ya down. I'm so bloody tired though, I really don't think I've got it in me tonight, sorry!"

"I just want you to be comfy, come on. Arms up!"

He grumbles, resisting, making a grab for your wrists which he holds gently but firmly, pulling you upwards until your body falls across his. You don't have much choice in the matter, but to be honest now you're lying so close to Van, your body flush against his, getting yourself ready for bed is the last thing on your mind. He feels so good, the solid warmth of his body, the way his long arms wrap around you, holding you tightly, his fingers trailing down the contours of your back and settling on your waist. You don't want him to ever let you go, even for just a moment.

"Mmm... I've missed this so much," you hear him murmur. "It's so hard being away, but this makes up for it all."

You prop yourself up on your elbows, smiling down on him. The only light in the bedroom is the moonlight spilling in from a gap in the curtains, and it illuminates him in its soft glow. He looks angelic lying there, his hair spread out on the pillow, his mouth curled into a serene smile.

You lean down to him, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. It's slow and gentle, both of you battling against the sleep which threatens to pull you down into its warm, comforting clutches.

"Love you Y/N... so much," he whispers when you finally pull away. "With all my heart."

"Love you too..."

You feel one of his hands gently stroking your back, comforting caresses which make you melt into him even more. You feel so happy in that moment, closer than you ever have been. It makes you forget about all the teary goodbyes and the missed calls due to time differences and the lonely nights when your bed feels too big just for you. All that matters is that he's here with you now.

You let your head sink down on to his chest and you can feel his contented breathing and the steady beat of his heart. One of his hands raises up, fingers gently raking through your hair. You can feel your eyes closing and you don't fight it this time, burrowing your face further into him, breathing him in. He feels like home.

Sleep claims you both in a perfect moment.

[yourpalmickeymouse]

Hello Mickey! I’m back once more haha! (For a little while though 😅).

Just poppin’ by to ask, what’s your favourite hobby to do in your spare time? (When you are not in the department working on cases) I hear that you have a thing for planes (which I find fascinating! I would love to hear more if you are okay with it).

Anyway have a good day Mick! See you around!

-Sunny ☀️

(P.S my favourite hobby to do is. Well drawing! So I drew a pic of ya!) (sorry if it’s a little wonky hehe…😅)

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Did you DRAW THAT!!! Oh Boy! That's Incredible!!! Thank you so much!!! I love it!!! Do you mind if I share it with all my friends? They would all love to see this! Can I take this home? I want to frame it on my wall...

Oh... Sorry 😅 I just got really excited. I wasn't expectin' to get a picture. I really appreciate it though!

Now for your question. I kinda have a ton of hobbies. I like to keep myself busy and learn new things.

You mentioned planes and yes I do very much love planes. I really love readin' up on 'em (as well as trains and boats). You could probably point to any plane in the world and I'll be able to tell you exactly what kind it is. When I was younger, my parents would take my to private airplane hangers and I would spend hours askin' the pilots about their planes. I actually met Colonel Doberman that way and we still keep in touch.

I also like to create little plane models in my free time too. Though I probably have way too many sets lying around my house. I kinda don't know where to put them all 😅 I dunno why I love planes so much. I guess I just always like the idea of bein' able to go anywhere in the world. The idea of having bein' able to see many amazin' things. I don't have my license, but I do want to get it someday.

Hm... I think some of my other favorite hobbies are the ones I do with friends. I love to fish, bowl, or play video games with Goofy or Donald if he visits. Minnie and I love to garden together. Sometimes Horace and I will work on fixer upper projects. Clarabelle and I will do some exercises and martial arts trainin'.

Oh! And someone on here recommended that I should spend some more time with Daisy and it turns out she's actually really into journalism, like I was. She currently runs her own online news site and we've been meeting up so that I could help her with the pictures. Her site's more focused on trends, fashion, and pop culture which normally isn't my thing, but has been fun to learn about. But she also covers important world events as well, which is more in my wheelhouse.

Also drawin' is a great hobby. Thank you again for the art. I also like to sketch things sometimes and even make comics, though I'm definitely not as good as you ha ha. Maybe I'll share them some day. But for now I'm happy with seein' all of the art you make 😊

- M.M.