#i NEEDED to draw them specifically for this. my two special boys

[anukfilli]

Which of your OCs would be the killer or the final girl?

obsessed with this bc i feel like that's just my two main guys rn. anyways to answer ur question: hi, this is Axi and Xavier, and hopefully this image will explain everything

[ordowrites]

terms

cw: none, some kissing and pet names used in replacement of names, gn reader, slight banter, pure fluff, established relationship, mdni, minors do not interact.

i've never written childe before so i do hope i did him justice but i couldn't stop thinking about this idea in class sorry childe stans if i messed up

it's not that he's bad at romance - it's just that he's not good at it. you know that the eleventh fatui harbinger has had a crush on you for a very long time, but he's never been...good at going about any of his romantic interests. when you smile at him and greet him, he calls you comrade instead of anything else, and of course, you wouldn't dream of teasing a harbinger.

but yet, the flowers he gives you are lovely and fresh, he asks you out for dinner pretty frequently - while he has the funds, you'd much rather a homecooked meal and he is ever happy to provide that. you don't know why you're so surprised when he can cook up a delicious meal even with your meager groceries. and while you tend to fall into the quieter side, you're more than happy to listen to him regale stories of childhood and snezhnaya, anything to keep his face lit up and happy.

the two of you fell naturally into a relationship - what was simple, "we're just friends" turned into, "well, maybe. we're having lunch or dinner again this week" to "hands off my partner or there will be trouble." in a span of a few months, and it makes your belly flutter. he's about as wild about you as you are about him - perhaps a bit more possessive but that's okay in your eyes, he'd never cheat nor hurt you. and you're happy to provide him a family one day, so smitten with the blue eyed boy who holds your attention.

"why do you call be comrade? it makes me feel as if i am merely one of your subordinates or just merely a friend." you gently chide him at dinner one day, not meaning anything seriously of it. "goodness, has it become a term of endearment now?"

"oh uh - sorry, i didn't know it bothered you that much. it's simply a habit, you know? i don't know what else to call you," childe - ajax - says, face turning a bit red. "i was informed by some uh colleagues that specific terms these days are lame or stupid and to not use them."

you let out a soft breath, a little laugh. this man is believed to be pretty ruthless in the battlefield and blood thirsty, and here he is, blushing like a schoolboy over you teasing him about calling you comrade.

"ah - well, I suppose that makes sense."

ajax rubs a blue eye, smiling a bit sheepishly at you. "i haven't quite thought about relationships, y'know. so..." he trails off. "if it bothers you-"

you break him off with a little kiss on the lips. "it's okay, ajax. i was mostly teasing."

"no," he says, after a moment and a lopsided smile. "you need something else. something special, because you're special." oh and now he has you blushing, caught between words and unable to get them out. ajax looks pleased at this. "how 'bout...snowdrop? my snowdrop. they grow in snezhnaya, and i think they're quite pretty. maybe i'll try to order some for you."

"i think that's perfect." you say, after a moment of thought while he stared at you with hope in those blue eyes you can never say no to. "lovelier than comrade."

ajax snorts and he draws you in for a more warmer kiss. "good, 'cause i wasn't gonna change it."

[wooahaes]

out for delivery

pairing: none? non-idol!svt with a mention of gn!reader

prompt: that one post i made about reader asking for them to send their cutest delivery guy

genre: comedy. this is just silly stuff teehee

word count: 1.4k~

warnings: food mentions. svt arguing about who is the cutest. i didnt proofread this at all btw its just supposed to be silly goofy fun.

daisy’s notes: this has been in my drafts for over two months.

Junhui was the one who read off your order to the others, only to stop when he saw the special instruction in the delivery spot: send ur cutest guy, pls. 

Of course, being someone with access to the internet, Jun had heard of this kind of thing before. People who throw in instructions like that for fun, or people who ask for things to be drawn on their to-go boxes (he always did those when they popped up--his art skills might not be perfect, but he can draw a little cat saying ‘enjoy your food!’ any day), or sometimes the occasional message from someone to another (the ‘person loves you’ or ‘person says to get well soon’ kind of deal). But this? Here? Well...

“Which one of us is the cutest?” He mused aloud, catching Jeonghan’s attention as he stepped away from the kitchen to wipe the sweat off his brow.

“What?”

Jun nodded toward the screen and your specific instruction. “They asked for a cute delivery guy. Who’s working today?”

Jeonghan paused, musing on the question. “Soonyoung, Wonwoo, Vernon,” he listed off, although he continued to wrack his brain to see if that Namjoon guy was in as well. Nah--Maybe on the weekend when they’re busier and need the extra hands, but three already is kind of overkill as it is.

(Not that any of them are complaining, that is: they’re still getting some sort of payment for all of this.)

“It doesn’t say cutest delivery guy,” Jeonghan said. “Just our cutest guy.”

Seungcheol looked up from his clipboard as he came back, brow raised. “Me?”

Jeonghan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Obviously, I’m the cutest one here. I’ll make it.”

It was at this point that they’d started gathering the attention of everyone currently in (which, today, had been everyone except for Soonyoung, who was still out on a delivery across the city).

Seungcheol stared at him, “You don’t work delivery--”

“So?” Jeonghan said. “I don’t mind going--”

“You don’t, either,” Jun piped up. “I could run if I need to--”

Seungkwan was finally the one to speak up, “What are you talking about?”

For a moment, the three said nothing. If everyone got into this conversation, it’d be an all-out bloodbath, especially with Seungkwan taking part. Yet Wonwoo, who had been sitting nearby, enjoying his few minutes of rest after his own series of deliveries, looked up.

“Someone asked for a cute delivery guy, and they’re debating about it,” he shrugged, looking back at his phone--although the tiny smile on his face was still evident. The rotten fucker--

“I can go,” Joshua spoke up, as if he wasn’t literally working on your order alongside Mingyu. “Just gimme a sec, I’ll change shirts.”

Seokmin, who had been busy rolling out pizza dough, looked up. “Is this really a debate? I think we all know I’m the cutest one here...”

“Both of you work in the kitchens,” Seungcheol said, “you can’t leave.”

“All of us are in today, and it’s slow right now,” Chan said, already washing his hands of flour, ready to remove his apron in a moment. “You guys won’t miss me.”

“Who said you were going?!” Seungkwan whipped around, “If anyone goes, it should be me! Everyone who comes in tells points out how cute I am!”

Mingyu looked up, a cocky smile tugging at his lips. “Who gets asked out the most here?”

Silence. The motherfucker...

And then Minghao looked up. “They said cutest. Not hottest. Which eliminates all of you--”

“I’m very cute!” Seungkwan huffed, “That’s why it should be me.”

Vernon looked up from his phone, yet another delivery boy who probably should just take the order when it’s ready. “I dunno. I think I’m pretty cute. I could do it. Plus,” he shrugged, “kind of my job--”

“You’re hot and you know it,” Jeonghan spoke up. “Hao has a point. They requested the cutest guy--which means it’s down to Seungkwan, Chan, and I.”

Minghao scoffed, rolling up his sleeves. “Just you three?”

Mingyu had thrown an arm around Jihoon’s shoulders, dragging him from his quiet spot of observation straight into the conversation. “Jihoon should be included, too.”

“Oh? What if this person flirts with him?” Jeonghan chuckled. “They’re paying in cash and Jihoon would probably walk off without it.”

Jihoon’s face turned red. “I’m not that bad--”

“You almost did it last time you had to work the window.”

“They were too upfront!” Jihoon huffed, his face slowly turning red. “If they had said to you what they said to me, you’d run, too! That’s why Jun had to take over!”

“They said you had pretty eyes!”

Jihoon’s face burned with embarrassment. “It was the way they said it...”

As if in his own world, Jun quietly mused aloud, “I think I’m pretty cute,” as he continued looking over the order again.

“And if Jun’s cute, then I’m cute.” Joshua wiped his hands down his apron, turning back. “Jun, does the order say anything else?”

He shook his head. The only note you had put in was the note they were debating about now: send ur cutest guy, pls. Nothing more, nothing less. Hell, none of them even knew why you’d asked for their cutest guy. Was it a joke? Were you kind of desperate for something? Was this going to be the really bad intro to a porno? The questions persisted.

Seungcheol had been the one who pulled your pizza from the oven when it was time, boxing it up and carefully sealing it. “Who’s delivering it?”

Immediately, several people had volunteered.

He rolled his eyes. “Wonwoo, Vernon--”

“I’ll do it,” Seungkwan insisted further. “They asked for someone cute!”

Vernon raised his brows. “Dude, what the hell--”

“You know you’re hot, shut up.” Seungkwan turned. “If they want someone cute, then it’s only between a few of us. Not including Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan gasped, turning around as he pressed a hand to his chest. “I’m angelic--”

“That’s a lie and you know it!”

The bell chimed as Soonyoung made his way in, going completely ungreeted as the conversation continued. He looked to Wonwoo, who merely shrugged in exchange before watching as Minghao began to make the very well formulated argument that he was the cutest (his fairy-like giggle was direct proof, in his own words--the others called him cute all the time for it). Which caused Seungcheol to argue back that if he was including laughs as evidence, then his own could count because plenty of people found it endearing. Soonyoung said nothing, walking over to where the orders were as he began looking through them for another delivery since his break would come later tonight.

“I’m not saying your laugh isn’t cute,” Seungcheol said, “I’m saying you can’t use it as proof when all of us have cute laughs!”

“Some of you sound like a hyena,” Minghao rolled his eyes, “and some of you are too ‘hot’ to be cute! You talk about how handsome you are all the time--”

“Stop, you’ll make him pout,” Jeonghan chuckled from nearby, “and then he’ll really start insisting he’s the cutest of us.”

The bell chimed again, and Jun merely glanced up to see that it was only Soonyoung leaving. He turned back. “People tell me I’m cute. I’m carefree.”

“Childish cute doesn’t count,” Seungkwan said, lips pursed. “I’m cute because of my mannerisms.”

“The same mannerisms you get mad at Soonyoung for imitating,” Seokmin muttered under his breath, only to earn a deadly glare from Seungkwan. “You do!”

Wonwoo looked back down at his phone, wondering if he should have been recording this entire conversation. “I think I’m cute.”

“One of us has to go,” Joshua spoke up, “before their food gets cold. And I think I should do it because I’ll be the fastest--”

“Dude,” Vernon looked up. “I’m pretty fast on my bike.”

“It’s a bike, we’d all be fast  on it,” Minghao scoffed. “Why aren’t one of them doing it?” Minghao gestured toward Wonwoo and Vernon. “They’re the delivery boys!”

“Still on break,” Wonwoo said without looking up, “for another few minutes.” 

Seungcheol opened his mouth to say something--probably about how one of their breaks had already ended by now.

“Also, Soonyoung just left with it,” Wonwoo added casually enough.

Immediately, several pairs of eyes went to where the order had been left... and sure enough, it was gone.

And then chaos ensued, and Wonwoo hid yet another smile as he listened to several people bemoan that little factoid. Yet Soonyoung was pedaling away, completely lost as to what had gone down while he was gone.

(And when he showed up, bragging about the huge tip that you had given him while laughing about the fact the others had been arguing... Well. They knew what was going to happen the next time you threw in that special request.)

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[laurark]

2023 Wrap Up

A strange year that was both long and short. The main lesson to learn from 2023 is the same lesson I have been learning every year since I was 6 years old: Things happen if you try!

 I spent a lot of time this year hitting my head against a wall, or rather healing from an RSI that caused making art to become really fraught. I could bear the wrist pain in order to do my favorite thing (drawing!!!) but then the pain stuck around after I had clocked out for the day and was making dinner. It would go like this: I want to make pasta sauce using canned tomatoes, but using a can opener is so painful now that maybe I should just do something else. The onions and garlic are already cooking in the pan though, what can I pivot that to? I felt like the biggest dunce in the world. I worked my way into being cursed, I deserved it.

I have this craving to just commit to a big art project, like a graphic novel, and keep my head down working on it. Having all my time devoted to work feels a bit like doing penance, like earning my bread. But I look at the world and I know I cannot draw my way out of this. I can’t write my way out of this. I can’t post my way out of this. I am unprepared for what I need to do to earn a better tomorrow. But I am prepared to learn.

I changed up my desk ergonomics and my wrist healed. Thank you to the huge desk easel that I stole from my parents’ house. It’s ugly, heavy, stained, and I keep banging my elbows on its sharp corners. It sucks but it saved my life. Do not resist making your workspace uglier if it might help you! 

Making The Influence and participating in the ShortBox Comics Fair was a huge work highlight this year. I’m so grateful I can make a work with dark themes and have it be understood and appreciated. The encouraging response to The Influence did a lot to kill the bad faith reviewer in my mind. Things are possible if you try!

I started painting again and I really love it. I’m trying to just follow the image-making. Painting is play to me and I want it to remain so. I feel myself itch to turn it into some kind of profitable thing, to make it palatable, but I’m trying to resist so it remains a place of experimentation. 

I also wrote a short novel. It’s awful. I just re-read it and it’s so bad, but reading it makes me happy. It needs serious reworking to be a proper novel, but I did technically cross the finish line and write the whole story. It was very refreshing and informative to branch out like this, even if I don’t think this particular example is fit for human consumption. Earlier in my life I was so stubborn about ONLY working in comics but now I’d like to pursue whatever path I can to have a creative career. If you try!

I had a great time tabling at Short Run this year. Two different people came to my table and told me they came to the show specifically to see my table. One person said Bug Boys was responsible for facilitating “many special moments” with them and their niece. I don’t want to forget about moments like this. It means a lot to me. 

It occurs to me as I type out this year’s accomplishments, they’re mostly things I did at home alone. I haven’t rejoined the world after COVID in a meaningful way, the way I hoped I would during lockdown. It comes naturally to me to make up excuses to stay home, keep my head down, watch how things play out before joining in. That attitude does me a disservice. It isolates me. When other people are only in the screen, they become hypothetical. It’s not right to live this way, but it’s comfortable to me. It feels “safe” after COVID, even though it’s not safe. I know I need to change this. 

It feels sick and strange to be blogging in my safe little apartment during a time of bloodshed. To flip through my planner and think of my future while others starve is obscene. My entire life was obscene in this fashion. It’s my responsibility to sit with this feeling and do something with it.

Here’s to a better 2024. We can do it, we can try. 

In love and solidarity, 

Laura K.

[ridiasfangirlings]

can you show off your K collection?

The whole collection, you say :D I have a lot, so under the cut so as not to clutter up everyone’s dash.

First: figures. The large military figures are from Alter and the slightly smaller Fushimi one is from Union Creative. The Alter ones are better quality but honestly I like the more dynamic pose of the UC figure better, there’s a matching Yata that I don’t own largely due to lack of space that’s very cool (however the UC Fushimi also has a truly terrifying alternate face…). The larger chibi figures are lottery prizes, I bought them separately in order to be sure I got what I wanted. I like the winter ones best, someday I need to get the Munakata from that set. The smaller figures are a Niitengo Deluxe set, I actually have a couple duplicates from this because I bought two sets. The ‘regular’ set had Mikoto and then there was a special set — I think it was an Animate exclusive? — that had Munakata along with alternate Fushimi and Yata figures. Then I have the teeny Shiro, Fushimi and Hisui which are keychains, I picked those up at a con (they didn’t have Yata which is why I ended up with Shiro and Hisui in there). 

Also on the figure end I have these little guys: K nendoroids! Wait, you may be wondering, I don’t remember any K nendoroids. That’s because we have no official ones (still mad about that!) so I had no choice but to make my own by modifying parts of existing nendoroids. The clothes were purchased from various places online.

Next is my full set of K nuis. It took a while to get all these, because when they released the ‘clansmen’ sets I only bought the Blue clan and then regretted it. And no, they didn’t make an official Niki nui, since I had extras I modified them. Hidaka, Benzai, Niki and Douhan are my own customs.

More plushies. I believe the larger ones were Sega prizes? I found Munakata and Fushimi being sold as a set online and then hunted down Yata later. The chubby birds are from the Chun Colle line, and of course I had to buy them their own (love) nest. The Saru cat had the clothes sold separately, I think the original listing showed them with a white cat but the black was all AmiAmi had at the time so I have black cat Saru. The Sarumi nuis are from the second release around ROK airing, they’re a bit different than the first release — a little less chubby with more scruffy hair. I have Munakata too, as you can see he’s…busy on top of my desk. 

Standees, because everyone needs a little anime boy on their desk. As you may notice, one of these things is not like the other. That’s right: Yata’s wearing bunny ears! Also Kuroh is there. At the time I bought the little Fushimi with the drink the cheapest one on sale had both Fushimi and Kuroh being sold as a set, so he’s here too. 

Speaking of standees, here’s a few more along with other lotto prizes. These were all from the specific Fan Clan lotteries, you had to be a member to draw. The big Fushimi picture and the water bottle were both grand prizes that I managed to win, so I got to choose my character for those (…don’t  ask how much I spent….). The Fushimi picture has hardware in the back that you can use to stand it up but it’s mostly hanging out hidden by my drawers because I don’t have space to display it right now. 

A few miscellaneous things. The Sarumi plate is official goods, the Akiben cup is a fan made product. The glass has Fushimi on one side and Munakata on the other though it’s hard to see, this was I believe also a lotto prize but I got it as a free gift from a shopping service. The pillows are also both official, the one on the left is the Kotobukiya dream cushion and yes I did buy the whole pillow just to use the Fushimi cover. The incredibly gay pillow featuring Fushimi touching himself while looking at a photo of Yata he’s pinned to his pillow is also, amazingly, 100% official merchandise.

Jumping around to some more official stuff, these are all my physical media. Missing Kings is actually the Japanese release, which has subtitles but no dub. It released before the US version even had a release date on the books so I bought the Japanese version instead (I don’t dislike the dub but dubs are also not something that’s a dealbreaker for me). I also have three stage plays — fun fact, the US and Japan are in the same region for blu ray — these are not subtitled. 

Novels (and a couple CDs). From the top left, we have the All Memories book, Case Files vol 2, Lost Small World, Idol K, the little short story booklet that came with the pre-MK S4 drama CD (with the glasses drama on it), the three anime adaptation books, the aforementioned drama CD and the Idol K CD. 

Next, manga. The top left corner is the K Poe Backs book, which has a bunch of mini first person comics of the cast seducing ‘you’ the reader. The top right is the K Maniacs book which is an official doujinshi book, it has no pairings but a lot of older Sarumi doujinshi artists are involved and Fushimi and Yata definitely dominate the book. I have the special Animate of editions of Gakuen K volume 3 and Missing Kings, because I liked the covers. The LSW books are all the special editions as well, the little booklet on the bottom right came with the final volume. The booklet between the two volumes of Days of Blue also came with that second volume and has the special Cherry Blossom Viewing chapter. (Meanwhile I just realized I don’t have Return of Kings….I need to buy that, I like the art.)

Some more random goods. The purse, hat and watch are all from Super Groupies collabs. I have the Super Groupies S4 wallet as well but it felt weird to take a picture of my own wallet (incidentally, if anyone sees the Super Groupies S4 earrings let me know, I didn’t have my ears pierced when they came out so I didn’t buy them and I want them now). The necklace was for Fushimi’s birthday, there’s a couple Yata ones that were made as well and another Fushimi one that’s blue but this is the only one I bought, it has a tiny S4 logo. The two tins are official teas that were made, the Homra one is my favorite of the two and is a pretty red. 

Some more clothes. I skipped most of the Super Groupies collab clothes for sizing reasons but these all fit and again, all are official. The shirts are from a collab with the brand Avail, they did shirts based off Shiro, Kuroh, Mikoto, Yata, Munakata and Fushimi. I have the Yata, Munakata and Fushimi ones, the puzzle piece S4 logo that’s Munakata’s is my favorite.

My wall o’ keychains. I actually have a lot of keychains on various purses so this is not all of them (I may have mentioned before that I’m also into lolita fashion so I have lots of purses, forgive me for not digging up all of them for keychain pics). The wall is missing a lot of Fushimi keychains though because they’re on my Fushimi ita bag. 

I’ll probably redo this at some point (I don’t really like backpacks so this doesn’t get worn much) but here’s a lot of my Fushimis that aren’t on other purses. I also have some new Sarumi ones I just bought, these are for the Sarumi ita bag I have in progress. This covers most of my collection, I also have a lot of posters and some magazines that aren’t convenient to get pictures of. This doesn’t count my, uh, extensive doujinshi collection either, just know that the bottom shelf and a half of my bookshelves is 90% Fushimi-centric doujinshi. I may be ever so slightly obsessed. 

[wisyhana]

These are some pages that I made as fanart for a fanfic i Really Love. It's something rare that I look back and actually kinda liking the result- 😂 I've been trying to improve my panels flow(?)/pacing And the Lettering- adding words in comics is pretty hard 🥺 if you had some insights, pls let me know ❤ or just give me what you think... Thank you so much!!

Hi! Thank you for waiting this long hahaha

First of all I love your Yugi, is so freaking adorable, big fan over here aaaaaa.

And okay we're gonna talk about comics. Oh boy. It's not a topic I dont like talking but it's something I get way too.... intense, even if I feel I don't have much to defend with. Anyway I'll try to not be so detailed and serious about it so I can bring a decent commentary!

Disclaimer that I have a lot of issues with the use of thought bubbles, but that's a me thing. Myself I try to avoid them so I can focus on a "show more, talk less" type of flow. So if I start talking about them it's because of that, not that you'r doing a bad thing or anything.

I like how you use the panels, by themselves and ignoring the dialogues, they work perfectly fine! I think my thing with the pacing is that I'd draw a 3-4 pages comics instead of 2 for this scene alone. It's a pain I know, but I think for this type of scenario adding a little more of time could help to appreciate some details, like Kaiba being notoriously angry, the moment he touches Yugi's forehead, etc. But this is also a very personal opinion because I'm a sucker for very sloooow interactions, so all this I'm saying is for the sake of a slower pacing. Sadly you gotta draw more or write less if you want to get that effect, also you can get in a situation where things end up vague and ugh, what a pain hjdfhjhds.

I have a serious problem with dialogue bubbles, I never know where to put them Dx. I always feel they're on the way or that they hinder the reading or that they look straight up ugly hahahaha. I think you use a good space for them! they're not in the way of the faces or important scenes, but I can see you needed to add arrows for the conversation to work. In my opinion the dialogue works perfectly without the arrows. We all know there are two people talking so having only the faces on the bubbles was enough to understand who was talking and what order follow.

Now, if you want to work on bubbles without using the faces to show who's talking and don't lose the order in the way, I could recommend something like this:

Sorry if it looks way too clumsy! But a thing we artist have to deal is how the order of the bubbles affects on the flow of the dialogue. Specially when we don't have a specific way to show how the person talks (for example japaneses have many ways to show character's expression so it's easier for them to identify it.) So we need to focus on the flow.

A wonderful person who talks TONS of this matter is the motherfucker Scott McCoud!

This is just an example of how dialogues can contribute to the time and spaces and how the order affects the reading. This is not the exact example for what I mean but Scott is a badass of the comic and the complexity of it.

Understanding Comics The invisible Art is a masterpiece, I blame him for making me doubt is I'm doing a good job or not.

Okay before I go way too into this, one last thing and this is personal opinion. I love white background but you gotta be very careful to not make it look like lazyness. You don't need to draw a full background but maybe adding some shading can help to make the illusion of space rather than having a blank space. Of course this is just my opinion.

Anyway, I really like how you work! my huge recommendation would be to simply take your time on it, I feel it shows a bit of impatience or nerviousness, but that's just my idea. So far you're going a good way on creating comics and I'd love to see more of them :3

Hope this helped you in some way! And as always don't forget to have fun drawing your beautiful bois!

this is me everytime I draw comic and find a inconsistency.

[magickalsapphic]

We were both young (when I first saw you)

A Victorian Romeo and Juliet Snowbaz AU ❀ Chapter 1 Posted (2351 words) ❀ horseback riding, farmerboy!Simon, aristocrat!Baz, Davy sucks, gay people 🙏 ❀ pls read it & rb, i will post the other chapters asap fr

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59023879

It was already unfortunate for Lord Basilton to find out his most agreeable suitor was being accompanied by his family rival's long lost heir. But realizing Lord Simon Snow Salisbury is the same boy he's obsessed over for years is something he could've never have anticipated. aka a Victorian Romeo and Juliet Snowbaz AU inspired by Love Story by Taylor Swift. Where neither the Victorian era, the Romeo and Juliet references OR the Love Story references are accurate. Hope you enjoy:)

Chapter 1: Horseshit and Ball

BAZ

“Baz, Baz, Baz,...” I hear a small, high-pitched voice behind my door exclaim. I’m not ready for this day to start, but it doesn’t seem to want to wait any longer. I stretch my arms above my bed frame and then move the silk bed sheets aside. The sun comes in harder through the large window and makes me doubt the true nature of this fateful day. I walk to my door barefoot knowing my seven-year-old sister is on the other side.

“Mordelia, I’ve told you you don’t need to yell, you can just knock.” 

She opens the heavy door in a swift motion and starts visibly judging my surroundings as usual. It is the second largest room in the house, with long carpentry to match the burgundy walls and enough space to walk to the balcony. Mordelia always complains that the art easels cover the fountain’s view from outside and are uninviting to visitors. She stops at my tulips work in progress and I immediately know what she thinks.

“You should draw horsies instead of the same dull plants all the bloody time.”

“I’ll have you informed I enjoy painting this just fine,” I say while quickly picking up a small pillow from the floor and throwing it at her. She catches it, which is embarrassing, to say the least.

“Whatever. Father asked me to remind you of your extra duties today,” she says, referring to the activities he’s specifically made to keep me from running off today. “So thank you for… feeding the horses,” she says with a smirk.

“I’m not cleaning your horses’ shit, Mordelia.” 

“You said it, not me.”

She leaves my room as my aunt Fiona enters, messing her hair as she walks past her. I try to ignore her presence by picking up the pillow I threw on the floor.

“Quit being rude, boy. I’m here with good news about tonight,” Fiona says. 

I turn to her confused but she’s still resting her back on the door and crossing her arms.

“I’m helpless. What could you possibly have to say?”

“Well, a little bird told me you have a special girl coming to the ball tonight,”

I give her a look. I can’t possibly care who she’s referring to, I’m still not going to be attracted to her. It’s the same thing.

“Talking about Lady Agatha Wellbelove, of course.”

“And why ever is she so special?” I say turning my back on her again.

“Because she’s a nice girl. And extremely wealthy.”

“ We are extremely wealthy,” I say as if it wasn’t evident.

“Her father owns the West Watford slot.” Now this gets my attention. The Old families have been in a silent property rivalry for ages. 

It started over a three hundred years ago when the Salisbury’s came from the north and bought two-thirds of the Watford main fields. This ended up messing with the entire economy and social status on my family’s, the Pitches, side, which used to be the richest in the area. My ancestors tried to settle this by dividing the terrains more and not letting one family get more than the other. I don’t know who had such high hopes that rich old men would settle something logically. Instead, the Pitches tried to buy the land from them and get them a nice place out of town. To which the Salisbury’s declined, and tried to buy the last free slot. Aware of the fighting of the two most powerful families in the city, the mayor decided it was for the best that the lot stayed part of the State, meaning that both the Pitches and the Salisbury’s kept owning about the same amount of terrain. 

So, of course, over the years and different generations, we’ve kept this rivalry between us and have tried over and over to get the most land. Even though everyday workers and families living in them care just the same.

Agatha Wellbelove’s father, however, comes from a more nobel family, that has historically taken a bigger part in politics, which I assume explain their possession of the infamous West Watford slot.

“You’re saying that if I marry her, we would finally, officially be the most powerful family in this town.”

“Bingo. Your father won’t ask anything of you again. Pretty confident he wouldn’t even ask for heirs.” 

No children. I don’t mind children that much but this does mean I wouldn’t have to have any means of an actual relationship with her. I guess… if I offer some kind of yearly sum and a lot of horses, Wellbelove is known to be fond of those, maybe we could make that work. It’s the least painful option. For me at least.

“That does sound appealing… Why are you telling me this?” Her eyes soften and she approaches me slowly, bringing her palm to my cheek.

“I couldn’t watch you walk into complete unhappiness and not do anything kiddo. Not what Natasha would’ve wanted.”

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I realised I didn’t possess an attraction to girls and instead to boys when I was 13 years old. Though, from a young age I never thought I was like the other boys around me, always so heavily… unhygienic, and interested in the most atrocious activities. Like wrestling or getting into unnecessary trouble. I enjoyed picking out flowers with my mother. The best ones surrounded our pond, she used to say, we were lucky to have this astounding beauty all around us. This wasn’t the only activity I enjoyed with her, though. She encouraged me to devour all the books in our library by accompanying me and explaining concepts I didn’t understand or simply talking about them with me.

My father has been too busy with taking care of the farmlands and ordering people around ever since I remember. My mother would take care of financial issues with him, she would say, but when I came about… She stopped caring about the money. She stopped caring about anything other than me. And I think–I know–my father resents me for that. I was “too needy” and “too emotional”, but it was never a problem for her. She stayed with me through everything. She was my best friend. I don’t regret a thing. The best memories I have are until the age of 12 for a reason.

I don’t remember much from her funeral. I spent a lot of time to myself then and the months after. My father let me be and I let him be as well. I rarely even spoke to my cousin Dev or my friend Niall, even though they tried plenty of times. After a while, I started to go out with them but didn’t speak unless it was essential. 

However, on the first anniversary of her death, I was vocal once again. Father wanted us to not make it a big deal but agreed we would go and leave her flowers. All I wanted was to give her her favourite flowers, lilies. We were already in my mother’s old home in Surrey, and when my father stepped out of the carriage, our servant handed him a bouquet of daisies. My father knew it had to be lilies and I didn’t care to hear why he couldn’t manage them this time. There was no excuse for this and I told him so. I didn’t set a foot in the door, instead ran past the servants, past the carriages, past the gates. Unknown destination. I just needed the flowers. I didn’t have any money with me so I went past the village as well. I didn’t want to be so far away from her, but I didn’t want to be near anyone. Anything. 

All I could hear was quick cobblestone. Then grass and grass. I finally stepped into a beautiful field, where soft orange tinted primroses, foxgloves, red tulips, wheat and corn, a dozen goats, and… this boy.

We were both young when I first saw you

I close my eyes and the flashback starts

He was kneeling down beside a bush, picking up orchids. He had a cloud of bronze hair, blue eyes, and a frustrated look on his face. I might’ve stared a bit too long, as he said without looking away from his work, “Are you lost?” 

When I didn’t reply he looked up and his eyes softened. “Are you okay?”, he asked. He must have noticed my puffy eyes.

“My… my mother loved lilies,” is all I managed before he went around the field and left me standing there. 

He came back a few moments later with a handful of them, even set in a beautiful way and tied in the middle with a small red bow. The sun was setting and his hair was catching fire. His eyes, his freckles. I barely mumbled a thank you before he was back at his work and I was on my way back to my mother. I didn’t bother finding my father and went straight to her grave. I gasped as I saw the tearful eyes of my father kneeling in front of the tombstone, daisies scrunched up between his hands and the ground. In silence, I joined him.

He might have forgotten many things in the following years, but he never forgot lillies on that day again. And I never forgot the face of the boy who made things okay. Even for a moment.

And I mean that. I thought about him constantly for months after that incident. I turned to painting to try to salvage those curls and those eyes. I never crossed paths with him again, I couldn’t remember which way I went that day. Part of me is thankful for that since I wouldn’t have known what to do. What he did make me sure of was that I liked boys. I liked boys and only boys. And I would never be able to say that out loud.

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I conclude my unfortunate responsibilities of the day rather early, but with the new motivation for tonight, I am glad to have enough time to get properly ready before the party. The Watford Ball is a yearly dance hosted by the Bunces in celebration of the Summer Solstice, also the most popular dance for courtship. Most families take this opportunity to passively-aggressively show each other who has the most power, usually showing off their heirs and silently betting on who will be oh so lucky to marry someone part of the most powerful families—those being mine, and the Salisbury’s, but there is no heir in that family. While gossip over the years has changed what happened over and over, from my understanding of these internal family feuds, Lady Salisbury’s daughter left her husband and the family at a young age. And while many presume it was adultery, I’d like to give her the benefit of the doubt. Her husband was no other than Sir Davy Cadwallader. Sir James, Lady Salisbury’s son, never married, so they have counted days of their fortune if something doesn’t change. Cadwallader, however, has taken use of every centimetre to his missing wife's name, and he makes it known.

Vera, one of our servants, finishes buttoning my brown floral waistcoat. I slick back my hair and adjust the earth green bow. I stare in the mirror and curse myself for actually trying to look presentable. I simply can’t shake the thought of a mildly admissible future, and I won’t lose my chance.

As I walk down the stairs, my father calls to me.

“Basilton,” he stares at me and nods. 

I nod back, “Father.”

“Thank you for making an effort. I’m positive you will find a lovely young lady that will catch your eye.” He walks away. 

I really, truly hate that this is happening. No matter the promising possibilities. I close my eyes and wish for a miracle. A golden one.

At the party, I escort my aunt Fiona due to my lack of a partner. We walk down an overwhelmingly decorated set of stairs. A herald stopping us and naming every title we each have, before taking our final steps. I have always found these introductions quite silly, but they do make me feel seen. As seen as is possible.

The room is wide and I notice clusters of hats and thin waists, men and women hand in hand dancing, and a sharp smell of tobacco and bergamot. I wait near the orchestra for the sight of Wellbelove, watching as more and more young people fill the room. I take a glass of white wine from a table and sip on it slowly. I wait for my singular goal tonight. Enchant a girl. It can’t be so difficult, can it? I glance at my aunt from the other side of the room, where she’s talking with the Bunces. She mouths patience, Basil, as she notices me. I am being patient. I am just shit at waiting.

Too much time passes and I feel my lungs close off from the number of people that have arrived now. Everyone is talking and talking. I lean back against the wall and I still feel crowded. Wellbelove doesn’t seem to be getting here any time soon. I should start talking to other people, other girls. But every time someone approaches me I make the conversation as short as politely possible. I really am not in the mood for a party.

It’s way too late now. I notice all the Wellbelove’s are here except for Agatha. I walk over to them to ask where she bloody is, but I stop in the middle of my journey as I hear the herald speak loud and clear. “Lady Agatha Wellbelove, and her partner Lord Simon Snow Salisbury.”

I curse under my breath and I can’t believe my luck. I whip my head towards the entrance and every thought or action in my body disappears.

Blue eyes. Bronze curls.

“ Simon Snow ,” I mumble under my breath or lack thereof.

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns

See you make your way through the crowd

[spotsupstuff]

What was your favorite Slugcat to play and your favorite Iterator to draw?

(i haven't played Saint yet) i suppooooooose it might be actually a tie between Spearmaster, Rivulet and Artificer? the movement of the latter two was a lot of fun, but i'm too attached to Spearmaster that i don't wanna leave it out. constant supply of spears took one of my main worries away for the whole game

and favorite Iterator to draw?? oh boy, i don't think i can choose... i do draw my own designs which i did my best to cater specifically to my enjoyment from drawing. it'd be easier to say what i like drawing the most out of their singular designs, so i'll do that (AND i get to ramble about that i love doin that)

originally i talked about like. all iterators i've ever really drawn but then i fucked up n what i had written was deleted so i guess we are doin only few. the main five i think of when trying to figure out which i like drawing the best:

• Pebbles: everything about his head is a joy to me. the shape of it, his marks, antennas.. the shape of his feet is a lot of fun and something about the combination of the Gen 3 skeletal body type and hanfu just... fits for him. along with his angry expression. it's like... a certain regal beauty but there's sharp teeth hiding within it. i like to try my best to imbue certain feelings into my designs and then how i draw them (especially on my own time- when i draw for asks i feel like... this important essence, the characterization, gets muddled at least a tad). with Pebbles i'm going for something like "small flame, burning bright- a fighter, yet so soft and fragile, sharp and divinely glorious, determined yet still so damn scared. i want to hold your hands, understand what the time has done to them and say that i'm very sorry. you shouldn't have had to become so rageful. they made you to be alive and didn't let you live." • Nish: of course *he's* here. from the scarf to the general loosenes of his fit (even though he should be more of a Tube, i'm not doin the kimono inspiration justice n i am sorry) is a lot of fun. the looser the clothes are, the more i enjoy drawing them!! i really like drawing his mark and i'm very proud of my design for his headphone audial things this time around. unlike last time, they are meant to be bigger than others' and they are red instead of dark green. the three holes in them? Especially proud of those. he's specifically high up there with my favorite iterators to draw because of his attitude, though • Boreas: he's so stupid big it makes me giggle. drawing him next to Gen 3s is so??? sir please come down we need to have a chat- hello? do u hear me???- okay but seriously, i'm very happy that i've settled on a chlamys for him. the sort of like. collar that i've decided the cloth will make for him compliments his personality well and i like drawing my collars a ton. it's not visible here because it isn't colored, but his antennas go from dark dark blue to vibrant red thru a gradient and i LOVE it so much. combined with the aggressive shape of them? mwah. also the leaf-like things on his audials are so simple to draw and add so much to his vibes that i always look forward to drawin them. revisiting his design and giving him the warranted love made him so so strong and dear to me... p sure he's currently my favorite from my ocs • Notos: a perfect example of why "less is more" is a saying. i like drawing it specifically cuz it's literally just. a bitch playing on a ghost with a bedsheet except when u look under that hood there are some Feckin yaoguai teeth waiting there. Those are a bitch to draw but i did this specifically to learn to draw teeth like that better. also. special shout out to the interaction of Iterator antennas and a bedsheet over the head. shkika keeps bein weak for those "cat ears" in our dms, it's funny to see Notos out of all my kids get those kind of reactions jglkdscmlksdmlk

• Fish: FISH IS FISH. he has big dumb round glasses what more could i possibly need to enjoy drawing a man. but also those antennas... they make him a lot of fun to draw n i look forward to drawin them each time. my thanks to @/w1ngw0ng and @/medi-bee for bettering them just by being themselves

special shout outs go to Zephyr for being challenging to represent properly (physically relatively weak, fragile, yet burning blindingly bright, sharp, determined and brave- just being a leader of a revolution even though her physical form doesn't really fit it), FAM (@/medi-bee) for bein an absolute freak (i love him. i love Nips even more)

and NRD (@/splynter) for being different yet familiar and for being colored like a dead body. Very Cool Of Them 👍

[cozylittleartblog]

Do you have any tips on drawing the Swatchlings?

frankly i am happy that i have gotten good enough at drawing these bird boys (gender neutral) that someone wants my opinions. anyway

i see a lot of fun ways to draw swatchlings tbh and i don't really know what you want tips on Specifically so i will just make notes on a few of the main things i think about when i draw them, most importantly: just make them bitches broad and fluffy, man. they're all canonically Ripped, but an important thing to remember is that they are likely completely covered in feathers! that's going to smooth out those muscular details, so you wont be able to see them, just the broadness of them.

my style is all based in gesture and shapes, so i use a lot of blocks so they look nice 'n sturdy. it's okay if you don't nail the anatomy on the sketch, i am constantly nudging things around all the way into the coloring phase trying to get the shapes right. frankly i would probably bulk out even this Example Bird if i were drawing them all the way. i usually add more fluff or muscle or chub or whatever when i detail them but the absolute bare bones of them is dedicated to blockie

i give mine these sort of vestigial wings on their arms to make them look softer, and i think about how feathers move and stick out on real birds to help inform how they'll sit on these birds, too. and i carry the soft, pointed feather shapes into the fingers so they also look soft.

tip for drawing Soft: don't get caught up making too many individual strands or feathers, soft things tend to come together in big tufts. you want big gentle shapes, not a bunch of little ones. unless you want your bird to look wet or scared in which case you're doing a great job and you've probably just drawn spamton instead

their faces are really tricky so i think of them as these kinda... non-euclidean semi-hollow pentagonal cones. there's five "planes" with the top two dedicated to eyes and the bottom three dedicated to mouth placement. sometimes you can see the far eye even though, in real life, you would not be able to see that "plane" of their face. you don't always have to understand things sometimes they just look cool, especially when characters are cybernetic birds made out of Magical Darkness. there is no rule about when to draw one or two eyes. it's just whatever looks better.

biggest and bestest tip of all about drawing swatchlings! very important! write this one down in your most favorite gel pen and Really Big! give them either tails, or tail coats. i don't care that canon has neither, canon is wrong. you can switch it out, even - my birds have tail coats as part of their standard uniforms but they can wear their real tails out on special occasions.

lastly, if you want to stick closer to a canon interpretation, i would not try to make the birds too unique, when they're on the job anyway - they like being coordinated! tasque manager is very particular about keeping them coordinated as well. but if you just want to have fun then you can make your birds as fun and unique as you want :) even though i draw them all about the same i personally love love love seeing super funky swatchling designs, making them different colors and species and such.

course summary:

make them Large. make them Fluffy. use really broad, blocky shapes and draw big, thick tufts of feathers instead of trying to detail them too much.

their heads are silly magic nonsense. draw a triangle and get funky with it. no rules, only vibes. if it vibes it stays

they always need some kind of tail or tail equivalent and i don't care what Anybody else says

if you want to follow canon, draw all the birds except swatch just about the same. if you're just here for a good time, throw that out completely and have fun with it.

[making-my-wey-down-town]

The Famous Introduction Pinned Post

Hi, Hola! You have found the way!

Not any way tho. Me, Wey. You found me! Hola! Que pedo? Pásale a lo barrido 🧹

(2024 note: I need to update this)

That hooman that you see there. Si ese! That’s my sona. A pleasure to meet you. (Outfits change often lol) (Also! The formal clothes supposedly gives the hint that I work as a security guard on the game :v)

More about me: I’m a lazy simp artist. *bows with no shame* Yeah, that’s all of my self presentation :3

As you can see, I’m very much currently hyped with The Daycare Attendants. The scrunckly bois ❤️ I don’t have a specific way to draw the bot bois tho.

So in my blog you will find mostly reblogs of them than my own art. But I will try to share more of my doodles and ideas in the future. (Cuz can’t be considered an artist if I don’t do or share shid right? :v)

Besides being on the FNAF SB fandom I’m also interested in Welcome Home, The Arcana, MHA.

All my art is under #wey draws

My main OC’s are under #wiggles and giggles the clown twins (watch their very first Halloween experience #quick doodle , they are cosplaying as Skid and Pump!)

Here their reference sheet: (old reference btw, their shoes are bigger now etc)

Gremlins dressed up as clowns basically. My babies 💜 (they were born after i got hooked on the game of FNAF SB)

Facts about them:

Both of them are boys. So he/him pronouns to each

3’6ft

Small animatronics that love to entertain families with their clown acts in the Pizzaplex

Their pants have hidden pockets, stuffed with materials and items for their clown acts. Mostly balloons. (Their hats have stuff too)

On birthday parties they always end up covered in cake

Free to roam around where the public is. Need employee permission or escort to go to restricted areas

Often seen in the daycare where there is a lot of kids to play with. Sun doesn’t always enjoy their visit (such troublemakers sometimes)

At night, when the Pizzaplex closes they immediately go to the daycare. To play with Sun and accompany Moon in his patrols (Moon will never admit he appreciates the company)

They can’t be separated. It causes an extreme anxiety for both, especially if it’s forced

Twin telepathy. Normally knowing what the other thinks. Often saying stuff at the same time and finishing each other sentences

They rarely fight with each other

Both love the attention

None of them knows personal space

They either help or create chaos (Both? Excellent partners in crime)

Press their nose, it does honk noises. They also have a feature to make their shoes do funny sounds

Fart jokes (noises) are hilarious for them

They are indeed high intelligent AI’s but they have the knowledge of a child. Teach and treat them like a kid

Can handle a limited amount of water if they get wet. Preferably to avoid it

Their white eyes can turn black with red pupils when turned in security mode. It is only to intimidate intruders and potentially dangerous people. (Can act scary if their target doesn’t normalize)

They have no virus! But that doesn’t mean they can’t obtain it 👁️👁️

Facts of each clown:

Giggles (Gig):

Likes the color blue and sharks

Normally the one who makes troubles (nothing serious, just mischievous child behavior)

Loves to make people smile and laugh but also get in their nerves (depending the person and situation)

Wiggles (Wig):

Likes the color pink and bunnies

The more responsible one of the two but still gets involved in troubles

Loves to make people have fun (specially if it’s done by his clown acts)

In the future I would like to share some ideas of AU’s I have in mind (idk if they are good enough lol) but for now my goal is to finish art projects that are meant for many friends and awesome artists.

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AU’S Que Hice!

Ahoy! Mateys (AU mermay) - The journey of a high spirit kid named Y/N!

Dreaming of becoming a pirate one day!

Sailing the ocean in search of grand treasures and fun adventures with the unbelievable help of two sirens, their best friends!

Who and which said sea creatures seem conflicted with their actions and feelings when it comes to Y/N.

(non-romance just to clarify)

As it’s very known that these two species can never get along.

Will their friendship overcome the stereotypes?

Jump aboard and find out!

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My social skills are terrible very good. I have a messed up social battery, it comes and goes. So is very common to find me active some days and then gone for some weeks (months). But frens, moots feel free to reach me anytime. Bother me. Tag me. Be random. Quick chat or a question. I’m okay with all that. I also like it, feels like I’m not forgotten (I’m not the greatest to initiate the conversation but I will totally respond to whatever I get included on 🫂💞)

As for strangers, people who follows me. (Actual real people and not bots lol) Feel free to send asks. Just don’t expect a genius answer from my part heh. Remain respectful, and yup :)

Thank you for your time and attention until the end if you got this far. *hugs ya and gifts ya a real Mexican taco 🌮* Have a nice day/night! Te quiero güey ❤️

[gothmikasagf]

Hi there! I was wondering if you can do a Hazbin Hotel romantic matchup for me based on the given information provided below:

I’m 18+. I go by she/her pronouns and i’m bisexual. I’m a Pisces Sun, Gemini Moon and Libra Rising. My special interests include drawing, singing, cleaning and working out. I have almond shaped eyes, long, thick eyebrows, long eyelashes and dark brown wavy hair. I have small and dainty hands. I’m about 5’2.5ft (158.75cm). I have two beauty marks around my cheeks. I am apparently more psychically strong than I appear XD. My voice is kinda deep irl. I like candles, jewelry (especially gold jewelry), snakes (ball pythons are my favorite.), most genres of music (like pop and rock). I dislike focusing on small details, rude people, long explanations of things, how sensitive my skin is and the cold. I usually dressed in either athletic or causal attire. I’m a huge fan of bell bottom pants, hoodies, skirts, sweatsuits, sleeveless shirts, platform shoes and thigh high socks.

As for my personality, I would describe myself as sassy as I love to engage in playful banter and joking around. I’m very sweet and always do my best to support the ones I love through words of affirmations and acts of service. I get really anxious/flustered easily. I can be either really quiet or really loud (there’s no in between lol.) I’m in touch with my emotions, though sometimes it leads me to be hyper-sensitive. I am forgetful with materialistic items and with reminders.

I don’t think that I have a specific type in terms of a romantic partner just as long as they are patient and understanding with me then I’m good XD.

I match you with...

Sir Pentious!

Did you say you like snakes?/j

He thinks you're so pretty and artistic!

He secretly listens to you when you sing but doesn't want to tell you in case you'd be embarrassed. He loves your voice!

He might need a bit of time before he's comfortable with the flirty banter but don't fret he's gonna surprise you one day and make you flustered.

He really needs someone to be of support to him and his interests and he'll do the same. He's the sweetest!

Introduces you to his egg boys and even lends them to you from time to time if you ever need them!

Hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is always appreciated!

[autumn-foxfire]

Oh Shinichi was the first human to take the poison Ai made. He must feel special.

What are the chances though, that the first batch of this poison that killed 99% of the animals they tested it on caused him to shrink. He has the worst best luck.

Filler Kogoro: Is always inviting Shinichi out for food when Ran isn't around to feed them

Canon Kogoro: Why the fuck are you joining me? Don't get in my way.

...It's kind of funny that Kogoro says he's going to show off how this detective is a sham while being a sham himself but he has not idea.

For a second I though Shinichi actually believed in ghosts and was like "wait, you believe he actually got the info from a spirit" because I had completely forgotten Kogoro just said they guy fakes it by finding the info out beforehand.

Shinichi being known as the KID Killer is cute, I love it, however how does it not put him in danger T-T Ai hides from cameras because she knows the org knows what she looked like as a child but Shinichi is the child of two famous people who have dedicated fanbases, his picture is probably all over the internet as a child as well, especially as he developed his own fanbase with his career. The only thing that is protecting Shinichi is Ai changing him to "confirmed dead" but she said herself just a little investigation into that will reveal that she was the one who did it and there goes his protection.

What I'm saying is that Gosho is really inconsistent on how they stay hidden and it frustrates me so much.

Kogoro: Nothing can scare this kid. This kid scares me.

Anime I don't need a recap for everything that has just happened in this episode IN THE SAME EPISODE.

I still think the Mary plot is stupid by the way. I don't really think her character was necessary. I am curious as to why she seems to have a cold all the time.

I can't believe Shinichi hasn't noticed he misplaced one of his most important tools though.

Imagine complaining that construction started at 8:59 and 9:00. It's not even unbelievable, you know there exists a person who would do that.

Shinichi, Sera really wants to join forces with you, she just has to get her mother on board, you don't need to be suspicious (especially as she's constantly giving you hints about what she's doing).

Shinichi and Sera investigating together gives me life. I adore them and their friendship.

He's just noticed he's missing his bowtie T-T He's a disaster.

I. LOVE. HER.

Lmao okay Mary just getting straight to the point is pretty funny as Shinichi does the exact opposite.

Awww poor Takagi. Mary be nice to Takagi, he's one of the only good adults in this series. By the way, you're not included in this list, you son beater.

Come on, Shinichi, connect the dots.

Mary, you are the suspicious one. Not the boy who has made waves in the BO without you even realising.

He's connecting the wrong dots T-T

And Shinichi is drawing the attention of the BO, or more specifically, he's making Kogoro draw the attention. Almost like just investigating the BO when he's around people is putting them in danger and he has no excuse not to tell people.

[sugutoad]

May I ask for a jjk matchup? Thank you in advance! So here is the info.

Pronouns: She/Her

Zodiac: Taurus

MBTI: INFT

I'm generally a quiet person, for the most part not because I'm shy it's because I like observing people and listening to them. I'm a kind a generous person, I like sharing my stuff and I don't like it when people give me stuff or worry about me because I'll be fine I need to worry about them and make sure they are okay! I would say that I'm not a smart person but I have been told time and again that I'm actually pretty smart and sometimes I do believe that. I do have anxiety problems and have mild autism, so any weirdness is just engraved in me like a wood carving!

I like drawing, writing, dancing, acting, and horror movies and horror things like Halloween haunts, and the color pink

I don't like gross stuff and things like trash and like the people who smell like used baby diapers, loud unexpected noises like fireworks not during Holidays, and this is very specific but the smile that people give when they are either planning on doing bad things or is a bad person, oh and bad smells I'm very sensitive to smells and sounds

I'm short 5'1 blue eyed with short brown hair the longer side is shoulder lengthed and the other is chin lengther, pear shaped hourglass body, pale skin I don't like the sun I burn like a chicken, I mostly wear all black outfits which includes my one of two black skirts I have but I something wear comfy baggy clothing like sweaters and leggings and my cross body bag that looks like a cartoon naked chicken that I named nugget. And I normally don't style my hair unless it's a special occasion

Matchup for @neon-yami

╰┈➤ Thank you for doing Matchups at Sugutoad

╰┈➤ Yuji Itadori 'I Don't know how I will feel if I am dead, but I don't want to regret how I lived.’

Normally I don’t include MBTI or Zodiacs in my response but damn girl. Itadori is an ESFJ and you are an INFP. Those two are actually the best match for each other and balance one another out. 

“INFPs and ESFJs can form such a strong bond due to their complementary traits. INFPs are naturally drawn to the warmth and affection that ESFJs exude, while ESFJs are captivated by the creativity and idealism of INFPs.”

You also mention that you are a Taurus. Itadori is a Pisces on the other hand. Taurus is down to earth while a Pisces is far more imaginative yet both of them are relaxed individuals. Togheter they are said to be extremely romantic and often connect the dots together. Both also share a deep empathy level and can relate to one another to help each other through difficult times

Itadori finds you so adorable. The way your blue eye somehow manage to shine so bright in the sun and the way your clothes hang of your body. 

In fact, due to the size difference between the two of you, he often lends his hoodie to you. Wrapping you in a big hoodie as you look up to him makes his heart leap. He is head over heels.

You say your shy? Well this boy is so bright and outgoing. He balances you out perfectly. But whenever he sees you uncomfortable in public he brings you to the side. He may be loud but he is also observant. 

He loves complimenting you. Mainly because he loves to see your face turn all red and look away or hide your face. 

When he learned that he was to be executed, he was so broken. But he tried to make everyone happy and pretend to be ok. But you caught on and cornered him one day. After telling you what’s wrong, tears slipped down his face and he just rambled. Talking about how he didn’t want to die, he wanted to be your friend and be with everyone.

For your birthday he brought you an empty book for you to write and draw. He made you promise him, that the first portrait you would do in that book would be of him. Before he died, he wanted something from you. (Such a cutie patootie)

Also you mentioned your love for pink? Well your in luck. His hair is so fluffy and pink!

He's like a puppy. He gets so excited every time he sees you. You give of more of cat vibes. Like you wave and just smile at him as he runs up to hug you. 

He is scared of horror movies but that doesn’t stop him from watching it. The dim lights in the room were overpowered by the television rays as terrifying images appeared on screen, he wanted to scream but he couldn’t. He told you that he sits afraid in horror movies and sat through the whole movie. Just for you ❤️

Overall, I feel you two are a really wholesome and sweet couple. Like always trying to support each other through anything and making sure the other one is happy. 

Also Sukuna is so weirded out by your relationship. He is too old for this shit. Plus it’s weird to see you too make out or act all lovey dovey.

[bythenineshards]

Omg what was up with that Feysand stan on ur post????? ITS JUST A THEORY. (Not to mention a MUCH better pairing) and lol if Feysand was always endgame why in the fck does Rhysie SA Feyre??? Did Sjm do that to build sexual tension (cause Feyre says in Acomaf she had "wanted him even then") AND THAT'S INFINITELY WORSE!!

Lmao they tried to fire up on one of my posts too and I immediately blocked them. Seen them one too many times fighting about posts that's none of their business. Like life is so empty u need to fight with strangers on the internet to feel something. I am literally so mad not them saying Tamlin Apologists deserve to be bullied?!?!? For liking a fictional character????!!

I took personal offence to that

Ha! See! I told you I would respond today. I totally didn't get sucked into Skyrim and my writing and nearly forgot.

Idk what their problem was. They blocked me like the first week I was on here so I didn't think much of them. I knew about them because there would be discourse on posts and an invisible opponent. So I guess they unblocked me to stir shit and idk, get more traffic to their blog? They rebranded with a name that is clearly meant to draw in Antis of Feysand. I think they're like 15 and so I guess they're in their "I'm edgy look at me phase" where they want to pick fights because they think they're always right and special. I'm so glad I didn't grow up with my cringe behavior on the internet.This is why we don't sell erotica or "dark romance" to children. They can't handle speculation or discussions. I bet they cry over Marvel's What If... series because it's not Canon. Like... the post that had them all fired up was speculation about something we have receipts for. And a lot of people liked the idea. All they do is make the books look worse.

And the way they talk about Feyre vs. Nesta is like they think they're written by two different people. This isn't Harry Potter (fuck you Rowling) vs. Twilight (fuck you Meyers). I don't think Feyre gets a free pass to transform into a person of another race just cuz Nesta and Gwyn modelled their stuff after the Valkyries. I think both are bad and icky because the same author wrote both and clearly doesn't see how offensive that could be. I do, however, think that there's a difference between what Feyre did and the Blood Rite. Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie were kidnapped and forced into the Blood Rite. They didn't actually choose to.

Side note though: Valkyries are from Norse mythology. It does chap me that she couldn't use a mythology or create something new for her Illyrians to flesh out their culture. She just used a primarily white culture for her non-white character's culture.

Sorry to rant about that. It just irked me.

I can't for the life of me understand why anyone would ship Feysand the way it's written in Canon. I can with 100% confidence say I've never written a romance that involved anyone SAing anyone. Hell, I don't feature SA at all really. I don't want it in my fantasy. I want people to find peace and love in my books. Men have written enough SA in fantasy, it doesn't need any from me.

But like... if you look at their posts, the reason I don't like Feyre is because I wanted "my fav" to end up with Rhys. They can't fathom that I don't like Rhys at all. I don't like any of her men. They don't appeal to me at all. The only one I might’ve had any inkling of interest in is Kallias but I'm sure if we spent more than a handful of pages with him, I'd hate him too. I think she'd eventually change all of them regardless of appearance to something shallow and toxic.The Bat Boys specifically are boring to me. Their designs suck, their personalities suck and the way they treat their women sucks. Nothing I see in her books is what I would classify as love. Her books aren't about love. They're about sex with hot dudes. But you know what? Other books do romance, love and even just sex better.

I'm glad you blocked them. Just know, they still spy on us.

Thank you for your ask. I hope you're doing well.

[biographydivider]

A Team Rocket Fic! Well, it was inevitable.

I needed to write something for my first ever blorbos - especially as their retirement draws near!! Plus, I’m in my feelings right now and I’ve been watching a lot of old school Pokémon for comfort.

Jessie is standing in line at the PokéMart (forty more Antidotes piled up in her basket; her latest clutch of Ekans just will not stop biting each other, the little brats) when, out the corner of her eye, she sees a shock of black hair crammed under a red-and-white cap.

Something swoops in her stomach, and she turns so quickly her hair takes out the person in front of her in line - Jessie apologises, though deep down she’s pleased she’s one step closer to being served. But no. She’s trying to be nice, now. Turning over a new leaf. They all are. So she forces herself to simper “ahaha, sooo sorryyyy” - all the while frantically scanning the PokeMart. Why is he here, she specifically picked a town without a gym to set up her breeding centre, there was simply no reason for him to...

Ah. No. Of course it wasn’t the tw...it wasn’t him. A little boy, chasing his new Charmander around the store, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. Drunk on his new freedom, away from Mom. Jessie knew that feeling. When her first clutch had hatched, she’d invited the boys over and danced the night away, tiny ribbons of purple Pokemon slithering around their feet as they swigged from a bottle of fancy wine. One had bit Meowth on the tail, and he’d yowled so loud that the neighbours had knocked on the door to make sure she was okay. She was usually such a quiet member of the community, after all. Once they’d gone, satisfied she wasn’t being killed, Jessie and James had laughed until they felt a bit sick. She had given them the grand tour soon after; delighting in the fact she now had her own bedroom, an en suite, a wardrobe for all her outfits! A living room! A couch! Look, fellas! And it all belongs to me!

The boy finally corralles his Charmander and they leave. Off on their own adventures. Jessie shrugs, turning back to the counter just as the guy behind it called her forward. He doesn’t even look like that, not any more. He’s big now; broad shouldered, but still dumb as a box of Geodudes. She and the boys had gone to see him battle at some tournament a month or two back; she’d called it her vacation for the summer. James - Mr. Fancy Designer - had stumped up for swanky digs, and they had good seats for once, instead of wandering the aisles dressed as hot dog vendors. Going straight had its perks when your best friend spent his days selling dresses to fancy widows and flirting with their equally rich sons.

The kid had used Pikachu. Of course. His battling style - barrelling ahead blindly, resorting to a Thundershock if he was backed into a corner - hadn’t changed in all this time. He hadn’t learned a thing - but, Jessie supposed, they hadn’t either. He’d won his match, and whooped so loud you could hear him over the commentators. The more things change, Jessie had thought, as she screamed along with him, James’ arms wrapped tight around her waist in glee.

“Back again, Jessie?”

She nods, and the clerk laughs, ringing up her Antidotes. “By the way, my sister’s Ekans evolved last week. She called to let me know.”

“Oh! That’s wonderful!” Jessie smiles, and she means it. “She took one of my first babies. Alyssa?”

“Amara.”

“Close enough, right?”

“Ha. Well, she’s racking up victories somewhere past Celadon. Arbok’s her main partner, so at least I know she’s safe out there with him to watch over her.”

Jessie thinks back to her own nights sleeping under the stars, her own partner resting his gigantic head on her stomach. She can still picture every groove in the scales on his belly, every marking on his hood. Jessie bites down on the desire to cry until it vanishes. “That’s...great.”

“Here you go, Jess. And a free Premier Ball; special offer this week if you spend enough.”

That offer was just on Pokéballs and she knew it. Maybe he was flirting with her? She was gorgeous, after all. But she already had two men in her life, and she didn’t need any more.

Meowth was staying for a few days; he bounced between her house and James’ apartment. They joked it was a custody arrangement. He’d been sitting on the roof a lot recently, staring at the moon most nights. He had these sad periods, now that they weren’t on the road as much. Jessie didn’t know what was worse; Meowth screeching in that awful accent and following her around yammering about nothing, or just sighing and mooning and taking up space. For such an idiot, her friend sure did think a lot.

Jessie was thinking she’d get him to look after the new clutch for her for a long weekend, pretend she had admin to catch up on for the new Trainers who were looking to adopt. She’d caught him in there with the hatchlings before, purring happily to himself while they crawled all over him. Meowth always did have a paternal streak. Or, more accuratly, a desperate, clawing (ha) need for affection. Same difference. Maybe she could entice him in tonight, and they could watch a movie. He loved Hollywood blockbusters. He could snuggle on her lap, if she swore she wouldn’t tell James.

“See you next week,” she calls over her shoulder to the clerk.

“Bye, Jess. Hope all those Ekans don’t cause too much trouble!”

She winces. Something akin to an electric shock runs through her, and she can almost hear the music pounding in her head. The words would come so easily, if she let them. Along with everything else. Everything in this PokéMart would fetch a pretty coin with the right buyer. Plus, all those lovely Pokémon running about would get her in very, very good favour. She could burn this life down in a second and run away - back to what she’d known for all those years. Simple, easy, comfortable villany. But she knew she didn’t want that any more. None of them did. So, instead, she turns on a dime, and waves to the clerk.

She says;

“Don’t worry about me! I’m prepared for trouble!”

Laughs at the private joke.

And leaves.

[axewchao]

I was right; I couldn't bring myself to draw anything other than a ref for Koopa!Dal after making the human one:'D

Part of me wanted to copy/paste some of the stuff from the human bio... but then I looked at the stuff I already typed for Koopa!Dal and thought "yeah no I'm not gonna build another goddamn wall of text." Because I don't really need to; if anything is different with a specific version of my purple boi, I'll say so. owo)b

~~~

Much like his human counterpart, Dalex is calm, non-confrontational, and observant. Being born as a Poison Koopa-Boom Boom hybrid didn't change that fact, nor did his eventual choice to side with King Bowser and his brood of eight. Hailing from a mountain range northwest of the Koopa Kingdom, Dalex made his way to the Dark Lands in hopes of learning more about his own kind, as there were very few Koopas to speak of in his hometown of Wyverra Village.

Apart from getting in touch with his Koopa heritage, Dalex had another goal in mind when he arrived: solving the mystery of his pendant, which had been with him since he was four years old. Both he and his parents had no idea what it was or where it could've come from, and no amount of poring through the books of public libraries helped. At most, he learned that the pendant resembled the Shine Sprites of Isle Delfino, but the pendant's color and lack of eyes made it clear that they were not one and the same.

The only remaining option was the Castle library, but he couldn't just... waltz right into the Koopa friggin' Castle to look at some books. And as much as Dalex wanted answers, he wasn't about to poke his snout where he wasn't welcome. Maybe... maybe if he got a job there, he'd be able to check a few things out? He wasn't gonna go out on the front lines to fight the likes of the Mario Bros.; more along the lines of cleaning, patrols, or heavy lifting. He didn't necessarily need the coins, but... well, he could put it towards a trip to Sarasaland. He'd been meaning to go there one day.

Dalex had begun his work as one of Bowser's many minions hidden in the background, and the background was where he'd meant to stay. Little did he know, he'd eventually catch the eye of not one, not two, but eight special Koopas, who were more than happy to pull him into the foreground whether he liked it or not. But that was fine; Dalex wasn't in a hurry, and to be honest, even if they could be a bit much at times, the Royal Family certainly knew how to make life a bit more interesting.

Trivia

Poison Koopas are a somewhat uncommon subspecies, often confused for Dragon Koopas with purple scales. As far as most people know, Dalex is just a purple Boom Boom. Admittedly this little secret is not as tight-lipped as one would think; no one (except Iggy) ever asks, so Dalex never tells.

His status as half-Poison Koopa renders him immune to poisonous substances, but he is vulnerable to his own kind's venom. If he were purely a Poison Koopa, he'd be immune to the venom as well.

His own venom can knock someone out in about 30 minutes, while a purebred's venom takes a mere 10. 

Among the other Minions, Dalex's best friends are Boom Boom and Pom Pom. They befriended him shortly after he joined and were the first two people he openly spoke to before any of the Koopalings got involved.

After meeting each of the Koopalings, Dalex became the "student" of Ludwig Von Koopa. First educating Dalex on Koopa culture and later magic, Ludwig initially wanted to keep things "normal" between them, but fell for him as time went on. Being treated like an equal despite Ludwig's higher status and generally feeling accepted and comfortable in Dal's presence certainly played a part in that. He didn't even notice how "close" the two of them were getting until it was literally spelled out for him by his siblings.

Since he's only recently begun practicing magic, doing something like making multiple paint portals over a short period/ones that stretch across greater distances can tire Dalex out quickly. The more he trains, the more magic he'll be able to use before he gets tired. Same goes for the magic output of his Shade Sprite.

Part of him is afraid of what he could do once he gets better at magic, particularly if he gets angry... but having no clue what he's doing sounds even more dangerous, hence him eventually asking Ludwig to help him.