#i actually drew this awhile ago and i liked it but then i looked at it too much and hated it

[kayfacedraws]

When it gets sunny out, let's take Wim on a picnic together.

[zappedbyzabka]

Mike Faist fans please take this.

[jontheredrc]

tfw ur fave soda goes on sale

[lonelystarrs]

The Pudding

Barou Shouei x FemReader (Ft Isagi Yoichi)

Barou was acting like you’d been winding him up to brat tame, however you’d been on your best behaviour since Isagi came to crash with you guys for awhile, who knew he’d be such a homewrecker and not even release it was his fault. That pudding Barou was obsessed with do be good though!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • DomBarou • smut • Barou being Barou. • dirty talk -filth • this do be spicy get your face fans out• 5 years after Blue Lock • Isagi temporary house mate causing arguments • crack • established relationship • the ending tho 💀 isagi you homewrecker.

Frantic, aggressive and a borderline bully -Barou Shouei was showing all these traits when he’d stomped his way over to you, red eyes glowing as his figured shadow drew closer.

Normally you’d do something to warrant this kind of a reaction from him, brat taming you was something he enjoyed and something you found amusing to draw out in him.

Today however? You hadn’t done anything, in fact since Isagi came to crash a couple of days ago with you both for a few weeks you’d been pretty good. Barou only allowed it because Isagi was easy to live with, he knew this from his days in blue lock, collecting laundry and at least trying to aid his level of OCD with cleaning. He was respectful and he, unknowingly to you or anyone else owed Isagi a favour.

Why? That secret would die with Barou -and with Isagi if he kept his word on not telling anyone. Barou had actually asked him to try find out your ring sizes, which he had successfully done -fuck knows how he pulled it off and fuck knows how Barou bit his pride to ask. He wanted someone outside to get the job done, he himself or his sisters would be way too obvious. Apparently he took you shopping with Bachira who you had a soft spot for, the guys eccentric personality made it easy to fall for, he made you try on a load of stacking rings and Isagi remembered the one for your ring finger, clever little shit Barou had to give him that.

“W-wait Barou, s-slow down-“

You tried to tighten your thighs together in an attempt to block him but he’d only pushed his weight by his hips further into you causing you to spread them.

Normally Barou would prep you, much needed considering how thick and long this guy was, he was built like a god head to toe and taking him was always a stretch.

You were actually a little worried at how fired up he was, but equally excited by his sudden attitude shift, he was fine this morning but he was borderline feral at the moment.

Barou snorted a laugh, red eyes looking up to you as he held himself over you. Hands planted by your sides as you gripped onto his forearms to brace yourself, his huge biceps bulging as he held his own weight above you. His shoulders looked fucking huge, pure muscle hovering over you as sweat dripped from his body from his wound up he was getting not even cooling down after he finished a work out. His cock rested hard on your stomach, leaking at the tip.

“Huh? Where’s that cocky attitude gone, girl?”

Eyes returning down he watch himself as he lifted his hips, flexing his thick, heavy cock to hit his stomach watching the pre cum link between him, before dropping it down to press the thick tip to your entrance. You clenched around nothing as he pressed against you, easing the head in.

His deep voice making bumps rise on your skin, there was nothing unmanly about this guy, he oozes testosterone and gruffness, but that voice? God it got you every time, especially when he was threatening you.

“I’ll warn you now-“ he glanced up at you, his gaze harsh as he kept eye contact “-I’d find something to hold onto if I were you. You’re getting devoured, teach you to stop pissing me off.”

You swallowed and he was drinking in how vulnerable you looked under him, eyes glazed and doe like, it sent his ego soaring. The growl that left his chest was feral, eyes flashing as he tried to control himself from pushing himself in with one thrust.

Barou was mean, but not a complete sadist.

You moved a hand to press against the headboard behind you, the other remaining on his forearm.

He felt the tight ring of your cunt protest as he pushed the head in, you were so tight he couldn’t pull the head back as it gripped onto him and it was game over for you when he felt it sucking his cock in.

He pushed through to the hilt, bullying this thick cock through your velvety walls as they gripped him, milking any precum he had crawling up his dick.

“Fucking hell s’fucking warm, how you stay this tight huh? This cock not fucked you enough times?” he breathed out, not once dropping that gruffness his voice carried. He pressed his forehead against yours looking down at his cock buried in you. Barou was big, he had the length and the thickness but this man knew how to roll his cock into you.

“B-Barou s’too much please just -“

“Tch, thought you knew what you were in for? Acting cocky and now whinin’ cause you can’t take me? Suck it up princess, wanna help yourself? Reach down and play with your clit as I fuck you, it’s the only mercy you’re getting.”

You whimpered under him, your hips twitching to try angle yourself better as your pussy clenched around him.

Despite years of being together he was still a stretch to take especially when he’d been away for a few weeks for soccer and you’d not had him. This time, it was because he’d remained rather tame while Isagi was crashing at your place whilst he moved into his new one.

You had no idea why Barou was so pissed off, he only got like this when you’d been teasing him or winding him up until he entered his brat taming mode.

This time though -you hadn’t.

You pussy was soaking, drooling to your ass and over his cock and balls, he tilted his hips so the hilt of his dick rubbed your clit and you threw your head back with an unholy moan.

He withdrew slowly, a deep groan leaving him as he watched his thick dick slide from you covered in slick.

“You’re a mess, acting like you can’t handle it but she’s drooling for me-“ he thrust sharply, hitting that spot in you that made your breath hitch, your mouth fell open as you looked down in slight worry, your hand on his forearm quickly pressed against his six pack.

“Found it already huh? Tch, too easy thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

He rolled his hips beautifully into you, setting a pace that was borderline cruel -hard but not quiet fast enough to build your orgasm as quick as you’d want it.

Barou watched your tits bounce with each thrust into your pussy, hugging him begging it to fill you with his cum, but he wasn’t done yet.

Your vision blurred as he shifted you, only to focus again as he looked down on you folded beneath him. He had hooked both arms under your knees to push you upwards under him, folding you in half as his hands grip the head board behind you to stabilise himself.

Your eyes widened at what he was about to do, tears gathering in your eyes as he moulded you into his own version of a mating press. Mounting you like some animal as he stared down at his prey.

“You’re fucked now, woman.”

His first thrust hit so deep you almost seen stars, head kissing your cervix as he pushed to the hilt whilst rotating his hips in circles.

“Your safe word, you got it?” You nodded dumbly and he pressed a kiss to your leg, a fleeting moment of showing his softness before his annoyance for whatever triggered this took him over again.

Your hand moved to press a finger to your clit and Barou’s eyes followed to watch you rub circles into it, matching his pace to each round.

He was impossibly deep even he could feel resistance to how deeply he’d managed to bury himself into you -actual pride swelling in his chest at you being such a champ and taking him like this. Your clit was hard and burning under the pad of your finger as you eased towards cumming for him. Each squelch of his cock bullying into you, each slap of his skin as his balls hit your ass every moan that left your throat as you begged and spurred him.

Slurring words of adoration for him as he drank everything you gave him, his ego soaring with his heart as he started to rut into you violently. Knuckles turning white as his gripped the head board, sweat dripping from him onto you under him as he pushed himself physically.

“Fuck,” a frustrated growl left him, “-fuck you’re too fucking good.” His words through grunts as he kept up a feral pace. “-you’re fucking made for me.”

“Y-yes!”

“Yeah? You made for this king? Made to take this dick?”

“M-made for you- Ngh-Barou I’m gonna- hah- please I’m cumming, Barou- y-yes there, please-“

“Yeah? Keep fucking begging n slurring all dumb like that, makes me wanna devour you.”

He felt you start to roll your hips under him, your spare hand blinded reaching for his on the head board, finding it you gripped it, fingers laying over his. The finger on your clit started stuttering, picking up a fast messy pace.

“Cummin’ f’you- Bar-King, fuckfuckfuck!”

He smugly watched you lose it under him, body tightening and your toes curling, feeling your pussy clamp around him made him buckle slightly, edging him towards his own release. He didn’t ease you down, instead Barou shifted another gear as his pace turned fast and hard.

“S’Kings gonna fill that pretty cunt up-“

He flipped his hand, twisting it to lace his fingers through yours and planting beside your head, letting one of your legs lower. Barou pressed his lips to your leg still held up by his other, placing wet kisses between bites, panting through his nose as he groan into your skin holding between his teeth.

His thrusts turned sloppy but kept their hardness fucking into you like an alpha fucking his mate through a rut.

“Take it all -fuuuuuck!”

He hunched over you pressing his hips to yours as he spilled into you, cock flexing inside you as he moaned into your leg, red eyes half hooded and glazed. His hips twitched against you as you clenched around him, stomach muscles flexing in little spasms as he came hard emptying into you.

The room was filled with both your panting, coming down from your highs and Barou released you, sitting back onto his folded legs spread. You whimpered as his cock pulled from you now half hard as he softened. Your legs bent up and still spread, shaking as you felt the tremors start to inch up your body. Hands shaking you sat up onto your elbows, Barou was still breathing heavy, red eyes fixed on your swollen pussy starting to leak out his cum and he groaned again. It was the only kind of mess he deemed somewhat acceptable. Running a hand through his hair you could see him shaking lightly, a smug smirk made it’s way to your face.

“The fuck is with that smug smile? Knock it off,”

“You’re shaking.”

“I fucking wouldn’t be if you hadn’t ate the last pudding!”

“What?” You deadpanned at him, “-I didn’t.”

“Don’t bullshit me, I didn’t eat it and it was there this morning.”

“-wait, Barou did you just fuck me like that cause you thought I ate your last pudding?!”

“Hardly the first time, you act like a brat to get fucked like one. Got what you wanted now go out and replace it!”

“I can’t fucking walk! You literally just beat my pussy up!”

“Yeah? I’ll do it again until you stop stealing my shit!”

“I didn’t eat it Barou!”

Meanwhile Isagi sat in the spare room listening to you both from across the hall. -completely forgotten about that he was currently residing with you guys and was actually in the building.

An impressively raging hard on at the inspirational rough sex he’d just heard whilst looking down at his hands, one with a spoon and the other holding an empty container for pudding. He’d been eating it whilst you guys fucked like animals in your bedroom. Like popcorn at a cinema.

Man, Barou really liked his damn pudding, Isagi didn’t think he’d heard him that angry since he called the king a donkey back in Blue Lock 5 years ago.

He shrugged and cleaned the spoon off, ah well Barou didn’t know it was actually him who’d stolen the last pudding, ‘sides it was worth it listening to that.

© pharix 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

[blackheart-6]

noelle holiday age progression chart

without height lines

explanations of designs:

hi yall

so, i actually finished this drawing like a week ago lol. but i didnt want to post a bunch of drawing in a row, and then i got sick, so i havent been able to post it till now!

its my imaginings of what noelle looked like as she grew up, and a potential adult noelle design! ill explain my thought processes about these designs below, if anyones interested 😁

i also plan on doing one of these with dess, but this one was pretty difficult, so it might be awhile before that (unless yalls are interested in seeing it?)

first off, im not 100% sure ill keep using all these designs. some of them im not that happy with (im no good at designing outfits 😔) but i just went with them so i could finish the drawing. so if anyone has any alternative outfit ideas for any of her ages, id be interested in seeing/hearing it!

secondly, something that may stick out to yall for all the designs is how tall she gets. its the same height i normally draw her with, but given how i usually draw her by herself you cant really tell how tall she is! i have 3 main reasons for why i headcanon her as this tall: deer are pretty tall irl, so having her be tall makes sense in my head; i just like the look of her being super tall, it makes me happy lol; and third, i personally also headcanon the holiday family as boss monsters (i think ive explained this headcanon before on here, so i wont explain again, unless someone is interested ^^). so yeah, she ends up being 7 feet tall as an adult, the second tallest in her family!

also, i gave all her children forms stripes in some way, as a reference to when monster kid in undertale says they can tell frisk is a kid because of their stripes!

now onto my explainations for individual drawings!

theres nothing really to say about her baby design. the only thing i did that might be new is give her faun spots! they are most plentiful on her baby form, but they persist until shes in her teens, i would say (on here you cant see them after age 7, but thats just because i imagine they are mostly on her back). and i gave her a cute lil onsie that says a-deer-able! if you guys cant read it ^^

this outfit i made for her toddler design is actually an outfit ive used in the past! i wonder if yall know what drawing it was? its pretty much the same as it was there, i just added a stripe to the shirt. i felt like overalls are so reminiscent of childhood, i had to give at least one of her designs them! i also added a little mistletoe to the front pocket, to make it more christmas-esque. and i gave her some bandaids, just cause.

7 years old is one of the designs i really struggled on, and im still not happy with it. i dunno if ive said this yet, but i headcanon noelle to be trans, so at 7 is when i decided she started realizing it. so here i gave her long sleeves and pants, to show how shes more hidden now because shes unhappy with herself, if that makes any sense? i was also trying to make her look a bit like a nerd, with the button up and khakis, just because its funny. but yeah, ill probably end up changing this design at some point :P

11 years old was one of the easiest to do, considering how ive had her design for this age for awhile lol. one thing i did change was going from 2 red/white stripes to one, but ive done that before, so it wasnt something entirely new. i also gave her a smile and closed eyes, cause shes happy being a girl 🥰. other that that, its the same, so yeah, thats it for this part

okay, this next design is a fairly different looking one than all the rest, but i have my reasons! at this point in noelles live, dess has gone missing, so i wanted to show her being sad and stuff. i also gave her shoes and long sleeves because she probably goes out looking for dess when she can, hoping to find a lead 😭. but outside of in-story stuff, this outfit is based off of an old one i drew, but its fairly edited, so i wouldnt be surprised if no one recognizes it even if they have seen my old stuff. she has straight hair here, to show how unhappy she is (idk what it is about straight hair it just feels sad) and because i wanted to give her different hair varieties on this progression chart. i gave her antlers 2 prongs each at this point, because the way i see deer monsters, their antlers show their growth/aging, so youll see them getting bigger and having more prongs as the chart continues.

this outfit for 15 is another one i dont like. i tried to make it similar to her current outfit, but still pretty different. im not even sure what precisely i dont like about this outfit, it just doesnt feel that good. for this one i gave her leg warmers because i used to (and sometimes still do) draw her normal outfit with them. i gave her the curly hair she has as a callback to when i used to draw her hair like that! but yeah, ill probably end up redoing this one too

for 17, i just gave her the normal outfit, so it was easy ^^. in game i think shes 16, but close to turning 17, so i just went with 17 here to fit the +2 age pattern thing i had going on. i also gave her an extra horn prong than i normally give her, just to show age once again

finally, her adult design! i dont like this one either lol. i spent so long trying to think of what outfit to give her, but i couldnt come up with something i liked >.< so i just gave her something simple. i feel like once noelle graduates high school and probably goes to college she branches out more and tries things her mother never let her do, which is why i gave her an outfit like that, that has a crop top and a shorter skirt. also, yalls might recognize the hair style i gave her, i drew a potential adult noelle before and i gave her the same hair ^^

i think thats all for the post! i probably have more thoughts that im just not thinking of, but its fine for now. i hope yall enjoyed the drawing, and if you have any question or comments or whatever, go ahead and say them!! if youve made it this far, have a cookie, you must be hungry after reading so much ^^ 🍪

[alaskaartz]

Awhile ago someone told me the WL I drew looked really sassy because of her outfit. Something about that stuck with me and ever since then I've been wondering what actually sassy Alaska AU WL would looks like. uh- Now we know, she looks like this-

You KNOW PK is running around blushing and rambling about his drop dead gorgeous wife

[alltoolewis]

Core Memories- Mason Mount 🤍

As a Disney girl, I had this wild idea to do a series based on inside out where I do 5 different core memories that are based on the 5 emotions- Joy, Sadness, Anger, Fear & Disgust. Hope you all enjoy them & please let me know who you would like one for next 🤍

Also ‘joy’ might be one of my favourites that I have written in awhile! It’s literally my dream!!!

Summary- The 5 emotions of your and Mason's relationship... (disclaimer these don’t run in order of events..)

SADNESS

“Honey I’m home..” Mason sang through your shared house, expecting you to run in his open arms like you normally did. But as his arms were left empty and not a sound could be heard he knew something was wrong.

“(Y/n)” he called, dropping his stuff instantly as he entered the living room to find you. His heart stopped as you weren’t were you normally were, your mug wasn’t on the coffee table and your laptop was closed shut something that was barely seen in all your years of dating “baby? Where are you?”

Running up the stairs, his heart shattered as he entered your bedroom finding you curled up on the bed, eyes red and puffy as silent sobs escaped your mouth “omg darling what’s happened?” Making his way to the other side of the bed, he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into a comforting spoon. A muffled response came from your lips as he drew patterns down your arms in hopes to calm your overwhelmed body down “what was that baby?”

“They let me go…” you whispered, voice cracking as you turned around his arms. Your wet eyes being met with his concerned ones as you broke down completely “they actually did it… they let me go..”

Mason pulled you closer to his chest, as your tears soaked his training top. It was speculated for months now that your dream job you had bagged just under a year ago was having a shuffle round & the newer employers would be the most vulnerable. For the last 2 months you had worked your arse off to keep the position, doing every extra shift you could, working over time every night.. even sacrificing your nights off with Mason to do it. But your efforts weren’t good enough…

“Shhh.. shhhh it’s okay…” Mason hushed you, rubbing your back up and down as your cries and heavy breathing could only be heard “your going to be okay baby…”

“I worked so hard mase…” you mumbled into his chest “I put everything into that job and they sacked me… I failed them… I failed you… I’m so stupid!”

“Hey, stop that… you didn’t fail anyone especially me!” he whispered, his own tears threatening to escape as he watched you fall apart for the first time in front of him “you are the most talented, hardworking, driven woman I have ever met! You deserve the world baby girl! A job that will appreciate you for who you are & respect you for everything you do for them! That shit place didn’t deserve you… I love you so much okay, so fucking much… your going to be okay”

Feeling a tear drop on your temple, you looked up to find a crying Mason causing your heart to break even more “why are you crying?” You mumbled, not trusting your voice to speak loudly as the tears continued to fall down your boyfriends cheek “I just hate seeing you this way sweetheart… putting your self down because they didn’t treat you right. It’s not fair… you don’t deserve this”

Wrapping your leg round his waist, you moved to straddle him, allowing your head to fall in the crook of his neck as he continued to massage your back “I don’t know what I’m going to do Mason… I need to work, I can’t be 22 and unemployed my family will be so disappointed in me once they find out..”

Moving your chin to look at him, he placed his lips to yours, your tears mixing together as you kissed the sadness in your bodies away “listen to me…” he mumbled, pulling away from you as he kept his head to yours “you are not an embarrassment okay? You’ll never be one! & I don’t worry about a job.. we’ll find you one that’ll treat you fair, but until then your going to rest and let your body relax, your overworked darling… but there is a positive in this your not thinking of…”

“Is there?” You mumbled

“Yes..” he smiled, pecking your nose “until you find one we get to spend more time together… no overtime or extra shifts, just me and you!”

For the first time that night, your lips pulled up into a grin “I love you so much Mason… I don’t know what I’d ever do without you…”

“You’ll never find out baby..” he whispered “because unlike your shit job I’m not going anywhere… I’m never letting you go..” What started out as one of the worst days of your life, turned into one of the most learning…

The day you figured out your worth and value all in the arms of the love of your life… a learning you’d never forget!

FEAR

"How longs left?..." You muttered nervously to Jaz, not having the nerve to look at the huge screen in front of you displaying the time as your eyes remained fixated on your team in front of you. "About 5 minutes" She replied, throwing her arm around your shoulder. Your eyes kept flicking between the field of different colors of blue and the bench where your boyfriend sat anxiously bouncing his knee. The ball continued to be passed around the pitch for what felt like the longest 5 minutes of your life, most of which was spent with your hands covering your face or your head nuzzled in Lewis's neck. Your head was spinning so much you didn't even realize the full-time whistle had been blown until you saw the crowd of royal blue erupts and your feet being swept off the ground as his brother bounced up and down with you. Screams of 'he's done it' and 'Let's fucking go!' filled the section but your mouth remained closed... letting the moment sink in that your boyfriend, your best friend, the love of your life has just achieved something that you had both dreamed of since you were little kids. Having plenty of pillow talks of over the last couple of years about your dreams and aspirations... and now one of his has come true & you couldn't of been prouder!

"Are you coming down?" Debbie smiled, her own eyes teary as she gathered her stuff ready to head down to see her little boy, but you shook your head "I think I'll stay up here.." You mumbled, anxiety bubbling you as you thought about standing in the middle of the pitch in front of thousands of fans and cameras. Even after years of dating Mase, you still hadn't gotten used to it all, something about being under the spotlight always freaked you out, some people still thought he was single due to the lack of your appearance in public. Mason never pushed you to be so tho, and although he wished you would join him for seasonal celebrations or to show you off in public he knew you weren't comfortable. "You sure?" Lewis sighed, wrapping his arm around you "I think he would love to have you down there with him & besides nothing going to happen love, we will all be there for you."

Taking one last look down to the pitch, finding Mason dancing and messing around with Chilly and Reece. But with the insecurity still being there you shook your head "I'm sure" You smiled "I'll stay in the VIP box until it cools down a little, then I might come down... can you let Mase know that I am proud of him tho? & give him a kiss from me!"

"Of course, we can! but maybe not the kiss!" Lewis chuckled, as Debbie hit his chest "We will see you in a bit sweetheart!" Debbie beamed, waving you goodbye as you both went in different directions, them heading down while you went to hide in the booths.

The second he saw his family he knew something was missing "Where's (y/n)?" Mason asked as he finished hugging his mum, still looking over her shoulder in hopes to find you stood there. "Oh, she's up there..." Lewis sighed, pointing over to the VIP booth, leaning down to whisper into his brother's ear "She was feeling a bit anxious mate, so she said she's going to wait for it all to cool down & then she might pop down" Mason's heart sunk at his brother's words, not liking the idea of you being all alone there when your feeling uncomfortable "She is okay tho right?" Mason asked voice full of worry. "Bro she is fine, I promise I wouldn't of left her if she wasn't" He felt a little better after hearing that but still he didn't feel right.

"She wanted you to know that she is so proud of you!" His mother smiled, as his heart burst. "She also wanted us to give you a kiss but I ain't doing that" Lewis joked, causing Mason to throw his head back laughing.

The next 15 minutes were spent taking pictures and chatting to the other family members, and although he tried to keep preoccupied and not be distracted by you not being there, he couldn't handle it any longer. "Mase!" Lewis called as he spotted him walking away "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to be with my girl!" Mason smiled, looking up to the almost empty box, only having you in it but it was about to gain one more person as he sprinted down the tunnel.

While that was going on, you watched the celebrations with nothing but tears in your eyes. A mixture of pride and disappointment. Although you were ecstatic for the team, a part of you couldn't help but feel angry and disappointed, for letting your anxiety and insecurity yet again ruin it for not only you but Mason. Watching all the other players being congratulated by their partners, kissing and hugging as the confetti falls down on them, broke your heart. Despite Mase telling you many times that it didn't matter & that your celebrations in private means much more to him, you knew he was lying! He wanted that moment just as much as you did... but you just wasn't ready for it.

Sighing you turned away from the pitch view window, not being able to handle it any longer. Sitting down at the table perched in the middle of the room, you sighed allowing the tears to fall freely down your face. You were so caught up in your own pity party, that you didn't realize your boyfriend leaning against the wall as he watched you with a broken heart.

"I hope those are happy tears..." He chuckled half-heartedly making your head shoot up in shock "Cause if not I always suspected that you are a city fan!"

Giggling you shook your head, meeting him halfway as you threw yourself in his arms "What are you doing up here Mase?" You sighed, looking up to him as he wiped away your falling tears "It didn't feel right celebrating down there without my favorite girl" He smiled "So if she isn't ready to come down there to me... I'll go up to her!"

Your heart melted at his kind gesture as you gave him a sympathetic smile, all of a sudden feeling guilty for making him miss out on celebrating with his team "I'm so sorry Mase.." You sighed, leaning further into his touch as you placed your head on his chest "I've ruined it for you again... you should be down there with your team & your family, the people who have helped you on this journey every step of the way. Not your over-anxious girlfriend who can't even make it down on a field without breaking down-"

Cutting your words short', Mason places his lips to yours taking any remaining stress and anxiety from your body as he felt you relax against his touch. His hands held you close as he broke away slightly, whispering between the small gap of your lips "If I remember correctly sweetheart... you were the one who has been with me every step of the way..." You hated to admit it but he was correct, throughout the whole season you were by his side. Celebrating every win, consoling him after every loss. There wasn't a single match that you didn't watch or support him in

"But-"

"No 'buts' baby..." Mason chuckled as he took off the medal around his neck, instead letting it fall around yours. Picking up the metal, he placed it on his lips "We have done this, together..." Meeting him in the middle with tears in your eyes, you place your lips on the other side "Together..."

Smiling at your words, Mason grabbed two champagne flutes off the table, filling them both up before handing you one "To Chelsea, To our Love, To each other... I love you (y/n) more than any celebration... cheers to us!"

"I love you too Mase... more than anything in the world, cheers"

Wrapping his arms around your waist, You and mason continued to watch the rest of the celebrations continue from the comfort of the private box. It was that moment where it really sunk in what he had achieved, and he didn't want to celebrate it any other way! The next 30 minutes were spent the same, small chit-chat about what had just happened, quick kisses, and confessions of love as the champagne made its way through your bloodstream. and although it started badly for you & things seemed uncertain... at the end of the night things became pretty memorable...

a core memory for sure!

DISGUST

“Please tell me you didn’t just put tomato sauce on that egg” you mumbled, covering your eyes in despair and utter disgust. Mason looked at you with a confused look, placing the bottle down slowly “no…” he replied, voice not sounding that convincing at all!

Peeking through the cracks of your fingers, you groaned as you noticed the red splodge of sauce on his plate “Mase! That’s gross, how can you even eat that…”

“Have you ever tried it?” He smirked, holding some of the dipped egg in near distance of you. “No I haven’t…” you groaned, taking one look at the fork in front as you gagged “& I ain’t going to so please get that away from me!”

“Your so dramatic..” Mason laughed, placing it in his mouth instead as you rolled your eyes “see delicious, your missing out baby..” he hummed, before continuing to shovel the vile food in his mouth.

“I’m not missing out on anything darling” you replied, gathering your plate of barely untouched food. Furrowing his eyebrows, Mason gave you a puzzling look “Where are you going?”

“Away from you & that disgusting concoction on your plate..” you smiled, patting him on the shoulder before going into the kitchen, getting comfy on one of the barstools set up on the counter.

Mason couldn’t help but laugh at how overdramatic you were being. Complementing to go with you or not, he decided that it was best to leave you be, just in case his food did gross you out to much. Once he was finished, he skipped to the kitchen with his empty plate still finding you perched up on the barstool with your phone in your hand.

Tiptoeing behind you, he placed his arms around your waist causing you to flinch a little as he whispered in your ear “did you miss me darling?”

Spinning around on the seat, you gave him a glare “I missed you… not your dinner tho!” Chuckling he wrapped his arms tighter around you, leaning down to give you a warming kiss one that you both craved ever since you had began your journey together…

But it didn’t last as long as it normally did as another gag fell from your lips.

“What’s wrong now!?!” Mason laughed as you pulled away from his touch, running to the sink to rinse your mouth “I can taste it!” You mumbled gargling as much water as your mouth could hold.

Mason watched you in amusement “your crazy..” he laughed shaking his head as you spat the water out, lifting your hand up to flip him off.

Although the experience was different for the two of you, you knew that neither of you would forget this moment for a long time… maybe forever!

ANGER

7pm… it was now 7pm & there was still no sign of Mason coming through the door. Sighing for the tenth time that hour, you reached for your phone hoping there was some sign that he had remembered the important dinner you had both planned for months. But as you were met with a empty notification tab you knew that he’d forgotten.

You wanted to remain hopeful, that he was planning some big grand gesture to celebrate your 3 years of love so. So you stayed put on landing stairs, the royal blue dress you had specifically picked for this occasion hugging your body & your mascara hanging on your eyelashes like a thread as tears began to threaten your eyes.

Your phone finally vibrated against your knee 40 minutes later, but your heart didn’t skip like it normally did when you saw his name, instead it deflated as you answered it instantly hearing the background noise of the busy club he clearly went to instead.

“Hi baby..” He spoke through the loud crowd, smile adamant in his voice.

“What do you want Mason?” You snapped, getting up from the stairs not even bothering to stop the tears anymore. He knew something was wrong as you spoke his full name. You never called him Mason unless there was something wrong!

Shuffling through the crowd he made his way outside “hey…hey. What’s happened darling?” He cluelessly replied not having any clue for sharpness.

“What happened!” You hissed, making your way up the stairs to get out of your outfit “Mason are you fucking serious right now!”

“(Y/N)… I don’t know what your talking abou-“

“YOU FUCKING FORGOT MASON!” You yelled, not even caring any more as your emotions sprung out of you. Silence filled the other side of the phone as Mason tried his best to figure out what exactly he had missed.

“See you don’t even know…” you snapped, ready to hang up the phone before he spoke up finally putting all the pieces together “(y/n), I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to okay… I’ve been busy with work and the start of the season & I know it’s not a excuse-“

“No mase it’s not!” You scoffed.

“Please just listen to me baby..” he pleaded wanting you to hear it out “I will come back now okay and we’ll spend the rest of the night together… I’ll make it up to you I promise”

“3 years mase..” you sighed, not having the energy to shout anymore “it was our 3 year anniversary… I’ve been waiting for you on our landing for 4 hours while you’ve been out parting with your ‘lads’ for the tenth time this week…” masons heart burst as he heard you pause, a muffled sob echoing through the speaker as you cried “I wanted tonight to be our night… to celebrate us & everything we’ve been through. But you had to chose them once again didn’t you… like you always do”

Your dig punched him right in the heart as he began to feel frustrated “I haven’t chose them over you!” He groaned “I’ve never chose them over you so stop being so needy!”

“Your unbelievable!” You cried, body freezing as his words sunk under your skin leaving a permanent mark “if you don’t chose them where are you now eh? Where are you now on one of the most important dates in our relationship?!?”

“(Y/n)…”

“Don’t (y/n) me Mason!” You growled causing goosbumps to rise on his skin at the unfamiliar tone “if I’m so needy and demanding how about you just call it quits! End it now so you can have all the freedom you want!”

“Please stop it … I love you! I didn’t mean it that way-“

“Don’t bother coming home!” You interrupted, voice shaking “I’m going to bed…”

“Please wait..” Mason pleaded, wanting to make it up with you but it was too late!

“Happy anniversary mase…” you sighed “have a nice night out with the lads… the sofa will be ready for you when you get home!” & with that you hung up, throwing your phone to the side as you broke down on the bedroom floor… this wasn’t the way you’d expected tonight to go.

You didn’t know how it was going to go after this, if you’d kiss and make up or leave it rotting for days until it couldn’t be fixed… but either way it was safe to say that neither of you would be forgetting it any time soon!

JOY

“Are you going to eat all that?” You giggled as Mason piled his plate up with all the croissants and pain au chocolat’s he could fit on his plate. “It’s not everyday we’re in Paris baby…” he laughed, giving you a playful stare “and anyway TT told me to enjoy myself and to eat as many pastries as I want so I’m making the most of it!”

Giggling, you shook your head, grabbing one of the many croissants on his plate giving it a nibble “well if the boss said, who am I to stop you!”

Glancing out the window your heart stopped slightly at the surroundings around you. You still couldn’t believe that you were in Paris, sat in front of the love of your life eating pastries and sipping red wine in the most famous city of love. When Mason told you that you were spending your 5 year anniversary here you didn’t believe him… one because of it being so last minute and two because it was in the middle of the season & Tom might not of given him the time off… but lucky for you the big boss hisself was more than happy to allow Mason to go a way for a couple of days, making him promise however that’ll hell put 100% effort into all games and trainings for the rest of the season!

“So what should we do tonight?” You smiled, sipping your red wine as Mason flashed you one of his signature smirks “leave that with me baby girl… I’ve got something up my sleeve for you tonight…” your eyes grew wide, as your mind instantly went to the dirtier side of his comment causing him to kick you gently under the table “you naughty girl! I meant I’m taking you out to dinner… why are you always thinking of sex am I piece of meat to you..” he playfully teased, causing you to giggle “of course not! But after last night how am I not supposed to think of the most vulgar… you were rough!”

Getting up from the table, Mason removed your plates, giving you a cheeky kiss before taking them to the other side of the room. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it” he smirked “I think the whole floor now knows my name!”

“Oh shush..” you chuckled, walking over to him to wrap your arms around his waist “what should I wear tonight anyway… you can’t just throw a surprise date at me and not tell me what to wear..”

Pulling away from your hug, Mason made his way over to his case pulling out a Givenchy gift bag and Louboutin heels making your eyes go wide. Just as you were about to comment Mason cut you off with a smile “before you start commenting on the price… I wanted to spoil you okay? Make you feel as special as you make me…”

Handing you the bag first, your hands trembled as you pulled out the most gorgeous royal blue split dress you had ever seen instantly making your eyes tear up “oh my god mase…”

“Wait till you see the shoes…” he smirked handing you the small ruffle bag containing a stunning pair of glittery red bottom heels.

“These must of cost you so much mase, I don’t deserve-“ putting his finger across your lips to shut you up, Mason whispered “you deserve the world… & I want to be the one to give it you…”

“Mase..” you sighed, feeling the tears fill up your eyes, causing Mason to chuckle instantly wiping away the fallen tear “don’t cry baby, your going to set me off and the day has barely started… now go put on the stunning dress, our reservations is in 2 hours”

Not waiting another minute to try it on you slipped off to the bathroom, feeling like a Disney princess as you slipped the perfect gown on. Once all your makeup was set and your hair was placed in a tidy high top pony tail you left the side room to find a suited and booted Mason looking as handsome as ever.

His eyes went wide as he took in your frame… you always looked beautiful to him, there wasn’t a day that you didn’t. But right now, you looked like perfection… there’s was nothing on this planet, or even the universe that could compare to you in this moment…

“Wow..” he sighed, allowing a tear to fall down his cheek “you look-… wow!”

Giggling, you pulled him closer to you “don’t cry baby… the nights barely started yet” you teased repeating the words he spoke to you earlier. Giving his lips a gentle peck, you smiled “but thank you handsome… you look unreal too!”

Taking your hand in his, he kissed it softly “thank you my darling… how about we get going yeah? So i can show the whole of Paris how stunning my girlfriend is…”

“Let’s go…”

———-

The rest of the evening was spent with nothing but tipsy kisses and glasses of wine, as you and mase celebrated your love in the only way that was fitting for you both! After the meal and Delicious desert, Mason insisted on you both taking a walk to the Eiffel Tower & who were you to miss out on the opportunity to see the landmark on the most special day of your life!

“Wow…” you breathed out as you took in the scene in front of you “it’s beautiful…”

“I know..” Mason sighed. As you turned to look at him you discovered he wasn’t looking at the glistening tower in front of you… he was looking at you.

“I love you so much…” he mumbled as he wrapped his around you from behind “more than anything in the world!”

“I love you too mase…” you whispered not wanting to ruin the moment “thank you for the best night of my life”

“It’s not over yet baby..” he smiled, kissing your neck as he grabbed your head “let’s head back to the hotel, it’s getting a bit cold for you to stand out here..”

Nodding your head, you squeezed his hand indicating him that you were good to go back. But as you began walking home, you noticed his behaviour shift, his hands were shaking like crazy and his mind looked like it was constantly on the run. But Every time you tried to figure out what was going on, he would politely dismiss you stating he was just cold.

Once you got back to the room, Mason pulled out the card key swiping it in the lock before taking a step back causing you to raise your brow in confusion “ladies first…” he smirked, causing you to giggle as you pulled open the door finding it filled with complete darkness.

“Mase..” you questioned, as he flipped on the light, closing the door behind you both as you took in the sight in front of you…

Rose petals covered the floor and bed, as balloons lifted in the ceiling each attached to a photograph of you both through the years… your hands trembled as they traced each one, eyes tearing up at the memories around you. “Mason..” you whispered, turning back round to face where he was still stood at near the door “how did you do th-“

Your body froze as you released he was no longer stood, instead kneeled on one knee! “Oh my god Mason..” you breathed, covering your mouth as tears leaked from both of your eyes..

“My (y/n)..” Mason started, a tear running down his cheek “I can’t imagine my life without you, I don’t want to even think of it. You are my light, my world, my soulmate… you make me the happiest man in the world by supporting me and showing me nothing but love & I want nothing more to have that for the rest of my life… so (y:n), my darling will you do me the honour in marrying me?”

Without thinking you lept in his arms, causing you both to topple over with tears and giggles surrounding you! “Yes..” you whispered, kissing his lips repeatedly “I’ll marry you…”

What began as the most memorable morning ended with it being the most memorable day! With a little help from the hotel staff, Tom & of course the love of your life!!!

[dot-cant-write]

A Different Chord - Sammy Lawrence x Reader (Part Five)

It’s getting busy at the studio, and you can’t find Sammy Lawrence.

A/N: In honor of BatDR not being dead, I have actually written stuff. (Sorry for the wait.)

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It had been nearly half a year since your lessons with Sammy began, and things were busier than ever in the studio. It had been at least a week since your last banjo lesson (though admittedly, they were turning into sessions where you told Sammy gossip from around the studio). One day on your break, you headed down to the Music Department to see Sammy.

Henry had practically kicked you out of the art department anyway, complaining that you’re too young to work straight through the day. He said he was gonna have to talk to to Joey about that. Breaks were practically nonexistent in the studio, after all, especially as of late. Joey Drew’s deadlines were becoming more and more imposing and strict. Now that you thought about it, everyone seemed more on edge lately. You rolled your shoulders back and moseyed towards the music director’s office.

When you got there, you were surprised to see that his office was empty. Maybe he was still with the band? You went down the hall to check. As you rounded the corner into the practice room, you frowned. The room was empty. The band must not be meeting today. Or maybe they were taking their own break. Either way, the practice room was empty.

“Don’t know where he went, kiddo. Kicked us all out awhile ago.” A drawling voice made you jump. Turning around, you found Norman Polk on the balcony, fidgeting with a projector.

“That Sammy Lawrence is a strange one, I’ll tell ya… Once he kicked the band out, he ran all the way up here. Heard him flip the projector on, then he ran all the back down here. He played some instruments or somethin’, and he hasn’t come out for a long time. Peculiar man, dunno what you see in him,” Norman continued. That was the most you’d ever heard him speak. Your face reddened a little at his words.

“He’s just teaching me how to play the banjo, Mr. Polk! Don’t get the wrong idea,” you defended.

Norman grinned like the cheshire cat. “I think you’d better tell him that. Never seen that crazy composer as happy as he is when he’s teachin’ you.”

You shook your head hopelessly, feeling the heat in your cheeks. “I’m going to go find Sammy, Mr. Polk.” With that, you exited the room and started searching around, ignoring what Norman had said.

You couldn’t find Sammy anywhere, oddly enough. You swore he never left the music department, and Norman mentioned he’d been in the band room, but there was no sign of the musician. Instead, you’d decided to settle down in his office and wait for him to return.

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Sammy’s office had become a bit busier as of late. Joey Drew had pipes installed to carry ink for some weird sort of project, and the switch for the pumps was placed there. People often came in and out of the office, usually GENT workers or janitors like Wally. Sammy’s desk had also become a bit messier. It had been a lot busier in the studio and you hadn’t had as frequent lessons… Since when had it become so unorganized?

After turning Sammy’s radio on, you started to stack the sheet music scattered across his desk. There were a lot of ink stains on the music. Come to think of it, there were also a lot of ink bottles in his rubbish bin… Why was he going through so much ink?

You shrugged it off once you noticed a black notebook under the sheet music you’d sorted. Curiosity gnawed on your bones, and as you started to reach for the book—

“(Y/N), you’re in my office.” Sammy Lawrence appeared, leaning on the doorframe. He looked slightly amused.

“Um yup, sure am. It’s a disaster in here, you should hire a maid,” You joked lightly, hoping he hadn’t seen you reach for his notebook.

“How long have you been waiting here?” Sammy asked. Changing the subject.

“Only for a little while. Where have you been? Got time for a lesson?”

The composer only responded to the latter question. “Only a short one. Joey has me writing songs for three different Bendy cartoons, all due tonight.” His expression soured.

“Why not work on those then? I don’t mind.”

“You’re just a distraction, I won’t be able to write much while you’re here. Besides, I have… certain things I have to do. Alone,” he added hastily.

Odd. “Do you want me to leave? Am I too distracting?” You asked, waggling your eyebrows playfully. You tried to keep Norman’s words from creeping back into your head.

“Oh, can it. Quit being a child,” Sammy said, but you swear a smile crept up on his face.

“Make me,” you chided lightly. Sammy strode over to where you were sitting at his desk. He towered over you normally, but was even taller while you sat. Leaning down, the musician placed a hand on his desk. He stared straight into your eyes, smirking. He was so close-

The moment was over in an instant. Turning away, he chuckled. “That’s what I thought. Now please, let me work.”

You should probably tell him what Norman said…

You decided not to.

[kito-oh-kito]

Drew this awhile ago of what I’d thing mm Casey would look like

My interpretation? I think? I’ve not actually seen mutant mayhem yet but oh well I like this silly guy

I think he’s pretty neat (he most definitely stinks)

[dotster001]

Congrats on the 1k followers! I loved your matchup you did for me not too terribly long ago and thought I’d really love to participate in this event too, I hope you don’t mind

This is in request of twisted wonderland fandom.

1. The one who I took the hand off first was Malleus. I favored him in the beginning because I freaking love dragons, and those horns! 😂 yeah, sadly I’m a dork. Anywho, he was tall, dark and mysterious. Who isn’t immediately drawn to that type of enigma? Then to learn that he was never invited to meetings and what nots, I felt bad for him. Poor thing 😭

2. I enjoyed Malleus only short lived though, Rook Hunt’s flirting is what freaking drew me in. Lord have mercy! No character makes you feel quite loved and appreciate like he freaking does! He’s heavy on the flirting and praise… kind of hard to not like that (especially when you are a social outcast and overall black sheep). So, Rook Hunt has been my Home Screen and obsession for literally longer than any other character in any Otome or game or anime that I’ve ever freaking obsessed over. lol! I get excited whenever he pops up in events and stories! I’m obsessed over him like he is with Leona and Neige! 😭😭😭 it’s so sad!

3. Rook Hunt-he seems to be the kindest and least judgmental character. His smile and laugh are freaking infectious! His flirting! His voice actor does him major justice, that voice makes me melt every time! As a person who is extremely socially awkward (outside of internet, apparently😂😂) it is nice to know that there is a character who can actually understand exactly what you are thinking or needing without you having to actually voice it (however it also makes you feel vulnerable too!)

4. I think Malleus and I would get along as friends and that would be it. I don’t feel like I need to miss him as I still quite like his character and I enjoy the conversations him and Yuu have. However, my heart quite literally belongs to another…though his love and devotion to Vil and Neige would totally make me jealous and possessive…so pathetic, I know 😭

5. I’m an Aries and an infp. I’m socially awkward and introverted, shy and quiet. I have ptsd, depression and anxiety from being bullied in school (from kindergarten to junior year), a narcissistic and neglectful mother and an abusive father (so I’m not very trusting of others it takes awhile before I let most people in my life and if I do let you in just know I trust and care for you and am fiercely loyal and devoted and extremely protective). I have long hair that I always dye red as it is the only color that takes and actually looks decent on me. I have freckles and hazel eyes and am 5’5 1/2. I love lord of the rings, Harry Potter, and am now freaking obsessed with Wednesday ( I’m literally a mix between Wednesday and her roommate Enid!)i love swords, storms, rain (cold dreary weather!!!❤️❤️❤️). I enjoy reading and love chamomile tea! I love music and singing (can’t dance but can sing). I love artists like Aurora and Naika, neoni, sia…do not like country or rap. I prefer night time, not a fan of sun or heat. I’m a solitude and quiet individual who prefers to observe and not interact.

6. I honestly would prefer to be with Rook. I’d like something romantic. I like yandere, but let’s face it, if it were yandere, I’d sadly be the yandere. I’m too freaking obsessive. Possessive, jealous and downright territorial! However, luckily I’m not the person to act on it. My moral compass is decent for one, I’m also too shy and timid! I have a tendency to also not believe that someone could really really like me (sadly that was beat into me). I’m more fantasy driven rather than action oriented. Good lord I hope I haven’t scared ya away!

Anyway, thank you so much for doing these stories for us, again I really loved your matchup and appreciate your story telling ❤️❤️❤️ so sorry this was so freaking long!😂

(no worries about the length lmao, I'm glad you enjoyed your matchup back in the day of a couple months ago 😂 btw, my dad got me a sign for my dorm that says "no entrance except on party business" thought you'd appreciate)

Im Which we See a Snapshot of how Rook Woos his Lover

Rook had first spotted you when he was hunting observing the Rois de Dragons. The two of you were sipping tea on the Ramshackle porch, and having a riveting conversation about gargoyles (Rook could perfectly read lips). The way your eyes were shining in the evening light, it was love at first sight. And Rook handled it as any normal person would.

"Bonjour, mon petit lapin! J'taime! May I join your conversation?" He said, jumping out of the bushes, and  sweeping his hat off his head as he bowed before you. 

Luckily for him, you didn't speak French, at least not fluently. While both of you were startled by the man from the bushes, you figured with Malleus you would be safe. So you allowed him to join you both.

Four months later, you'd fallen for him just as hard as he'd fallen for you. He'd slowly lured you in with the biweekly hair touch ups and his tongue of gold.

Now that you were together, the hair touch ups might be a little too much for your heart.

One thing you could say about Rook, was that he didn't cheap out on hair dye. Honestly, you probably didn't even need to touch it up so often, but it had become a pattern that when the roots started to show, you would hang out in Rook's room after class as he did your hair.

He would apply hair dye while whispering compliments directly into your ear.

"Your eyes are glittering today with the stars that have bound us together. Tres magnifique!"

He would also hum, as he applied the dye, then washed it out, usually giving you an extra scalp massage as he did so. (You still couldn't decide whether teaching him "The Edge of Night" was good or bad).

He would blow dry your hair, and as he maneuvered the dryer, and your hair, he would gently caress the skin he touched.

By this point, his compliments would be slowly devolving into completely French.

"Ma Cherie, you are truly le plus bel être à avoir jamais vécu."

Then he'd press a kiss behind your ear, and whisper something like,

"Were I a meilleur poète, je pourrais te dire à quel point tu as volé mon cœur."

Then he'd slip himself into your lap, and tap your nose playfully while whispering into your neck,

"tu éclaires le monde et dissipe toute l'obscurité et l'ombre dans mon coeur."

He would continue working his fingers through your hair, as he waited for you to get more and more flustered under his touch. He wanted to kiss you. Badly. But a good hunter makes his prey come to him. 

And you always did, as he whispered in French to you, and nuzzled deeper into your neck, pressing soft kisses wherever his mouth landed.

"Rook."

You would always softly whisper his name. He would pull away and look into your eyes with a truly innocent expression.

"Mon lapin?"

Then you would give him an epic pout, and mutter something like, "I know what you're doing. Just kiss me already, you sadist."

He would gasp in mock surprise, and run his thumb along your pouting lips.

"Je suis desole! I have been so focused on your hair that I have neglected you! Ah! I am truly a heartless lover."

You would scowl at him, and be about to remind him that he was teasing you the entire time, but he would always cut you off with a kiss. Which would turn into two kisses. Which would become a cuddle pile of kisses that would last until the door would open, and you'd hear a proper melodic voice call….

"Oh for seven's sake. There's no need to do this every other Tuesday."

Ah, Vil. Ruiner of all the good times.

[ryanparrish]

located at: covington cemetery

closed for: @drewparrish

"Hey mom...."

Silence met with the brush of cold winds, echo back. A sign perhaps that, Abagail Parrish may be there. Reminding her eldest son that although he cannot see her, her presence can be felt looking over him.

"I see Drew hasn't cleaned up your headstone in awhile. Or Dad for that, matter." Dead flowers lay haphazardly over patches of needled grass. Ryan takes the liberty of clearing them aside to make room for the new ones he brought with him. Daisies. Her favorite.

A testament to Jacob calling her his Daisy as she slaved over the stove to ensure her family began their days with a hearty breakfast. Even after she passed, Ryan could still imagine her standing there in the kitchen, beaming as the sunlight framed her figure so beautifully and an apron clung to her waist. The smell of her perfume - floral scented - still haunted the hallways outside of his parents room.

So much of her lived and breathed in the house they grew up in that, being back there and fixing it up, got harder and harder each and every day.

Especially now. Especially on occasions such as this one. Her birthday.

With another text sent to Drew reminding him that he was late, Ryan hunkered down and got comfortable. He was in no rush to get back to the rest of the world. Besides, now more than ever he could really use her motherly advice. Even if all he had to go on in response was his own intuition.

"He's good, by the way.... Drew. Dad, too. Although, he clearly is so lost without you." We all are, he tacked on as an afterthought.

"I'm finally getting the hang of this physical therapy thing. My PT is a still piece of work. She rambles more than I can listen. And absolutely refuses to give me a break when I ask for one." More like.... demand. "You know, I actually think you'd like her if you met her. Probably tell her how much I need it." He shakes his head as if he can already see it now... Abagail sitting across from Bek at the table, commending her on her ability to keep Ryan in line. She'd swear her boy was grateful even if he grumbles and pouts through it half of the time. And it's not like Abby was wrong.

".......Oh." That wasn't even the best part. Nor was it what he'd actually come by to tell her, knowing how fondly Abby adored Tess. "Tess is home. Says her dad has gone missing. I don't know....." At the time of their impromptu meeting, he struggled to process it. Or her other reasons for returning home. A certain blonde mini me comes to mind. The spitting image of Tess.

The details shrouding that were still a lot for Ryan to digest. Therefore, he didn't bother to try. Instead he tacked on, "I know it's a lot to ask from down here but, maybe you can work some magic and bring them some answers? Knowing you, I'm sure there's a rumor mill up there you can tap with your charm. Either way, I'd really appreciate you tryin'----"

The sound of boots crushing leaves behind him pluck Ryan's attention, pulling it away from their mom's grave and onto a pair of dark gray slacks. Ryan deduces that Drew had likely just come from work or was on his way there. "I was starting to think you wouldn't show. Or you ... forgot."

Ever since they buried her years ago, it had become their tradition to visit her on every birthday. They started it as a family but over time, Jacob stopped coming. He couldn't handle it. And he much preferred to visit her alone.

Whereas Ryan? Well, he only missed the few years he had to when he was gone on active duty. Though, he made up for it by returning home as soon as he could. "When's the last time you tidied the place up?" Although a genuine concern of his, Ryan presented the mild quip with a lighthearted jab to the stomach. "Nice suit, little brother. You almost clean up nice."

[eventinelysplayground]

Here's my entry for @judejazza and @nightghoul381 event #falling4youccc. I used the prompts Stars by Simply Red along with warm in your arms because it fit well. It's my first ever event entry so hope everyone enjoys, I have used caps for his name when it's alter/wicked Keith talking. I also plan for to have a prequel epilogue and sequel for this as it works with other ideas that have been floating around in my head. I don't know who made the banner but they did a great job and thanks for letting us use it.

A Starry Night

It was a clear night, the sky above filled with stars while a warm and gentle breeze blew around them. Emma and Keith were strolling along a little used path when he took her by the hand and veered off to the left. After awhile they came to a clearing with one big willow tree and wildflowers growing all around.

Emma: Oh wow it's so beautiful here, and you have such a great view of all the stars! Thank you for bringing me here.

Emma stared up at the stars for a moment then turned to face Keith who was now sitting up against the willow on top of a blanket.

Keith: I'm so happy you like it, I apologize for not bringing you here before now but I'd forgotten about this place myself until the other day. I'm so terribly sorry.

Emma quickly walked over and sat beside Keith placing a hand on his arm.

Emma: You don't need to apologize it's alright, though honestly I'm a bit surprised you forgot about a place like this.

Keith: Well....that's because this is somewhere HE would come not me.

Emma: Oh....

Emma looked away from Keith. Her voice had been hoarse and barely above a whisper and her heart clamored uneasily.

She thought about the last time she had spoken to Wicked Keith, it was almost two weeks ago now. He had escorted her back to her room after the ball leaving her at her door saying he'd be back in a bit but it wasn't him who had come back. Ever since then Wicked Keith had been avoiding her, at first she had just thought he wasn't comming out for some reason but it went on for too long. Then yesterday she had seen him talking with Liam and when she approached them Wicked Keith switched out as soon as he saw her.

Keith: Emma?

Keith's gentle voice broke through Emma's thoughts.

Emma: Sorry l, what were we talking about?

Emma felt Keith's large fingers running through her hair then his other hand cupping her cheek turning her to face him again.

Keith: I have something I need to tell you. Will you just listen to me until I'm done?

Emma's heart sank and all she could muster was was a small nod. Yet she held Keith's gaze, his golden eyes seeming to search her own. At last he released her both of them facing forward as Keith let out a sigh.

Keith: HE'S terrible for making you so worried and hurting you like this. I'm even worse for not doing anything about it until now. I just thought he would talk to you himself soon I never thought....

Out of the corner of her eye Emma saw Keith turn to look at her but she couldn't face him.

Keith: I've tried talking with HIM but he's being stubborn about this and won't say anything to me. I'm not entirely sure what's going on I can't follow along with what he's actually thinking but I can tell you what he feels.

Emma drew in a sharp breath and clenched her hands in her skirts while panic continued welling up inside her.

Keith: You make him so incredibly happy Emma, he loves every little thing about you and enjoys every moment he spends with you and treats you better then anyone else. Liam has said if he would show him even a fraction of the respect and kindness he shows you he'd be much more pleasant to deal with. The way he loves you....honestly I've though for quite awhile now that he lov...

KEITH: That's enough already!

Emma startled and quickly turned to look at Keith.

KEITH: It's late and gonna get cooler, we need to head back.

Emma stared at Wicked Keith momentarily dazed. He had quickly stood up and she reached out grabbing on tightly to the hem of his cloak.

Emma: Wait...please!

Emma's voice was almost frantic and it halted Keith in his tracks.

Emma: I don't know what's happened lately but I don't want you to hide anything from me remember? Even if it's going to hurt me I want to know, and the sooner the better.

Emma hadn't been able to look at Keith as she spoke. Her voice was so faint and trembling it surprised her while tears had started streaming down her face. Suddenly she felt his warm fingers grasp her chin tilting it upwards forcing her to look at him. He was knelt in front of her staring at her.

KEITH: Normally I love your reactions, but not this time.

Emma found herself lost in his golden gaze while his free hand awkwardly wiped away her tears.

KEITH: It's all true. Everything he said and more summing it all up...I love you with reckless abandon.

Emma's eyes widened and she felt her body start to release some of the fear and tension that had piled up.

Emma: Then if you still love me why have you been avoiding me?

KEITH: Cause for one of the rare times in my life I was dissatisfied with my actions.

Emma: What? I thought I...

Emma's words were halted by Keith's finger pressing firmly against her lips and she blinked at him in surprise.

KEITH: Just listen for now will ya.

Emma nodded.

KEITH: You did so well as hostess for the Rhodolitian delegation while they were here, too well. What started out as happiness and pride at your knowledge and love for Jade, you showing them around town, tea parties in between official business where you just beamed at them talking about your life here and everything else it all very quickly turned into jealousy and...

There was an awkward pause. Emma noticed Keith tapping his fingers against his leg and she waited for him to keep going.

KEITH: It's bad enough having to share you with him, then all that time you were spending with those two when I always want to be the only one you see, the only one you ever think about and smile for, the only one you dance with...

Emma: Keith I...

Emma started to interrupt but Keith covered her mouth with one large hand.

KEITH: No talkin!

Emma sighed in frustration but nodded anyways. Keith studied her for a moment then shifted so he was sitting leaning back on his hands.

KEITH: You know about that Dukes daughter that's been hanging around lately trying to weasel herself up to me. Well she took the delegation from Rhodolite being here as her opportunity to ramp things up, she figured you'd be to busy entertaining them and could use it to try and gain some advantage or favor.

Emma frowned, she remembered talking about the lady in question with Keith before. Apparently hers was one of the families that disliked the fact her and Keith were together and their attitude only worsened once they were officially engaged. They had subtly pushed their daughter in front of Keith before and it had hurt her feelings each time but it never crossed a certain line. Then she noticed it getting worse just before the delegation arrived, bordering the line of unacceptable more than once. Now that she thought about it she hadn't seen the Dukes daughter since the night of the ball.

KEITH: Both of us have treated her with the minimum politeness decency requires. We've started pawning her off to Liam or other nearby servants when she tries talking to us lately. I made a mistake that night at the ball though.

Emma thought back to the night Keith was talking about. The ball had been so much to plan, Keith had offered his assistance whenever she needed it and with his help it turned out spectacularly. She tried to pinpoint any single event that had happened during it, then she recalled seeing Keith talking to the Dukes daughter when she was dancing with Nokto and her brows furrowed.

KEITH: Watching you and Prince Nokto dancing together just made my jealousy worse. I know I said it was fine for him to dance with you but his dance skills are some of the best I've ever seen and I hate to admit it but you two looked great together.

Emma was about to open her mouth in protest but she quickly shut it when she caught Keith glaring at her.

KEITH: I guess she thought you dancing was a perfect opening and she came over talking and being all flirty. I was in a fowl mood and feeling ignored so this time I actually bothered to talk with her. Nothin more than safe conversation topics but I guess that spurred her or her father on I'm not sure which. I had planned on giving you a gift after the ball for all the hard work you did on it, that's why I left you at your room I realized I forgot it.

Emma glanced down at the dainty bracelet around her wrist. Keith reached out almost at the same time lifting her wrist to his lips and planting a kiss on it.

KEITH: When I went back to get this she was waiting just down the hallway from my room. She briefly struck up a conversation then came closer and wrapped her arms around my neck. I was livid and asked what the hell she thought she was doing, apparently she took the minimal courtesy as encouragement and then that conversation while you danced as an invitation. It was dealt with and you won't ever see her anywhere near the palace again but I felt so angry with myself.

I knew her actions had already been bothering you in more ways than one. Thinking about how what I had done had cause her to go so far this time and was going to cause you more pain and even jealousy, I wasn't happy about it and I needed to just get away. I didn't intend to stay hidden that long from you but when I looked at you I just felt awful all over again and couldn't bring myself to have to explain it to you.

Emma felt weak and had so many emotions swirling inside her at once she wasn't sure what to say. Keith suddenly let out a loud self depreciating laugh.

KEITH: Liam might be right, maybe I am 5 years old.

Emma looked up at Keith and smiled. Then she remembered the look on Liam's face yesterday.

Emma: Wait is he the reason the other Keith wanted to talk to me?

KEITH: Ya he had dealt with the aftermath of everything that night so he already had a pretty good idea of what was going on. Then when I disappeared like that, he smacked him on the head and demanded an explanation among other things.

Emma let out a laugh snuggling up to Keith wrapping her arms around his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her in return.

Emma: I'll need to bake him something special as a thank you. Though had you just told me from the start rather then hiding from me he wouldn't have had to hit you.

KEITH: Ya ... We really should be heading back though last thing I need now is for you to catch a cold.

Emma: I'm fine wrapped up in your arms, it's so warm and cozy. Can't we stay just a bit longer?

Emma looked up at Keith and he smiled.

KEITH: I guess so, if that's what you want. Listen I'm not the one thats good at apologies but I'm so sorry Emma.

Emma felt Keith's warm lips on the top of her head and they had never felt so good.

[latenightdislyte]

The Dragons Pet (NSFW) Long Mian x Reader

Minors Do Not Interact!! 18+ only!! I got out of hand and made this graphic, I apologize! More warnings below cut!

Warnings: Uhhh... there’s... a lot of plot... sorry. Graphic, rough smut, dubcon, swearing, Long Mian calling the reader ‘pet’ and ‘mouse’, kidnapping I guess, loss of virginity, breeding, claiming, marking/bitting, Long Mian himself should be a warning.

Note: There is quite a bit of plot before the smut and it might be a little eh, so I’ll mark where it actually starts if anyone just wants to get right into it. Also! This was a prompt/scenario/ask thing? I sent into @dislifeismid a quite a while back and I wanted to see what we’d both do with it now that I decided to start writing here and there for Dislyte. I’ll link their version as soon as it’s up!

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Man, what a day. Nine hours of almost nonstop work in the back rooms of the Esper Union HQ. Checking in and inspecting shipments, filling out and organizing paper work and trying to keep some of the new hires in line for our supervisors. Somedays it wasn’t so bad, but today it just really kicked my ass and I was ready to go home.

 Choosing to have walked to work instead of driving seemed like a good idea this morning while the weather was nice and my legs weren’t sore, but now they are sore and dark clouds began gathering overhead, flashes of lightning flickering between them accompanied by a distant sound of thunder. I apparently need to keep a better eye on the weather. The walk home was only 20 minutes without delays maybe if I walk faster I could beat the storm.

Sadly, luck wasn’t on my side and within 5 minutes it was pouring. I quickly ran to the nearest shelter and took cover. It was part of a destroyed bridge. That’s right, the Miramon attacked this place a couple weeks ago. They must not have gotten around to fixing it. Or... am I remembering wrong? Something else was going on here. Wasn’t it? Was this the place...

The sound of the cascading rain and the rumbling thunder drew me from my troubling thoughts. It was pleasant, calming, refreshing after such a tiring day. I sat with my legs tucked under me, relaxed, eyes drifting shut. I wish I was at home for this, it would have been a lot more pleasant.

My eyes snapped open suddenly, the sound of something quickly swinging through the air alerting me, and a sharp object was pressed to the back of my neck. “Well, what do we have here? A little Union mouse stranded in a storm.” That’s right. They haven’t gotten to fixing this place because the Shadow Decree had been prowling around here. “Does this mouse know how to obey commands? Stand.”

A part of my brain wanted me to do as he said, maybe I could get out of this situation unharmed if I did as he said, but fear froze me in place, mind going blank, unable to think properly as it overwhelmed me. The stranger seemed to sense my hesitation and he huffed, pressing the object harder against my neck. “Apparently not. What? Does the Union not train their pets?”

The sharp object was removed and I was roughly grabbed by my arm and yanked up. Getting a good view of the stranger, I instantly recognized who it was. He was indeed Shadow Guard, it was Long Mian. I had had an encounter with him before awhile back. A supply truck of ours was attacked and they took me out there with a couple Union Ops Chiefs to make sure nothing was taken and basically check and inspect the shipment. Long Mian and another Shadow Guard ambushed us and, being just a normal human, I was ordered to hide. The ordeal ended in our favor thankfully.

This time, I was alone, no Ops Chiefs to aid me. “Hey, l-look. I just wanna wait out the storm and get home. There’s no need for trouble, I won’t even say I saw you here.” I wrenched my arm from his grip and took a couple steps back. His look morphed into a glare and he scoffed. “Get home? No, I don’t think so. The Union doesn’t seem too keen on training their pets to obey commands, I guess I’ll have to do it for them.” He reached his hand out to grab me, but I moved out of his range.

I turned to run, but got only a couple of steps before something stopped me, almost making me hit the ground. I looked down and saw ice had formed around my leg, holding it in place. A hand ran through my hair before gripping and jerking my head back harshly, pulling me flush against the Shadow Guard as he stood directly behind me. He pressed his mouth to my ear and spoke in a hushed tone. “Usually I don’t mind watching mice like you scurrying around in fear, in fact I found it quite amusing last time I saw you, but today, I have other plans.” I shuddered as his warm breath traveled across my ear and down my neck.

Looking ahead of me, I could see the rain begin to let up, mocking me that within a few minutes of taking shelter I would have been able to leave. If only Long Mian hadn’t shown up. He broke the ice from my leg with his weapon, turned me around, tossed me over his shoulder and left the shelter of the bridge. He placed his hand on the backside of my thigh right under my ass and gripped painfully, undoubtedly leaving a bruise there. 

He traveled for quite sometime, with me struggling and messing with him the whole way, kicking my legs, trying to push off him and even attempting to stun him by trying to land a hard blow to his chest with my knee. My efforts halted for a moment though, as a door creaked open quite loudly. Were we at the Shadow Decree Headquarters? Must be, the halls were massive and there were doors and corridors branching off here and there. 

Long Mian stopped in front of one of the doors and I could hear it unlock and open. The true weight of the situation suddenly struck me like a ton of bricks. My stomach became upset, my blood ran cold and I started to panic. Stuttering a bunch of gibberish, trying to futilely reason with him.

~~~~~Smut start!!~~~~~

I bounced a little as I was tossed on his bed and immediately sat up and crawled away from him. Standing and running to a corner of the room as he went and locked the door, I took on a defensive stance, ready to dart away the moment he approached. Long Mian just turned to look at me with a deadpan expression for a moment before shifting to a smug smirk, a fang peaking out from between his lips. “Oh? Is the little mouse finally understanding its situation? How about this, behave and obey my commands and I’ll let you go, act up or disobey and I’ll break you, painfully, over and over.” He growled out the last bit, smirk dropping into a sneer.

“Back onto the bed, now.” I jumped a bit at the command, Long Mian’s voice dropped to a serious and authoritative tone. I glanced to the bed momentarily, weighing my options. I could do as he said and hopefully live to see another day or I could try to find something to fight him with and risk meeting a slow and painful demise. There’s also a very high chance that he could be lying about letting me go.

I gasped as I was grabbed and roughly pinned onto the edge of the bed face down. “Do not make me repeat myself, pet. You will truly regret making me mad if you do so.” Long Mian held my sides in an iron grip, squeezing painfully, as I struggled to catch my breath from being shoved. He pressed his hips firmly to my ass and rutted against me, making his excitement very prominent.

“Sit up and remove your top.” He released me, allowing me to move and do as he said. I lifted myself and breathed, reaching for the bottom of my shirt and slowly lifting it up and off. Long Mian ran his hands up my sides the moment it left me and slipped them under my bra. Groping and massaging while occasionally pinching the buds and rolling them between his fingers.

He began rolling his hips against me, erection rubbing against my lower back as it strained against his pants. Leaning over, he whispered in my ear. “See? I can make this feel good for you too if you cooperate with me. Now, take off your pants, face me and give me a show.” With trembling hands, I unfastened my jeans and pushed them down.

At this point my breathing was unsteady and came out in huffs as my vision became blurry, tears threatening to form. I tried to collect myself before turning around, but this seemed to try Mian’s patience and he sighed in irritation. “I’ve given you a chance. You seemed to be doing so well at first too. Oh well, what a shame for you. Now I get to have my fun.” 

He removed his hands from my chest, ripped off my bra and snapped the sides of my underwear. I grabbed his hands at my sides. “Stop! Please! I’m sorry! I-I I’ll do as you say! I Promise!” Mian twisted his hands out of my grasp and pinned mine behind my back, binding them with ice.

He moved me further on the bed. “It’s too late for that, pet. Scream and beg all you want, I’m going to break you.” The rustling of fabric reached my ears and something hot and long pressed against me from behind. A whimper forced it’s way out of my throat as he dragged his cock along my ass, pressed it between my cheeks and against my rear hole. I tremor shook me and a chill ran up my spine as he threatened to push in.

“W-wait! Not there! Please! I’ll do anything!” Mian let out a dark chuckle and hummed as if in thought. “I guess I could save claiming your ass for next time, but this is the only thing I’ll do for you. No more favors.” “N-next time?!” He slipped his dick between my thighs, ignoring my question, and began thrusting against my folds. A cry escaped me as his tip brushed over my clit. 

Long Mian wrapped his arms around me and laid over me, chest pressing to my back, and took a mating press position from behind. I’ve watched porn, I know what a mating press is, but I’m still a virgin and have never been intimate with someone before. The new sensations left me trembling and squeaking out small whines with each thrust. He was teasing my body, trying to make it submit to him and defy my mind. And it was working. “I love hearing you squeak like this, like the little mouse you are. Just prey for me to play with.”

He moved and slipped between my folds, coating his member in the slick that had gathered there and was now hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tip, making me moan loudly and jolt in bliss. Mian chuckled again, the vibrations sending jolts through my body, and he nuzzled his face into my neck. I could feel his smirk against me before he licked up my neck, along my jugular, blowing cold air along the strip. Suddenly the temperature began to drop and a chill wracked my body as goosebumps formed across my skin. “How about we make the room a little colder? Wouldn’t want you overheating, now would we. After all, you’ve got to last a long time, I don’t need you passing out before I’m done with you.” 

He pulled his hips back ‘til the tip of his dick was lined up with my opening, prodding at it, and pressed forward. His engorged head slipped in and I stifled a moan, the glands catching on my walls as he pushed in a bit more. My mouth hung open in a silent moan as he was met with resistance. “Oh? A virgin? This little mouse hasn’t been mated yet? Bred? Well, I’ll make your first time one hell of a ride and fill you up ‘til you can’t handle any more. I’ll thoroughly breed you and make you mine.” 

He pulled out till just the tip remained inside and roughly thrust back in, tearing through my virginity and making me scream out in pain. “Someone at the Union should have claimed you before me. Maybe you would have been more obedient and listened to me before and I wouldn’t be having to do this for them.” Mian began pounding over and over, hitting deeper and deeper with each thrust.

He was thick, uncomfortably stretching my walls and carving out a space within me, and he was long, the tip hitting my cervix before he was even all the way in. But that didn’t stop him, he wanted it all the way in, so, once again, he pulled out ‘til only the tip was left and thrust back in harshly. My vision went white and my senses stopped working as he pushed past my cervix and into my womb, now balls deep in me.

He bit into my neck, fangs piercing through skin, and groaned loudly, stilling his movements. Mian was ridged against me, trying hard not to come just at the feeling of being hilted so deeply. 

I began to whimper and let out little noises again as my senses came back and I was overwhelmed with the feeling of being stuffed and filled entirely, shifting at the discomfort in my womb and accidentally dislodging him from it. 

This seemed to snap Long Mian out of his ecstasy induced daze and he released his hold on my neck, relaxing from his tense state. He began thrusting once again, this time reaching as deep as he could with each thrust, forcing his dick in and out of my womb with each pump.

My mind finally succumbed to him as my body adjusted to his size and depth, eyes rolling back, toes curling and drool escaping from my mouth as I gave in. “Fuck, that’s it! Give in to me. Beg for it. Beg to be filled. To be bred. You want that, don’t you? You want to give me an heir, to bare my child. Well?” “Fuck, yes. Please. Ah~ please, fill me. Cum inside me. I want it, I want it all. Ngah~ I want your cum in my womb, I want to bare your child. Give me your semen, breed me, please! Ahh~! Fuck!” 

He quickened his pace, and was now making fast, shallow, powerful thrusts. pushing me over the edge with the most intense orgasm ever. “I-I I’m cumming~! Fuck, I’m cumming! Please! Ahh~ AHHH~!” My first release washed over me and made me tremble. Walls clenching tightly around him as I tensed all over from the intense feeling.

Our breaths were visible as the temp continued to drop while he let himself go, still pounding me relentlessly. Building my climax back up quickly with overstimulation and releasing almost painfully, vision going white while I moaned as loud as possible. He continued fucking me through each climax, not showing any signs of slowing down and making a mess as my own juices slipped from me and coated his balls and thighs, a wet slapping sound now more prominent with each thrust as they smacked against my folds.

I came over and over again, becoming more sensitive with each climax. Slick covered the insides of my thighs and dripped down onto the bed, creating a wet spot. I was painfully overstimulated and I whined and tried to move away from Long Mian’s unrelenting cock. begging for hi to stop. “Ah~, too much! L-Long Mian. Please. It’s too much. I can’t-” “Too Much? Come on, I know you have one more in you. Be a good pet and cum on my cock one last time.” He moved his hand down and began playing with my clit, becoming covered in my slick like everything else. 

Within seconds I climaxed again and this time Long Mian made one final thrust, pressing as deep in my womb as he could, and came. Filling me up as he said he would. Groaning in my ear before turning my head and kissing me for the first time since we started. He was still cumming as we kissed, thrusting shallowly to pump his load further in, still becoming to much for me to hold and slipping out past him, dripping down my leg and joining my own slick.

He pulled out with a wet, suctioned noise that made me blush and sat up. Watching as my hole clenched around nothing, gaped from his large member drilling me, more of his cum slipping out. He broke the ice around my wrist and let me turn around to face him. I was a mess and exhausted as I relaxed onto the comfortable bed. Finally getting a look at his bare body. 

He was stunning, lean yet still well built, his member was as monstrously large as it had felt and the area was well trimmed. Damn, why did he have to be a Shadow Guard. This created a lot of conflict in my mind, thankfully he didn’t seem to notice. He just stared at my abdomen with a content and adoring look on his face while rubbing my thigh, smearing around the semen that slipped out.

He collected some of it on his thumb and began rubbing it on my lower abdomen, over were my womb was, massaging the area as he did so. It had a strange sheen to it and almost seemed... iridescent. His eyes finally met my own for a moment, turning cold and calculating. He finally moved to lay down on his side beside me and pulled the covers up, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me to him. With my back pressed to his chest yet again, this time I could tell that his skin seemed cool to the touch and felt nice against my own overheated skin, lulling me to sleep as he rubbed my side and pressed his face into my hair, cool breath reaching the back of my neck.

[cerenemuxse]

Finished another Magma board /.w./

First time drawing Arthur! (Not really. First time I drew him was only his face though.

I tried painting his face as best as I could. He looks a little "meh." I gave him three moles for a but more detail. I actually have an idea on the new layout for thise moles. >:] (btw CGI Emily's face looks like Arthur's face. They look too similar.) He's mostly the same apart from his real life basis, which is LMS 1203 instead, and the lettering on his tanks is NWR instead of LMS. He was one of the many engines saved from scrapping, Emily being the first.

Also drew Rebecca and oh my goodness, she's absolutely adorable. Very out of proportion and not accurate but very cute. Look her happy face. <3 I love her sm. I decided to use her real-life basis' current livery, which is SR Malachite Green with Sunshine Yellow lining and lettering. Might add some red for additional lining (making it look similar to the BR livery, the only real livery worn during their service). Her basis is 92 Squadron, btw!

Remember those T&F and Sailor Moon connections I made awhile ago? Yeah, here you go. >:]

Here's whose who:

Edward - Sailor Moon

Rebecca - Sailor Venus

James - Sailor Jupiter

All of these were based off that promo containing the entire Steam Team (old and new) with a few guests labeled with Zodiac signs. I was surprised to find Edward be labeled as a Cancer (which is my Zodiac sign!!! :D). James was labeled as a Sagittarius and Rebecca was labeled as a Libra.

And meet a new OC, Chelsea! Her real-life basis is BR W14 Fishbourne. She existed because of the Little Blue Tank Engine found in the early books of the RWS.

Her face is supposed to resemble a fish. Her eyes and eyelashes resemble fins. Her irises are based on actual fish eyes. The creases underneath her eyes resemble gills. Her lips resemble the lips of a fish. Pouty and cute, right?

And then Debra! She belongs to my friend @nightsinfoxx15. She was fun to draw though it feels like I could've done better, tbh.

Oh yeah and there's Edward and James hiding (somewhat) with their pride flags! :D

[jesuis-melodrama]

A doodle of Lila! I was redesigning her outfit a while back and is quite pleased with that I came up with. 

This is Lila with the Fox Miraculous. Unlike her canon colour scheme, I have always imagined her as lilac. I've explained in a previous post how Lila's name means purple; hence associations with royalty, luxury, spirituality, and independence. There are two further reasons for a change in palette:

I want to differentiate her from Alya. Lila established herself as the first auxiliary Miraculous hero (even if her Fox Pendant was fake) all the way back in Volpina in S01E26, and although Alya has replaced her since as a true and just hero that actually holds the Fox Miraculous, Alya hasn't quite managed to shake Lila's orange identity from her. The girls are both sneaky foxes, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't have individualism. I imagine that Lila would blast onto the scene dressed as the most stereotypical Fox possible – complete with an eyeliner mask, bodystripe suit, and long tail – to fool Paris' resident superheroing duo, but would eventually settle into her own aesthetic.

I want to give Lila's outfit her personality. Orange is nice and all, but it's loud. And it represents optimism, energy, agreeableness; very Alya-esque but not very Lila. Lilac is not only the meaning of Lila's name, but has attributes far more attuned to her: wealth, extravagance, creativity, grandeur. I should also clarify that I do mean for Lila's outfit to be lilac and not pure purple, also to differentiate her from Papillon/Papillombre/Monarch who favours a very heady aubergine in his suit. The lighter shade represents that no matter how confident and mature Lila likes to act, she's still a young girl. And the youthfulness and sensitivity allusion attached to lilac displays that. The flower, lilac, also represents passion and renewal.

There are no purple foxes in nature, regrettably, but there are pure-white ones, a loud cry from their darker-coloured brethren. A defining characteristic of foxes is their usage of their coat as camouflage in their environment when hunting. Rena Furtive canonically has an ice-lilac-camo suit, and check out this adorable picture of an Arctic Fox at a purple sunset!

Here's a picture I drew of Lila awhile ago, wearing OZLANA's SS22 Heart Collection. I always associate her with purple, even back then when I had no idea how to dress her. 

Lila didn't have a mask in the previous image because I had completely forgotten to add it. I was thinking in lieu of a feature I deemed more important, her eyes, and I believe Lila wouldn't want some fabric covering her beauty anyway. Eyes are very important to me, windows to the soul, and the way they're shaped can tell an audience a lot about a character. Adrien, for example, has very characteristic and detail-heavy eyes. Each stroke has a story. As Lila is focused on her appearance, she would like to make sure people see in her exactly what she wants them to see. 

I do have an idea of what Lila's mask would look like, a Venetian style piece (Lila canonically has a collection of Venetian masks hanging on the wall of her bedroom, representing her two-faceness) combined with the tall bunny-ears of Fox Miraculous Holders. Foxes actually have triangular ears, but I like the height Miraculous fox ears have. Very playful. Here's a rough sketch of Lila with her mask, and what a coloured version of her outfit would look like, along with a somewhat-finalised project. 

You may notice I keep switching back and forth between a bow at Lila's bodice, and a bunch of ruffles. This is because I genuinely love Lila's bow motif on her polka-dotted romper:

Such a coquette and feminine detail. I want to add it everywhere, both because it represents her appearance-focused persona and creates a link between her Hero and civilian-self. But if her bow is at the forefront of her hero suit, then where does the Fox Miraculous go? I went back and forth on multiple ideas, I had a style where the Fox Pendant would be tied to Lila's ponytail and would swing like a pendant there. But: 1) that sounds like it'll hurt, and 2) I can't imagine Lila will want her Miraculous attached to a blindspot rather than at her chest where she could see it and most effectively protect it. In the end, I went with the design at the very top of this post. Ruffles, and her Pendant attached to her collar.

You may notice Lila is wearing heels. Really inadvisable for a hero suit, right? But don't let anyone tell Lila to value practicality over style. I associate Lila with Dolce and Gabbana, an Italian brand known for their extravagant floral and gold motifs. It's where all the gold accents on Lila's suit comes from, and where her laced-up boots are birthed. Again, going with the topmost image, her boots are calf-length rather than knee-length. I've decided it shows ease of movement better. 

Lila has two tails. I was inspired by this belt from Pinterest, and indeed in my design, Lila's tail isn't attached to her coat but to her waist itself, stemming from an elaborate and bedazzled cummerbund, inspired by – Dolce and Gabbana. The two tails obviously represents her two-facedness, and continues to differentiate her from Alya, whose singular tail paints her as Fox No.1 and displays her authentic nature.

Other than that, here's a little moodboard I've put together representing all the different styles I've taken consideration of while crafting Lila out. I've decided on a band jacket and shorts because while it's comfortable and empirical, it also has an undeniable aura of high fashion and stylishness. Ironically, out of all these outfits, the only one I could find a source for was at the top right-hand corner and she came from, you guessed it, Dolce and Gabbana.

Fun fact: the Internet excessively likes to link butterfly imagery to purple and lilac. I saw so many butterfly-themed objects while researching for this post, and they were gorgeous. I had to resist adding them on, I want space between Lila and Monarch/the Butterfly Miraculous right now, I want to focus on her Fox persona. 

Lila wears fingerless gloves. Partially to show off her nails but also so she could use her claws. Unlikes Adrien, Kitty Noir, whose brute force is strong enough that he wears straight-up metal gauntlets, Lila needs gaps in her armour for her claws to work their maximum.

Final details, Volpina's Flûte is canonically much thinner than Rena Rouge's. 

While Volpina holds a longer, entirely straight rod, Rena Rouge's has bumps and tapered-out ends. I don't plan on changing Lila's Flûte shape, I like the length and the slimness of it, it suits her very well. Other than adding some colour and accent upgrades (lilac and gold to match her suit) my version of Lila will still be holding the instrument her canonical self does.

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It got too long and heartfelt in the reblog, so I decided it deserved its own post XD

BOOM. MY OLD ART FROM LIKE 2018/19???

This is my bestie's Harry Potter OC that I drew for her! I actually had some similar drawings of both our OCs, but they're not in my possession right now XD and maybe they'll never be! But it's cool to see how very far I'll e come since then.here's some of my more recent art, just so you can see them side by side XD

For me, personally, seeing them side by side makes me giddy. They're so different, it's hard to link them together, hard to look at them and think the same person drew them. But I did. And as someone who grew up with another fabulous artist (@/rustic-space-fiddle), | was always impatient, always discouraged to look at my own art and see everything it was missing. I wanted to draw like Rusty, but I was so very unskilled. I was very eager to reach the day when I could match her skill, when I could look at my art and see in it everything that I saw in hers.

And today, I can honestly, confidently, gratefully say that I have arrived.

Obviously, if you go check out Rusty’s art, you’ll see I am by no means as good as her. But I learned awhile ago that I’ll never be, no one will—not only am I biased that she’s the best artist in the world (because she is), but Rusty draws the way only Rusty can, and the way only she will. Others may draw similarly, others may copy her, but art is like a fingerprint. Each style and piece is unique to the person who drew it. Therefore, it’s unfair for me to compare myself to Rusty when I could never possess her fingerprint in the first place. But that doesn’t change the fact that I used to compare myself to her so harshly—and the fact that to a younger me, I have achieved exactly what I wanted.

2018 was not the year I started drawing. Was it perhaps the year of my first exploration into the digital realm? Yes, but before then, I was drawing horses. I love horses, and I loved them so much they were all I ever drew. My walls were adorned with dozens of drawings of horses. I’ve since fallen out of the habit of drawing horses so regularly, but all those drawings are what started me drawing. I learned to hold a pencil and put it to paper drawing horses, and then from there, I just started drawing everything else. I only recently started drawing in seriousness, in the grand scheme of things. A year or two ago. And then I was drawing people most of the time, and the occasional dog or cat. And there were many bumps along the way—my discouragement at my own ability, as well as my inability to draw digitally, as I was quickly coming to love. The iPad I used at the time simply didn’t support Procreate after awhile, so I was using my sister’s iPad.

There are also the artists which inspired me. Obviously, rustic-space-fiddle was—and still is—my number one support and inspiration, she was my goal. But then I got instagram and I saw people’s different styles, and while I don’t know where exactly the inspiration from them comes from, it’s certainly there, perhaps in the courage with which I now draw. The second biggest inspiration in my life has been, without a doubt, Jojo. Her art style, which I adore, is something I have tried to imbue in mine—I’ve been told before that it can be seen, but I’m unsure of that. Still, even if I do not draw in her style, I think I draw in her energy. In the way that I draw Legend, that style, that goal, that love for him and her art, I think it’s there every time I draw Legend, and even in the other things that I draw too. She may never know, but she is perhaps the only other artist in the world I have ever really hoped to be like.

Anyways. I guess what I am simply trying to say is I’m happy. I’m proud. I’m content with my art, in a way I once hoped I would achieve, and while I know I have many things to learn, I approach them without that lost hopelessness I used to feel, but with passion, curiosity, and the determination to grow better.

If you’ve read this far, thank you. You didn’t really have any reason to read this—even if we have talked, even if we are mutuals, I’m still a stranger whose ramblings about her art hold almost no weight at all. But you did anyways, because you were curious, because you cared, because it was interesting, moving, inspiring. Whatever it was, thank you :)

I’ve come a very long way. And I’ll go a very long way more. I hope you’ll be here to see it all!